#excuse me while i love and cherish your babies

[moonhoures]

Good To Me

🕷️ kinktober — day 22: overstimulation 🕸️

pairing: wonwoo (svt) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, shower sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, pet names (babe, baby), multiple orgasms

word count: ~1.3k

synopsis: date night ends with some overwhelming pleasure

posted: october 22, 2023

Date nights were a weekly occurrence in your relationship with Wonwoo, and you both cherished them, looking forward to them every time the new week began. This week, he had told you to dress up and be ready by the time he got home from work. So you did, all the while wondering what he had in mind for the night ahead of you.

He had came home shortly after 4 p.m, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers wrapped in cellophane with a ribbon around it. He greeted you with a kiss, but not before his eyes had raked over your frame with a loving glaze over them. His lips lingered on your lips, giving you a second and third kiss before finally letting you take the flowers in the kitchen to put them in water.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked once you returned to the foyer of your shared apartment.

When you replied with a ‘Yes’, he took your hand and led you out to his car where he held the door for you like he always did. He refused to tell you where he was taking you, but you could tell it was in the city based on where he was driving.

The destination ended up being the new clothing store you had been wanting to go to. The store was just too far out of the way of your normal route, and you hadn’t found time to go to it. So he figured he would treat you to some shopping before dinner, which was at your favorite date spot.

Once your date had come to a beautiful conclusion, and you arrived home, Wonwoo took your shopping bags from the backseat and carried them inside for you.

“Thank you for tonight, babe. That store was even nicer than my friends were telling me,” you told him, unlocking the front door for him. You let him walk in first, gesturing for him to leave the bags on the couch.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he replied earnestly, turning to you with his usual, cool smile. He pulled you in by the waist, giving you a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, “Should we watch some TV? It’s still a little early.”

You picked up your phone to check the time, and it was only 7:30 p.m, “Hm, I’m not really in the mood for TV. Do you want to shower with me instead?”

Of course, your boyfriend didn’t turn down the offer, but you eventually started to regret your decision. Because not even five minutes into your shower, your boyfriend had your back up against the tiled wall, his fingers buried between your thighs. He towered over you with a satisfied grin on his lips as he watched you on the edge of cumming for the first time that night. Yes, the first. Because with Wonwoo, it was never just once. Once wasn’t good enough; it was the minimum.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re close. I can feel it,” he egged you on, “Just cum for me.”

You were already a piteous excuse of a person, letting out pathetic moans and whines as his thumb circled your clit and his middle and ring finger pumped into you with purpose. Your hands secured you by holding onto his back and arm, and he loved that every time he went deeper, your grip on him got tighter. The smile on his lips only curled more when your walls squeezed his fingers and convulsed around them, soaking them in your arousal. You were glad the water was lukewarm, because your body was already heating up.

“Just like that,” he kissed a line up your jaw and on your ear, that deep timbre of his making your insides tense, “Now give me another good one.”

Before you could protest, he was sinking to his knees, the water falling onto his lower back as he lifted your leg up onto his shoulder.

“Wonw-oh,” your words died in your throat. Your boyfriend’s left hand held onto the thigh that sat on his left shoulder while his right hand continued working in your cunt. His fingers powered through your first orgasm, and quickly aimed for your second one. Only this time, he added his mouth to the mix, kissing and sucking on your clit. And all you could do was stand there and take it, resorting to watching him. It was actually such a sight to see. His dark hair, wet and sticking to his forehead while the water behind him cascaded down his back and wide shoulders. His brown eyes clouded by lust as he stared up at you, knowing that eye contact made your knees weak (figuratively).

Not even a couple of minutes had passed, but it was already becoming too much. You had no time to recover from your first climax, so your body was tense as it began building up to a second one. The muscles in your legs tensed. Your hands gripped onto his shoulder and in his hair, wanting to tug him away to give you a moment to calm down. He could practically feel your inner conflict of wanting to chase your high or push him off. He pulled his mouth away from your throbbing core—which clenched around his fingers after he abandoned it—and looked up at you with a fake confused expression.

“What is it, baby?” he asked.

“It’s too much, I need . . . need a second,” you struggled to speak as the pace of his fingers failed to slow down. If anything, it felt like he sped them up.

“You want me to stop? Tell me to stop then.”

He knew you didn’t want him to stop. Well, you did. But also you didn’t. You didn’t really know what you wanted.

That familiar, cat-like smirk appeared on his lips as he brought his face back between your thighs. And a second later you felt his tongue on your clit again, making your tummy flip. You whined, fingers grasping desperately onto him, attempting to anchor yourself to him as you were moments away from cumming again.

Anyone would tell you that having sex in a shower was not easy, but you were lucky in some aspects. Your shower was way more spacious that most, and Wonwoo took your safety very seriously. He held onto you like his life depended on it, and he was always alert to your movements. Any wrong move could result in serious injury, and that was the last thing he wanted. So he braced his hands on your legs to keep you still as he thrusted his fingers up into you as quickly and deeply as he could. When he felt the gummy, spongey texture of your walls, he knew it wouldn’t be long.

“If you want to stop you need to tell me now,” he spoke with a mocking tone, pulling away from you only a little bit.

“No! Don’t stop,” you exclaimed, bucking your hips up in tandem with his fingers.

“No? But you said it was too much.”

“Wonwoo, please.”

“I know, baby, I know. Let it out.”

Just like that, you were cumming, the most carnal, primal noises pulling out of your throat. Your insides spasmed around his knuckles and soaked his digits in your creamy essence. Your thigh clenched, moving closer to his cheek. Your lower abdomen tensed as his tongue continued to massage your clit, sending your mind and nerves spiraling. Your hands were weakly attempting to push him away, but the water made your palms slip. You resorted to making pathetic whines and sad attempts at groans of his names. Finally, he pulled away, tongue darting out to lick his lips. You couldn’t believe you had come out of that as calmly as you did. You were also nervous knowing that you would have to go through it a few more times before Wonwoo would be satisfied.

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[luvn1n1]

— unwanted attention

pairings: bf!park sunghoon x fem!!reader | genre: fluff | warnings: fluff, jealousy, protective bf | wc: 400+

the party was in full swing, the music pulsating through the air, as you and sunghoon arrived, hand in hand. you both were excited to be there, ready for a night of fun and celebration. however, this evening would soon put your relationship to the test.

as you entered the lively gathering, you saw many familiar faces and began to chat with friends. sunghoon, spotting one of his buddies across the room, decided to catch up with him. he trusted you to have a great time with your friends while he hung out with his.

you continued chatting and laughing, completely immersed in the vibrant atmosphere. however, as the night wore on, a guy you'd never met before approached you, introducing himself with a warm smile. he seemed friendly at first, striking up a conversation.

you engaged politely, enjoying the conversation. however, as the night went on, the guy's demeanor changed. he grew bolder, trying to get closer and initiating light physical contact that you weren't comfortable with. you glanced around, hoping to see sunghoon, but he was still deep in conversation with his friend.

as the guy's advances became even more unwelcome, your patience wore thin. you were trying to find a polite way to excuse yourself when, finally, you couldn't take it any longer. the guy made a particularly forward move, and you tried to step away.

just as the situation seemed to be escalating, sunghoon returned, his eyes immediately locking onto the scene. his protective instincts kicked into high gear as he saw the guy's hand reaching to hold your thighs.

sunghoon's expression grew serious, and he made a beeline towards you, standing between you and the guy. his voice was firm as he addressed the stranger, "hey, that's enough. she's with me. back off." you glance to notice sunghoon's presence, behind you.

the guy, startled by Sunghoon's sudden and assertive appearance, quickly got the message and retreated, muttering under his breath.

you let out a sigh of relief, grateful for sunghoon's intervention. "baby, thank you. I was getting really uncomfortable." you embrace him tightly, his sweet aroma with a hint of alcohol flooded your nose as you pulled him closer.

sunghoon's initial anger faded as he looked at you with concern, checking if you were fine. he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "i can't stand to see someone making you uncomfortable like that."

you smiled, feeling safe and cherished in Sunghoon's embrace. "I'm lucky to have you, baby." he smiled back warmly as you pull him in for a small soft kiss on his lips.

as the party continued, you and sunghoon spent time close together and had fun. the jealousy and anger had sparked a protective flame, but they were soon replaced by the warmth of your love and understanding. the night had reminded you both that sunghoon would always be there to protect and stand up for you, and your relationship was stronger because of it.

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[heavcnslyre]

chapter two - j.f. ( masterlist )

CRUEL SUMMER.

“fever dream high in the quiet of the night,

you know that i caught it.”

“mind setting the table for me sweetheart?” susannah asks you as you enter the kitchen, freshly changed out of your wet clothes into a swimsuit with flowy shorts and a hoodie over it. you nod and take the plates from her.

“smells good,” you comment, walking past her. “what are you making?”

“garlic parmesan pasta,” she grins. “chicken on the side, too.”

you grin. you always loved susannah’s cooking. laurel never cooked much, which you didn’t blame her for, but you really cherished susannah’s home cooked meals. every summer you made sure you spent a lot of time in the kitchen with her, eager to learn. it was also the best chance you got to bond with her. you have always known that she loves you, of course, but you could also always tell that belly was her favorite. she was the baby of the five of you, which automatically gave her more attention from the moms. also, she spent almost all of her time with them most summers, while you went and hung out with the boys. you didn’t mind, really, but it was sometimes frustrating to see how clearly they favored your little sister over you.

“everyone!” laurel yells up the stairs, “dinners ready!”

there’s a herd of footsteps as the boys come clambering down the stairs, taking their spots at the table. “where belly?” laurel asks. you look towards the glass doors facing the pool and see belly sitting outside, looking out towards the beach. “i’ll get her.”

as soon as you open the door, belly jumps and turns to you. she relaxes when she sees that it’s you and smiles. “hey.”

“hi bells,” you say. “dinners ready. you okay?”

she nods. “yeah, yeah. just thinking. you know.” she exchanges a knowing look with you, and you nod. you really did know. she was thinking about conrad. for as long as you could remember, belly had the biggest crush on conrad, and it always came into full bloom during the summer, not unlike your feelings for jeremiah. you were alike in that way, and there was always unspoken knowledge between the two of you, both of you knowing how the other felt yet rarely discussing it. the sister bond you shared made that easier.

“what’s for dinner?” belly asks, standing from her chair and breaking your train of thought. you open the door for her.

“pasta and chicken.”

“yum!”

after dinner, you excused yourself up to your bedroom to unpack and settle in. after a few hours, which somehow went from you unpacking to completely rearranging your room, there was a knock on your door. “come in!”

“what are you doing?” jeremiah asks, standing in your doorframe with an amused expression on his face. you look around your messy room then shrug.

“rearranging.”

he laughs and shakes his head at you. “you’re insane. ready for a break in your interior design?”

“only if that means it’s beach time.”

“of course that means it’s beach time,” he laughs as you immediately take off your hoodie that was covering your swimsuit and walk past him, out the door.

“let’s go then!”

jeremiah follows you down the stairs, and you smile as you pass by the moms, who were sitting on the couch with belly, watching a movie. “off to the beach?” laurel asks. you nod.

“yup! be back soon.”

susannah blows you both a kiss, “be safe!”

“we will!” you and jeremiah both call out, already out the door. a few minutes later, the two of you were sitting in the sand of the dark beach, listening to the waves crash in front of you.

“best thing and worst thing from your year, go,” jeremiah says suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence the two of you had been sharing. you consider his question for a minute before answering.

“best thing… got my license! me and belly actually went on a whole day trip to the shops that are a couple hours away, it was super fun,” you say. jeremiah grins.

“licensed! can’t wait to be a passenger princess all summer!” you laugh and shove his arm lightly.

“don’t act like you don’t have your license,” you say. “i fully except you to be driving me around all the time too.”

he nods. “maybe. worst thing, now.”

you shrug. “i don’t know. it was a pretty good year. i guess maybe breaking my wrist in the fall.”

“yeah, no shit that would suck!” jeremiah exclaims. “why didn’t you tell me you did?”

“i don’t know,” you say honestly. “i guess it just didn’t come up.”

“just didn’t come up in the hundreds of texts and facetime calls,” jeremiah shakes his head. “i see how it is.”

you laugh and so does he, then you find yourself in silence again. he was staring forward into the water but you turned your head and stared at him, picking up on every feature of his. his eyes sparkled, reflecting the moonlight. his whole face was soft, relaxed, and you loved seeing him like this. he was always putting on a show, trying to entertain the world around him, but in moments like this when it was just the two of you, he was more vulnerable. you loved it. you hate that you have to keep reminding yourself that you’re with peter now, and happy, so you can’t think of jeremiah like that anymore.

you clear your throat to break the silence. “your turn. best and worst of the year.”

“oh, that’s easy,” he says, meeting your gaze. “best was when i got moved up to varsity football this past season. got to play with connie. it was incredible.”

“jere!” you exclaim, “that’s amazing! forget my damn wrist, you could’ve told me that earlier!”

“i was kinda caught up in it,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “that’s why i never really could call you during the football season. let it get to my head pretty bad, but it was okay in the end.”

“no shame in being proud of yourself for something great,” you assure him. “we just gotta get better at updating each other on the big things in our lives, not just the little random things.”

“you mean i shouldn’t just call you to tell you i saw a taylor swift lookalike at chipotle?”

