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merci-bitch · 2 years ago

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Chessy x fem!reader

Warning(s): NSFW, hint of jealousy

I would just like to say, that I’m so incredibly thankful for all of you ! And for the fact that we’ve hit 1k. It’s crazy! Never thought it would happen, so thank you lord and lots xx

An update on all the other “big” fics. I’ve fallen sick again, seems like after the vaccines for covid my immune system has just disappeared. But there is one big Lesso fic on the way!

Again thank you all for being patient and so sweet xx

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- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Chessy would perhaps make you something quick to eat. Have you sit and watch her as she does. She’d be very soft, laughing. Smiley. Her hair ruffed up, and not a care in the world. Her hugs are the best in the world. She would make sure you drink water, at least 3/4 of the glass. Give you a kiss on the cheek and have you cuddle up close to her in bed.

- Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Chessy’s smile is everything. It lightens up the room. It’s your favourite thing about her, other than her cooking. She doesn��t wear form fitting clothes and it is rare when she wears a dress but her smile has always been your favourite.

- Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

She isn’t as dirty as many other characters but she does like to kiss you, either after she’s gone down on your or the other way around.

- Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She had a dream once that she took you on the kitchen counter. Quite spontaneously.

- Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Chessy has experience, but she doesn’t have a whole package of it. You might even be the first woman she’s with. But Chessy is Chessy, she’s willing to learn everything.

- Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

I have a feeling she likes to sit against the headboard with you between her legs. Your back to her front. Her hand doing wonders between your legs as she spreads kisses across your shoulder and neck.

- Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Chessy’s very playful. She’d perhaps start to tickle you out of nowhere. Always.

- Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

She trims it every now and then, don’t really think she cares that much for it.

- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Chessy is a hopeless romantic. She loves going on picnics and loves making you dinner. Surprises you on anniversaries with the help of Hallie. Takes you on small trips. She loves you with her whole heart. You sometimes watch romcomes on TV, she loves them. Cries watching them too.

So on anniversaries or even birthdays she makes it extra special. If ya know what I mean 👀

- Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It’s a normal thing so I think she does it, but not as often since she’s got you. And she doesn’t really care for it anymore either. But since her room is close to Hallie’s , it doesn’t happen a lot.

- Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Don’t think she has that many,

Perhaps a little orgasm denial, teasing, tickling, biting, a little hair pull, praise kink, perhaps a little food play?

- Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bed. 100%. If anywhere else it’s a risk and you’d have to be alone. If she’s got her own bathroom with a bathtub, then maybe yes for a little more romantic aspect. But mostly her bed, unless your out for a romantic picnic 👀

- Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Chessy is very loving and just seeing you laughing or playing around with Hallie or Sammy makes her heart ache. Just knowing your happy and smiling is enough.

Since Chessy is very playful, she’d send a cheeky smile your way and wink at you. She has a smile that could leave you weak at your knees.

- NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doing anything you wouldn’t like. Doing anything outside of the bedroom. Anal, threesomes.

- Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

I don’t think she minds either, but she loves to have you pressed against her as she moves her hand between your legs. Loves when she’s able to see you when she goes down on you. How your eyes just sparkle.

But if you decide to go down on her, well. You treat her so well.

- Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I wouldn’t really call it rough, more of a gentle way. Perhaps a little faster if she’s desperate but not rough.

- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Could happen, maybe. She wakes up early in the morning to make breakfast for the Parkers and so she might take a shower before she gets ready. You sometimes sneak in and join her. One thing might lead to another…👀

- Risks (game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

She’s not the biggest risk taker, doesn’t mind being a little more playful outside of the bedroom but prefers it all stays in there for comfort.

- Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Chessy is a champ. She can a good few rounds. She laughs whenever you nearly fall asleep afterwards. Teasing you about how she’s better than you. Usually ends up in another round trying to prove her wrong.

- Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Mhm, idk. Perhaps a single vibrator from when she was alone, but I think that’s it.

- Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s not that unfair, but she is quite teasing.

- Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

If you’re lucky to be home alone, she can be quite loud, perhaps not screaming loud, but enough to be heard throughout the house.

- Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

One time, in those 8 weeks where Meredith came along. She had eyes for you even though she “loved” Nicky. She would give you lingering touches and those plastered smiles. It would drive Chessy insane. You might have needed a little reminder not to let her do these things to you.

You found it funny Chessy got a little jealous. More like protective. She wasn’t very found of Meredith and she didn’t need to tell you how Nicky was wrong about this, how much of a fool he was, but she certainly didn’t need to have that lady coming after you.

- X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

On special occasions there might be soft lace involved but others wise it’s just normal matching underwear.

- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s fairly normal, during stress seasons it might rise.

- ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She falls asleep with you in her arms. You usually fall asleep first from her playing with your hair. Chessy doesn’t mind staying up a little longer watching you.

#parent trap #Chessy x reader #lisa ann walter

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multimilfs · 2 years ago

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Chessy x Fem!Reader: Operation 'Chunky Man'

Summary: Chessy + 150 — “Stop distracting me.”

Prompts found here!

AO3

A/N: This was really fun. My favorite thing about Chessy is just how much she means to the Parker family and how involved she is, so I couldn't write a fic without including Annie and Hallie!! I hope you all enjoy it!

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Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix @escapetodreamworld

Warning(s): None

“I have eyes on the target. Over.”

“Copy that, Big Bear. Can you make contact? Over.”

“I think I can, Red One. Over.”

“Red Two, are you in position? Over.”

“Red Two is in position. Over.”

“Good. Operation Chunky Man is a go. Big Bear, you are free to make contact with the target. Just keep in contact with the team. Over.”

“Copy that, Red One.”

You shove the mini walkie-talkie into your back pocket and saunter in the back door. Chessy looks up from her place in front of the stove and smiles, Sammy laying at her feet. The smell of chili and cornbread lingers in the air around you.

“Hey, hon. Did you and the girls have a good day?” Chessy asks.

“We did,” You smile, walking around the island to kiss her cheek, “Hal was a lot more interested in fishing than Annie, but they’re both having fun with the walkie-talkies.”

“I’m glad we let them open them early. They seemed pretty out of it.”

“I think it’s weird for them to have both Nick and Liz gone, even if it's only for a weekend. How was your day?”

You see Annie creeping into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye. Sammy perks up when he sees her, but you shoo her away when Chessy isn’t looking. She rolls her eyes and backs out of the kitchen again.

Upon waking up this morning, Annie and Hallie had been far too glum for your tastes. To see both girls lacking their usual mischievous nature felt like a punch in the gut. So with a little persuasion, you convinced Chessy to let them open one of the gifts you’d both gotten them.

The set of walkie-talkies had been perfect since you were taking them fishing. Being out in the woods, you always felt better having an alternative method of communication. You had even left one with Chessy for the day to be safe.

“I got a lot done. Sammy here even helped, didn’t you, buddy?” Chessy coos and crouches to scratch the dog all over. He accepts the affection willingly, tail wagging a mile a minute.

With Chessy’s back turned, you eagerly rush Annie into the kitchen. She patters softly over to the stove and ladles a few scoops of chili into the bowl sitting on the counter. You grin and wink at her stealth. Chessy has no idea.

Offering a thumbs up back, she quietly begins to walk out of the kitchen, careful not to let the spoons clatter against the side of the bowl. You’re both impressed and concerned at how spy-like she is. Offhandedly, you wonder if Liz ever had any contact with MI6.

“Hold it right there!” Chessy says and you jump.

Somewhere in the few seconds you’d been distracted, Chessy turned, catching the girl red-handed. Your eyes widen. Annie looks like a deer in headlights, looking between you and Chessy.

“We’ve been compromised, go!” You shout and wrap both of your arms around Chessy’s waist.

Annie takes off through the doors and outside where Hallie waits. You’re grateful she’s running outside; some of the chili sloshes out of the bowl when she’s running down the porch steps.

“Go get her, Sammy.” Chessy instructs. The dog takes off and outside, you can hear Annie squeal as he catches up with her, “And you—stop distracting me.”

