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avatar-anna · 23 hours

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would you ever write about harry and y/n finding out that they’re pregnant again with charlie 🥺

yes!

(for context: in a recent oneshot in this universe, it is revealed that harry and reader have a seventh and final child when they're in their thirties)

It would definitely be that cliche of Y/n and Harry going to some red carpet event, and Harry sees Y/n all dressed up and is just like...

"Fuck, Mama, must be the luckiest man in the world."

Y/n blushed and looked down at the gown she and Harry Lambert picked out some time ago. Being a mother of six, she didn't dress up much, but when she did, she tended to go all out. Perhaps part of her wanted to relive all the proms, homecomings, and formals she never got to go to, but she appreciated the art in a beautiful garment too.

The one she wore now fit her like a glove, the lace, almost handkerchief-like bodice draping over her shoulders beautifully, and the rest of the black-as-night velvet hugging her hips perfectly.

Harry was never one to shy away from paying his wife compliments, but each time he did, she felt it right down to her core. Every sweep of his gaze over her body, every earnest word, every searing touch, it all lit her up from the inside out.

This time was no different, so when Harry tried to unzip Y/n from her dress, she didn't notice at first, too caught up in his touch. Once she did, she tried to make lame attempts to ward him off to at least claim that she tried later on.

It was safe to say they were on each other all night. Whenever he could, Harry pulled Y/n away, desperate to get his mouth on her. It was no easy feat with the considerable length of the dress, but he never seemed to care or mind. All night, they whispered back and forth to each other, toying with jacket lapels and bare arms.

"You need me again, Mama?"

"Where's the zipper on this thing?"

"Quickly, while no one's looking."

"Keep your hands away from my tits, H."

"Don't act like you don't love it."

All night they went back and forth. Teasing and giving into each other and sharing stolen kisses when the cameras weren't pointed in their direction—though the next morning they found out they weren't as discreet as they originally thought, with photos of them in the background kissing and Harry's hands all over Y/n cropping up online.

At some point during the night, a friend even asked where Harry and his wife kept disappearing to, another if that was a hickey on his neck, and both of them stumbled through a lie as they blushed furiously.

So it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Y/n's period was late, but it does. She thought she had put her pregnancy days behind her, so she went to the doctor thinking she had some kind of stomach bug, only to find out that she was pregnant. Y/n wasn't upset by the news, just caught off guard, though she couldn't help but daydream about having a little baby in the house again now that her other babies were growing up.

Harry found out on accident. Y/n missed a phone call from the doctor's office, and they called Harry's number, which was also listed in her information. Thinking someone got hurt, Harry picked up in a panic, only to hear, "Hi there, Mr. Styles! We're trying to get a hold of your wife to reschedule her ultrasound. Will the following week work?"

Harry answered in a daze, agreeing to an appointment time and date without really listening. Part of him knew he should be excited, but all he could think about was why Y/n hadn'told him yet.

"Anything you wanna tell me?" he asked later that night. They were both watching TV, a show they'd been watching every night before bed the last few weeks. He'd been itching to get Y/n alone all day so he could finally ask what the phone call, and after picking up and dropping off at friends' houses and volleyball practice and study groups and one big family dinner, now was finally his chance.

Y/n hadn't caught on yet, so she just shrugged. "Collette is convinced she's going to Paris Fashion Week by herself, and I don't have the heart to tell her she's not going without one of us."

This was news to Harry, but he tabled that conversation for later. "I got a call from the OBGYN's office. They asked to reschedule your ultrasound."

Harry could feel Y/n stiffen beneath him as she sighed deeply. Before she could say anything, though, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to," she promised, kissing away the furrow in her husband's brow. "I wanted to tell you and the kids at the same time. And you know how hard it is to wrangle everyone up. Maeve wasn't even at dinner tonight."

"Oh." Harry had spun a number of different answers Y/n might've come up with, but that hadn't been one of them. "Do you...want to keep it?"

Y/n could tell Harry was asking for her sake, not his. He'd been dying for another baby for years, slowly giving up hope every time she turned him down. Now that they faced the prospect of actually having another baby, though, he didn't want her to feel pressured. He never had, but he wanted to make extra sure.

"Honestly? Yeah, I do," Y/n said, resting her and Harry's hands over her belly. "I'm just...kind of shocked."

"Really?" Harry asked. Now that he'd had time to think about it, about which night in question could've been the one, he wasn't that surprised at all.

"Yeah, I—I guess I thought that part of my life was over. But... I'm glad it isn't. I'm excited about this."

"Me too."

Y/n gave him an amused look as if to say, you finally got your wish. But all she said was, "You just like that I get super horny when I'm pregnant."

Harry gasped dramatically, which made Y/n toss her head back and laugh. "That is not even remotely true. Maybe. Sort of. It's perhaps in the top ten things I'm excited for, but not the first."

"You're ridiculous," Y/n said, shaking her head at her husband. "And I love you."

"I love you too." Harry leaned in to kiss Y/n, the feel of his lips on hers more familiar than anything else in the world. He knew every part of her, every inch of her body and soul, and she knew his. It was comforting, it was home.

"Any chance those hormones have kicked in yet?" Harry murmured jokingly as he kissed her neck.

Y/n held her husband by the back of his hair so she could look him in the eye. "Absolutely not. I love you, and I love the twins, but we're not doing that again."

"What? Come on! We're way past that window," Harry reasoned. "And the doctor said it was rare."

"Yeah, so is getting pregnant at my age, but here we are."

"At your age?" Harry asked incredulously, looking down at Y/n through heavy lidded eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were lit as she watched him, the way they always were when they joked around. He was pretty sure no one amused her more than he did, and that was saying something considering the collective craziness their children engaged in regularly. "You're just winding me up, aren't you? You want me to remind you how young and fun we are."

"I don't know if that's—Harry!"

"Shh!" Harry said as a laugh bubbled out of Y/n as he yanked her down until she was lying flat on the bed, her arms pinned high above her. "Do you want them to hear you, Mama?"

That sobered her up a little, her laughter subsiding. Then, she smiled up at him, her hand reaching up to cup Harry's cheek. "We're having a baby."

Harry's grin was immediate, excitement filling his whole body from those four words alone. "We're having a baby."

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yoonbroom · 9 months

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SEVENTEEN FIC RECS

a list of seventeen fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 also if there wasn't a summary on the fic I just included a little paragraph or the request! now onto the recs ↓

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

HELLO TUTORIAL - @97-liners

oneshot, fluff, college au, frat au

it’s your final year of college, and you’ve been elected president of your sorority. this is all great and fine, but as the semester goes on, you find yourself having repeated run-ins with the president of the fraternity next door in a series of unfortunate coincidences (that might not actually be coincidences, as you come to discover). or: in which you’re trying to deal with your crush on seungcheol in a normal way, but the meddling kids are making it harder than it needs to be.

FRACTURED PARENTING, PT.2 - @berriesandjunnie

oneshot angst, fluff, idol au, separated parents au, enemies to lovers

parenting can be an emotional rollercoaster when you’re far from divorced and the flames are far from dying.

YOON JEONGHAN

UNTITLED - @userjuyo

drabble, fluff, est relationship

"i just know than jeonghan would tease his s/o a lot, but whenever they went “hannie :(“ he would literally MELT like he’d just be like “okay sweetheart i’m sorry 🥺” and the members would be like ????? BC HE WON’T LET THEM LIVE but it’s his baby so <;3"

UNTITLED - @wqnwoos

drabble, fluff, est relationship

“what if crabs think that fish can fly?” your question is whispered into the darkness of your bedroom — you gazing at the ceiling thoughtfully, while jeonghan curls up beside you.

OF RAINY NIGHTS AND ROSES - @chenfleur

oneshot, angst, fluff, idol au, est relationship

In the heat of the moment, Jeonghan grows careless with his words. Now, he has to bear the weight of saying things he didn't mean.

DAISIES - @viastro

oneshot, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers

the best type of revenge is to hurt the person that means the most to them. aka, in which jeonghan is in charge of making you fall in love with him, just to break your heart.

JOSHUA HONG

BEST FRIENDS BROTHER - @chocosvt

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, best friends brother

joshua happens to be your best friend’s older brother. he’s pretty, and he’s got a lot of cool details about him that you pay a concerning amount of attention to, but he’s just a friend (if you could even call it that). still, what does he think of you, anyway? that is—if he thinks of you.

IT TAKES TWO - @/berriesandjunnie

oneshot, fluff, idol au, parent au, est relationship

a family is a little scary when your partner has over millions of fans.

UNTITLED - @/wqnwoos

drabble, fluff, est relationship

"it feels like the sky has only just welcomed the sun when joshua tries to get up to leave."

WEN JUNHUI

HEAVEN COULDN'T WAIT FOR YOU - @/berriesandjunnie

oneshot, angst, idol au

i just couldn’t stand to see you leaving but heaven couldn’t wait for you.

HAPPY ENDING - @junkissed

one shot, angst, fluff, marriage, est relationship

a pointless argument escalates until both of you need some space, but it couldn't come at a worse time.

KWON SOONYOUNG

LET ME TRY AGAIN - @papermatisse

oneshot, angst, fluff, exes to lovers, parent au

Soonyoung had never wanted to live a restrained capitalistic life, forced to work a tiresome 9 to 5, paying taxes until the day he dies. Though in exchange to pursue the other option, that being devotion to a career, he had to pay an unfathomably large price—he had to abandon everything and everyone he's ever loved. can he fit himself back into his former life? one that's changed more than he can possibly imagine? could the ones he loved forgive him for his wrongdoings? could he get the second chance he wants so desperately?

(UN)TRADITIONAL - @neonun-au

oneshot, fluff, wedding au, est relationship

"The digital clock on the hotel night stand flashes the next minute as it passes. A re-run of Law & Order: SVU drones on in the background as you sit at the edge of the bed, staring sleeplessly at your wedding dress hanging on the back of the closet door. "

VOWELS AND VERACITY - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, teacher au, single parent

after a blind date that makes you feel like a giddy teenager all over again, you’re forced to grow up and take a chance when you realize that special someone is your daughter’s kindergarten teacher.

BE SWEET - @heartkyeom

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, royalty, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers

“Why are you here?” Your tone is resolute, not allowing for even an inch of resistance. “That’s what we need to talk about. We’re getting married,” He lifts the corner of his mouth. You let out a laugh that is nowhere near polite, in fact, you’re nearly cackling at the prospect of this idea. It’s simply so outlandish, so fantastical that every time you look at his face it seems more unfathomable.

JEON WONWOO

FOR THE BOOKS - @trblsvt

oneshot, fluff, teacher au, est relationship

wonwoo's students seemed intent on matching him up with a fellow teacher. he didn't really want to stop them, it was too funny for him to break up their fun. plus, he didn't mind the certain someone he was being "set up" with.

HOW TO FALL - @because-of-a-friend

oneshot, fluff, angst, idol au

"hi!! <3 i love ur acc and i was wondering if you'd be able to write an imagine where you're besties with joshua and he invites you to meet the rest of seventeen for the first time and you instantly fall for wonwoo? maybe some angst but overall fluff? thank you!! no rush!! i love your work!!!"

UNTITLED - @/97-liners

oneshot, fluff, royalty au, friends to lovers, childhood friends

"a royalty au where you’re the heir to the throne and wonwoo is your shy (and lowkey bumbling) royal advisor…. he’s smart and always has his head stuck in a book but he’s also painfully awkward and clueless to how deeply in love with him you are. until your parents decide it’s time for you to get married. and suddenly you’re inundated by suitor after suitor, and wonwoo is quizzing them on their credentials and doubting their suitability for you, this one makes brash political decisions, this one spends too freely, this one has no tact for diplomacy. until one day, you turn to him and ask, “you’ve hated every single one of them. who, then, do you think i should marry?” and wonwoo blushes red and presses his lips together."

SCANDAL, PT.2, PT.3, PT.4- @fantasyescapes17

series, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, regency au

this is part of an extensive series that includes other members! you can check it out ⤳ here

The Viscount's sister with an enormous dowry, beauty and unmistakable talent- you began the London season as the most desired woman in any room. But Jeon Wonwoo (a man who would rather hide in the library than dance at a ball) is beyond your comprehension. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it embroiled you into a scandal with a man you could never love.

MEET CUTE OF THE CENTURY - @lovelyhan

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

the last thing you expected when you volunteered at your city’s local animal shelter is to meet the hottest cat person in the world. now if only he’d just adopt one of them so you’d stop ogling him every time he drops by.

MARRIAGE - @yikesmary

drabble, fluff, parent au, est relationship

where wonwoo’s nightmare is coming true.

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE - @/yikesmary

oneshot, fluff, parent au, est relationship

where you and nari try to make breakfast and a cake before wonwoo wakes up… if only your daughter knew what the word “surprise” meant.