“oh, no,” you say. “you totally still need to tell me that. but like, mention the other life changing things too.”

“deal,” jeremiah says, smiling as you catch his gaze. his expression was always soft when he looked at you. you would never let yourself admit it, but you had never seen him look at anyone else the same way before. you didn’t want to start thinking that, though. it would get your hopes up too much. but it didn’t even matter now. peter.

“worst thing?” you ask. he sighs.

“i guess when conrad quit the football team.”

your eyes widen. “what?! why?”

he shakes his head, suddenly defeated. his whole demeanor changed, and it was clear that this was really weighing down on him. “i don’t know. i wish i knew. he’s just been so…different, lately. we used to hang out and he was so excited for me to be on the team with him. then it’s like a flip switched. suddenly he’s so cold to me, like, always. wont even look at a football. didn’t come to a single one of my games after he quit— which was mid season, did i mention? he barely even talks to me or mom anymore. seeing you guys today was the happiest i’ve seen him in forever.”

“oh, jere,” you say softly, studying his expression. you had noticed a change in conrad today, too, but you didn’t know if it was in your head or not. he had seemed so happy around belly, or laurel, but otherwise he was more closed off than usual. you couldn’t imagine what jeremiah was feeling, having to watch his best friend drift away from him like that. “have you talked to him about it?”

he shrugs. “he won’t ever say anything. acts like nothing is wrong with him. i don’t know. i just feel terrible for mom. she’s so, lost, i guess. like, when she was sick, he was kinda the rock in the family. he’s always been the most levelheaded. losing that support…i don’t know. it’s weird. i’m trying to be better at stuff like that for her, but i’m not conrad. i can’t be as good as him.”

“that’s one thing you can’t start believing, that you’re not good enough,” you say. “you’re both just as important to your family as the other. just because he handles different things as you doesn’t mean that he’s better. with the other stuff…i don’t know, jere. he’s levelheaded, yeah, but he’s also crazy stubborn. when he’s caught up in his head about something there’s no getting him out.”

“don’t i know it,” he grumbles. then, he shakes his head and looks at you, a calmer expression on his face. “thank you, (y/n). conrad is too complicated to figure out usually. i really appreciate you listening,” he grabs your hand. “i’ve missed you so much. just talking about that makes me feel better.”

you squeeze his hand. “of course. you know you can always talk to me.”

your silence this time is broken by your phone buzzing. then buzzing again. and again. you sigh. “sorry, thought i silenced this.”

pulling out your phone, you see that the texts are from peter.

peter: (y/n) :((

peter: u promised to call me every night at 10

peter: what are u doing???

“oh shit,” you mumble, pulling your hand away from jeremiah to text back. he looks at you, concerned.

“is everything okay? who is it?”

you nod. “it’s um, peter.”

“peter?” he asks. “who’s peter?”

“my,” you hesitate, still staring at your phone. “my uh, boyfriend.”

jeremiah visibly stiffens, moving slightly away from you. “boyfriend, huh?” his tone is no longer warm. his voice is strained, and he stares out into the water. “didn’t mention that in the best thing from your year. or in any of our facetimes, or texts.”

“it’s fairly new,” you explain, still attempting to avoid looking at him. the air between you two felt weird, suddenly. less comfortable. “um, i was gonna mention it at some point tonight. i just was waiting to see how it went with him.”

“yeah.”

with that, jeremiah suddenly stands up and stretches. “i could really go for a swim,” he looks down at you, a forced smile on his face. “i am really happy for you, (y/n). c’mon, come swim.”

but he didn’t wait for you to follow him. he turned away quickly and took big steps towards the water. as soon as he was in it deep enough, he dove under a wave, staying under the water for a concerning amount of time, before coming up for air, and doing it again. you sigh. you weren’t sure what that was about, but you weren’t about to make it worse. you quickly text peter back, then turn off your phone, following jeremiah into the ocean.

you: got caught up sry call u later

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[sir-kuroo]

002. 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙄𝘿𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 • DESIRE

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What if the stranger in your sleep and secretly your client at work is actually a ravishing demon who would stop at nothing to have you beyond darker dreams? What if desire runs deeper than you know?

incubus!kuroo, f!reader, pwp, oral, squrting, fngering, multiple orgas/m, rough sxx, dacryphilia, overstimulation

I'm super warmed by the the number of people who asked to be tagged in the next chapter. I truly cherish you. You motivated me to write more. I guess turning this into chapters wasn't as bad as I thought it would turn out to be. I hope I won't disappoint you in the chapters to come.

Your thoughts trailed off while you waited for Kuroo as he excused himself to the restroom. Ever since the campaign started, you now worked with him thrice a week. For today, he decided to discuss things over lunch. Even if this was supposed to be a purely business meeting, you couldn’t shake off the thought that this seemed like a date. 

The restaurant was dimly lit with romantic jazz music playing in the background. You were seated in a concave booth that bound you in intimate proximity. And you...you were a little nervous. You didn’t know why you wanted to look pretty around him it’s pathetic. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t your type, because he completely was. However, you didn’t want to come off as someone who’d want a relationship with him. First of all, it’s unprofessional and second, Kuroo’s most likely the type to love ‘em and leave ‘em.  

Nope. You’re not for this. Not for him. 

Your phone buzzed with a notification about your meeting, making you remember your dear cat as your wallpaper was a selfie of the both of you. 

What the odd lady said to you a few days ago resurfaced in your memory. 

Was it really true that the cute black you took in a month back was the same as the man you’re having sex with in your dreams?  

You always knew that Mr. Midnight was a smart cat. He waited for you outside your apartment every night and went out with you whenever you’d go to the office. Was it grounds to label him as the incubus in your sleep?  

Impossible. He was too adorable and affectionate to be a demon. You lovingly recalled him frequently rubbing himself against you and always available for a good cuddle. He found a special space on your lap and curled up beside you during bedtime.  

How come such a sweet baby like him would be an incubus?  

There’s no way! But there’s also no way that the old lady would know about him. Come to think of it, the dreams emerged when he stopped visiting you. Maybe...Maybe, he already found his owner. It’s better to think of it that way.  

Suddenly, you remembered the antics he did just to get your attention. You missed him. 

“Did something happen?” Kuroo asked, finally returning to his seat. “Why’re you frowning?”  

“Nothing, really,” you said, facing your phone down. 

“Was that your cat?” he asked, having seen your wallpaper. 

“Yes,” you replied, a bittersweet smile swept your face. 

“What’s with him? You don’t look quite happy when I asked.” 

Kuroo was normally like this around you. He’d talk like he’d known you for a long time. Somehow, that put you at ease and made you feel the same way too. “I just haven’t seen him for more than a week now. I’m worried.” 

“Oh, so you missed him.” He grinned and casually crossed his legs. “Maybe he’s just somewhere nearby and you just haven’t found out yet.” 

You took in his confident smile. Why did he always speak like he’s very sure of what he’s saying even if it’s about your cat. 

You sighed. “If that’s the case, I wonder if he’s not hurt or if he’s eating well-” 

“I’m pretty sure he’s well-fed.”  

You pouted a little. “How would you even know?” 

“He’s a smart cat.” Kuroo smirked, placing his chin against his knuckles. “The fact that he chose someone as caring as you say so.” His hazel eyes were fixed on yours, holding your gaze as he lightly and casually rubbed his foot against your leg.  

You felt the pit of your stomach twisting in an irresistible way. You’re completely aware of what’s happening but doing nothing to deflect it, lost both in the moment and in his piercing eyes. The way he was rubbing against your leg reminded you of all the sensations you’d been feeling in your strange dreams. 

“Are you ready with your orders?” The waitress came, shifting your attention to her. She was only facing Kuroo though, and not even acknowledging you. She was batting her eyelashes at him and adjusting her top, so her cleavage was in its perfect view as if she’s doing her best to get his attention, but Kuroo’s gaze never left you.  

“What do you want?” he asked you.  

“Oh, uhm...” you said, gulping down the unexplainable tension in the air. “I guess I’ll be having seafood paella.” 

“Is that all? Order whatever you want,” Kuroo asserted. 

You gave him a small smile. “That’s all for me.” 

“Okay, I’ll get what she’ll get,” he advised the waitress, returning the menu to her without giving her a single glance.  

“Sir, if you want, I can show you our bestseller-” 

“I’m fine,” he answered, finally acknowledging her but you noticed that his gaze was blank and dead.  

The waitress left bringing with her your orders and unexpected disappointment.  

At first, you thought that Kuroo would enjoy every adoration he’d get from any girl that would be smitten by him. The man didn’t only ooze confidence but also a strong magnetic aura it’s so mysterious anyone would definitely be pulled in. Come to think of it, he’s also bold enough to subtly flirt with you. However, today’s the first time you noticed him outright rejecting someone like he wasn’t even pleased with the special treatment he was getting. 

He uncrossed his legs and straightened his back. His blank stare turned into a lighthearted smile as soon as he turned to you. “Okay, so...what’s our agenda for today?” 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 

“So have we reached our target, ma’am?” He playfully asked while he tortured your pussy with his fingers. This time, you found yourself in a bedroom that gave off a very masculine vibe—gray walls, steel and wooden furniture. You placed a hand over your mouth, keeping yourself from eliciting any sound. “Looks like not yet.” 

You closed your eyes firmly as you felt him dig in knuckles deep. “Why don’t you give it to me?” He moved his digits even faster that made you raise your hips, hands fisting the sheets. “Give it to me. Let it out.” He uttered in between his teeth.  

Your legs trembled and you couldn’t help but let go of the moan that you kept resisting from escaping. “Aaah~ Gosh, amazing...so good-” you whimpered. Your hips were shaking as he pumped ferociously, feeling the pleasure almost reaching the peak but not yet fully there. It’s close...so close! 

He dove right in to add his tongue, flicking your clit, while he hooked his fingers inside, hitting that sweet spot so delectably that had you thrashing against him. “W-Wai- S-Sto- Too good! This is- Haaah...” Your face scrunched while you convulsed. You were lost in bliss as your cries filled the room with tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. Your hand took on the strands of his hair, and he stopped as soon as you squirted your love juices. 

Catching your breath, the last thing you saw before your eyelids give up was the sight of him in between your legs, smirking as he licked the taste of you from his lips. 

You opened your eyes. Even when you’re finally awake, that good feeling still remained. This kind of dream kept on recurring, and it felt very normal by now. Still, everytime you woke up you kept on forgetting how the man in your dreams exactly looked like. It’s always stuck at the back of your head. All you knew was the fluffy feeling of his hair in your hand and the tenderness of his touch. 

You sighed and got ready for work. Heading to your office, you noticed that the odd lady was not around for today. Maybe you were just thinking about this too much and decided to move forward, focusing more on your work. 

Today, you and Kuroo would be having a meeting with the Procurement Head, though he had little say on this campaign, there were rumors in the office that he could be a little unbearable to work with.  

Kuroo arrived with a cup of coffee in hand, he again chose to sit from across you. You wondered if he's gonna rub your leg again, but this time around, he kept his body parts to himself. Very good. You said to yourself. 

The Procurement Head took time to review the campaign and he looked quite pleased, since he was studying it carefully, your attention was brought to Kuroo who was sipping his cup of coffee. Unconsciously, you bit your lip as his lips touched the cap of the paper cup. A few drops stained the corner of his mouth and his tongue slid to lick it off.  

Your gaze slid to his entire expression, straight to his eyes. Noticing you, he stared right back, smirking. The image of Kuroo in between your legs with a piercing look in his eyes, smirking as he licked his lips suddenly popped out of nowhere. 

You took a sharp breath. Oh, fucking no. 

Did you just picture-slash-fantasize him as the man in your lewd dreams? No damn hell! You laced your fingers together. You’re in the middle of a meeting. You shouldn’t be thinking of these things.  

“I reviewed everything, and you did well, Ms. Y/N. You must’ve worked hard for this,” The Procurement Head said. “That’s why I’m gonna suggest to your direct to give you a rest and let Ms. Yuri do the rest.” 

“What?” You said, shocked at his interference. We all know that whoever staged the campaign would be the one to add this to their portfolio. You were so ready to rebut, but you saw Yuri giving the Procurement Head a flirtatious glance. Tch! 

“I don’t need a rest, sir. I think I’ll be happier to see the end of this project. After all, I’m the one who planned everything and no one knows it more than I do,” you explained, but you sure were getting on your last straw now. He’s getting on your nerves, but you had no choice but to repress the anger and let it weigh heavy.

He was about to about to throw in something stupid, but Kuroo came in strong. His expression said that he’s not someone you’d like to mess with. “Plus, I only accepted this project because Y/N presented and thought of it well. I might consider withdrawing from the deal if it won’t be Y/N I’ll be working with.” 

You gulped and felt your heartbeat staggering. There’s something about Kuroo right now that hit different. He looked so serious, and he meant business—a stark contrast to the usual demeanor he usually gave you. Perhaps, you were delusional, but he came off protective, dependable someone...man enough to stand by you. 

The Procurement Head sighed, “Looks like that’s it...” His words drowned in the background as you got lost in your thoughts. He went out with Yuri, and you didn’t even notice them bade farewell before they left.  

Kuroo stood from his seat and extended a hand to you. You turned to him and cluelessly took his hand.  

“We got this,” he beamed with a genuine smile. “Together, we got this.” Contrary to the first time you shook hands, his firm hold on your hand felt comfortable this time. You felt safe.   