Chessy turns in your arms and offers up a glare. Unfortunately for her, you can tell there’s nothing behind it, and that she’s holding back a smile of her own. You kiss her cheek.

“Where’s the fun in that, sweetheart?” You ask.

“The ‘fun in that’ is getting to sleep in our bed instead of on the couch.”

“Come on,” You bat your eyelashes, “You wouldn’t really send your poor, sweet partner to sleep on the cold, hard couch now would you?”

“Oh yes I would, Big Bear.”

Your eyes go wide and you gape at her. Her lips finally pull into a mischievous grin. From the back pocket of her jeans, she fishes out a walkie-talkie of her own. You’d forgotten that you’d left one with her when you and the girls ventured into the woods. She heard everything.

So caught up in keeping her distracted, it had slipped your mind. Her oversized denim shirt had completely obscured where it rested in her back pocket.

Clearly beat at your own game, you hold up your hands in defeat. Chessy shakes her head and steals a kiss, lingering for a moment longer than necessary, but pulling back as soon as you try for something more. You pout at the loss.

She holds the walkie-talkie up to her mouth and presses the button, “Girls, come get cornbread to go with your chili. Over.”

Several beats of crackling silence come down the line. If you listen hard enough, you swear you can hear Annie and Hallie squealing out on the swings in the backyard. They had clearly forgotten the same information you had. Your time at the lake had wiped all of your memories, it seemed.

She doesn’t wait for a response and turns back to the stove, ladling out three more bowls; a separate bowl for one of the twins, one for you, and one for herself. You set to work on grabbing drinks and cutting the cornbread. Placing it all neatly on the table, you smile at Chessy’s nod of approval.

You watch her move around the kitchen and smile wistfully. What a woman. When she comes and sets the bowls down, you catch her waist again, kissing her breathless. It surprises her, though not as much as it used to. Chessy hardly hesitates before melting into you.

The two of you spring apart when Sammy barks outside and comes bounding in the back door. He comes to a stop in front of you and waits. Laughing, you make sure to fill his bowl and set it near his water dish.

Chessy is about to summon the twins again when the walkie-talkie crackles and a non-accented voice comes over the channel, “We’re coming now, Chessy. Over.”

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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years ago

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↣ ji changmin as your boyfriend

↳ a/n: hello lovelies! we are back with another headcanon! thank you all so much for your kind words on loving these! i hope you enjoy this one thank you for requesting. if your under the age of 18 do not interact with this post.

↳ genre: fluff, smut, angst

↳ requested? yes

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 818

↳ ji changmin x fem reader

↳ General

the dynamic duo

your own personal photographer

endless selfies together

he’s the type to have a polaroid of you together on the back of his phone case showing it off to everyone proudly

“isn’t my girlfriend so cute?”

he loves it when you kiss his dimple

he once gave you a stuffed giraffe plushie so that in a way he’s always with you whenever he goes on tour for a comeback

he loves it when you have horror movie marathons together

even if it isn’t your favorite movie genre he feels deeply moved that you would watch it with him

plus he always says he would protect you no matter what

definitely the couple to do the chessy halloween costumes

he loves to nibble your ear

he loves it when he catches you dancing in secret to his songs

he’s the type of boyfriend who would let you sip his bubble tea first before drinking it all himself afterwards

please kiss the back of his neck

dates with q usually involve doing something quirky but fun like going to the zoo and seeing the animals together

he secretly loves it when you kiss the corner of his lips

definitely the couple to do a skincare routine together wearing matching headbands

he loves dancing with you to music twirling you around pulling you close giving you a peck on the lips

you two really have the best time together

↳ Fights

not very often but it does happen

unfortunately fights usually happen because of him coming home late from practices and the long distance whenever he has a comeback or is on tour

your super supportive of him being an idol but can’t help but feel lonely sometimes resulting into fights

wouldn’t yell but gives you piercing eyes which makes him look really cold instead of the warm smiling boyfriend he usually is

tends to get in his own head when fighting making the situation worse than what it probably is

your usually the one to apologize first

“i’m sorry, it’s just.. i miss you when you’re not home” you sobbed breaking down in front of him staring at the floor

his eyes soften at you grabbing your wrist pulling you close using his free hand to lift your chin to look up at him