LEE JIHOON

GUITAR STRING - @leejungchans

oneshot, fluff, angst, royalty au

"“Take me away.” Jihoon’s elegant fingers, previously plucking at his guitar strings, freeze at your words. The soothing, lullaby-like chords he had been playing echo into the inky darkness, carried away by the chilly night breeze."

WE'LL BE OK - @atinykidult

drabble, angst, fluff, idol au, est relationship

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you” for hurt!Jihoon

LIVE - @wondernus

oneshot, fluff, idol au, est relationship

having just finished composing a song a few hours ago, jihoon starts a live on his phone to sing to those who are feeling a little lonely at night. little does he know, your sleeping figure could be seen in the corner of his little livestream, causing his fans to go crazy.

MWHA - @cheolism

oneshot, fluff, est relationship

three times you said "mwah" at the end of a kiss and one time jihoon said it back

IM DATING WOOZI - @jihoonotes

oneshot, fluff, smau, est relationship, idol au

y/n is in a public relationship w/ woozi of SVTZ and decides to make a twitter acc to support jihoon, but SVTZ fans seem to think they're delusional.

JIHOON'S PUPPY - @rubyreduji

oneshot, angst, fluff, college au

jihoon can’t seem to shake the puppy dog who keeps following him around or the teasing he gets for it

HEARTSTRINGS - @wavelikewhat

oneshot, fluff, strangers to lovers, idol au

You help Jihoon meet an unexpected deadline for a song and he wonders why he can’t stop thinking about you. Luckily his members nudge him toward the answer.

LEE SEOKMIN

WARM ME UP ! - @ponkwan

drabble, fluff, est relationship

the one where you’re on your third date with seokmin.

KIM MNGYU

HOT OR COLD? - @jjuniehao

oneshot, fluff, est relationship

when looking for something on his phone, you find an email you didn’t expect…

BOYFRIEND PHOTOS - @babyleostuff

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

a sunny date spent with your precious boyfriend

XU MINGHAO

THE LETTER - @toruro

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, brothers best friend, childhood friends to lovers, idol au

in which you’re jun's little sister and have been pining for a man so close yet so out of reach for ages. now, years later, when you see minghao all grown up, famous, and still making your heart flutter, you're not so sure what to do about your not-so-little crush.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

A BEAUTIFUL LIFE - @sungbeam

oneshot, fluff, childhood friends, est relationship

Boo Seungkwan asked you to marry him beneath the shade of an orange tree.

CHWE VERNON

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE - @suhnshinehaos

series, fluff, angst, childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, smau

the one where you get into an arranged marriage with your childhood best friend vernon, but neither of you seem to mind that much

UNTITLED - @/wqnwoos

drabble, fluff, est relationship, idol au

“vernon, we need to talk.”

OR, WOULD YOU RATHER IT BE ME? - @thepixelelf

oneshot, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, college au, soulmate au

A detested soulmark, a friendship over a decade in the making, and an unexpected proposal from one friend to another… what could possibly go wrong?

LEE CHAN

SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE - @/berriesandjunnie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, parent au, idol au

no matter what stage in life you’re at, or after all these years, you can count on his hyungs to still treat him the same.

08:23 AM - @wheeboo

drabble, fluff, est relationship, idol au

in which chan is late to dance practice.

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thebearer · 7 months

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lip gallagher with baby mia when one of the boys accidentally hurts her while they’re playing🥺

"How long you think they'll stay out there?" Lip rasped, hands smoothing down your waist, your hips.

"Hm," You sigh, leaning back against his chest, his chin hooking over your shoulder. "Probably not long enough." You grin.

Lip presses a kiss to your shoulder- inviting. "Think we could make it quick." Lip muttered, hips flush against yours. "Just bend over f'me, I'll be real quick-"

A screech, high pitched and urgent had you both stilling, every parental atom in your bodies halting and jumping with alarm. Lip looked out the window over the sink. Jude, Freddie, and Ronan all standing in a half circle over Amelia.

"Shit," Lip muttered, bounding out the back door towards the kids. "What happened? What's goin' on?" He demanded, looking at his boys with a stern glare.

Amelia sobbed, big tears that streamed down her cheeks, hands and knees skinned and bleeding. "What happened? C'mere, Mia." Lip cooed, picking up the four year old, holding her to his hip.

All three of his boys stared at him, unmoving, a little guilty. "Hey, I'm not askin' again." Lip snapped, firm and commanding. "What happened? How did your sister get hurt?"

You came down the steps, a wet cloth in hand, just in time to see Ronan start to crack. He was your baby, never very good at lying, especially to you.

"Oh, Mia, what happened? Are you ok?" You cooed, running a hand down her messy curls. "Roanie," You looked at your youngest softly. "What happened? Did she fall?"

"Yeah," Jude said before Ronan could answer. "She-She tripped."

"Ronan," You hummed. "Did your sister trip?"

Ronan fidgeted under the looks of you and Lip, unsure and nervous with his brother's beside him. You and Lip knew better, knew that one of them got too rough and pushed her.

"Jude pushed her." Freddie rolled his eyes. "Jude just own up to it. You're gonna get us all in trouble." He muttered.

"I didn't mean to!" Jude snarled, diving at his brother to smack him in a way that contradicted his opposition. "She wanted to play with us, and-and she got in the way!"

"Yeah? You're supposed to be careful." Lip tried to contain his irritation. Jude was a kid, they all were, only seven. "You're not 'sposed to lie to us either. What'd we say about that?"

"It's not fair!" Jude whined, shoulders dropping in a fit. "You make us play with Mia, and she doesn't even know how to! She cries all the time!"

"Hey," Lip snapped.

"Jude," You pressed a hand to Lip's arm soothingly. "You just have to be a little careful with her, ok? She's still little." Jude bristled with anger, lip jutting and face scrunching- he looked just like Lip. "And Mia, when the boys are playing, you need to get out of their way, ok?" You turn towards your youngest.

Lip glares at you, hugging Mia closer to his chest. You fight back an eye roll, he babied her so much- so soft now.

"Take her inside. I'll get the first aid in a sec." You mutter to Lip, nodding towards the door. "C'mere, Judie." You coo, pulling the sulking, young boy close.

"I know you don't like playing with your sister all the time, but thank you for including her." You whisper, your forehead against his. "She loves playing with you."

"I know." Jude sighs, breath a little shaky. "She just... She gets in the way, Mama."

"I know." You hum, hand stroking down his curls. "Just let me know next time, ok? You don't push people down."

"I didn't mean to." Jude whined. "She was in my way."

"Still," You countered. "You don't push. Tell her to move, and if she doesn't, come get me or Daddy, ok?" Jude nods, still a little pouty. "Ok, go play. You guys have about an hour then it's bath time." You announced, pressing a kiss to the top of Jude's head, before the three boys scattered back out to play.

Lip had Mia in his lap, rocking her soothingly while he tried to wipe away the dirt. He was so gentle, holding the cloth to her hands and pressing kisses to the palms. It made your heart burst.

"How's it look?" You ask, reaching under the sink for the First Aid- with four kids, it was always stocked.

"Just scraped." Lip muttered. "Think it just needs Neosporin and some bandaids."

"Does it hurt, baby?" You ask Mia, frowning lightly at her quivering little lip.

"Yeah." Amelia nodded, curling into Lip's lap. "I fell'd, and-and hurt my hands and my knees, Mama." She lisped, rubbing her wet eyes.

"I know. Daddy's been taking care of you, though, hasn't he?" You coo, pulling the Neosporin out. "Here, this will make you feel better, ok? Let Mama put it on."

"Burn?" Mia asked, pulling her hands back frantically before you could put the cream on. You'd had to use peroxide on a cut for her a few weeks ago and she'd screamed at the burn. Now she was terrified all medicine would burn.

"No, not burn. You won't feel this one at all." You hum, slathering her little scrapes in Neosporin. "You wanna pick out your bandaids?"

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themotherofhorses · 1 year

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may I request some sfw headcanons about aemond with handmaid!reader? 🥺

TOTALLY i plan on eventually writing their first meeting + how they fall in love and begin their secret (not so secret) relationship but in the meantime:

some cute & fluffy headcanons of aemond targaryen with his handmaid!reader (who is basically his wife because fuck the westerosi social stratification)

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Okay, first, Siri pls play Woman by Doja Cat. Or, yknow, Waves of Blue by Majid Jordan.

His bed is your bed. Sure, you have your own tucked away in the servant’s quarters, in a room shared with two other maids, but you soon learn that Aemond prefers (demands) you remain by his side at all hours of the night. “What if I require my handmaid’s assistance at some random hour? No, you’ll stay with me where you belong.”

He loves for you to join him in his nighttime baths, not always with the intent to make love but for him to cradle your naked body close to his. Relaxing within the tub, soaking together in the scalding, scented waters, you and him are husband and wife.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." "Yes, my prince, I'm very much aware." "Don't you dare ever leave my side. I will not forgive you nor this damned world if I ever lost you."

Sometimes Alicent will walk in on soft, domestic moments where he’s seated in his chair, reading to the twins while you’re folding his clothing or tidying up the bed or tending to the newest babe. It is sweet in her eyes. Her favorite child is finally happy with his little (unconventional) family.

She can’t find it in herself to send you away. You’re no highborn lady, of course, but you’re so kind and gentle, absolutely respectful- treating her son so well and mothering her precious grandchildren. Otto, on the other hand, disapproves of the relationship a great deal, but he’ll deal with it later when the family eventually plunges itself into war. Aemond will marry but not you, he decides. But, in the meantime, he’ll allow his grandson to play with you a little bit longer.

Just your mere presence brings Aemond peace. Comfort. Relaxation. He’s so besotted with you that he cannot imagine living the rest of his life without you.

You’re the most beautiful woman, he swears. He notices the way highborn lords openly fawn over you whenever you attend royal banquets, and how their lustful gazes follow your every movement. It grew worse during your first pregnancy, as you glowed with motherhood so well you might’ve as well been the Mother walking amongst her children.

The first pregnancy with the twins brought a level of excitement towards fatherhood that Aemond swore he thought he’d never experience. He remembers how Aegon acted when Helaena was heavy with their twins, always meeting her with a lack of interest in her health or needs or the babes. He could not understand it. Not a bit. With you, he’s desperate to keep his hold on you at every hour of the day.

If you’re tending to your duties, he’ll always remain nearby. #protectivedaddy. He’ll take the time to polish his sword, study the room, or admire the way your swelling baby bump is now beginning to poke out from underneath your servant's dress. “I did that.”

At night, when you’re fast asleep, he’ll crawl down to lay his head on your belly. Feeling his babes’ little faint kicks against his cheek and palms reminds him that life is now worth living for. He’ll talk to the babes too, mumbling about his day and how beautiful their mother is and how he’s thrilled to soon have them. Aemond takes to fatherhood as quickly and easily as you took to being his handmaid.

The second pregnancy brings constant midnight dreams of a pretty baby girl, carrying the same features as her mother- your twinkling eyes, the slope of your nose, the cute pout that tugs at the corner of your lips. He plans on naming her after your mother and already has the dragon egg ready to place in the cradle

His uncle, Daemon, nicknames you in his head his nephew’s duckling. You’re always following after him, two steps back (a healthy distance between a supposed royal and their servant), ready to serve him if needed, hands clasped together, and pretty head bowed. You remind him of Helaena in a way, much too pure for this world.

Helaena adores you. Duh, that’s a given. And if Helaena gives you her blessing, you might as well be part of the family.

In bed, Aemond likes to caress your cheeks and stroke your bottom lip with his thumb as you sleep. It is in these moments that he genuinely believes you were created for him to find and love and worship, that the gods fashioned your existence to mold into his. He was never fated to fall in love with a highborn lady but instead his sweet handmaid, who was sent to provide him with everything he was denied during boyhood.

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#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond headcanons #handmaid!reader #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #house of the dragon #requests #vic writes 🧸

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goosewriting · 1 year

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Hello! I loved your "baby 🥺" fic and was wondering if we could get a version of it but with Donnie?

Another bebe?🥺 (rottmnt Donnie x reader)

summary: a turtle baby suddenly appears in the lab, and she looks suspiciously a lot like Donnie

relationship: Rise!Donnie x GN reader

warnings: none, just fluff!, soft Donnie

word count: 2k

A/N: the moment everyone's been waiting for lol this time Donnie gets better lab equipment xD

More “Baby 🥺” versions: Leo | Raph | Donnie (you’re here) | Mikey

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Donnie was in his lab, because where else would he be? He was jamming to some EDM music in the background while tinkering with some project of his. You sat in front of him, starting to get bored. He had invited you over to show you his latest masterpiece, but it hadn’t worked yet, so now he was trying to fix the issue. Which according to him would be a quick fix, but he had been at it for over half an hour now, cursing under his breath.