He chuckled and you let out a little smile.  

At this moment, you thought that maybe it wasn’t wrong to admit that you might be crushing on him a little. Just...a little. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 

Your face was squished lovingly in between his hands as his tongue massaged yours. His kisses were a mixture of playful and passionate that you’re sighing and wanting more of it. Your hands were on his shoulders as you were seated on his lap. His hands now traveled at your side, caressing your plush waist while he roamed his mouth on the flesh of your jaw...neck and shoulder. 

You ground against him. His hard-on satisfying the ache in between your legs. Taking note of your need, he laid on his back.  

“Go ahead...use me,” he said, the look in his eyes was both inviting and understanding at the same time, and that’s all you needed to start moving. 

You rubbed your naked cunt against his hot erection, your arousal making it easy to slide across his length. Your hips danced in a sexy way that made it hard for him to resist not taking the reins, but no. He’s giving it all to you this night. 

He was letting out heavy huffs and he looked awfully pained that you wanted to relieve him too. You took his cock in your hand and aligned it along your slick puffy lips. Slowly, you inched down on him, and you shook a bit, having a small orgasm at the feeling of him blazing rock hard inside you. 

He held you by the waist and you began twisting your hips round and round against his cock. You wanted more. You needed more. But could you really do more? 

“It’s a rough day, I know...” he said, placing his hands on your hips. “But you can go rougher on me.” 

You gulped, looking down on him and drinking in his blushing, desperate yet loving expression. He looked so fuckable that something inside you snapped. You bended your knees so you’re in a squatting position. With your hands pressed hard against his chest, you’re pulling up from his cock and slamming your pussy back deep. 

“Yes, yes, that’s it! Take it all out on me,” he encouraged under his breath, and you rode him wild, completely surrendering the frustration. “I’ll take it all...Haah...Take it all out on me...” 

Today wasn’t a good day. You were angry at the Procurement Head in the office, and you wanted to scream so bad.

You wanted to let it out so bad.

Now, you were fucking the man of your dreams so bad. So damn bad your ass slapped his thigh heavily while your hands on his chest were leaving a pretty pink mark against his skin. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Your hips moved in a frenzy, bouncing your body against him like a dribbling ball. Feels so good. He's so good. So amazing...like you're pouring it all out, shedding the burden off your chest away. Feels great. It's like you're glowing.

You looked so beautiful unhinged, uninhibited above him as you set yourself free, letting it all loose. You're so pretty looking so disheveled with your incredible tits bouncing as you take his cock. How he wanted to just stay here forever soaked up in your pussy, knowing it's him who got you crazy, dirty and messed up like this.

He wanted this forever. You forever. Endlessly, insanely, he...

He laced your fingers together and you squeezed on his hands tight at the very moment your cunt clenched around his cock. “Oh! Aaahhh...” you sighed, giving him the sight of your beautiful blushing ‘O’ face as your head tilted back, pleasure rushing all over your body. 

Sitting up, he caged you in his arms and thrust into you thoroughly. He muffled your noises with sweet kisses and with two...three pumps he's got you in another cathartic release.

You both panted as you had your arms wrapped around each other. You could hear his heartbeat against your ear. It’s so peaceful you wanted to stay like this. He pulled away a little and stamped kisses on your temple...your closed eyelid and at the corner of your lips. Slowly, you opened your eyes to meet his gaze. He’s smiling so affectionately at you as he caressed the top of your head. You felt something warm building in your stomach.

Pressing his forehead against yours,

Endlessly, insanely,

he whispered... 

“I love you.” 

Tracing those words in his head, Kuroo opened his eyes. In the darkness of his room, he turned his attention to the small red collar with a hanging golden bell he was holding. He pressed it against his lips as he tightly shut his eyes.  

What happened at the meeting earlier with the damned Procurement Head was a close call for him. He almost lost you. He showed up a brave face, but he felt a little scared. That’s the moment he knew that this was more than what he thought it was.  

All this time, he played and tested around the idea of him falling in love with you. Love? What a big joke. He thought it would be gone, but it only got stronger everytime. Ha! Who would think that the joke’s on him the entire time? Now, he not only wanted to spend every night with you...he wanted a lifetime’s worth, not in dreams but in flesh. 

But would you stay? Would you stay if he bared himself and showed you who he really was past an adorable mask, a handsome front and a blissful dream? Would you stay with him horns and all? 

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[strawnarrries]

here's a blurb about 2014 y/n and harry getting freaky in the shower and then niall walks in and realizes you're in there together

warning: hand stuff

"You're so pretty," he hummed to you, hand cupping your cheek.

"I love you," you smiled up at him.

He smiled back and leaned down, mumbling against your lips, "I love you too."

His lips molded against yours, tongue slipping out and tasting you. The hot water ran across your and Harry's skin, melting away the chaos that came with joining Harry and the boys on tour. It was fun, but it was stressful. This was one of the rare moments you had Harry all to yourself and you were cherishing it.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your pink, painted fingernails running through his wet locks and massaging his scalp. Your lips continued to move against his as he deepened your kisses, His hands began to roam your naked body, feeling every inch of your soft skin.

His hands soon moved south and cupped your bum, squeezing it tightly. You felt your abdomen tighten with excitement before you whispered desperately to your boyfriend, "Touch me."

"Gladly," he smirked against your lips, his right hand moving towards your front and landing exactly where you want him to be.

His fingers moved back and forth across your clit, exactly the way that he's learned you like. You hummed against his lips in acknowledgment that you enjoyed it, now gripping onto his locks as the knot in your stomach began to tighten.

His free hand grabbed onto your thigh, lifting it onto his waist for better access to you. You held onto each other tightly, keeping you in position as his fingers began to move lower. He easily slipped two fingers in and you couldn't help the moan that left your lips. He began thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curling them up with each entrance.

His fingers were magical. He knew all the right spots to push you over the edge and you knew it wouldn't be long before you were trying to resist the urge to scream his name while he made you release.

All of the sudden, you heard the door open and Niall's thick accent fill the bathroom, "Harry?"

Both of your bodies stilled, eyes widening and heartbeats racing as Harry quickly replied, "what?"

"Paul needs us downstairs for a meeting."

"'bout what?" he replied, gently and quietly slipping his fingers out of you and urging you on both feet again.

"No fuckin' clue."

"Okay, I'll be there in 10," he answered.

"And where's Y/N? I didn't see 'er in the room." Niall asked curiously.

"Erm, sh-she's," he made a panicked face at you as you tried to urge him to come up with a quick excuse but he failed, stifling a giggle, "erm, she's in..."

"Jesus," Niall fake gagged as soon as he spotted your clothes on the bathroom floor, "she's in there with you, oh my god."

The door immediately slammed shut and Harry erupted into laughter and you wanted to actually die of embarrassment.

"Harry, what the hell is wrong with you!" you scolded, "why didn't you just say I went to get food or something?"

"I dunno, I blanked," he replied, giggles still erupting from his lips.

"Oh my gosh, that's so embarrassing. I can't ever leave this room ever again. Poor Niall's probably scarred for life."

"Oh he's fine, he didn't see anything," he grinned, before pulling you into him again and caressing you, "come kiss me"

"No, I'm getting out," you replied, pushing him off of you and beginning to step out of the shower.

"Baby, c'mon," he urged, continuing to giggle at the events that just happened prior.

"Nope. Mood ruined."

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hiii can u maybe write about how collegerry's friends reacted when they found out about y/n? :)

ofccc :)

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college!harry x quiet!yn

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The day Harry and Y/N made it official, he wanted to yell out the news to the world. He knew Y/N wouldn't want to be the PDA type of couple, but as long as people knew she was Harry’s, and vice versa, he would cherish that.

Harry’s friends were going to be surprised, and slightly disappointed, but he already knew that. Whenever he brought Y/N around the frat house, the first question they’d ask him is if they were serious. Harry would answer ‘hopefully one day’ and the boys would tease him, but that was their way of trying to talk him out of it. 

Harry being single and sexually inviting to all people on campus was the reassurance his friend’s needed to be the exact same way. They didn’t feel that guilt of hurting girl’s feelings because Harry did it on a daily. But he was different when Y/N came into his life. His friends didn’t know how to deal with the new him.

Y/N was already thinking of the impact their relationship was going to have to everyone because Harry was a big deal. It was a red flag she had about him, but she convinced herself that she could move past it.

It had been two whole weeks since they became a couple, and Y/N was finally thinking about making it known. Harry was going her pace because the reactions they’d receive would be different from one another. People would probably be more seductive towards him as they now saw him as a challenge.

As for Y/N, she was preparing for the dirty looks. Well, when people finally realized her existence.

“What do you think everyone is going to think about us? And with you not being single anymore?” Y/N asked while working on her homework and receiving cold touches from Harry’s hand under her shirt. She’d clench every time his fingers subtly ran lower than they were supposed to be and he’d snicker at her reaction.

He was sat next to her on the floor, leaning on his elbow that rested on the table in front of them, scattered with papers that each labeled Y/N’s name on the top. He was staring at her lovingly while she worked, pretending he wasn’t exploring more than her stomach, and couldn’t wipe his school-boy smile off his face.

“Who cares?” He shrugged, “I can’t wait to finally tell the boys. They think my excuse of hanging out with you instead of going to girl's dorm rooms is insufficient. But now I can say, I’m hanging out with my girlfriend.” He repeated the last word in his head and bit his lip to stop the wider spread of his smile.

Y/N’s eyes were on her paper, so she didn’t see Harry’s cheesing face. “They don’t like me?”

“Not you in particular, but the idea of me having a girlfriend. It doesn’t matter though, they’ll just have to learn to like you or I’m cutting them off and moving out,” He replied, turning Y/N’s face by her chin and kissing her delicately. She continued to write blindly as she closed her eyes to enjoy Harry’s lips, but immediately brought her attention back to her homework when he pulled away.

“How do I make them like me? I want to be on their good side.”

“You don’t have to do anything, baby. They have to get on your good side,” He chuckled. 

“Oh,” she hmphed, “that’s easy for them to do. Just leave me alone.” She smirked proudly at her funny joke, which wasn’t helping Harry’s cuteness overload crisis at all. Everything she did made him want to lock her in his arms as he devoured her with love.

He grabbed her face again, but instead with both hands, and pressed his lips harder against hers. Y/N had to detach herself from her homework to steady her body from falling on him. 

She hummed in the kiss and giggled at Harry’s desperation. Her hands traveled up to his wrists that held her cheeks and squeezed them. 

“At the very least, I'd like you to be friendly with them. Maybe we can go over there and you can officially meet them instead of going straight to my room,” Harry suggested as he let Y/N’s face go and moved closer to hug her around her waist. He tilted his head to the side to see her face clearly. 

Y/N scrunched her nose in thought and Harry wanted to kiss her all over again. He was glad he wasn’t scaring her off with his affection. Now that they were official, he was ecstatic and couldn’t control his excitement with finally be Y/N’s boyfriend.

���We should have ice cream with them or go roller skating. At least then I can pretend to enjoy being around them,” She said with a sarcastic smile. Harry rolled his eyes and pinched her side. She laughed and squirmed in his hold. “I can come over but I think you should tell them first. I don’t want to see their fake enthusiasm to the news.”

Harry sighed and leaned in to kiss Y/N’s neck, causing her breathing to go soft. He brushed his lips up the length of her throat before he tilted her head to the side so he could kiss her jawline. Y/N was now rushing to finish up her homework so her attention could be fully on Harry, his lips, and his hand that still teased the hem of her panties.

He didn’t think it was a bad idea to tell his friend’s first so they could express their thoughts without having to sugarcoat it if Y/N was there. Then if he needed to hit one of them for disrespecting her, he wouldn’t have to hold back.

“I’m going to tell them today. We’re going to eat out for a guys night, and I already know they’re going to ask about you,” He said. Y/N hummed and turned her head to look at him. He was a little surprised by it but still smiled widely at her. “What?”

“You haven’t gone to a guys night in a while. You always excuse yourself to stay with me,” She pointed out with a smirk. “I just thought about that. Tired of me already?”

“Never, baby,” He chuckled, before getting up from his spot on the floor. Y/N watched him and eyed his lengthy, and muscular, body grow tall. She was a little disappointed that he was wearing sweats so she couldn’t see his thick thighs that she loved very much. 

Harry stretched his muscles after spending a long time in a cramped position between the couch and center table on the floor. He found his phone on Y/N’s nightstand, not even five steps away, and scanned the screen filled with text notifications. He rolled his eyes before stuffing his phone in his pocket. 

“And done,” Y/N announced as she set her pencil down and leaned against the couch behind her. Harry glanced down at her and smiled.

“Good, and now no more school work for the rest of the night,” He leaned down to pat her head. “Pinky promise me.” Y/N laughed and linked her pinky finger with his. 

“Promise, my brain hurts anyways. If I have to analyze one more passage, my head might explode,” She joked.

“And I’d still think you were the prettiest girl I have ever laid my eyes on,” Harry cooed, bending his knees lower to reach her lips. Y/N gladly accepted the kiss and hummed within it. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”

Y/N smiled softly, “Have fun tonight.” Harry grabbed his keys and walked backwards to her door as he kept his eyes solely on her. He was already missing her and she was only a few feet away. His hand touched the handle of the door and hesitated opening it. 

“You can always protest for me to stay,” Harry shrugged.

Y/N looked over at him and furrowed her brows. He tapped his foot on the floor, waiting for her to ask him to stay.

“I know, but I feel like I keep you away from having fun. Go,” She shooed him, standing up and stretching her arms out. The plain blue top she wore did everything but hide her perky cleavage from Harry’s drooling eyes. When she realized he was staring, her arms dropped and crossed over her chest. “Harry Styles, get out,” She laughed.

“Are you going to miss me?” He raised a brow at her.

“Obviously,” She rolled her eyes.

“So, you want me to stay?”

Y/N groaned and walked over to her boyfriend. He smiled widely and puckered his lips. She quickly accepted his kiss while reaching behind him for the door handle and opening it. His hand touched her waist and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Yes, I’ll miss you, and I do want you to stay, but I you need to leave and go to your guys night.” Before Harry could respond, he was being pushed out of her room. Y/N blew him a kiss and shut the door with a giggle. Harry had heard her on the other side and his heart clenched. 

He couldn’t wait for the world to know she was his.

-

Harry met the boys at the restaurant he was texted the location of. He saw them at a booth through the window, and they all waved him inside. His hands rubbed together as he anticipated the outcome of the conversation he was about to have with them. No matter what, they were going to have to respect his and Y/N’s relationship if they even thought about staying his friend.

Niall was the first to slide out of the booth and engulf Harry in a hug like he hadn’t just seen him that day in class. “Hey mate, feels like it’s been forever since we’ve all hung out.”

“That’s because it has,” another roommate, Tyler, commented while sipping his Diet Coke. “He’s been too busy cuddling up under that girl every night.”

“Yeah, your bed is starting to collect dust,” Flynn snickered, earning a slap to the back of the head from Harry. 

“What was her name again? Jenna?” Isaiah asked to Flynn, sitting across from him. “Wait, I think she said it before, right? Jessica?”

Niall shook his head, “No, that was the girl he let sleep over and the next morning made us all breakfast. I liked her. You must’ve really gave it to her good that night.” He jabbed Harry’s side with his elbow. 

Harry huffed and slid in the booth before Niall sat back down next to him. All of the boys stared at him and watched cautiously. They already knew he was acting different since Y/N, but they were thinking something must’ve happened if he showed up for a guys night.

“So, what happened with you and uh...”

“Y/N?”

All the boys in unison awed and pointed at each other, claiming they knew that was her name all along. Harry rolled his eyes, and right as he was about to answer, the waitress came over, noticing she had missed Harry in ordering a drink.

“Hello, I saw you just come in, what can I get for you?” She smirked while tilting her head to the side to let her ponytail swing off her shoulder. Her apron was hanging low to display the revealing top she wore under it. 

Harry felt an arm wrap around him, and it was another one of his roommates, Sage, whispering to him, “She definitely wasn’t this interested in ordering our drinks before you got here.”

“I’ll get a Dr. Pepper, thanks,” Harry requested, ignoring Sage’s comment. The waitress scribbled his order down, even though it was a simple drink to remember to make, but her eyes flickered up at him while she wrote. The boys had all kicked Harry under the table roughly, causing him to give them all dirty looks.

He really wished he stayed with Y/N. Now he was wondering what she was doing alone without him. Watching TV? TikToks? Reading? Listening to their shared playlists of music? Yoga? He was tempted to text her to find out, but he was ripped away from the thought of her as the boys all started cheering.

“What?” He asked, confusedly.

“I’m proud of you, Harry. Arriving fashionably late, blue balls, and ready to take the hot waitress in her break room,” Flynn praised him. 

“She’ll help you get over Diana—”

“Y/N,” Niall corrected him with furrowed brows. “He just said it, you fucking simpleton.”

“Too many names to remember,” Flynn muttered, before bringing his attention back to Harry. “So, what happened with you guys? She wanted a relationship?”

Harry started to answer, but Isaiah jumped in. “I fucking hate when they hit you with that out of nowhere.”

“Tell me about it, remember that girl with the blue hair I had over a couple of days ago?” The booth nodded. “She’s ready to finally settle down.”

Sage laughed, “I’d rather grow old alone than settle down with you.”

“Exactly!”

Everyone laughed, but Harry. He just wanted to tell them he was finally in a happy relationship if they’d let him get more than two words out. They all dispersed into a more entertaining conversation that it didn’t make it the right time to throw the news out. So, he waited until the topic circled back to girls, like it usually did.

The waitress came back with his drink, and instead of handing it to him, she set it down and slid it across the table so she had to lean down and inch closer to him. Harry looked everywhere but her spilled breasts and muttered a thank you.

“Do we all know what we want to order?” She asked, standing back upright with a slight pout. Niall smirked at Harry and flicked him harshly.

“Our boy Harry here does.”

“Harry? That’s a nice name,” She smiled at him. Harry nodded and looked at the boys, motioning for them to order first. “Flynn?”

He was thankful they did as asked and focused on ordering food. His stomach didn’t want anything, he just came to spend time with his friends, and hopefully, reveal his new favorite person to them.

When orders went around the table, the waitress nodded and glanced at Harry before stepping away. All heads whipped in his direction with frantic looks. Harry furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What I do?”

“Follow her!” They all yelled while kicking and flicking him.

“Oi, what the fuck? Stop,” He slapped at the hands coming for him. “Why can’t one of you do that?” 

“Because she wasn’t eye-fucking us and making very obvious that she has something to offer in the back,” Sage grumbled. “How oblivious have you become since Y/N, mate? Thank god you guys called it off.”

All the boys agreed in unison, and that just made Harry slam his hands on the table. He was over them. Over their comments. Over their immaturity. He wanted them to know. Now.

“Y/N and I didn’t call things off,” He snapped, switching his eyes to each person at the table. “We are dating now. She’s my girlfriend, and I’m very happy about it. So, stop fucking trying to hook me up with anything that has legs. I’m not interested anymore, and if you guys haven’t noticed, I haven’t been for a long time!”

There, he said it.

The booth was quiet and so were their expressions. They scattered their eyes to each other, waiting for someone to break first so they could follow suit.

“No ‘congratulations’, ‘oh Harry, good for you’, ‘I’m happy you’re happy’?” He asked, throwing his hands up. Niall was the only bold one at the table to nod.

“That’s great, Harry. We just thought you guys were a fling or something. Never thought it would get serious,” He shrugged. “She must be great if you actually asked her to be your girlfriend.”

“She’s fucking amazing, is what she is. And she knew you guys would react like this so she didn’t want me to tell you guys with her around,” He barked. “I mean, just look at your faces.” He pointed to Flynn who’s mouth stayed agape, and Sage with a bored frown. When they were both called out, they immediately fixed their faces.

“Sorry H, but I didn’t think you had it in you to actually stick with one girl for more than three days,” Flynn tried to make a joke, and the table laughed because they needed that to ease some of the tension, but Harry’s face stayed hard. He only grew angrier.

He shot up from his seat and nudged Niall with his knee to let him out. “Fuck this. Fuck you guys.”

“Oh come on, Harry. Can you blame us?” Sage argued. “You’ve fucked every girl on campus and can’t even remember their names the next day. We all assumed Y/N was just like them.

“I assumed she was one of the favorite fucks. She’d go straight to your room and the next day out the front door before we could say anything to her,” Tyler shrugged.

“Yeah, we didn’t know you guys were serious. She doesn’t make sense with you, like... at all,” Isaiah chuckled uncomfortably.

“I haven’t heard her speak more than five words to us, and we can’t seem to shut you up, so it was a weird pair. I thought you were just trying something different with the quiet ones.”

Harry wanted to punch all of them across the face in one hit. He basically tackled Niall out of the booth so he could leave without having to hear any more of what his ‘friends’ had to say.

“You don’t know her, or about the things we do together, so you have no room to assume we don’t make sense. She never speaks to you guys because you’re either drunk and eye-fucking her as she walks by or comparing her to the other girls that pass through. She literally begs me to keep drinks in my mini fridge because she hates the looks you guys give her when she comes downstairs,” Harry hissed at them.

They all shared knowing looks, clearly remembering the words they spoke about Y/N.

“Harry—”

“Don’t expect me to be around anymore because I’d rather be with my girlfriend than dickheads like you guys.” Harry stomped away from the booth and out the restaurant to his car. He immediately pulled out his phone and texted the only person he wanted to be with in that moment.

dove: hey baby, whatcha up to?

my baby: they didn’t take the news very well?

dove: can i come over?

my baby: of course, can you bring some food tho pleaseeee :P

dove: lol will do, gotta feed my baby

my baby: i’m high maintenance

dove: i love it

my baby: good

dove: :)

Yeah, he was fucking happy with her.

He arrived back at Y/N’s dorm room with Chinese takeout and a big fucking smile on his face. She swung the door open after hearing his familiar knock and immediately squealed at the food in his hand.

“Jackpot,” she hummed, grabbing the bag and walking towards the shared kitchen of her dorm. Her roommate was in her suite, fast asleep after long night classes, so Y/N had the main room to herself.

“Excuse me, missy,” Harry scoffed, reaching his long arms out for Y/N’s waist and snatching her back to his chest. His lips were on her neck as she giggled sweetly.

“What?” Her head turned to look up at him.

“No, ‘hey, welcome back’? I thought you missed me,” he laughed, spinning her around and grabbing the bag to set it on a near counter. Y/N bit her bottom lip to hide her smile, but Harry leaned in to tug it out with his own teeth and pecked it gently. Y/N immediately blushed and glanced away. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

Her arms snaked around his neck and tangled her fingers in his curls. “What happened?” She asked, referring to Harry’s early return to her dorm.

He sighed and snuggled his face in her neck to trail kisses from her collarbone to her jaw. “I missed you so much,” his voice came out muffled, but Y/N still understood.

“They don’t like me now?” Not that Y/N cared because that just meant they wouldn’t bother her. But they still were Harry’s friends, so she wanted to make sure they had no bad blood. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

“Stop apologizing,” he demanded before kissing her passionately, walking them backwards to the connected living room. He blindly searched for the couch and helped Y/N lay back along the length of the three cushions. He settled on top of her and brought their lips back together.

Y/N was a little worried that Harry had to leave his friends so quickly. That meant they said some real shitty things about her that Harry couldn’t take anymore. It itched her everywhere, and she hated that feeling.

“Baby,” Harry sighed, grabbing Y/N’s hand she didn’t notice left his curls to graze her thigh with her nails, “Stop thinking about it. I left because I just wanted to be with you.” 

“I don’t believe you,” She mumbled, unconvinced because of him being so desperate to avoid what really happened back at the restaurant. “What did they say?”

Harry sighed and brushed his lips against her skin. “They thought we were a weird pair because of how different our personalities are. I told them that they don’t know what happens between us behind closed doors, so they can’t assume anything. That’s all, baby, okay?” He explained, playing with the ends of her hair, twirling them between his fingers.

Her shoulders relaxed as she nodded. “Oh, that’s whatever. So what? I like being a weird pair,” She shrugged. Harry smiled widely, holding back from kissing her. “So, are you all still friends or no?”

"Yes, we’re all cool, thanks for your concern,” He chuckled.

“That’s what I’m here for,” she sighed. Harry could still see behind her eyes that she was still thinking about their conversation because she felt like there was more but just wanted to trust his words. He loved that. His lips found hers again and he bent his knees so he could push himself to hover over her.

“Are you still hungry?” He asked while kissing from her lips to her cheeks. His hands held her jaw and turned it so he could reach all her favorite spots. She loved the feeling of his plushy lips pressing against her skin so delicately. It was a feeling she had never received from any past relationships. Harry’s felt meaningful, like each kiss was an act of want. He wanted her.

Y/N hummed at his question. “Starving, you? Did you eat anything earlier?” He shook his head and began to rise off of her and onto his feet. When she began to follow, he pushed her back down and told her that he’d bring it over. “Are you going to stay over?” She asked another question.

“If you’ll have me,” he answered, grabbing the food from the kitchen counter.

“I’ll have you,” she smiled. He made his way back to her, standing between her legs and leaning down to capture her lips.

He slightly pulled away and examined her face. She watched with a hitched breath.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

-

There was a ping from Harry’s phone while the couple ate their Chinese takeout, cuddling together on the couch. He had taken his shirt off and that gave her access to his warm and firm athletic chest. She wanted to recklessly kiss and touch every prominent muscle and scattered tattoo, hopefully pulling out long deep groans from him, but she wasn’t there confident-wise to go that far.

“Cheater,” Y/N grumbled under her breath. Before Harry could lean over to reach his phone, he whipped his head at her.

“What?! Y/N, I’m not even—“

“Harold, I was joking,” Y/N widened her eyes and covered her mouth with the back of her hand to laugh. “Calm down, boyfriend.”

Harry let out a breath and grabbed her chin to bring her face close to his. “You’re annoying. Don’t make jokes like that,” his voice suddenly dropped to display his seriousness.

Y/N shivered at his tone… and it ran all the way down to her core. She liked that.

His face was hard as he stared at her, waiting for her to nod that she understood. But instead, she tilted her head to the side and asked, “Will you talk to me like that again if I do?” Surprising both Harry and herself with a flirtatious smirk. He raised a brow at her and unabashedly scrolled his eyes down to her now clenched thighs. Oh.

“Don’t test me, baby,” he moved his hand from her chin to around her neck. He was cautious at first, testing the waters to make sure she was okay with that kind of touch.