“You better leave all the tools how you found them,” he said without looking up, as he could hear the light clattering.

“I know your system,” you reassured him. “You've explained it in great detail several times, don’t you worry.”

“Then, can you pass me the screwdriver, please?” he asked, stretching out his hand in your direction.

You reached out to pick it up from the box but it fell from your hand, rolling over the edge of his work table. You flinched slightly, ready for the clatter it would make as it fell onto the floor, since that screwdriver was modified by Donnie and particularly heavy. But the sound never came. Instead you heard more of an electrical zap and a whoosh.

Taking a couple of steps to get around the table, you saw that there was a hole on the floor where the screwdriver would have been. It was circular, formed by several zapping rays of a yellow-ish glow. You couldn't see through it, but it was clear that the tool fell in there. You merely blinked at the sight in front of you, unable to say anything.

Not getting a response from you, Donnie also moved from his spot, leaving his work on the table, and walked over, now standing in front of you on the other side of… whatever that was.

“Huh,” is all that he said.

“What is that?” you asked after a moment. “And why are you not alarmed?”

Donnie scoffed.

“It’s obvious it's some kind of portal,” he explained, turning around to his wall of machinery, tapping something on this brace device.

You raised your hands and eyebrows in a ‘well, sorry I didn’t immediately recognise it as such’ gesture, even though he had his back to you.

“I need to analyse it,” Donnie informed you as he turned around. “Better get a little further back just in case–”

Suddenly the screwdriver appeared again, coming out straight out of the portal, a tiny turtle hand attached to it.

You both stood in silence and shock, watching how a little turtle tot climbed out the portal carrying the heavy tool, finally getting to sit on the floor with a huff. The baby had a little ribbon tied to her head, which hung a little askew because of her efforts. She looked at you with a smile, then at Donnie, and squealed in glee, holding out the screwdriver with both hands towards him, as if offering it to him.

Then the portal zapped loudly, and shut closed. The little turtle seemed unfazed by this, still waiting for Donnie to react.

Donnie opened and closed his mouth several times but no words came out. You approached the baby and crouched down next to her.

“H-hey there, little one,” you greeted her, and she cooed. “Where did you come from, hm?”

You took the screwdriver from the little hands, placing it on the table, and picked up the baby in your arms.

“Huh, look at you, aren't you cute?”, you said as you inspected her chubby cheeks and big eyes. “What’s your name?”

The baby cooed and babbled as you moved the ribbon up her head to where you thought it was meant to sit. You fixed your grasp on the turtle to carry her better against your hip, in the process stroking over her back with your hand, and your brows raised at the sensation.

“Donnie look,” you pointed out to him. “She has a soft shell, just like you!”

You turned back to him and he was still in shock, unmoving. But you had been with him long enough to pick up on the tiny changes in his face to read them. Given the twitch of the corner of his mouth, you knew his mind was not only racing, but he already had a plausible hypothesis for this situation.

“Spit it out, Don,” you said with an amused sigh. “You already know what happened, right?”

“I think I do,” he answered.

Donnie approached you and the baby, guiding you to a different part of the lab, where he instructed you to place her in a little open chamber, which you knew he used to analyse materials. You tilted your head at his request.

“Do you really need to know her molecular composition to tell she's a turtle like you?” you deadpanned.

“I just want to know for sure if she’s who I think she is–”

“Whoa!” came a voice from behind you suddenly. “You two sure work fast!”

You both turned around to see Leo, Mikey and Raph at the entrance of the lab.

“We leave to get food and you already had a baby?” Leo joked.

Heat spread on your face, burning on your cheeks.

“We- Wha-??” you stumbled over your words. The baby in your arms squealed in glee, apparently very on board with Leo’s comment.

“That’s not how it works, Leo,” Mikey said, grabbing his brother by the shoulder. “Babies aren't made in labs, they–”

“Yeah, they grow in a cabbage,” Raph interjected. “Everyone knows that.”

You all went silent.

“I’m obviously joking!” Raph called, Leo and Mikey erupting in laughter.

While you were busy trying to get your heated cheeks under control and everyone was making fun of Raph, Donnie had taken the little turtle from your arms and placed her into the chamber. He left the front panel open so she wouldn't feel trapped.

There was a loading bar on his screen, labelled „retrieving genetic material“. The bar progressed fairly quickly and after a couple of seconds the message appeared: „Analysis successful: Congrats, it‘s a girl!“ accompanied by the sound of a party blower, and followed by some caricatures of you and Donnie's faces surrounded by confetti.

At that, the laughter died down and all eyes fell on you.

“Oh my god, called it!” Leo exclaimed.

“Shut up,” you told him, but the embarrassment in your voice didn’t make it sound particularly stern. “Donnie, clearly that's not possible, right?”

As you asked this, you turned around to see the turtle in question averting his eyes, a bit tensed up with his shoulders slightly raised, and hands curled into fists. Under his mask you could see a furious blush reaching to his neck.

“Eh?” is all you managed to mutter out.

“Clearly she came from a different timeline or dimension, but…” Donnie started, bringing up his hands to his face to try and hide from you. “Yeah, it's true.”

Letting out a shaky sigh, he picked up the little turtle, who had been following the whole exchange with great interest, looking from one person to the other. Donnie then moved to sit where he had been earlier, at the table, with the little turtle on his lap, looking lost in thoughts.

You shooed the other three out of the room, much to their dismay, to get a moment alone with Donnie. He was being a bit uncharacteristically quiet and … non-rambly, science-wise.

Grabbing your chair, you brought it to the other side of the table to sit next to him. Meanwhile, the baby turtle had discovered Donnie’s abandoned project on the table and her focus shifted completely to it. From his lap she could reach properly and started investigating the device. Donnie didn't seem to mind at all, which was sounding yet another alarm in your head. Instead of reprimanding the smaller turtle to leave his things alone, as you would have expected, he watched with soft eyes how she skillfully turned the device in her little hands, babbling to herself as if trying to make sense of his contraption.

“Is… everything okay?” you asked softly, placing your hand on his arm.

“I’m just…” Donnie took a moment to find the right word. “Stunned, I guess.”

“How so?”

“I’ve tried imagining this a couple of times,” he started, scratching the back of his neck, then clicked his tongue. “Scratch that, I think about this all the time.”

“About what?” you questioned, and your heart skipped a beat; does he mean what you think he means?

“You’re really gonna make me say it out loud,” he mumbled, lifting his eyes to meet yours, then heaved a deep sigh. “About us. What life will be like with you by my side.”

He then gestured to the little turtle still tinkering with the device.

“And about having kids, apparently.”

“Y-you think about our future together?” you said almost in disbelief, your chest tightening at his confession.

“Of course I do,” he responded immediately. “I can't really imagine a future without you in it. O-only if you want to stay, that is.”

“Obviously I want to!” you said and held his hand. You were leaning in, about to give him a kiss, when the turtle tot exclaimed in glee. And you could have sworn it sounded like she was trying to say “eureka”.

Before Donnie could stop her, she detached two cables, turned the thing around and connected them on the opposite side. You three looked at it expectantly to do something, but nothing was happening, so she gave it a smack with a grunt, and that's when the lights went on and it started whirring.

“No way! You fixed it?” Donnie exclaimed happily and held the baby under her armpits, lifting her up, to which she cooed and blew a raspberry.

With a smile, you leaned your head on your hand, propped up on your elbow on the table.

“Well, it’s no wonder she’s smart,” you spoke. “She’s got good genes, after all.”

Donnie’s gaze came to meet yours and he smiled as well, one of his rare soft ones, and your heart started racing all over again.

Just as you were about to ask what you should do with her, there was some zapping behind you, the same zapping you had heard from the portal earlier.

“Donnie is gonna kill meee,” came a familiar voice as a figure crossed through the portal into the lab, and you couldn’t believe your eyes: it was an older version of Mikey.

When he spotted the baby in Donnie’s arms, his shoulders slumped visibly in relief.

“You little rascal!” Mikey scolded her. “I look away for three seconds and you go off running!”

The baby stuck out her tongue at him, trying to hide behind Donnie’s arm.

“Heh, looks like brains aren't the only thing she inherited from you,” you tell Donnie with a mischievous grin.

“Whatever could you be implying,” he remarked sarcastically.

Mikey went to pick up the baby but she cried out, her arms doing a grabby motion towards you, and you could feel your heart tightening a bit at the sight.

“Hey now, it’s okay, little one,” you tried comforting her as you held her tiny hands. “We’ll see each other again, I’m sure.”

Donnie tensed up his jaw as the baby was taken from him, and you couldn’t help the sad smile on your face. Mikey shot you an apologetic look, and turned back towards the portal.

“This never happened, we were never here,” he said over his shoulder with a wink, and stepped through the whirls.

The portal zapped closed again, and not a second later three heads peeked into the lab through the door.

“Is everything alright?” Raph asked.

“We heard voices just now, was someone here?” Leo questioned as he looked around.

“Where's the baby?!” Mikey said, bringing his hands to his head.

“It’s okay,” you calmed them down. “She's back where she's supposed to be.”

Donnie’s hand came to hold your own under the table.

“We’ll see her again,” he promised, more to you than the others. “Hopefully soon.”

And then you knew the heat that prickled your cheeks probably wasn’t gonna leave any time soon.

~~~~~

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chvoswxtch · 7 days

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macchiato over ice for frankie 🥺 (the rest is up to you!) 🩵

you should know better than to unleash me & set me loose with my thots when it comes to frankie but you did it anyway & I love you for it

I just wanna talk about the fact that frank definitely talks you through it so let's discuss

as a reminder over ice means it's spicy! (minors dni)

headcannon below the cut

frank castle talks you through it

the first piece of evidence i'd like to submit to support this theory is how many times we hear him say "attagirl"

the rest of the evidence i'm submitting is just bc I fucking said so

maybe you know you have a praise kink, or maybe you figure it out the first time he whispers "attagirl" when you're about to come for him. maybe it's all just contingent on frank but he definitely does not miss the way you react to it, & he decides to experiment with just how much you like it

he starts testing the waters one night when he's got you pinned to the bed beneath him, fucking you slowly bc he's missed you & he wants to feel you wrapped around him as long as possible after weeks away

"feel so fuckin' good baby, so perfect for me."

the way your cunt clenches around his cock when he whispers that into your ear lets him know he's definitely onto something

the next time he tests his theory, he's got you on his lap with your back pressed against his chest, your legs spread wide open with your thighs draped over his, & his hand in your panties, kissing your neck sensually while rubbing your clit with his thumb & slowly fingering you with his index & middle finger

"love how wet you get for me, pretty girl. look at you, makin' such a mess on my fingers. that feel good, baby, hm?"

frank enjoys praising you just as much as you enjoy receiving it. any chance he gets to worship you & your body he's absolutely going to take advantage of

he wants you to know how pretty he thinks you are, how perfect he thinks you are for him, how good you make him feel, how much he loves every single inch of you inside & out, how lucky he feels to get to be the one that gets to come home to you

he's got his head buried between your thighs, his rough hands gripping them tightly to keep them over his shoulders, his cock rock hard in his jeans at the way you're rolling your hips against his face & chanting his name to the heavens

he pauses only for a moment, just to get a good look at you above him, his voice rough with pure desire when he speaks

"taste so fuckin' sweet, baby. you gonna be a good girl and come for me?"

the way you moan when he calls you a good girl for the first time & how your fingers tighten their grip on his dark hair makes his lips split in a huge grin of pride

"yeah you are. that's my good girl. c'mon baby, let me have it."

he doesn't even bother trying to hide that he's gotten you all figured out now, & you sure as hell don't mind either. you look forward to hearing his praise every time the two of you are intimate. it doesn't just get you aroused, it also makes you feel good about yourself. it makes you see yourself the way frank sees you, even if only for a little while

frank is in heaven when he watches you writhe on top of him, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm as you ride him. his hands are everywhere, not an inch of your skin left untouched. they're gliding up your soft thighs, gripping your hips tightly, grabbing your breasts & squeezing them, wrapping his hand around your throat in a way that makes your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head

all the while he's gazing up at you like you're the most beautiful fucking thing he's ever seen, bc you are, & all he wants to do is please you

"attagirl, just like that. god, you take me so well, sweetheart. look so fuckin' pretty ridin' my cock like this. want you to come for me, sweetheart. c'mon...you can do it, baby...I know ya can. you're such a good girl for me, yeah? c'mon pretty girl, come all over my cock for me."

when he feels your pussy start to clench around his cock, he knows he's about to witness the most magnificent sight of you getting overwhelmed with gratification. gripping onto your waist tightly, he starts to thrust upwards to match your pace, desperately wanting to watch you fall apart above him

"attagirl, there we go. that's it...that's fuckin' it, baby...just like that. c'mon pretty girl, ride me harder. you're so close, yeah? I know baby, I know...I can feel it. c'mon, be a good girl for me and come."

frank doesn't stop just because the two of you are finished and spent. when he's got you wrapped up in his arms, relaxing in the afterglow, he's still whispering soft & sweet praises into your ear

"you were so good, baby. always so good for me. my girl...my perfect, pretty girl. love you so goddamn much, ya know that, right?"

in conclusion I need to be put down like a rabid dog

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gucciwins · 8 months

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Hey!! Was wondering if you could do a dadrry blurb?? With H and y/n doing tummy time with the bubs on their playmat? 🥺 or just anything cute 🥰

something cute with dad harry as requested 🫶 enjoy, my love

Becoming a parent is something Harry always dreamed about. He looked forward to helping his baby eat, rock them to sleep, and even looking forward to changing their nappy.

He was ready for everything but wasn’t prepared to see his son grow quickly every day. It seemed as if every time he blinked his son, Elio was onto the next milestone.

Even the hard days were easy because of Y/N.

His wife of four years seemed to have the answer for everything. Sometimes, she made it seem too easy being able to recognize the distinct cries of their child, but she reassured Harry that they were learning together.

Work had allowed them both to take time off to enjoy the first month together, but Harry whined about returning to work once his time was up. He just couldn’t bear leaving Y/N and his son so soon. Although work did give him something to miss, he missed cuddling with his son and having that feeding time, but Y/N assured him those late-night wake-ups would still exist. Harry swore Elio grew an inch every time he walked out of the room.

Harry wished he could stay tiny forever, but he was also ready for Elio to start speaking because Harry knew Elio would be the sweetest kid, especially with Y/N as his mother.

The weekends were his favorite because he spent it at home with his family. They would walk around their neighborhood or have a picnic in the park. They were always doing something as a family. Right now, at five months old, Elio loves his tummy time. Y/N would lie on his stomach on a blanket Harry’s mother gifted Elio when he hit one month because his grandparents spoiled him as much as they could on any date and occasion. Elio was laid down with toys around him that he could reach for, which helped with his motor functions. Harry liked joining him as well. Y/N usually used this time to catch up on chores or little things around the house, but Harry convinced her it could all wait today.

She sat on the floor, watching as Harry spoke to Elio. He talked to them about the day and weather, even how the Green Bay Packers were doing during the current season as if he could understand. Harry took Elio’s gurgles as responses and carried the conversation. It warmed Y/N’s heart to see how easily Harry fell into the father role, one he expressed he dreamed about far more than he thought was normal. Now, they sit here, watching Elio, who seems to be an exact replica of Harry except for his cute nose, which appears to be all Y/N.

Y/N laughed as she caught Harry playing with the blocks she had laid out for Elio. He was building a tower, too lost in a trance explaining each step, all while Elio was swinging around a rattle that captured his attention.

“Baby, those are for Bubs,” Harry turns to her, pouting, and while his attention is elsewhere, Elio uses that as a chance to swing his arm around and knocks Harry’s tower over.

Harry turns back in shock, all while Y/N laughs. Little Elio joins his mother in laughing at Harry, who dramatically mourns his eight-block castle.

“Did you enjoy that, Elio? Enjoy making Mummy laugh?” Harry asks Elio in a sweet voice reserved just for him. Elio’s response is two rattle shakes.

“Tummy time over, Daddy wants cuddles!” Harry opens his arms, a gesture Elio has become familiar with, knowing he will be held. Elio replicates it, dropping his toy, and Harry, in one swoop, brings him to his chest. Harry kisses his head repeatedly as he whispers how much he loves him.

“Bring him over!” Y/N makes grabby hands for Elio.

Harry playfully turns away, “my turn.”

“Then come cuddle me.”

Harry thinks that sounds perfect, so as Y/N lays down on their couch, he passes Elio to her so she can rest him on her chest. Elio lets out a deep sigh as he settles into his mother’s hold. Harry knows Elio loves Y/N; if he had to choose a favorite parent, it’d be her. He understands Y/N’s perfect. She’s a perfect partner who loves him and respects him. Harry always feels showered by her love, and it’s not different for Elio. It‘s clear Elio loves receiving all her love, too.

Harry lays down with his favorite people, his hand resting on Elio’s bum for support, and he knows life does not get better than this.

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kooberryfields4ever · 5 months

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releasing a little earlier than anticipated cos it’s 4:30am and i can’t sleep cos i’m busy thinking abt jay ….. i was sooo excited to work on this one icl😭😭 jay nsfw alphabet will be a ride (literally) 🙏 jake up next and then enha hyung line is finished nd i’ll probs start teasing fics/drabbles …. & i’ll probs release ones for jk/soobieboobie too so if ur interested in them pls look out🥺

content warning : nsfw below the cut, dom/sub vibes, ddlg, breeding, spanking/bdsm (minor) etc etc

MDNI !

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jay is a very attentive and romantically in-tune guy !!! despite how rough he likes to be with ur body he’ll always make sure ur perfectly looked after when he’s done using u

and boy will he use u…… like aftercare is very much necessary….. more on that later :3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

fingers………… guitarist…… need i elaborate???

and he’s so good with them too like to the point where some nights u beg him to just use his fingers to get u off

his favourite body part of urs is ur ass :3

just loves seeing how red it gets when he spanks u to tears

the way it jiggles after he slaps it n it just feels so good to play with it n grab it n spread it so he can get a perfect view of ur holes all creamy for him :((

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

very clean abt it, likes using condoms so he can throw away what’s necessary and there’s less to clean up

but on the off chance that he’s feeling particularly primal :))

expect to be fucked absolutely to the brim w his cum :))

like i’m talking no holding back full breeding kink jongseong mode, wants to see u full enough to carry a baby even tho ur on the pill nd the chances r so low <;/3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

has maybe thought abt babytrapping u once or twice😄😄 he can’t help it :(( the thought of u with a beautiful round belly and swollen tits makes his mouth water :(( just wants u bred so perfectly, wants to make u a mummy so bad…..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think jay is one of those naturally gifted sex havers

like i don’t think he watches porn much and like everyone else i’ve spoken abt i think it’s too early into their career and they’re too busy to experience much in their own schedules

but he just gets it,,,,,, like he knows his own vibes and he knows what he’s into and he’s VERY in tune with his partners

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

reverse cowgirl :3

loves to see that fat ass bounce while he fucks u from below….

gives him a god opportunity to pull u back against his chest n wrap his fingers around ur throat too

drives him crazy seeing u get lightheaded while he pounds into ur pussy

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

defos a more serious lover but not in a sunghoon way, more intimidating….

i just see him getting rly turned on when u listen to his instructions and take what he says seriously outside of sex, so i feel like it would apply during as well

but not necessarily always serious

like there are days he feels less dom and just wants to fuck his girl nice and slow, feel u squeeze around him, that’s when he’ll be open to a few giggles and having fun

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

in between hoon and heeseung methinks

like not fully shaven but def trims shorter and more regularly than hee

feels more masculine with hair nd kind of likes when he sees ur nose buried in his bush when u give him head

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s very romantic <3

sex is passion and love and seduction and jay wants to make sure that even when he’s being rough and a little bit mean u know he loves u beyond what he could possibly articulate

so yeah expect candles and roses and slow sensual music while he drives himself deep into ur cunt

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

likes to have a wank every now and again, for his health x

not shy to call u up or text u (sext u) when he wants to get off and ur not around

just be prepared for videos of him jerking it from start to finish where all u can hear is the slickness of his cock in his hand and his quick breaths while he tells u how bad he misses that cunt of urs, wants to fuck his cute little girl so bad….

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

don’t shoot me

a little bit of ddlg

discovered it one night randomly when u guys were discussing ur future and having children and u referred to him as “a daddy” offhandedly

made his cock instantly hard, he just knew that second he had to fuck u and fill u with his cum and get u to call him daddy again the whole night like a good little girl

also think he’d be major into giving praise, not much of a degrader but if ur being a stubborn little girl don’t expect him to be nice about it….

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bed.

yawnnnnn kooberry will u ever say anything different

no >:( enha hyung line to me (minus jake) want to share their intimacy with nothing but the bedroom !!!!!

like why fuck u anywhere but in his bed where he knows nobody else can see his little girl while he pounds into her tight pussy and works her clit until she’s cumming around his cock again and again :((

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when ur being rly attentive and good for him, like without realising

like if he tells u to get something from the fridge for him and u do it without question…..

takes all of his willpower to not stop cooking and bend u over the kitchen counter to stuff u full of his fingers nd praise u for being such a good girl for daddy :3

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

probably heavy degradation, calling u a slut, whore etc

i think the worst he’d say is “stop being such a fucking brat” nd that’s if ur testing his patience like pushing his buttons to no end (which he enjoys sometimes)

would also probably start fucking u harder and faster in apology while spanking ur ass beet red for being a brat

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers giving. loves treating u good and making sure ur looked after before him

it’s not sex with jeongseong if u havent orgasmed at least once before he fucks u

maybe even twice

likes receiving too, loves when u relax ur throat around him and let him use his hands to guide u nd fuck ur throat a little

especially when u gag a little omfg. drives him crazy with need like …. ur letting him use ur mouth soooo well like a good girl

defos still more of a giver

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and VERY rough

like shoving ur face into the pillow to get u to shut the fuck up while he pounds into u kind of rough

can’t have anyone else hear how good his little girl takes his cock can he ???? then he’d rly have to punish u

flips u onto ur back so he can pin ur legs against the side of ur head and shove himself deeper and deeper while sucking on ur nipples and rubbing ur clit aggressively