“That only makes me want to do it even more,” she whispered. Harry softly groaned and squeezed his hand around her neck once.

“Naughty,” he muttered before connecting their lips. He hummed at the taste of chicken lo mein along her tongue. “You’re not as shy as you display yourself, huh?”

She shrugged, “I’m not comfortable with people like I am with you, that’s all.”

He smiled genuinely, “Well, I’m glad I pushed my way into your inner circle then.” Y/N tossed her head back to laugh. It was true, he did invite himself wherever she was, just to be in her presence. She just eventually accepted it and started to like it a lot.

Harry went for his phone and scanned the text he received from Niall. Y/N leaned back into the couch and continued to eat her food, staying out of his business.

nialler: can you and y/n come to the house tmr? we’d like to meet her properly

Harry hesitated an answer, his brows furrowing at the screen. He muttered incoherent words under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair.

Y/N trailed a finger up his exposed spine to the nape of his neck before massaging the spot. Harry moaned softly and relaxed into her gesture.

“What’s wrong?” She asked before planting a simple kiss on his shoulder blade. He glanced an eye at her and frowned.

“They want us to come over tomorrow so they can meet you,” he motioned to Niall’s text.

“Oh,” she said, biting her lip anxiously. “Are we going to go?” She looked at Harry. He chuckled and leaned back against the couch so he could look over at her.

“That’s for you to decide, baby. Do you want to?”

Y/N played with her chopsticks in her food and thought at about it. She wasn’t sure they’d ever want to meet her after what supposedly happened with Harry at the restaurant. She thought they’d be too disappointed to see them together.

“Why all of a sudden they want to meet me?” She asked. Harry shrugged and decided to figure that out for himself.

harold: why? why should i even let you guys in her presence after what you all said?

nialler: we want to apologize to the both of you

Y/N read over his response with her chin on Harry’s shoulder and frowned again.

“What are you thinking, baby?” He noticed her reaction in worry.

“I don’t know, honestly,” she switched her lips side to side. Harry nodded and ran his hand along her thigh. He let her think about it for a moment while he turned his head to kiss her cheek.

“I can go alone and see what they really want.”

Y/N suddenly felt odd. Weak. Like her voice was slowly crumbling in her throat. She knew she was going to be uncomfortable with meeting Harry’s friends, but now apologizing and circling her with pity attention was added into the mix. It itches her again.

But she wanted to try.

“No, I’ll go. We’ll go,” she nodded, motioning for Harry to answer Niall back. He hesitated his fingers, watching Y/N shift in her spot and bite the inside of her cheek.

He sighed and kissed her. “Stop.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Y/N—“

“Harry.”

He hmphed a frown at her, but she kept her face hard to hide her doubts. If he stared at her any longer, she’d break.

“Stop it, I can see right through you,” Harry held her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips.

“You’re bossy, you stop,” she counterargued.

“Because you’re fucking stubborn,” he dryly laughed.

Y/N rolled her eyes and flicked his temple. “I’m not scared of them.”

“Never said you were.”

“You’re thinking it.”

“How do you know that?” He raised a challenging brow. Y/N sniffled a laugh as she grabbed Harry’s face with her hands and brought his forehead to hers, widening her eyes at him.

She hummed first, before whispering, “I can see your thoughts, Harold. I’m psychic.”

“I bet you are, baby,” he laughed, “but I don’t think you’re scared. You don’t want all their attention, I get it.”

“I’ll get over it, just text Niall back,” she groaned, letting him go so she could fall into the couch. Her legs spread over his lap as she lengthened along the cushions and laid her head on the armrest.

Harry bit his lip in thought and stared down at her. She blinked and smiled.

“Fine,” he sighed and texted Niall back.

harold: sure, we’ll be there after y/n’s class in the morning

nialler: okay, see you guys then

-

Harry waited for Y/N in the parking lot at the building of her class. When she opened the door and found him by his car, she waved and made her way over. He smiled widely and stood upright.

“Hey, hot stuff,” he smirked, grasping her jaw and kissing her quickly. She squeaked within it before giggling against his lips. “How was class?”

Y/N glanced around, wondering if anyone caught their slight intimacy. “Great, actually.” Harry wrapped a tight arm around her shoulder and brought her hair to his lips to kiss as he walked them to the passenger side of his car.

“I like the sound of that. Tell me everything,” he said, opening the door and squeezing her hip as she stepped up into the seat. He took her backpack from her and held the handle so it fell by his side.

“There isn’t much to tell,” she chuckled, buckling her seatbelt.

Harry smiled and patted her thigh. “There always is, you just don’t like to tell me.”

“No one ever wanted to know about my day in details, so I never tried to remember anything,” she shrugged. “I don’t like talking much anyways.”

“Are you sure?” He lifted a teasing brow, “because you had a lot to say about Chris Hemsworth when we were watching Thor.”

Y/N laughed and threw her hands up in defense. “You can’t blame me for that. When that shirt comes off, I can’t stop the thoughts from coming out of my mouth.”

“Thanks for the confidence boost, baby.”

“No problem, muffin,” she exclaimed, ignoring his dramatic huff as he shut her door.

Harry drove Y/N to the frat house, but decided to take a few wrong turns so he could have some alone time with her. They talked about a variety of things that made Y/N forget about their destination until he pulled up to the frat house.

When he parked, he turned his body to face her and leaned his elbow on the center console. He tilted his head slightly and smiled. “Ready?”

Y/N nodded, not trusting her voice to not come out as a whisper.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” She raised her brows.

He closed the distance between them until their noses touched. He listened to the sweet sound of her laugh as he wiggled his nose to tickle hers.

“There’s my girl,” he cooed. “We got this. Just gonna listen to what they have to say then we can go wherever you want. Me and you.” He watched her eyes light up at the suggestion.

She nodded and softly thanked him.

Harry got out and ran to her side to help her down, before they walked up to the house hand-in-hand.

The door was unlocked, like it always was, for some reason, and Harry entered first, complaining about the stench that swarmed the air as a way to announce his presence. Y/N took a step to the side, standing mostly behind Harry, switching so that both of their left hands were holding each other together, while her other gripped his hip.

Harry looked behind him and gave his girlfriend a concerned look.

“I’m fine,” she answered his question before he could even get it out.

“Why—“

“I’m not behind you, I’m southwest of you. There’s a difference,” she pinched his hip and giggled softly. Harry rolled his eyes and squeezed their interlocked hands.

Just then, multiple footsteps grew louder from every direction. From the stairwell, the kitchen, the bathroom, the game room, and the hallway to the downstairs bedrooms.

Y/N cleared her throat and dropped her tense shoulders. Niall was the first to speak as they all darted their eyes to the couple standing at the front door. “Why isn’t it the lovebirds of the hour?”

“Of all time,” Harry corrected him. Sage, Tyler, Flynn, and Isaiah came up behind Niall with neutral looks on their faces. Y/N’s eyes fell to the stained rug as the tension pointed directly at her. “Baby?” Harry whispered, shaking their shared hands.

“Let’s move this to the living room, my feet are killing me,” Flynn complained, falling against Tyler’s back. The boys agreed and turned away in that direction. Harry waited a moment, feeling Y/N’s grip on his shirt loosen, something she hadn’t notice she was doing until she felt the strain in her hand.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, letting him go completely and shaking her body subtly. She hugged herself and followed Harry’s roommates to the living room.

“Hey,” he tugged her back to his chest. “Are you okay?” He asked, pushing her hair away from her face so he could see her side profile.

She hummed and continued to follow the others. Harry shook his head at his stubborn girlfriend, knowing he wasn’t going to get anything out of her anymore. She wore her mask and smiled confidently.

It’s just Harry’s friends, she thought.

The conversation was awkward at first with the boys admitting what they had actually said the previous night about her. Y/N gave Harry a dark look and punched him in the shoulder, earning cheers all around. But then, she simply shrugged their confessions off and easily forgave them. They all exchanged confused looks, like they expected her to hold some sort of burden.

Each of them went around to formally introduce themselves, and Y/N did the same. She grew a liking to Sage and Niall the most because of how genuine they were about accepting the real her; quiet, simple, and all. They were very adjustable and wanted to be that way. She was pretty cool, they thought.

Harry asked Y/N if she was ready to go, but they all complained that they should stay a little longer, hoping to squeeze in a movie and snacks.

“We were going to watch The Greatest Showman because we caught Isaiah singing the songs earlier,” Sage pointed at his friend.

“What I sing in my room is none of your business, Sage,” He scoffed, leaning across Flynn to smack him. Sage caught his hand and they ended up in a short wrestling match because Flynn twisted their ears to get them to stop.

“Idiots,” He grumbled. Y/N smiled softly and received a squeeze to her thigh from Harry. She looked over at him and snuggled closer into his side. They were alone on the loveseat, trying to hide their small acts of affection from the boys. Harry tried his best not to kiss her, but her lips were begging him to, so he kept his eyes anywhere but there.

“I don’t mind, I guess,” She shrugged. “I love The Greatest Showman, but probably not as much as Isaiah,” She teased with her eyes just on Harry for approval that it was funny. He chuckled, but the others roared in laughter. She furrowed her brows at them, surprised by that reaction.

“We’ll stay,” Harry nodded. 

Niall and Tyler shot up from their spots to grab Harry from Y/N and dragged him off the loveseat. “Alright, break it up,” Niall announced. Y/N moved away to the other armrest, creating a distance from whatever they were roughly doing to Harry.

“You’re on snack duty, Styles. That’s what you get for not showing up to the last few movies,” Tyler demanded, pushing Harry into the kitchen. He definitely needed Niall’s help because Harry was built on pure muscle.

He met eyes with Y/N and sighed. She bit her lip to laugh and cuddled herself to warm up. 

“Assholes,” He muttered, punching his friend’s before allowing them to shove him into their unnecessarily large pantry. 

“We need chips, candy, popcorn, sodas, and you know the rest,” Tyler counted on his fingers. “And made sure you get something separate for the lady. Wouldn’t want her to lose a finger because she tried to share chips with Sage.”

Y/N was comfortable, for the most part. She was okay with Harry’s friends, and they tried their best to make her okay with them.

Like Harry said, they had to get on her good side, so they wanted to make sure they got there.

-

#harrystyles #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x yn #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #college!harry #college harry styles #quiet!yn #harry styles boyfriend

[nor-4]

Thomas w Lovely Reader

Im sorry babies, ‘been super busy lately but I’m back now. This is rushed so pls excuse me😓

Thomas Hewitt x Reader

Warnings: MDNI, only a headcannon

Thomas have a very high sex drive. Y’all cant argue w me.

His favorite thing is to watch you walk or work on your chores around the house while you wear a dress. When i say dress like every dress, tight dress, sleep dress or casual dress just any dress.

Not because of your boobs, well maybe. Another thing is he loves to look at your stomach those little tummy you have, he just want to touch it, grab it, hold it even lay on it.

Your relationship with thomas is like a nara smith and lucky but more chaotic. You are the cook and thomas is the one who is washing the dishes (even though he cant wash his own sweat)

He loves how your hands gently touches the clothes you have folded.

Thomas is very thankful for your gentle kind. He loves how your fingers run on his scalp massaging it after a long day.

Has this big admiration on how you are very close with Luda.

Thomas want to have a baby with you but he's afraid to ponder you with big responsibilities and he doesn't want the kid to grow up like his father.

He wanted a baby to grow up with a nice life, unlike how Thomas grew up.

Anyways you insisted so, thats why thomas now hated going home dirty and just over all stopped doing his dirty works at home especially at the basement.

Thomas loves seeing you carrying your kid on your arms singing lullaby as you cook dinner after work, it's like a payment.

Luda thinks it's a blessing for both of you couple to recieve a child to love.

Actually he thinks it's a casual thing since you know he has breeding kink that he recently discovered the reason you got pregnant.

Over all he still cherish to see and to feel the product of both of you. He loves how both of your looks fight over you child's face.

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas x reader #texas chainsaw massacre

[hanafubukki]

*Casually strolls in again* Hello!! You called me back, and I shall deliver more! I was inspired by you (you lovely person and writer ❤️) once again for this scenario I would like to add on the previous scenario.

(Takes place during the dream of Book 7 where they are trapped in a dream. Where he finally meets Knight of Dawn and Reader)

Silver being shown the memory he keeps dreaming every time…

Finally he is able to fully discover and fully see the dreamlike memory…

He can see… himself surrounded by two people… holding him tight, loving and cherishing him… like he is their entire world…

But then the heart tendering moment gradually changes…

This time Silver is shown the women his mother now the only one in the room alongside him. The previous spot the man his father occupied is now… empty…

Reader is gently placing him down in a crib and caressing his face tenderly. Carefully covering him with blankets and making to keep him comfortable and warm. And hide him from the conflict.

Her still softly yet tearful singing to him. Tears trickling down from her eyes yet still tenderly smiling at him for the last time.

Silver reached his hand out to touch her but before he could, her figure and voice fades away…

[I’m evil. So sorry but at the same time, not sorry! Now excuse me, I shall take my leave again!*Running away again*

Until we meet again!

Ps. song I listen to this cover as well while thinking about silver again

https://youtu.be/etttoH0USGQ?si=b108AGI_8H7i7AA3]]

[continuation of these fics: A Moment in Time and In Our Embrace]

Hello Anonie 💚🌺🌸

Welcome back! I need a name for you, I’m going to call you “Silver Knight” because you leave Silver moments with Knight/Reader related scenarios.