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he would, by this point he’s an expert with ur pussy and knows he can make u cum easily if ur both needy but on a time crunch

like i can picture him shoving u into the supply cupboard at mubank before prerecording and pressing u against the wall…. has to apologise over and over again for the stretch cos he can’t open u up properly rn but it’s okay cos ur already so wet he can just slide right in anyway :(( and then his fingers are already at ur clit or tweaking ur nipples so u cum first <3 nd he can get u on ur knees and shove his length down ur throat until he finishes with no mess :3

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

sure, risk is a part of the fun ;)

would gladly take u in semi-public places like a fitting room or an unlocked dressing room bc it turns him on thinking about the ways he can get u to shut the fuck up

like how deep can he fuck u while ur mouth is gagged with ur panties ?? the answer is VERY

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

honestly takes him a long time to cum so i don’t necessarily see him wanting to go multiple rounds when ur always so spent after the first from how long he plays with u and fucks u

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

owns them for u and u only

stuff like a small paddle or different vibrator wands cos sometimes he wants to try something new and get u to cum harder, like a challenge to himself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

teases when he feels like a) u need punishment, or b) he’s feeling like a bit of a dickhead

likes to thrust his raw dick up and down ur wet folds while he opens up the condom wrapper, just to hear u beg a little

but if u beg hard enough (and call him daddy) he’ll forget the condom all together and just slide into u raw nd give his little girl exactly what she needs :((

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

rly low grunts

i just don’t think he’s very vocal otherwise, maybe when he’s praising u or telling u how bratty ur being

but otherwise it’s just his deep sexy grunts

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

u nd him r cooking in the kitchen when his phone rings…. his hands r all messy so he asks u to go answer it and of course like the good girl u are, u obey immediately :3 nd u look so cute when u answer, covering the microphone to whisper “it’s jake” to him, that he can’t help but rinse off his fingers immediately and pin u to the wall……. n he’s being so dirty :(( and unfair :(((( and whispering shit in ur ear like “daddy’s good girl, answering the phone for me, ur not gonna let him hear u now tho are u??” while u try to hold back moans n he shoves his fingers past ur waistband :(((

and jake’s just as confused !!!!! “y/n??? u good??? where’s jay??” he questions while jay plays with ur pussy and kisses at ur neck, telling u to answer

he’s so mean :((( u just have to tell jake to call back later he’s too busy!!!!! hanging up and tossing the phone to the side so jay can finish u off ^_^

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

slightly above average length, not too girthy

made to shove himself deep and fill u up just enough to beg for more :3

circumcised !

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty average, needs to fuck u at least once a week if he can

can do without for a while but just be careful when ur back around him bc there’ll be some subconscious pent up energy there….

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he falls asleep quite easily after sex

likes to clean u up and give u a massage and some food n drink but as soon as he’s done all that and cuddled up next to u he’s out like a light

#koob navi #jay hard hours #jay hard thoughts #jongseong hard hours #jay smut #jongseong smut #jongseong x reader #jay x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #jay x y/n

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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In desperate need of some more dad bucky 🥺

18+

Dad Bucky from A to Z, everything from sweet to sexy to some raw moments with daddy Bucky.

A - Always worried about you and his babies. When he’s away on missions, you can’t pull him away from facetime, he has to see you, he has to see his little ones. Sometimes he packs a few of their books with him so he can read them a bedtime story. Once their asleep and tucked in, he asks his beautiful babymama what she did all day, giving you all the kisses over the phone until he can see you again.

B - Baby fever. Seeing his chubby bubbas make’s his heart so full. After they start to walk and talk and run around, he can’t help but long for more little ones. When Sam comes around with his newborn nephew, Bucky can’t help but glance over at you bouncing your toddler on your hip. He wants to see you pregnant again, see another little Bucky running around. He loves cradling and soothing his babies, one more can’t hurt? Then your daughter was born. And then maybe another?

C - Cuddles. Daddy Bucky gives the best cuddles. He comes home, scoops his son ins his arms and snuggles him close to his chest. He kisses his head, making his way over to the crib where his baby girl is still sleeping. He carefully carries her in the other arm, smiling at the way she curls herself into him, seeking her daddy’s warmth. He listens to his son babble around his day while his daughter coos, chewing on his dog tags.

D - Disaster warning. It’s chaos when you leave him alone with the babies for too long, especially if the uncles are also involved. 10 ft high pillow forts. Ceiling high bubble baths. Potion making with all your lotions and shampoos. So many giggles, squeals and laughter. You only need to worry when it suddenly goes silent. Silence indicates something foolish is afoot.

E - Excited. No one was more excited than Bucky when he found out he was going to be a dad. He was cuddled up with your belly every night, kissing and rubbing it, talking to your baby until he fell asleep. He read up on everything he could, from how to take care of a new born to what not to say in the delivery room.

F - Fussy baby soother. No one has any idea what his secret is but he can soothe a fussy baby within seconds, cradling them in his strong warm arms, gently rocking them till they fall asleep. He now leaves back his sweaters hanging on his daughters crib and another for his son to snuggle with. He can’t help but laugh when you pout over how he didn’t leave you a sweater. To which he points out you already stole 90% of them. You were wearing his Henley.

G - Girl dad. He fucking loves it. He makes sure his babygirl gets to do everything she wants and he encourages her every step of the way. Matching princess Halloween costume? He’s getting an XXL sparkly blue dress to wear with her. Wants to learn to fight? He’s more than eager to get her a mini knife set. She want’s to fight like aunty Nat? He’s training with her in the big ring. A tiny cut on her knee? He’s kissing it all better. Bad dreams? He scares all the monsters away. He’s there to pick her up every step of the way.

H - Helpful. He hates that fucking word. Especially when others point out he’s so helpful with taking care of his kids. They’re his kids. He’s not just helping. He want’s to raise them alongside you and be there for everything, the good times and bad. He’s there to clean them and feed them, cuddle them and kiss them. He’s there for all their sporting events and school concerts. He’s there for everything with you, you and his babies are his family. It’s never just helping.

I - Insecure. He’s always worries his babies will stop loving him after they learn from about who he is. You reassure him all the time that it would never happen but he can’t help it. He loves them to death and sometimes it easts at him that they might be ashamed to have him as a father. Of course it never happens. They’re so proud of their daddy, he’s their hero and he’s also the coolest because he has a metal arm.

J - Jealous. Of that stupid body pillow you use when you’re pregnant. After your son was born, you put it away, deciding against throwing it because what if you needed it again...and you did. But Bucky wasn’t having any of it. If you needed a pillow to cuddle with, you could use him, the pillow was never to be seen again, even it’s remains are a mystery.

K - Kinky as hell. Ever since you had his babies, he can’t stop the way his brain goes right to your soft body, wanting to wreck and ruin it, making you cry on his cock over and over again. He discovers he loves your pretty boobs when your lactating. Something about seeing you feed your little ones makes him feral. It doesn’t take long for him to start sneaking in a few soft pecks. Harmless. Teasingly licking your nipples, playing it off like he didn’t cum in his pants moments ago just from thinking about you. Pretty soon, he’s across your lap, drinking from you while he plays with his cock in, making a mess all over himself and he’s never been more satisfied.

L - Lunch box expert. Also diaper bag expert. This is random but he’s the best at packing them. Probably from years of military experiences and his assassin training but he can fit all the snacks, main courses, juice boxes and treats in just a few seconds, zipping it up perfectly without anything bursting at the seams. He’s proud of his talent too and he’s smug about it the entire time while you narrow your eyes at him. You tried. You’re figuring it out. He’s happy to show off again.

M - MILF; you made him a daddy. It makes his heart so full. It has also made him insatiable over you. You are so sexy to him, the mother of his kids, your beautiful soul gave him his babies. Your perfect body carried his little ones. You’re so gorgeous to him and the fact that you had his babies has him unable to control himself around you.

N - Naughty. Begging to put another baby in you. His breeding kink it out, full force, he doesn’t even try to hide it. Whenever you’re near him, he manages to drag you away, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear about how full is cock is, how much cum he has to give you. He doesn’t want to waste it, it wants to stuff you with it, put another baby in you. He always finds subtle ways to grind on you or rub his boner on you letting you know exactly how bad he needs it. If he can’t get it, he has his hands around his cock instead, dreaming about your cunt leaking with his seed, stuffing it back in with his fingers. During the few times you caught him playing with himself, he made you lick him clean, spanking you for making him waste his load. Of course he pumps you full mere minutes later.

O - Overly protective. Which is to be expected. He finally has the family he’s always dreamed of and while it makes him incredibly happy, he can’t help but worry almost constantly. He’s always worried someone might hurt you or his babies because of who he is. Then there’s also the silly little things he’s protective over. Babyproofed everything. Even the baby items that came babyproofed. And when that wasn’t good enough, he had Tony and Bruce look it over, making sure it was ultra safe. Turned out to be a good call; Steve Jr. has his daddy’s super strength early on and escapes his crib the second you turn away. He’s living up to his God father’s name with his recklessness.

P - Personal pillow. He’s everyone’s pillow. Your babies love you but cuddles with daddy are what put them to sleep immediately. You can’t even be jealous about it because you feel the same way. His chest is the most comforting place to sleep on. Warm. His steady heart beat puts you right to sleep. His babies coo and nuzzle into his arms, grasping his dog tags while they close their eyes and snuggle. Best. Sleep. Ever.

Q - Quest to be the best daddy and husband ever. He doesn’t care about anything else. His main focus is keeping you and little Steve and Becca happy. He doesn’t forget about having date nights with you; if anything he’s even more romantic now that ever before. He neve forgets to bring you flowers just cause, and massaging you just to see you relax. He makes sure he’s there for everything; teaching the babies how to walk, spoiling them, making sure the whole world knows his world revolves around the three of you.

R - Running. He’s always running. Especially after baby Steve. He doesn’t get how something so tiny can have so much energy. Granted, he’s enhanced but still. How did this kid take after his uncles ridiculous behavior too. Bucky isn’t exhausted from a lack of sleep. He’s exhausted from catching his son tossing knives. Attempting to jump of just about any high surface. Being unable to find him during hide and seek. Thankfully your daughter takes after you and doesn’t have a constant death wish.

S - Story telling expert. Obviously. He’s been telling his babies stories from before they were born, he spend every night of your pregnancy whispering against your skin. Nothing ever changes. Doesn’t matter how old they are, they always go to daddy for stories.

T - Time outs. For a sergeant, he isn’t great at giving time outs. He does but his heart breaks a little when his son and daughter give him puppy eyes. He then snorts because he knows they got it from him. It’s the same look he gives you when he knows he messed up. In all fairness, its a very convincing pout but he’s getting used to bypassing it by not making direct eye contact.

U - Uncle Bucky. Bucky snorts when he sees Stevie Jr come down his his captain America Halloween costume, a tiny shield in hand while he pulls along his sister, who has on a pair of wings and goggles just like her Uncle Sam. Bucky shakes his head until Steve tells Bucky to look at who his little punk dressed up as; little James coming running to join his friends, wearing a tiny black leather jacket, dark grey and gold left arm and black combat boots. “I look like uncle Bucky” He jumps up and down, grinning when Bucky scoops up his God son in his arms, ruffling his hair.

V - Voice of an angel. Which you didn’t know about until you heard his soft voice coming from the nursey after he came back from a mission. He always showers, kisses you gently without waking you before making his way over to see his little ones. He rocks them in his arms, singing softly to them to keep them asleep. Sometimes they’re lullabies. Sometimes songs from the 40s. He blushed furiously the first time you walked in on him. He’s so shy, his voice becomes a whisper for a while. But when you ask him to sing to you too, how can he say no to his babydoll. He loves holding you to his chest, rubbing your back and singing softly to you too, easing you right into dreamland.

W - Writes and documents everything. He never wants to forget. He knows what that’s like and he doesn’t ever want to lose the memories he has with his family. He starts a new diary full of happy memories, birth dates, first steps, first tooth, first words. He writes down whatever he can remember with all the little details. It brings him so much comfort when he’s away on missions. It reminds him that he has something worth fighting for and that love is waiting for him at home.

X - X ray; Steve’s first broken bone from something ridiculous. It’s not a big deal, a fractured arm but for once Bucky finally understands how stressed you feel when he gets injured, coming home battered and bleeding claiming he was hardly scratched. He can’t help but nearly cry when his son requests the cast to be dark grey, adding his own little gold accents with a marker, running around proudly saying he looks just like dad. Bucky nearly has a stroke when Becca almost yeets herself off the couch so she can have a cool cast that looks like daddy’s arm too.

Y - Your safe space. You both wanted a family but of course you’re learning together. You have doubts. So does he. He’s always there to reassure you, you’re the best mama to your babies. You’ve always been his safe space and he’s happy he can give you the same. He makes sure his kids know they can always come to him. and they do. First win, first crush, first relationship, first break up, first heart break. All of it. He’s there.

Z - Zippy; the name of your new pet hamster both kids insisted you get. Bucky is best friends with him now, mostly because he takes care of him the most. You’ve definitely caught Bucky just hanging out with the hamster on more than one occasion. The kids are a little jealous but theres no doubt Bucky and the hamster share the deepest connection. There’s no other reason you should walk in on Bucky reading a book while Zippy sits on your side table with a pile of sunflower seeds to keep him happy.

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hijackalx · 6 months

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GORTASH NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

hmm honestly feel like it depends on if hes feeling u or not. if he was just trying to catch a nut hes rude af. like before he leaves he'll throw a wet rag at u. and he used cold water to get it wet 🥲 BUTTTT if he really does like u i think he'll prolly run a bath for u both or something. i can see him washing ur hair/body for u 🥺

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his chest duhhh lol thats why he walks around with his titties out. i think hes got a really good upper body in general. like shoulders/arms/chest. and i feel like hes an ass man. yes that means all booties ALL. he likes to spank, bite, and leave marks all over it. omggg the type to smack or pinch ur ass in public LMAO

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

yall already know im a firm believer that this man cums bucketfuls. he'll have u sitting there like "damn why is it still going" LMFAO almost exclusively wants to cum inside. to the point to where its hard to convince him not to. he wants to breed u sooo bad 😭😭

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

*NONCON MENTION* it gets him concerningly hard when u tell him no but let him do it anyway. like i dont think he would ever AGGRESSIVELY force u to do anything hence the "let him", but something about being able to change ur mind/overpower u does something to him *NONCON MENTION OVER*

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

well. i think hes an expert when it comes to pleasing himself (which is typically thru penetration, so for my AFABs if yall can finish vaginally just know he do be laying pipe 🤤) but he didnt really grow up caring about his sexual partners much lol. i do think he wants to please you though, like badly. thats the only reason hes willing to let u offer some guidance when it comes to giving oral/fingering u.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press yall. like when he hooks ur legs over his shoulders and basically folds u like a lawn chair lol. also likes doggy though so he can pull ur hair and leave welts on ur ass lol.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hes wayyyy too intense to be goofy at any moment while u guys are fuckin LMAO. like this man loves sex and gives his ALL. he puts his mf game face on and locks IN baby 😹😹

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

YESSSSSS !!!!! YES !!!!! this man is SO hairy EVERYWHERE !!!! the same texture as the hair on his head. im about to faint yall catch me

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

uhh. i can see him being kind of romantic on special occasions. but like i said hes pretty intense usually and to me that doesnt leave much room for romance lol. especially since he can be so mean too

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yeah. like all the time. hes a hornball so if ur not around as an alternative he WILL be jizzing into his hand. omfg if yall are like, ever distanced from each other he will want to send nasty ass letters back and forth to keep him satisfied until u get back LMAO god forbid they ever end up at the wrong place

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his office. will fuck on every surface and up against every wall. everyone else is afraid to touch anything in there 😭

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he likes when u seem weaker than him, either in the sense that he has a physical or mental advantage over u. dont let anyone else treat u like that tho or he'll think ur a pussy lol

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

^^ as i mentioned letting other ppl have the same power over u as he does is a turn off. so if ur like me u got to grow a backbone or get the boot 🥾🤾‍♀️ 😭😭 anyway. i dont think he'll be willing to do anything that makes him feel "lesser" or more submissive. i mean u could probably trick him into doing it if u make him think its his idea or something LMAO

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i genuinely think he eventually gains an affinity for giving ??? he likes the sounds u make and the way u pull his hair. so yeah, gives lots of kisses and will mutter a lot of praises while down there too. dont get me wrong though u better be giving back too 😹😹

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

rough as fuckkkk bro. doesnt ever like to be gentle. sex just brings out a lot of aggression in him. u will be sore and bruised after. if u convince him to chill out he'll be a pouty baby about it

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

anywhere and everywhere possible. i dont think its a goal of his to be seen by others while doing it but i also dont think he cares so that doesnt really stop him

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he'll try to get u to do all kinds of fucked up shit. including shit that is probably lowkey dangerous 😹😹 hes pretty sadistic so get ready gurl

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

15-20 mins max shawty lmao sorry 😹😹 and since he wants to act like a wild ape ur prolly not getting a round 2 since he wore himself out. but if u didnt get off in time he'll use his hand to help u finish even if hes sleepy 😴

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

will tease u at random times throughout the day by saying some absolutely horrendous shit in ur ear while ur in public and then acting like nothing happened. but usually doesnt want to waste much time before the act, so he might tease just enough to get u ready. nothing more though

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

heavy grunter and breather. will only moan occasionally if its really hitting right 😹😹 if u do get him to moan i can see it being decently loud. its like a reward

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high libido man........ prepare ur hole 🪦

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sometimes he can stay awake long enough for aftercare but other times itll have to come after a power nap 😭 youll be like "bae how was it" and turn around to see him completely unconscious. snoring and everythang

#enver gortash #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #enver gortash x tav #enver gortash x reader #x reader #headcanons #my headcanons #bg3 gortash #lord enver gortash

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 5 months

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Tradition and Love🌹

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N:The third treat for Fi's Christmas Market ☃️ is here! Leon is a huge softie in this (what's new) and it's so wholesome 🥺 I hope you enjoy this one <3

~Fi 🐝

Warnings: tw: Love. First ever L-word, sharing family traditions with our baby <3

Word count: 3.2k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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Your laugh echoed through the hallway of your apartment complex as you stumbled into your home with a very grumpy Leon by your side. The snow on your boots was coming off, landing on the floor.

Leon's face was red, and he muttered unintelligible things under his breath. "I-... I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to do that!" You wheezed, doubling over and holding your stomach.

The laughter had coaxed tears to fall from your lashline. He only glared at you, making you break into another fit of giggles. You had taken a walk on this snowy day, and you might've dragged Leon down with you, making snow angels. On your way back, you had slipped your hand from his and balled up some snow and aimed it right at his back.

Well, you're aim was terrible and unfortunately for your boyfriend, he turned around in the worst possible moment with a puzzled expression on his face, looking for the warmth of your hand in his.

Before you could stop yourself, you threw the snowball and it hit him square in the face. Your first reaction was shock, slapping your hands over mouth, which quickly turned into full bellied laughter when you saw the way his shoulders slumped and he let out a defeated sigh before shaking the snow off his face.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't think you'd turn around." You fanned away your tears, trying not to break into laughter again. "I didn't think you'd come at me with the snowball of death." He grumbled, rubbing his face, hoping to warm it up.

You did feel guilty, extremely so, but there was just something about the look on his face and the way his cheeks and nose looked so cute when they were all blushed from the cold, that made you want to do it again.

"I'll warm ya up." You smiled, taking his face in your hands and stroking his cheeks while pressing kisses to the tip of his nose and the corner of his mouth.

A hum rumbled through his chest as he stood before you, slightly bending over to compensate for your height difference. "Better?"

"Almost." He smirked, gently moving your hands from his face to his neck and holding onto your waist. He brushed his nose with yours before placing a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm much better now, thank you, sweetheart." He grinned, slipping his hands from you.

"I'm glad. Wouldn't want my boy to be cold, hm?" The way you said it was like honey, like a sweet dusted in sugar. With the purest intentions and that irresistible smile on your face that Leon swore would make him go into cardiac arrest one day.

He hoped you didn't catch the way he froze for a split second before moving on and acting like your words didn't just set aflame a raging fire in his heart. Leon cracked a smile at the warm feeling in his chest. Finally, after all of it, he knew he was cared for and loved.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Later that day, you were lounging on the couch, Leon's head was resting in your lap as you were gently running your fingers through his blonde locks. This would be your first Christmas together. A holiday you cherished and held so close to your heart, you would now spend with your lover. Although, love was really an understatement of what you were feeling for Leon. It went so much deeper than words could describe, rooting its way deep into every crevice of your heart.

"Lee, I thought since this is our first Christmas together, we could share some of our family traditions and do them together? If you want to, of course." You smiled down at him softly, caressing his face when he turned his head to look at you.

"I, uh, I don't really have any." He said with a half-hearted smile. You could see that this affected him deeply. The way he tensed in your hold or how he avoided meeting your gaze. A small frown settled on your lips.

"Well, I'd love to share some of mine with you. And we can always make our own, right?"

He chuckled softly, turning fully on his back. "I guess we can. What are some of these traditions?" He asked softly, taking on of your hands from his hair and gently holding it. He did that quite often, but it never managed to stop butterflies from erupting in the pit of your stomach.

"One of them," you began, still stroking his hair, "is throwing a pomegranate on the ground so it breaks. It's good luck for the new year. It's a pretty simple one, but I'd love to do it with you."

"This is not a trick to trap me in the Underworld with you, is it?" He questioned suspiciously. You let out a laugh, throwing your head back.

"No, silly. I wouldn't need to trick you. You'd come with me willingly." You teased.

"Damn right I would. Can't leave my girl alone in a world full of dead people, can I?"

"My gallant hero." You giggled, making a proud smirk appear on Leon's face.

"Downside, it needs to be on Christmas eve for the luck to work, so you're gonna have to wait a little." You looked down at him with a somewhat sorry expression, telling him about these traditions and then making him wait.

"But, I have another one that we could do today!" You announced with a grin and you swear you saw his eyes light up. Even just a little.

"I'm all ears, sweetheart."

"We always called it a 'Light walk'. As the name suggests, we take a walk around the neighborhoods at night and look at all the lights and decorations that people have set up. It's gonna be even better because it snowed. What do you think?" You pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

"I think,"he started, getting up from his place in your lap and settling down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "that sounds perfect." He ended it with a whisper close to your ear before kissing your cheek. With a wide smile, you cuddled closer to his side.

"Just don't throw a snowball in my face again, alright?"

"I'll think about it." You grinned.

"Minx."

"You love me."

He hummed in response, letting himself fall on top of you. Leon buried his face in your chest. You were tied down. There was no way you would move now. Not that you wanted to.

"And you love me. Which is why you're gonna let me take a nap on my favorite pillow." He mumbled, eyes falling shut. You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"I'll wake you when the lights are on." You whispered lovingly, tracing patters on his back. The two of you sunk into the softness of the couch, enveloped by the warm blanket that was your love.

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The sun had set, and you were out and about with Leon. Hand in hand you were walking down the snowy lanes of your neighborhood, illuminated by the plethora of Christmas lights your holiday enthusiastic neighbors had put up. You could see the faintest hint of stars speckled on the indigo night sky, accompanied by the glow of the moon.

"You look beautiful in the moonlight." Leon broke you out of your silence, his voice was soft, and the underlying tone of adoration was hard to miss. "Thank you, baby. So do you." You smiled sweetly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

To say Leon was caught off guard would've been an understatement. He'd never been called beautiful before. He didn't know what to feel. Flattered, shy, embarrassed?

"I- um.. Thank.. you?" He stuttered, his cheeks red. He quickly looked away and cleared his throat.

"No need to be shy. You are pretty. The prettiest, actually."

"Baby-"

"The prettiest of the prettiest." You giggled, seeing him swallow. You couldn't get enough of him like this, the stoic and cold Leon Kennedy was blushing because you called him pretty.

"I think that title goes to you." He smirked. Seemed like he got a hold of his cockiness again. Now, it was your turn to be all flustered.

"Hey, why are you turning this on me-"

"The prettiest girl I've ever seen." He said lowly, his hands stopping you from walking any further as they firmly grabbed your waist. Your eyes widened before a small pout settled on your lips.

"Shut up and watch the lights!" You huffed, still very obviously flustered. Leon laughed before taking a hold of your hand again and continuing your way around the neighborhood.

Some houses had a string of lights or two running along them, others were completely decked in bright, blinking lights and obnoxious inflatable Santas and snowmen. Doors and windows were adorned by green garlands with red ornaments as well as delicate golden decorations.

One of the first houses you'd passed was decorated in every color, cheesy and somewhat tacky decor littered the front yard and the house. A long cable ran across the yard, powering a projector, which made little snowflakes happily dance over the side of the house. "Jesus, those lights are burning holes into my retinas." You complained, holding a hand in front of your eyes to soothe the sting the blue light inflicted on you.

"I think the Santa in swim trunks and a cocktail makes up for it, though." Leon grinned, gesturing to the inflatable Santa that was slightly swaying in the breeze, a pair of sunglasses on his face and a very classic cocktail in a coconut shell in his hand.

"That's not any good if I'm blind, Leon!"

The next house was quite the opposite of the obnoxiously, retina-burning decorated place you'd seen just moments ago. It was so elegantly lit up, very subtle stars and reindeer sculptures were placed in a scene in front of the house. It was eye catching, to the say the least. The homeowner had very obviously put a lot of effort into carefully arranging their decorations. The soft light emitted from the lights cast a golden shimmer on the blanket of snow covering the grass.

There was a big tree as well, dusted in white flakes. A delicate string of lights was wrapped around it, with a beautiful star at the top. A very classic and chic approach to Christmas decorations.