Unless you want to pick a name for yourself of course 😂

Silver Knight Anonie, do you know the whiplash of emotions I felt? The compliment has me all gleeful and then I read the remaining ask and the heartbreak??

Why must you leave me in this despair?? 💔

If we are in that Silver moment when he falls to blot temporarily, when he believes he doesn’t deserve love, and he sees this??

Can you imagine how he feels? He feels his heritage, his bloodline, betrayed those he loves the most.

But then he sees this, his parents, and he doesn’t know how to feel. They who clearly loved him so much, who sacrificed everything for him? How could he think so negatively of them?

He doesn’t know what to do.

But then, just as Lilia called for him, he hears familiar voices.

[I’m setting a trap for you like those old cartoon for leaving me heartbroken like this Silver Knight Anonie😭, but never fear! I can add hope! I can add some fluff! 🥰😘

That cover song was so good, and she’s so pretty 💞🌸]

Summary: Love saves Silver once again.

"You don't deserve to cry!"

Silver fell to his knees, sobbing.

Why? Why?! How could he be born to this heritage? How could he betray his Father? Lord Malleus? Be the cause of their pain.

"My little love, why do you cry?"

Silver looked up in shock.

You.

It was you.

The one from his dreams.

He watched as you quickly walked towards a crib. The same cradle he had seen his father with. You picked up the babe and held him.

You rocked the baby gently, "There's no need to cry, sweetheart."

You twirl him around, squeals of laughter coming from the bundle.

"That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it's true, that visions are seldom what they seem But if I know you"

Silver had risen to his feet.

This dream. He knows this dream. No...it was a memory.

"I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream"

Silver watched as the Knight of Dawn joined you in your singing. The man that was once a hazy image in his dreams is now seen clearly.

The Knight of Dawn embraced his family.

You tapped the baby's nose, "See, my love? You are loved. There's no need to cry."

They...they loved me and I...

Silver clutched his chest.

I don't know. I don't know! What do I-argh!

The bright light of his ring blinded him before he was transported into another memory.

You were holding him, rocking him.

Yet, you seemed different.

Lonely.

"I will protect you From all around you I will be here Don't you cry"

You placed your precious bundle in the cradle. Tears fell from your face and yet you still smiled, making sure none touched your baby.

Silver neared you. He didn't want you to cry.

Please. Please. Don't cry.

"You'll be in my heart No matter what they say You'll be here in my heart Always"

"My little love, may you always be happy. May your eyes never cloud with sorrow. I pray they always be bright and true."

Those words!

Silver reaches for you, needing to wipe your tears as you have always surely done his.

Only for you to disappear.

No!

"Get up Silver! Do whatever it takes! Do not fall here!"

"My little love, do you not see? How loved you are."

Silver is filled with renewed determination. He would make sure everything would be right again.

"I will end this nightmare and bring my loved one’s smiles back!"

The ring lit up once again, engulfing the group in pastel colors.

"Our son."

Silver gasped, eyes widening.

It was you and him.

“You two are-”

Both smiled.

Silver fell.

Yes, I did use “once upon a dream” and “you’ll be in my heart” song.

Yes, I did use those lines that Lilia told Silver in book 7 chapter 1 about clear eyes without sorrows.

Yes, I am curled up in bed and in the feels. 💔🥺

But did I not say?! I will give some fluff! Some hope! 💚💚💗💗 and I meant it 🫶💞☺️🥹

#answered #Anonie ask #🌺silver knight Anonie🌺 #twst silver #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland silver #silver vanrouge #twst knight of dawn x reader #twst knight of dawn #twst platonic #twst angst #twst fluff #twst book 7 #twst scenarios #twst drabbles #twisted wonderland knight of dawn #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[chronic-claire-universe]

Ran Haitani: Embarassing Question

Hello dust bunnies, it’s my husband birthday and obviously I’m going to celebrate it! I know that most of you voted for the smut on the poll but I came up with a huge idea, a mini story about Ran as a father and how he changes throughout time.

Warnings: Suggestive, Mentions Of S*x, Overall Fluff

Plot: It’s Ran’s birthday and he can’t help but show his love to you and your kids, Momo and Ren, who needs their father to explain something really basilar like love

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 coming soon

Love it’s your birthday!!

Ran Haitani isn’t a man that forgets celebrations but he’s been so caught up with work and fatherhood that looks at you so shocked, “What I didn’t even realize!?” he says to you while playing with your son and daughter, “I guess I got so caught up in all the excitement from today and all the talk about the kids to realize that it’s my birthday my love!

“It’s an important day, how could you forget?” you say while kissing him and looking to Ren and Momo, “Well you’re right, it is an important day after all, it’s my birth, the one and only” he says with his signature smirk while braiding Momo’s hair “So thank you so much for remembering this important day for me” he continues and lean into your ear “And don’t worry, we can celebrate in a more proper way when the kids are asleep” he winks. Ran Haitani is still capable of making you blush even after 10 years of relationship and 2 children in your family, but the same goes for his wife “Is that so? Whisper me what you want to do my love” you say playing with him while the kids look clueless at your flirting behaviors, “What do you want me to whisper, my love?” he says with a grin while dangerously caressing your hip making you feel self aware of your horniness, “I’ll be more than happy to, you are very important to me, what do you want me to do, my love?” he continues while peppering kisses all over your face. “It’s your birthday my love, I want you to whisper me what you desire for today” you say with a smile while looking at him and then your kids, “Ah well if that’s the case, it would be my deepest wish if I could spend the day with you and the kids and just share our day as the family we are and continue enjoying our precious life together, my love” he confesses, still looking at your kids who turn to you, interrupting their game. “Would that be alright with you my love?” he finishes and then you look at him with a lot of love, “Nothing more? We will have some free time when the kids will be sleeping” you say hoping to cherish some intimacy between yourselves.

“Oh? Do you have something in mind, my love?” he asks excitedly to hear how much you need him, “Mmm my birthday boy deserves to feel good, do you wanna get laid?” you whisper trying not to let the kids hear, “Your wish is my command my love” Ran says like a devoted husband, getting close to kiss Ran feels the kids tugging at his pants, “How old are you daddy?” the kids ask curiously “Huuu ohh, I’m thirtyfive now, I’m getting old that’s for sure, but it’s a great excuse for a celebration and some cake on, right?” he asks, caressing their blond hair and you smile, taking the big cake out of the fridge “Wanna help daddy to blow the candles?” he asks and your daughter and son smile happily ready to help their daddy in the important task

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR RAN, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUU

Ren and Momo clap their chubby hands happily blowing the candles with Ran and you snap a photo, “Awww thanks babies” Ran says hugging the children who enjoy their father's affection. “So what did you gift me for the big day?” Ran asks turning to you and you offer him a big bouquet of flowers and the children give him a drawing, kissing their father’s cheeks, “You guys have always such thoughtful gifts for me, thanks I love them” he says hugging you and kissing his kids back.

“Ok so what’s the other gift?” he says with a teasing tone and soon you blush knowing he’s tempting you and you whisper “Well I thought I could give you some good sex daddy” you whisper and Ran smirks saying “Hmmmm, oh, how naughty, I look forward to tonight then”.

“Daddy, what’s sex? Why does mommy kiss you in the mouth?” Momo asks, you and Ran both choke on your wine and look shocked at your daughter, “Ha oh I see so we reached that age where the kids need to start understanding these types of things already?” Ran says with a little blush, “It seems like my little darlings may not be kids for so much longer, and that just means I need to have a few serious conversations, so, in that case, I will let you know all you need to know about these things”.

Momo and Ren eagerly nod to their father's reply and wait for an explanation, but you look shocked to your husband “They’re still in primary school are we sure about telling them?”

“Well it is an awkward conversation and maybe it’s not age-appropriate, but I think we can tell them the right informations in a gentle way” Ran says and you smile at him “It might be better for them if they know at least the basics rather than learning from questionable sources” you add and Ran smiles at your agreement, “PLEASE DADDY TELL US!” Momo and Ren ask and he smiles sitting with them on the sofa. 

“Alright then, I will do my best to explain to you without scaring you kids, it is a very delicate subject and I don’t want you to become frightened so I will take it nice and slow”. Momo and Ren nod again and sit each one on your laps “Ok so you know kids when two people love each other very much? They might express their love in different ways, by hugging, by kissing and holding hands, have you seen that with your mother and I?” he says with a smile while Momo hugs him and Ren listens attentively, “Those are great ways to show love but there are other ways too” “Like you know when two people get married because they love each other?” you say and Ren jumps and takes back a photo where you’re kissing each other at your weddings, “That’s right Ren!” you say taking the photo and showing it to Momo and Ran, making him smile “Well you see, when two people love each other very much, sometimes they want to express their love for each other in more adult ways” Ran continues while the kids tilt their head “Adult ways?” Momo asks curiously, “There are some things that kids shouldn’t know, so you have to be very careful with what you tell them about these things, these are things that you won’t know until you’re much older, and I hope that you please could keep it a secret until then, do you understand kids?” Ran says seriously hoping that Momo and Ren won’t keep questioning these things and not taint their innocent minds.

Momo and Ren look confused but surprised, “Can I read it on mommy encyclopedia, dad?” Ren asks taking a bite of cake, “Well hmm, you can read it, but remember it will help you only picturing it, it will be really different in real life” Ran says asking for your assistance, “I agree, mommy will explain to you when you will be in love for the first time Ren” you say ruffling your son’s hair. “Ok then if you say so love” Ran says taking your hand and giving you  pure smile, “Well then let’s just say that for now, this is a grown up things, for mommies and daddies, but just know, when the time comes, there might some things you could do to prevent any trouble, and there are always people you can talk to about it. When the time comes your mother and I will be there for you and explain to you, alright?”. 

Momo stares cutely at you and you can tell how much she’s happy to be sharing this moment with her beloved daddy and family, “Daddy does this mean you don’t love me and Ren as you do with mommy?” you giggle hugging her and her brother and soon Ran join “You two are my children, and I love you both so dearly, it’s just that, at the end of the day, what your mother and I share, is something special, and only for two of us. You kids may not understand yet, but one day you will, and that’s when you’ll know what true love can be like, my darlings”. “A different kind of love doesn’t mean that we don’t love you, of course being in love with each other it’s important but our love wouldn’t be so strong without you kids, in this sense the love we have for you it’s really important to grow that’s why you’re as much as important as your mother, and I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world” Ran says trying to make your children understand the importance of their existence and how his life wouldn’t be the same without them.

You nod a bit moved and self conscious about you and Ran and smile, “Thanks for loving us so dearly” you say kissing him making his birthday even more significant, “Your love and your happiness are my greatest priorities my love, so I will always do to make everything in my power to make you happy” the kids smile assisting to so much love from their parents, “Just know that you will always be my sunshine and you will always have a special place in my heart” he says to the kids and you engulfing you in a big hug.

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[megu-meow]

Whose fault is that?! - Gojo Satoru

Inspired by this post from @vagabond-umlaut. Thank you for allowing me to use your post as inspiration!

gojo x fem. reader

Arguing with Gojo is terrible. Your arguments last for days, because he can never take them seriously and makes you laugh, making you forget about why you were mad at him in the first place only to remind you a few days later by doing the same stupid shit.

The only instance that he took one of your fights seriously was when Geto started going berserk and Satoru didn't know how to deal with the situation at hand. He started drifting away from you unintentionally, slowly pushing you away. You confronted him about it after a while, asking him to change his behaviour, otherwise you would have no choice but to break up with him. He observed silently as tears were rolling down your cheeks, realising how much trouble he was in, how much you were hurting from his idiocy. That day, you saw a side of him you never knew existed, his cerulean eyes were glossing with tears, begging you to give him another chance to prove you how important you were for him, how much he loved and cherished you. He was more serious than ever, he never showed that level of earnestness in his entire life, not for the elders of his clan, not for the jujutsu higher-ups. You learned that day that he was right: there was no use in taking fights and arguments too seriously, at the end of the day you were partners for life and as long as your relationship was alright no issues mattered enough to be sour about them.

But this one's a big one.

"Satoru, I understand that you have to work a lot. I understand, when you don't come home for days, because you have paperwork to do. I asked you once to fucking show up, to have dinner with my parents. But no, you had to go watch Boss Baby 2 with Yuji Itadori for the 5th time this week, bailing on me and my parents. Do you have any idea how furious my dad was, Baka?"

In reality, Gojo did not go to the cinema to watch that stupid animated movie, he had to go to Kyoto to pick up the ring he ordered a while ago, he wanted to show it to your dad so that he could ask for his permission to marry you. He ran into some trouble on his way back to Tokyo, a special grade humanoid curse wreaking havoc in the train station in Roppongi, close to your favorite flower shop, one he visited to get a blatantly oversized bouquet of peonies. If the curse didn't show up, he would have made it to dinner in time, giving you the flowers he had irritably lost while fighting, with a kiss to your lips. He would have waited for you to excuse yourself from the table to go to the bathroom, he would have gotten the velvet box out of the pockets of his fancy slacks, showing the diamond that mimicked the color of his unique eyes to your father, asking for his approval. However, by the time he got to the restaurant you were already done with dinner and were on your way home. He did catch your parents though, they were waiting for their car, he did explain the situation to your dad, your mom's eyes were full of tears as they both hugged him, gladly accepting him into your family.

"We had to go watch it again baby 'cause Sukuna kept showing up, making Yuji miss some of the best parts." he said nonchalantly, trying to make you smile.

"I don't care, Gojo!" you said furiously, flabbergasted by the audacity of the man in front of you "I'm done. You know what?! I want a fucking divorce!"

By the time you finished your sentence you voice was laced with laughter, not taking the fight too seriously always helped, you knew he was planning to atone for his wrongdoing with your parents, making a reservation at the world's best restaurant's convenient Tokyo pop-up. However, you still wanted to make him understand how annoying it was, being ignored for 5 night in a row for the same dumb movie.

"BABY, WE'RE NOT EVEN MARRIED!" he shouted back, smiling widely. He knew the argument was over, you were joyous, your smile intoxicating. He enjoyed how lighthearted these moments were, nothing seemed to be complicated or exhausting when it came to you, one of the main reasons why he wanted to marry you.

"AND WHOSE FUCKING FAULT IS THAT, 'TORU?!"

"Oh, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into, my mochi." he says, trowing finger guns at you with a mischievous wink. He sprints out of the living room, taking long strides with his chicken legs. You observe him with confusion and you are urged to follow after him. "Stay exactly where you are!" he shouts from what you assume your bedroom and you can hear shuffling, the sound of his sock drawer opening with a screech, you can also hear glass breaking, he probably knocked over the vase sitting on top of his dresser. You look down the hallway leading to your shared bedroom and he appears at the end of it, his smile reaches his pretty eyes as he sprints back to you, but the floor is slippery and he falls, landing in front of you with one of his arms lifted towards the sky, a velvet box sitting on top of his palm. Your eyes widen at the sight of the white gold band with the blatantly oversized diamond attached to it. He was groaning under his nose, whining about hitting his elbow, but he shows no effort of getting up.

"YES, SATORU, YES!" You shout in excitement, he didn't pop the question, but you knew your answer without hesitation. He smiles widely, looking up to meet your eyes, but you land on top of him with a huff, linking your arms around his neck, leaving a million kisses on his face. The whole situation is comical, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He takes pride in how excited you are, how you're laughing and giggling in eagerness. You're his everything, the diamond ring is the reminder that you will be his everything forever.

"I love you." he says quietly, getting up from the floor with you hanging around his body like a koala.

"I love you too, Satoru!" you whisper back gently, leaving a soft kiss on the spot behind his ear, which causes a shiver going through his body.

"Do you love me enough to marry me, mochi?" he asks timidly, afraid from rejection. It doesn't make a lot of sense, he knows you would say yes, you basically did already, but he feels the need to ask and with the question comes the possibility for rejection.

"Of course, silly! I would marry you today if I could." you answer, shuffling his soft hair gently. "But you will have to ask for my dad's permission and I'm not sure he would grant it to you after the shit you pulled, baby."

"I'm way ahead of you, pretty. I asked him yesterday after dinner. He even said he was excited fro me to become part of your family."

"But you weren't at dinner yesterday, 'toru..." you look at him questioningly, remembering your fight from earlier. "You didn't actually go to the movies, did you?"

"No, I didn't." he smiles widely.

"Then where were you?"

"Picking up a diamond ring in Kyoto so that I could propose mid-fight to my crazy little girlfriend." he says nonchalantly.

You want to be mad at him for lying to you. You want to scold him, for being secretive and always doing this dumb stuff. But you love him for his idiotic behaviour. You love him for his shenanigans. You are reminded about all the silly shit he pulls as he carefully slips the ring on your finger, the glimmering diamond matching the glint of his pretty eyes. You forget about your argument, you forget about all the other fights, because with Satoru around everything seems to be a bit silly and crazy.

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[ohtobeleah]

MICKEY GARCIA + BREEDING KINK = 😈😈

We’ve all talked about Bradley Bradshaw with a breeding kink, and we’ve discussed the idea of Jake Seresin discovering it—but what about Mickey Garcia? 

Warnings: This is Strictly scandalous, Smut ahead.

Well, if you ask me. Personally I think it’s a kink discovered after the fact and I think that you and Fanboy would be absolutely feral about it. 

Mickey Garcia had always tried to do the right thing in his life, he takes care of his house, his picket fence, his children and his wife—but the way he’s looking at you while you’re laughing at something Phoenix had said he can’t help but want to devour you, stuff you full, and leave you carrying yet a third Garcia child. 

“Excuse me Nix, can I borrow my girl here for a minute?” Mickey is smiling as politely as he can, a gentleman at heart and around his friends. But behind closed doors as of late? He’d been a feral man on a mission to get you pregnant just one more time. 

“Mick—where are we—?” 

“Bathroom, now.” Mickey ushers you through the crowded Hard Deck, his children are with your mum for the night, giving you two so much needed adult time. “It’s six o’clock, your ovulation tracker says it peaks at six, so—bathroom. Now.” 

“Okay but we have to be quick.” Giddy as teenagers, Mickey led you to the bathrooms, passing past his friends as colleagues like he wasn’t about to try and impregnate you. You’d been trying for a third for a while now and for some reason things just weren’t coming around as easily as your first and second had. Both accidentally, both very much loved and cherished. 

“I can be quick.” Mickey smiled as he followed you into the female bathroom, thankfully, no one was present as you rushed to the nearest stall, locking the stall door before Mickey's lips were on yours in a fever dream rush. “Only need five minutes mama—“ Both working to undo and pull up articles of clothing that weren’t needed. 

“You been taking your preconception tablets baby?” It wasn’t the sexy talk that you and your husband had been used to before you were trying for a third, but as Mickey kissed you? He moaned into your mouth as he cupped your cheeks. 

“Oh so fucking many—“ Mickey knew his way around your body, pushing his jeans just down past his ass, enough to have his boxer briefs tugged down and heavy cock springing free. “I liked the gummy version better though, capsules suck ass.” The childishness of Mickey's response had you giggling into his neck as he worked to lift you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he pressed your back into the cubicle stall wall. “What about you?” 

“Every morning, every night.” You mumbled into your husband's mouth as he guided himself into you. Already slick and ready for him just from the anticipation and thought of making a baby at your favorite watering hole. 

“God that's so hot–” Mickey smiled as he sunk his teeth into your bottom lip. “So fucking hot mama.” 

It's fast and quick and it does the job. Mickeys fucking into you all the while he cups a hand over your mouth to soften the sounds of your moans that were echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. He feels so good inside you but again, he was your husband after all. 

“Mick, Baby, faster–” Your panting against his palm as Mickey bucks his hips against you a little faster, hitting that spot he knows you like over and over as his balls slap against the curvature of your ass. “Want you to make me a mama again.” 

“Gonna flood you baby.” Mickey was quick to respond as he groaned against your neck, sucking against the pulse point he knows you love. “Love seeing you all full of my cum.” 

The two of you had a job to do, so when Mickey was feeling your walls begin to tighten around him, those velvet walls that sucked him in and milked him dry? He knew he was a goner. 

“Arruggh, Baby–baby, I’m close so fucking close.” There is a momentary lapse in judgment where Mickey forgets you’re both in the stall of the female bathroom at the back of the Hard Deck. he isn't concerned about the volume of his cries. “Holy shit—gonna cum all up in this pretty pussy of yours love.”

“Shit shit shit shit–” It was as if hearing the term of endearment that your husband chose to call you on a regular basis sent you into the stratosphere. Pushing yourself off the wall and stunballing back so Mickey could sit on the close toilet seat. “I’m there, I’m so fucking there baby!” Bouncing in your husband's lap as his length throbbed inside you, you reached between the two of you as Mickey's hands worked to guide your hips. “FUCK!” Playing with yourself with two delicate digits, Mickey glanced down to watch you as your mouth opened and eyes rolled, your head fell back as a mantra of sighs and pleas and his name in toe escaped. “Mickey! Ahh baby fuck, yesss—-auurrgghh–” That was all Mickey needed to hear as he fucked himself into you, he could feel his orgasm pooling at the base of his shift as he spilled and spilled. 

“Ahhhhhh–” Mickey hissed as he clenched his jaw, his fingertips digging into your hips as he came deep inside you. “Fuck mama, if this doesnt take im getting checked.” He sighed as you leaned forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder. Kissing at his earlobe. “Can't wait to see you all swollen and waddling around again.” 

“You have a breeding kink for sure, Fanboy.” You taunted as you sat up, Mickey still buried to the hilt inside you, working to plug his load. “I have a good feeling about this one.” 

“If not we can just keep trying.” Mickey cooed, leaning in to kiss your sweet lips as his hands held you tight at your hips. Still straddling his waist on top of the closed toilet seat. “But yes, love breeding you, baby. You're just so pretty when you're pregnant.” 

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Strictly Scandalous Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

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[konigs-whore]

𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖-Soap Mactavish

‼️MW3 spoilers, Mentions of death, depressive themes, mentions of loss. ‼️

A/N: I’m trying to improve my writing but no matter how many times I re-write it, I still hate it.

Also, this is inspired by my random sadness.

NOT proofread, so excuse the spelling mistakes.

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numbness fills me as I gaze upon the scene before me. My mind remains frozen, unable to comprehend the reality of it all. Emotions wash over me in waves - detachment, anger, sorrow, and guilt.

As I tentatively approach, outstretching my hand, I am struck with the realization that this is not a dream. Before me lies everything - my entire world and heart - motionless on a bed. A white sheet conceals all but your precious face, the same face I would spend hours admiring.

As I stand next to your bed, my hand trembling as it reaches for the sheet and then yours. A lump forms in my throat as our hands make contact, and a choked sob escapes my lips. Your once warm hands, now cold and lifeless, remain firm in my grasp. The comforting warmth that I cherished is now absent, lost in a place that I cannot reach.

"My love, what have you done?" I whisper. Crouching down beside your bed, placing my head on our connected hands.

Why'd you leave me behind? what happened to growing old with me.

"Forever you said-" my voice cracks, Throat burning with emotion. " I thought we had the time, had our lives.".

Waves of anguish wrack my body, releasing uncontrollable sobs. My tears cascade upon my wedding ring, tracing a path down our interlocked fingers. 

The recollections of our moments together gently stream through the path of my tears. From our initial encounter, to the moment you presented the ring, how you stumbled into the fountain while kneeling down on one knee. How we swam through the water to retrieve the ring, laughing together. All the beautiful smiles exchanged and the dreams we shared of starting a family.

I really wish, we could've had one together.

Despite my best efforts, I cannot hide my sadness as it seeps out in a bitter smile. With a heavy heart, I release our clasped hands and plant a final kiss upon your cold knuckles.

“It’s difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don’t have to imagine it... I just have to live it”

As I gently tuck the sheet back over your hand, I run my fingers through your hair, cherishing the last moments I have with you. A melancholy smile graces my lips as I trace the rough stubble on your face, lost in bittersweet memories.

With a devilish grin, you drop onto the sofa beside me. "I believe I'll keep this look. It adds an air of sophistication and fatherhood," you announce, holding yourself proudly. I chuckle and tousle your hair. "Whatever pleases you, my dear. You are handsome either way."

A deep pain tears through my heart, as I come to terms with the fact that you will never get to experience the joys of fatherhood. Our hopes and aspirations were extinguished the day you departed from this world, taking a piece of my heart along with you.

I just want to hear you say, baby let’s go home. 

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It has been several months since your funeral. A number of individuals have come by to inquire about my well-being. Your former team make frequent visits, particularly Simon. He often stays the night, staying up late with me and reminiscing about our experiences with you, ensuring that your memory remains alive in our hearts.

As I lay awake, my mind wanders to memories of our wedding day. The sun was shining, casting a warm glow over the serene outdoor setting. You looked dashing in your tuxedo, and I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world.  Becoming Mrs. Mactavish.

I wish I could turn back time and hold you tight, tell you how much you meant to me. But life doesn't work that way, and all I have now are memories. 

“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”

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[acesofspadess]

Family Values

a/n: Louis and Harry are baby girl in this

summary: what happens when your family questions your love

It all started in 2011….

“Lou this is about to be the biggest project we’ve worked on.”

You were a family friend of Lou’s and even though she was almost 11 years older than you, you were like sisters and both pursued your careers in hair styling.

“I know but we can’t let them know that. Just act like they are the least of our problems.”

The two girls heard crashing footsteps and the door bursting open. “Are we in the right place?” the first boy asked. “Where supposed to be getting our hair done.”

“Yeah you're in the right place. Come sit.”

“I'm Harry and this Louis.”

“Y/N.”

Through the following years you grew close to all of the boys, but especially Harry and Louis and everyone saw it. It was never spoken upon, just glances between the three of you never going unnoticed. It wasn't until the band went on ‘break’ did conversations start to arise.

“Do you want us the way we want you?”

You knew the ‘larry’ subject was a sensitive topic, purely because management wouldn't allow it. You never understood how they could try and prevent these two wonderful souls from loving who they wanted. 

“We can’t make anything official yet, but I promise, when the time is right.”

Now 5 years after the break, you Louis and Harry were in a committed relationship. You were all doing your own things as of right now. Harry had just started his second tour and Louis was a year into his tour. You were now a designer for Dior.  Before you went official, you would head back home for the holidays to see everyone in your family, reunite and be a ‘proper’ family. But now, it was like walking on eggshells. It wasn't that your family didn't ‘like’ the boys per say. It was the simple fact that there were two of them. You were immune to the questioning glances when one of you would give another or both a kiss, but this Christmas was a whole different story.