"I like this one. Reminds me of how you decorate." Leon said quietly before cracking a small smile and glancing over the sweet reindeer sculptures. The golden glow looked like a sparkling treasure in his blue eyes. A sea of emotions that was yours to discover. "M'glad you like how I decorate." You smiled softly, admiring his side profile while your arm was hooked into his.

"I like everything you do." Leon had the gentlest look on his face. His brows were pulled together in admiration. He did like how you decorated. It was so you. Regardless, you'd asked for his opinion and thought, which now made it uniquely us as Leon had called it, making your heart skip a beat. Us really had a nice ring to it.

"Look," he pointed to a doe and buck standing next to eachother, "It's us." He chuckled. The two light figures were placed under the shelter of the tree, intwined in an affectionate manner.

"Aw, Leon!" Tiny tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes as you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tight.

"That's the loveliest thing anyone has ever said to me." You whispered, the smile on your face evident in your voice.

"I can say something even lovelier, you know." Leon spoke softly, his arms holding you against him. "Hm, what?" You asked curiously, hiding your face in his warm chest to hide from the cold. He gently tilted your head up to look at him. Leon was holding you so softly, like you were a delicate glass ornament.

"I love you."

Holy shit. Your eyes widened and your mouth slightly fell agape as you processed what he had said. You hadn't said the dreaded L-word yet. Not in a million years had you expected him to say it first. You could feel your heart swell as if it would jump from your ribcage any second and let itself be cradled in Leon's loving embrace.

You snapped out of your lovestruck trance when you saw him getting antsy. His brows were slightly scrunched together, the corners of his mouth dropped slightly, and he began stroking his thumb over your jaw to distract himself. He was scared shitless.

You weren't saying or doing anything. Was he moving too fast? But he couldn't hold it in anymore, no matter how hard he tried. He had never said this to anyone. Never been this vulnerable around anyone but you. His chest was constricting with anxiety. Leon's thoughts were running amok, conjuring all kinds of different scenarios. Like, what if-

"I love you too."

The heavy Boulder that lay on his chest was shattered by the softness of your voice. He could see the sheen of tears in your eyes and how your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth as to not break into a fit of excitement.

Leon let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. Without another word, he pulled you flush against his chest and laid his head in the crook of your neck, smiling against your skin.

"I love you. Let's go home." He whispered, pressing a kiss just below your ear.

The snow accompanied the two of you as you walked back to your warm home. Leon pampered you with kisses and sweet murmurs through the rest of the evening, and you held him as he fell asleep, telling him just how much you truly loved him.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

"Sweetheart, I know this is important to you, but you're holding up the aisle and it's in the middle of the Christmas rush-"

"I almost got it, I swear! I just need to find the perfect one." You mumbled, standing in the produce aisle. Your field of vision was entirely red as you scanned through the piles of pomegranates. It was the 23rd, and you still needed the fruit for tomorrow evening. You had done the remaining holiday shopping days before, but the pomegranate needed to be fresh.

And here you were, biting at the inside of your cheek while being bumped by stressed parents and shopping carts as you tried to pick out the perfect fruit. It needed to be perfect.

"Honey-"

"I almost got it!" You said nervously, glacing over to see the pushing look of your boyfriend and the displeased faces of many holiday-stressed people.

"C'mon, where are you.." you muttered to yourself, eyes flitting over the shiny heaps of fruit. Your gaze landed on a slightly lumpy pomegranate, it looked vaguely like a heart. That's the one, you thought.

This was your perfect. It wasn't about looking for the roundest, most symmetrical or shiny one. It was about the one that spoke to you. It was unique, you liked it. Your hand quickly darted forward and grabbed it before slithering through the crowds of people to get back to Leon.

"Got it!" You announced proudly, showing off the pomegranate to Leon.

"Good. It's perfect." He smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. He gently guided you through the store with a hand gently placed on your lower back.

"That grandma behind you was about to jump at your throat." He chuckled.

"She's just jealous I got the best pomegranate."

"I'm sure that's it, Babe."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Leon almost stumbled down the stairs of your apartment building, that's how eagerly your were dragging him with you. You were all cuddled up for the cold, in one hand you held the fruit you had acquired yesterday, and in the other you tightly held his.

"Slow down, Baby." He said, trying not to trip and fall into you.

"It's so exciting, hurry!"

He had to admit, although there was the hazard of falling down the stairs and spending Christmas in the hospital, your unbridled excitement made him smile. He sometimes doubted whether you liked, not loved, him.

He knew you loved him with all that you were, but did you like him as a person? He felt ashamed of those thoughts, he didn't want to doubt you. You were his everything, his world, his light. But the way you were so excited to do this with him made the doubt fizzle away. All you'd do was throw a fruit on the ground, yet you acted like it would be the event of the century.

It made his heart beat stronger, he felt giddy, like a teenager. He never had the chance to have a classic high-school sweethearts romance, but you made your relationship feel exactly like that, and he loved you that much more for it.

The cold hit his face when you stormed out the front door with him in tow. You picked a nice spot, not too secluded but also not too in the way as to not make as big of a mess.

"Alright. Okay. Are you ready?" You asked him, holding out the pomegranate. The puzzled look on his face prompted you to explain further.

"I want you to do it."

"But it's your tradition."

"The person who breaks it gets a little extra luck. I want you to have it." You smiled softly, pressing the fruit into his palm.

He would address the chaos of emotions inside of him later, for he feared if he did now he wouldn't be able to hold back. He was caught off guard. You wanted him to have the extra luck.

You could've kept that to yourself, hell, even if you had told him before he still would've encouraged you to be the one to break it. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to ignore the sting of tears in his eyes. "Are- Are you sure?"

You nodded encouragingly, giving his wrist a gentle squeeze. You pulled your hands away, giving him room to throw the pomegranate, but he gentle grabbed your hand and placed it on the other side of the fruit.

"Together?" He had a hopeful smile on his face.

"Together."

With both of you having a hold of the pomegranate, you threw it on the ground. It hit the concrete and cracked into two halves, some of the seeds spilling out on the ground.

Leon took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as you both watched the lights reflect in the crimson flesh of the fruit. The little seeds shimmered like rubies.

"You think we'll have double extra luck now?" Leon smirked. You giggled, squeezing his hand.

"I don't know. I guess we'll have to see just how lucky we get, hm?"

"I couldn't get any luckier." He said softly, pulling you into him and pressing a passionate kiss on your soft lips. They fit perfectly against his, moving in sync. Your arms wrapped around him as he slightly dipped you, making you gasp. He swallowed the sound and could feel you smiling against his lips.

"I love you, Leon."

"I love you ,too, Baby."

The glittery snowflakes cascaded upon the two of you, painting a perfect scene. Your hearts were full, so were your arms. Of eachother, the one you held so dear. The moon and stars shone down on you, sealing your love.

You were filled with warmth and joy, but most importantly, with Tradition and Love.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

I hope you like it, @vampkennedy <3

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Send That Picture Promise I'm A Keep It | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: Fluff, sexting, masturbation (m.)

Summary: What’s it like texting when your husband is a really busy athlete?

A/N: Hello, everyone! I’ve been trying to finish up all my old requests before I get to the new ones. I was actually supposed to post this May 5th, and its now June, oops. I’ve seen all your prompts for the new Kylian smut, and I love all your ideas. I’ll try my best to get them done because for once I have nothing to this summer except find a job, lmao. I swear having a job ready for when you graduate is not easy at all. Uni should’ve prepared us better for the post-grad life. Anyways, as always don’t forget to like, comment, and repost! Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

Kylian: bébé

Kylian: bébééé

Kylian: bééébééé

Kylian: béééébéééééééééé

Kylian: Arrête de m’ignorer 😢 (stop ignoring me)

Kylian: jte veux (i want you)

Kylian: j besoins de toi (i need you)

Kylian: envoie t seins (send your tits)

The incessant buzzing of your phone that was conveniently located in your back pocket was proving to bea major distraction as you were trying your best to follow what your boss was trying to say. You knew who it was without even having to look, the culprit - a certain brown-eyed professional athlete who was called away on international duty.

While you wished you could be there to cheer him on as France played against Gibraltar in Faro, you were unfortunately tied up at work as you had to deal with an important client. As a divorce lawyer, you were constantly surprised to learn just how selfish and idiotic some people could be. You’d think a firefighter would be too busy trying to save people to have two mistress with three children each. Alas, humanity never failed to disappoint. To add fuel to the fire, this particular client absolutely refused to comprise on anything and insisted that he still loved his wife despite being a piece of shit.

Seeing all these cases, you were grateful that Kylian wasn't like that. To be honest, in the beginning of your relationship, you were very self-conscious as footballers were known to be cheaters. A few people (who were no longer in your life) warned you that your husband would inevitably turn out like most people in his profession and leave you for a model. Kylian, on the other hand, turned out to be nothing like that. He was consistently loving, truthful, and patient with you. The media's attempts to tear your relationship apart still pained you deeply, especially the heartbroken look in Kylian's eyes as you shouted at him, accusing him without even giving him a chance to explain.

But returning to the present, your boss finally released you from the conversation as her secretary reminded her that her husband was waiting on the line. Your boss, an intimidating woman whom you respected greatly, was the only one who hired you straight after graduation, despite most law firms turning you away. You suspected they viewed you as nothing more than a trophy wife destined to retire after having a few kids. Céleste Beauregard was the only one who gave you a chance, and for that you would be eternally grateful.

Walking back to your desk, you pull out your phone and look at the messages Kylian send you. Letting out a snort at his antics, you reply.

You: t’a pas un match à jouer toi? (don’t you have a match to play?)

Kylian: c koi le rapport bb?? (what’s the correlation baby??)

You: tu c ke chui au travail kyky (you know I’m at work kyky)

Kylian: allez bb juste une photo 🥺 (cmon baby its just one picture)

You: ds t rêve (in your dreams)

Kylian: fais pas ca (don’t do this)

Kylian: arrête de faire ta difficile (stop being so difficult)

You: t un gros pervert Mbappé 🤢 (you’re a big pervert Mbappé)

You: j d’autres choses à faire ds la vie ke de t’envoyer d pics de mes seins franchement (I have better things to do than send you pics of my tits seriously)

You: t’a pas déjà d pics? (don’t you already have some?)

Kylian: j’en veux d fresh svp (I need new ones pls)

You: tu m’énerve (you’re annoying)

In moments like these, you couldn't help but appreciate having a private office with tinted glass. Glancing around cautiously to ensure no one was present, you carefully unbuttoned your dress shirt, unveiling a seductive, lacy red push-up bra. With one hand, you delicately squeezed your breasts together, your cheeks flushed crimson as you quickly snap a picture and send it to him.

Buttoning your shirt, you feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation, as you nervously bit your lip, holding your breath as you observed the three blinking dots in your message thread. You couldn't help but giggle at doing something so risky at your workplace.

Kylian: putain bb chui bandé 🤤 (fuck bb i’m hard)

Kylian: si tt là ça serait parti en branlette espagnole 😏 (if you were here I would’ve fucked your tits)

You: t dégeulasse 🙄 (youre disgusting)

Kylian: tu m’aimes pareille ❤️ (you love me tho)

You: vrm pas (not really)

You: envoie moi t seins toi (you send me your tits)

Kylian: jpeux tenvoyer qq chose de mieux 😘 (i’ll send you something better)

Your heart raced with anticipation, a symphony of palpitations echoing in your chest, as you waited impatiently for your husband to send you a picture of himself.

As the picture popped up, you felt liquid heat pool in your panties as your breathing deepened looking at the nude Kylian had sent you.

The dim lights showed his hand wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock. Your gaze was fixated on the engorged head of his member, a vibrant hue of crimson, as a drop of precum bubbled on top. You could feel yourself throbbing as you feasted on the photo. Waves of pleasure surged through your core, causing your body to pulse with an insatiable hunger.

You: merde kyky ta pas le droit de m’envoyer sa quand tu c ke jpeux rien faire (shit kyky you can’t just send me this when you know i cant do anything about it)

Kylian: enjoy bb 😘

You: ??

You looked at his message confused, not really sure what he meant. A few minutes later, he sends you a video that ignited a blush so intense it flushed the very roots of your hair.

In the video, he moved with tantalizing slowness, his strong, veiny arms caressing his length with deliberate, seductive strokes. Each movement of his arm drove your senses ablaze. The air around you thickened with the sound of his sinful moans, weaving a symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down your spine.

Your eyes were fixated on the mesmerizing sight, unable to tear themselves away from the erotic scene playing on your small screen. Your breath hitched as he swiped a bead of precum, his fingers glistening with the essence of his desire.

It was when a primal groan escaped his soft, pink lips with the sound of your name on the tip of his tongue that sent a blast of ecstasy through your body, electrifying every nerve ending with longing.

Unable to contain the building heat within you, you instinctively pressed your thighs together, seeking relief from the persistent throbbing that radiated from your slick core.

The video was two minutes long, and you were burning up so fast. As you continued to watch the captivating video, your senses became heightened, every nuance and detail etching itself into your memory. The sheer eroticism of the scene, the raw sensuality exuding from his every movement, unleashed a whirlwind of desire within you.

With every gasp and moan that escaped his lips, you felt the reverberations deep within your core. His sinful utterance of your name was like a symphony of passion, intertwining with the symphony of your racing heart.

As his fingers swept across his velvety skin, spreading the intoxicating precum, the ache between your thighs intensified. The throbbing in your core demanded attention, aching for release. The tension built, and with every second, you grew closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