You were all sitting around in the large living area of your parents house. The fire was crackling and snow was falling outside, it was the perfect picturesque christmas, until your mother decided to speak up. “You know I used to not understand why you had to pick two boys, but I guess it's so that you can have more children. Maybe they'll have some more common sense, At least you picked two successful boys.'' She laughed quietly at her ‘joke’ and while the majority of your family snickered with her, you, Louis, Harry, and Lou whose family was also there, weren't. “Excuse me, what did you say!?” you were pretty level headed, never one snap when someone attacked you, you simply shrugged it off or spoke to them calmly so as to not escalate the situation anymore.

But this outburst made every mouth close, you were sure you could hear a pin drop. “For one, they have names, Harry and Louis, so stop pretending like you don’t know them. I truly can't believe you, say all you want about me, but keep them out of your mouth. They are nothing but kind to you, they bring you flowers and gifts every time they come, or when Lou and I visit when they can't. What is truly so different in our relationship than you and Pa's? What if there's an extra person? We love each other, just like you and dad. We cherish, and adore, and respect, and make each other the best versions of ourselves, just like you and dad.” you weren't crying. You thought that if this day ever came you would. But you all saw it coming. You had told the boys every time you visited they didn't have to come because something always happened. But they persisted.

“Seriously, y/n. You couldn't have just picked one, the one without the kid.” any hint of the Y/N they knew before was gone, all you saw was red looking at your father. “I cannot believe you just said that. Louis is the best father I know. Way better than you. I don't know what is going through your sick and twisted minds, but we won't be around to find out. We have been nothing but kind and understanding of the difference of our relationship and how it might affect others, but - god- i cannot believe this is what it turned out to be.”

You worked your way out the living area and towards the front where everyone's bags were, wondering why Harry, Louis, and Lou were still in there.

Both boys stood up after you stormed out the room and decided now was the best time to speak. “You may not like our relationship with your daughter, or niece, or cousin, whoever she is to you; but that should never get in the way of your relationship with her.” Harry spoke as he grabbed Louis' shaky hand. “We ask her to come, to try and show you that we can become a family. Never again try to contact her, or any of us. And never again, do I want to hear you say anything about Louis and his fatherhood.” He knew if he said more he would never stop. He looked at Lou who seemed ready to go and walked out to where he knew you would be.

The drive to the hotel after dropping Lou off was quiet, as was the journey up to the room. It was only when they were in the confines of the hotel room did you start to cry. Two warm bodies caught you as you sank to the floor. “I'm sorry,” you repeated over and over again. You wished you could wash away the words your parents spoke to them. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” Louis kissed the top of your head to seal in his words. “Their actions and words do not define you. We love you.” Harry knew exactly what you were thinking. Louis' phone started ringing and when he checked it, it was Liam. They had given Freddy to Liam while they were away as his mom was no longer in the picture.

“I'll call him back later, it's okay.” but you shook your head and wiped your tears. “Answer. It might be Freddy.'' When he clicked accept on the facetime call you saw Freddy closest to the screen and Liam and his son, Bear, behind him. “Hi lad.” The instant joy that was in his voice as he saw his son made you smile and you and Harry quickly moved into frame. “ hi love.” you smiled and waved watching freddy almost drop the phone but Liam catching it. “Who is that Freddy? Say hi.”

“Hi mumma.”

And it seemed everyone froze. You watched Liam do a double take, Harry's arm squeezing your waist a little tighter, and Louis, who had tears in his eyes. The three of you had always talked about what you and Harry would be to Freddy as your relationship blossomed around the time he was born. Freddy had already been calling Harry, Papa H or H, which he had you to blame for calling him that one time as a joke. But he had never said anything about you. 

You all figured it was because he did have his mom until he no longer needed her and she left the picture. You came to realize that Freddys brain was now recognizing you as mom because you were a constant in his life. Or he was just confused.

“Hi Freddy. What are you doing?” you moved on as if nothing happened simply taking it as a slip up. “We're drawing.” His mixed accent of Louis and you and Harry made you smile. “What are you drawing lad?” It was Harry's turn to get over his initial shock. You watched as Liam told Freddy to get his drawing as he looked at the camera with a look you all picked up on as ‘what the fuck?’ Freddy came back into frame with his picture.

He started pointing out who was who and when he got to the brown skinned stick figure (which made you chuckle) he said it again. “And that mumma.” This time everyone knew it wasn't an accident. “That's your mum lad?” Liam asked, still seeing you three in shock. “Yeah, that's Y/N. She's mummy cause I love her and she loves me.” you practically melted and smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.

When the call ended you made Harry and Louis pack their stuff as you wanted to go home and cuddle with your family. And that you did. When Liam opened his door a day later Freddy came running into your arms.

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[4townlove]

4⭐Town Daydream: Before The Show

(remember, with 4Town Daydreams, you can apply them to whichever member is your favourite)

with only 10 minutes before the start of the concert, he grabs your hand and rushes you back into their greenroom after the other guys have left to do their final checks.

you can already hear the crowd screaming and the pre-show music thumping through the floor and the walls, but his eyes are on you and only you. his hands are quickly at your waist once the door is shut, his hot breath burning against your neck as he walks you back to the vanities.

"d-dont you have to- baby, the guys will be waiti-" you try to explain but then his lips close around your own, and the kiss that follows consumed any conscious thought about to leave your lips.

skin warming and tingling as he lifts you up to sit on the edge of the vanity, standing closer between your legs, he hums as he braces one hand against the mirror behind you and grasps your waist tighter with the other. your fingers slide up his neck and push into his hair as you shiver at his touch, all the sound outside the greenroom muffling until only your heartbeat drums in your ears.

in the gasp of breath you both take after a long, long, while, your eyes dart around his face, to his glossed lips, then back up again, catching his gaze dilating at the sight of you.

"......i just..." he exhales, leaning in to press his face into your neck, ignoring the knocking of his manager on the other side of the door. "I'm sorry, i..."

"don't apologise." you whisper, smiling a blush, stroking the side of his neck as his arms wrap around you. you hug him back and melt into his embrace, cherishing these last few seconds before he's lost to the lights and music for 3 hours. "I'll miss you too."

"i love you" he mutters into your skin, and before you can return the sentiment, the greenroom door finally unlocks and opens.

"Finally! Where have you been?!?! We only have one minute until-" his manager begins to grumble, only to see you both and quickly catch his tongue. "O-oh uh... ahem... excuse me, sorry to interrupt, I just-"

"It's ok." he answers, and you feel his smile rise against the side of your neck before he pulls away, half turning to the suit now fidgetting with his clipboard by the door, one hand resting still on your waist. "I'll be right out."

"Alright." the manager says and darts out of the room as fast as he entered.

you giggle, and blush again when he looks back to you. unable to resist the rush of all the adoration inside you for him, you close the gap and kiss him once more. "go kill it out there, baby."

he kisses you back before replying, "I will, I promise. But... know that every song I sing up there... is for you. Every single one..." and with one more squeeze of his hand, he winks then jogs out of the greenroom towards the grumbling shouts of the other members.

you body is still warm with the memory of his arms as you slowly amble towards the wings of the stage, jumping slightly as the crowd erupts as they make their entrance, and watching him up there in the spotlight, his smile as bright as they shine around him, his gaze drifting to where you are in the wings every chance he gets, you can't believe how lucky you are and how real you know his love for you and only you truly is.

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[sotwk]

hi!! i love reading your posts and i love your oc of thranduil others sons! i sent this before but i don’t know if it sent correctly, but do you think thranduil would have been different if he had daughters? and would he have been more overprotective of his daughter than his sons? (im sorry if this isn’t clear my english is very bad) again i love your fanfictions so much

Hello my Anon friend! <3 I am answering this Ask quickly, because you did ask me this previously and I'm sorry it has taken me a while to respond. (I have a growing backlog of unanswered Asks--eep! Working on it!)

Most writers who decide to give Thranduil additional children opt to give him at least one daughter. To be honest, I don't have a very good excuse for deciding to give him only sons. (I myself have 2 sons and no daughters, so maybe I was being prophetic? LOL.)

I personally don't believe Thranduil would be necessarily more protective of daughters than sons. Regardless of gender, he has a unique affection for each member of his family, cherishing and bonding with each one according to their individual qualities. He will be more protective of whoever is in greater need of protecting.

Being a Protector is perhaps the most prominent aspect of Thranduil's character, and this extends to everyone and everything he views as under his care. His family, his people, his kingdom, his forest. (ex. He threw Thorin and Company behind bars for potentially endangering his citizens!)

But how would Thranduil treat his daughters, if he had them?

Although he has no daughters in the SotWK AU, you can deduce how he would treat them in the way he absolutely treasures his female relations: his wife (Queen Maereth), his daughter-in-law (my OC, Crown Princess Itarildë, Prince Mirion's wife), and granddaughter (my OC, Princess Anariel, Mirion's daughter). Here are examples from the SotWK AU:

Thranduil was willing to give up his birthright for Maereth. He defied his father and the lords of Greenwood to make her his Queen. He does not hide her Feanorean lineage, and values the inclusion of her Noldorin culture in his household. He calls her by Quenyan endearments, and their sons call her "Ammë" (Quenya), instead of "Naneth" (Sindarin).

Itarildë is a warrior descended from great warriors, and Thranduil views her as equal to his sons. He welcomes her participation in battle alongside him and the princes, showing great respect for her skills. He also risked political strife by allowing Mirion to wed yet another Noldor.

His granddaughter Anariel is his "baby" (even when she is fully grown) and has the least amount of fighting ability in their family, so Thranduil constantly worries for her safety. However, he still permits her to travel outside of Mirkwood during the "dark days", and does not try to curtail her freedoms. (He is actually more protective of her brother, Crown Prince Aranion, since he is the heir to the throne!)

Basically, I would like for any readers/followers of the SotWK AU to know and understand that Thranduil would be the best father-in-law ever to anyone who wins the hand and heart of any of his sons. Just in case you needed extra incentive to love a Thranduilion Prince. ;)

Looking forward to showcasing this some fics soon!

Thank you for the question Anon, and for your lovely words of support! <3

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[lightlycareless]

How are the l/n siblings and their dad going to react if (IF) y/n will have a baby (or more 😶) with naoya

With the current events, everyone will go crazier if they get to hear that Naoya and Y/N are expecting, or have a kid already—but we already knew that didn’t we? The good stuff is how they would react during better terms 😏

I think Y/N would keep the fact that she and Naoya want to have a baby in the beginning, Ren being the first one you’d tell.

You’d ask him to meet up in a café, with the excuse of just wanting to catch up, apparently nothing else—and then, you'd drop the bomb on him.

“There’s something I want to tell you” you begin, and your brother immediately tenses up. Nobody likes to be confronted like that, so anxiety is quick to shoot to the sky.

“Sure… what’s up?” He asks hesitantly, it’s not like he wanted to know but… well, he had to do it.

And the way he sees you falter for a second just makes him worry even more, like, does he need to beat up someone?? Are you dying??? Or worse, does it have to do with Naoya??

Yep, that's exactly it, but I don't think any kind of anticipation would have prepared him for what your about to say.

"Naoya and I are trying for a baby"

Ren would be the kind of person to snort out whatever he was drinking due to the shock of your statement.

He doesn't know what to say, but thankfully your excitement for having a family with the man you love is too big to notice anything else.

"That's wonderful" is what he settles for eventually, and while he was 100% shocked at the beginning, he'll slowly grow more supportive of you, and who knows… maybe he'll convince his gf to start a family too :) the idea of raising his kid alongside yours, having birthday parties together, going to the park and whatnot, is super cute to him.

Hinata, on the other hand, will resent you not because you're trying to have a family with one of the people she only tolerates for your sake, but rather, because you gave her a mental image she didn't want to have 😭😭

What I mean is that she's the kind of person that would look weird at a teacher after they announce they're pregnant. She'd be like "oh my god… they did that" and it's exactly the same with you.

More so if you're like "we're trying really hard "

She's going to deny it, but everyone knows Hinata is a huuuuuuge pervert when it comes to those things, and whenever she sees the two together, she'll only think about how you're "trying so hard" to have a baby.

Nonetheless she'll be very supportive, and can't wait to be the cool aunt :) Hinata and Ren will compete for your kid's attention.

Lastly, but not least… your dad. Eiichi is going to have the toughest time mainly because he cannot accept you're growing up. I mean, just a few weeks ago you were still going to middle school… right?? Right????

When did you grow so big???? You're married now???. And having a family too?!

But at the end of the day, he'll be very happy for you, because let's say he wasn't particularly fond of bringing Naoya into the mix… but after getting to know him a bit better, seeing how he treats you, and hearing of your decision to have a family with him, all reassures him he's a good partner and soon, a good father.

The only thing that saddens him is that his wife, your mom, won't be there to see it… but he'll be sure to make up for it by spoiling his grandchild twice as necessary. That kid is going to be the most loved, spoiled, cherished, adored child in the whole world, and it makes you super happy that after everything, you're finally able to have a happy family :)

This was very sweet anon, I have hope for the future 🥺❤️ and you got me right in my baby fever eraaaaaaaa prepare to get more stuff like this 😈

Thank you so much for sending in an ask!! Take care and hope to see you soon ❤️

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