It was almost a bittersweet torment, because as much as the video set aflame your desire for him, it also intensified the ache of longing for his physical presence. With a final, lingering stroke, the video came to an end, leaving you breathless and craving more.

You: t vrm cruel kyky (you’re so cruel kyky)

Kylian: 😘😘 mmmhhh jte vois samedi? (mmmhhh see you saturday?)

You: non, viens mtn 🥺 (no, come now)

You: jte veux trop (i need you too much)

Kylian: hahah, tu c ke jpp princesse (hahah you know i can't princess)

Kylian: mais jvai marquer un but pour toi bb (but i’ll score a goal for you bb)

You: t mieux ❤️ 🙄 (you better)

You: jtm booboo ❤️ (ily booboo)

Kylian: jtm fort mon coeur ❤️ (ily so much my heart)

You: tu veux que je t’amène qq chose bb? Je c ke tu vas rester à l'hôtel avant le match au stade (do you want me to bring you something bb? I know you’re staying at a hotel before game at the stadium?)

Kylian: ouii, t seins 🤤 (yess, your boobs)

You: ugh bye 🙄

Your playful exasperation was evident as you bid farewell to the teasing suggestion. The exchange left a lingering sense of anticipation and passion in the air, as you both were eagerly waiting to see each other again. The thought of being in his arms, of holding him and kissing him, made you long for him so bad. Looking at the time, you quickly packed your stuff and rushed home, excited to be with him.

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pancakes4two · 1 year

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back with a little blurb about our fav family! let me know what you think!!!

MASTERLIST | TALK TO ME

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yourinstagram some outtakes…

first pic was when we first found out we were pregnant🥺 time has flown by so quick i can’t believe that our sweet boy is in our arms now!!!

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pillowpersonpp We love you mumma!

gemmastyles TBT to H calling me fully hysterical because he was so excited to be a dad

yourinstagram the best day… he should be glad i’m not exposing him with all the vids i took

harryfan3 NO Y/N RELEASE THE VIDS

harrystan5 this makes me cryyyyyyy it’s so clear that he’s finally getting to be what he’s always wanted to be

kendalljenner motherhood looks so beautiful on you

harryflorals Just gonna ask for everyone… will you please adopt all of us?

harryfan ^ what harryflorals said

harrystan ^^^ !!!

harryfan1 DADRRY DADRRY DADRRYYYYY

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram there’s a new baby on board @ harry’s house!

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gemmastyles Ok I’m crying this is positively adorable

yourinstagram beau kept reaching for that cardboard cutout of h and he wouldn’t stop babbling at it 😭😭😭 i think he really thought it was his dad

harrystyles But he started crying when I picked him up later? Rude.

yourinstagram idk what to say babe ur getting out-dadded by cardboard

anthonypham beau bear!!!

yourinstagram 🧸🧸🧸🧸

harrystan2 WAIT HUH THEY’RE AT THE LATAM SHOWS?

harryfan7 no one’s seen them around tho i think they’re staying inside for the most part and watching the shows from backstage for privacy reasons

harryfan3 don’t you think he’s too young to be going on tour with h…

harrystan5 girl be serious

harryfan4 i’m pretty sure y/n and harry know what’s best for THEIR son😭 not some random stranger on the internet

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voguemagazine This is the world through Harry Styles’ eyes.

VOGUE, NOVEMBER 2022 COVER.

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harryfan1 HELLO WHAT

harrystan ur telling me this man had the time to raise his newborn son, go on tour, and shoot another vogue cover?!?!

harryfan2 DOES HE SLEEP EVER

harryfan3 “this is the world through harry styles’ eyes” omg what’s this going to be i’m so excitedddddd

harryfan4 what if it’s like a collection of pictures taken by him 😭😭😭😭 I’D SIMPLY DIE

voguemagazine

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vogue Excerpts from our November cover with Harry Styles. Read the full story online at vogue.com.

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harrystan7 these pics just proving that he views the world so beautifully

harryfan1 i’ll never get over the fact that i wasn’t at that show

harryfan2 just when i thought it wasn’t possible to love him more

yourinstagram 🫶

yourinstagram for the record, beau’s fav song is indeed sweet creature

harrystan beau has taste!

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HUSH - HS INSTAGRAM POSTS.

Summary: Your the opening act for Harry on tour and maybe other things are happening off the stage.

A/N: this is my first post, I’m so excited to see what these two get up to 👀

FC: Maggie Lindemann but you can imagine whoever.

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yourinstagram Tokyo Night Two. You were a dream. I love you all. Now it’s time to rest for a few months. Thank you for letting me open for your amazing tour, H 🖤✨

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ynfan3 YOU WERE SO GOOD !!!!!!

ynfan7 I wish I was there 😭😭😭

ynfan2 THAT! DRESS !!!!!! ABSOLUTELY!

harrystyles 🖤

cuterry OMG HARRY?!

daydreamrry BESTIESSSSS 😭😭😭

pillowpersonpp ANGEL BABY 🤍

harry_lambert what’s 4+4? ATE!!! ✨

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Tokyo II. March, 2023.

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harryfan5 I LOVE YOU!

daylightrry BESTIES SUPPORTING BESTIES 😭

yourinstagram SO MUCH LOVE FOR YOU H XX

ynfan2 I still can’t believe she’s touring with him! I’m so happy for her 😭🥹

annetwist Smashed it, as always, both of you 🤍

harryfan4 I LOVE THIS 🥹

satelliterry so supportive I’m sobbing.

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harryupdates Harry and Y/N in Tokyo this morning after a party!

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grapejuicerry HIS WINGS IM SOBBING WHSKSJA

matildarry I love them so bad 😭😭

ynfan2 her umbrella to keep them both dry 😭

harryfan23 a pair of besties 🥺

ynfan56 I hope they had fun

harryfan45 me too, hope these are the only pap photos, let them enjoy it, they deserve it!

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ynupdates Y/N seen leaving the gym in LA just a few minutes after good friend Harry Styles!

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esnyrry I just KNOW they listen to 1D together and work out 😭

ynfan43 MOM AND DAD IKTR

harryfan24 they’re both so hot without trying 🥵

harryfan67 they’re still hanging out? Didn’t tour break like a month ago?

ynfan34 friends can hang out 🤷‍♀️

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yourinstagram Thank You for having me Billboard 🖤

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harry_lambert YOU ARE THE MOMENT 🤍🖤

ynfan59 MOTHER IS MOTHERING !!!!!

harryfan21 Harry liked 😭🥹

harris_reed ANGEL BABY 🥹

pillowpersonpp SMOKIN HOT DAMN 🥵

harryupdates APPARENTLY H IS THERE ALSO!

softrry SCREAMINGGGG OJWDISIA

harryfan35 NO WAY?!

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harryupdates Harry leaving the Billboard Women In Music Awards After Party Early This Morning!

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matildarry HES SO SUPPORTIVE OF Y/N 😭🤍

ynfan89 I love them so much.

harryfan34 are they dating?

harryfan23 no, just friends!

ynfan45 I hope they had a good time 🥺

harryfan90 PARENTS! LOVE MY PARENTS! 😭😭

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myfictionaldreams · 1 year

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Hiii I Hope it’s alright if I also ask you about your mafia stucky series? If not please ignore me 🥺

Steve and Bucky seems always so caring but did they ever said something that wasn’t nice or even regret saying (to her or one of them) ?

I don’t think it would happen often, they are always so cautious around you, never bringing home their stresses from work or if they were frustrated, they could take it out on each other, but never on you.

But sometimes, in your idle pondering with your daily tasks, you hadn’t noticed the clenched jaw, fast breathing in a tense state if something had agitated them.

This morning, Steve was sitting at his laptop at the kitchen island, typing furiously to the emails that didn’t seem to stop bombarding him. It was supposed to be his day off and yet these assholes were still asking him stupid questions. Bucky had offered from where he stood leaning against the wall on his phone, to answer them for Steve but he was waved off, it was just easier if Steve got on with it.

So when you came down to make breakfast, looking through the empty cupboards, you were casually asking questions to both of your boyfriends without a second thought. “What do you want for breakfast? I can cook something or order in? What would you prefer? Steve?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him

“What?” he asks, a frown etched deep on his face, as he didn’t look away from the screen.

“I was just wondering what you wanted for breakfast, there's cereal, or I can go to the shop and cook you something nice-”

“I don’t fucking know! I can’t think right now. Do whatever you want”, he snaps, not looking away from the screen, so pent in his work that he hadn’t realised just who he was speaking to.

Bucky’s head snapped up at his tone, even though Steve was his boss and best friend, there was no way he was letting him speak to you like that as he shouted, “Hey! Don’t fucking talk to her like that”.

It was Steve’s turn to look up, his eyes quickly looking at Bucky and then to you, seeing you staring at him with wide eyes, mouth open from your innocent questioning, shoulders dropped in shame.

“Shit baby”, Steve ran his hand angrily through his hair, never meaning to talk to you in that way, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean that”, Steve stood from his stool, walking towards you but stopping a couple of steps away, his entire body sagging in defeat, blue eyes searching your face, begging for forgiveness.

You’re looking at your feet now, biting your lip as anxiety tumbled through your stomach, you knew he didn’t mean to snap at you but either way, it still hurt all the same. “It’s alright”, you mumble, swallowing harshly the lump in your throat, turning around to pretend to look through the cupboards for breakfast so you could hide your face from him.

Steve sighed, wiping a hand over his face, feeling like shit, risking a glance as Bucky who was still looking like he was going to walk over and punch him but was holding back, instead shaking his head instead, and nodding towards you, telling Steve to hurry up and make it up to you.

Steve stepped up behind you fully, arms coming around to grasp your wrists and pulling them to the front of your body so he could wrap you in a tight hug, his face nuzzling into your neck. “It’s not alright, I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’d never fucking mean to talk like that to you. I’m so sorry”.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his warmth, taking a second before resting your head back against his shoulder, giving him more room to kiss against your neck. You were a sensitive person, all three of you knew that so it didn’t take much to upset you but it also meant that you forgave even quicker, turning your head to kiss his cheek, “It’s ok Steve, I know work has been bad today. I forgive you”. Turning more in his arms, your fingers stroked across his stubble, pulling him down for a peck before hugging him tightly, arms around his neck.

He sighed into the embrace and you could tell he needed it in more than one day, letting the two of you sway on the spot for a minute before he pulled away, kissing your temple. “Let me make you breakfast, I’m sure I can find something here to make you”, he offered, looking into the open cupboard and seeing the bare minimum.

Bucky walked over to the laptop behind the two of you, “Take her out and apologise to her properly, I’ll answer these, have the day together”.

Steve sighed again but with a relieved tone, “Thanks Buck”.

So I would say, it was rare that the boys did anything to upset you or say the wrong thing but when they did, the boys were swift to call the other out with your best interests as their priority.

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For the sleepover!!

What about something like reader helping Harry paint his nails and vice versa? Just random kisses, accidentally spilling nail polish and taking hours to choose colours🥺🥺

✰ boyfriend!harry no warnings.

“You’re killing me, darling,” Harry calls from the living room. “Just wanna get pampered, what’s taking you so long?” You laugh to yourself at his melodramatics, as you finish gathering all the things you need to pamper him properly.

“I’m coming!” You call back, voice playfully annoyed.

Harry is sitting cross-legged on the sofa with his head resting on the back whilst he waits for you. When you plonk yourself down next to him, he rolls his head in your direction and flashes you smile. “Finally.” He wiggles his fingers that rest on his knees.

“Come on then, Mr. Impatient. Turn to me.” You bring your legs up too and you sit facing him, mirroring one another. Harry leans in quickly and captures your mouth in a sweet kiss. When he pulls back with an exaggerated mwah!, you can’t help but let out a giggle. Holding his hands you ask, “What colours do you want?” gesturing to the makeup bag full of nail polishes sat between you.

As he tries to decide, you focus on cleaning up his cuticles—a process that Harry begrudgingly lets you do (“Do you really need to bother?” to which you sigh and say, “Do you want me to do your nails or not?”). “I’m not good at picking,” he mumbles, free hand rummaging and making the glass clink together.

“Well you have ten fingers,” you point out. “So lots of opportunity.”

He frowns, “Hey, don’t make fun of me. This is a hard choice…” he pauses when he finds a soft shade of green. “I think this would look really pretty on you.”

You hum, agreeing. “I do like that colour.”

Suddenly he sits up straighter. “Can I paint yours, actually? I wanna put this on you,” he asks, eyes apologetic as you stop your ministrations on his cuticles.

“What’s the rush? I can do yours first, if you like.”

“I’ll mess them up,” Harry admits sheepishly.

So you end up treating your own nails first, cleaning them up whilst Harry sets the green polish aside and continues trying to pick colours for himself. His painting process isn’t as professional as yours, he’ll admit—having to clean up mistakes on nearly every nail. But he refrains from commenting on it, and you find his concentration rather endearing; the way he’s taking so much care over it, holding your hand daintily in his large palm. The seafoam green dries pretty on your nails—you think about the way it matches Harry’s eyes.

And when he’s finished, he sits back looking ever so proud, it makes you lean over and sponge your lips to his. Harry melts into you for a moment but then parts with a gasp—

“—Careful baby, I put my heart and soul into this paintjob!” Despite having nearly let a green drip stain your knee during his process.

You smile, pushing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I know. Thank you, I love them.”

“My turn now?” Harry can’t hide his excitement. He’s chosen a tender lilac that you already know will look so delicate on his nails.

You nod. “You only want one colour?” Harry considers it for a moment, and then picks up the green he’s just used on you.

“Maybe I’ll have this on my middle and ring fingers.” You smile, nodding again, and Harry captures your mouth in his as you both grin against each other. There’s nothing particular about this moment that has your hearts all mushy—maybe just the complete solace with one another.

“Okay,” you pull away slowly, “hands to yourself now, H, this is a serious operation.”

Harry gives you a small salute before you pull his hand into your own, unscrewing the polish and starting to paint the lilac onto his thumb. He watches you with his face resting in his other hand, wide-eyed and smitten; his turn now to admire the concentration on your face and your much-less-messy application.

Once you’ve finished with one hand and silently ask for his other, Harry leans in, muttering. “Kiss first.” You sigh but kiss him easily, careful to keep ahold of his freshly painted hand so he doesn’t thread it into your hair (he’s done it before).

And maybe you get lost in kisses for longer than anticipated but Harry is sure to have his other hand painted like the spoiled princess you claim him to be.

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