“no, i’m sorry, i’ll try to be home more okay? i don’t want to lose you, i love you so much” he sniffed kissing your tears away

↳ Making Up

so soft he usually makes it up to you by giving you all of his attention

he will lay his head on your lap and play with your hands kissing them

you tend to make up in childish ways like playing games spending quality time together

until he eventually takes you to the bedroom where he then shows how sorry he truly is

↳ Sex

hard dom™

i can’t stress this enough

you know how he can easily go from cute to being fierce on stage? well it’s the same in the bedroom

he loves your neck and collarbones leaving harsh bites on them

loves to suck on your neck leaving hickies marking you so that everyone knows your his

some praise mixed with dirty talk

“are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you how i want?”

he loves to hear you beg for him

mirror sex kink!

would love to fuck you in their practice room

it gets him off knowing how he could see every angle of your body from the reflection

he also wouldn’t mind getting caught

his favorite position is when your on top of him facing each other legs around his waist because he can kiss all the hickies he placed earlier

he also loves to whisper all the things he plans on doing to you in this position

loves cumming deep in your pussy but not for a breeding kink

does it because he loves cum play

wouldn’t be afraid to eat you out after he came in you trying some of his juices

he’ll even finger you to bring some of his cum out of your pussy sticking his fingers in your mouth so that you could taste him

his sex secret is wanting you to bite him back

he likes it when you suck his cock but actually prefers mutual masturbation a tad bit more

he’s in love with your body expect a lot of praise for it

“god, it’s like you were made for me”

↳ Aftercare

he goes back to being the soft squirrel that he is

he’s always a bit worried afterwards because he wants to make sure that he didn’t bite you too hard

once he knows that your okay he’ll give you plenty of face kisses pinching your cheeks

both of you fall asleep at the same time alternating between big and small spoon positions

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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KISMETS.

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and jealousy clićhes.

Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!

Frenemies and dad!harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST LETS TALK! PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor.

"Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them. Harry hates her hormones. Little bitches.

Y/N is carrying a baby for Harry and his girlfriend --- but something went downhill.

Twinkling droplets of crystal rain pelts against the bricked road subsiding harsh noises of surrounding but a nettled groan caught everyone's attention ‐‐‐ stares turning in direction. Have you ever wanted to just disappear under a warm invisible cloak and enjoy the drollery aspects of life without worrying? Because this is what Y/N wants at the moment as she stands under the bus stop shelter with few people beside her and the british showers starts pouring mocking at her for not carrying an umbrella with her.

Everyone leaves when the bus didn't arrive — who remains behind's Y/N huffing and pouting wishing for rain to stop. When it didn't she muttered a 'fuck it' before risking catching a cold and stepping under the pitter patter with her books atop her head for less damage.

Trying to punch in the passcode of society's gate with shivery fingers perhaps it opens before that startling her wet-y self. Similar car drives near her and a head pops in from inside with his big goofy smile and crinkles by his charming eyes, "Ni!" She exclaims pushing away the drippy hair sticking to her lips with her pinky.

"Pet you're gonna catch a cold. Want me to drop ya?" Niall kinda yells over the rain's loudness. She sighs fog whirling infront of her. Shoves her hand in her trench coat's pocket to seek for heat instead it's all icky and drenching.

"No it's just a tiny walk away. I'll manage — call me will tell ya how my class went." She waves him looking at him from her shoulder while rushing away towards the most elegant house in the block. Niall gives her a thumbs up from before getting out of sight and she tries to hop over the puddles of water to make it to doorsteps.

The water she brings from outside pooling at the dark timber floor - it trails behind her past the pink door as she rushes jumpy-ly where the most hot's in the house and apparently it's more than she expected, "ouch. ouch my eyes!!" She screams covering them at the sight of Harry butt naked pinning his girlfriend against the wall near fire place. Her face turning into a tomato at the horrendous raid but she seems pissed and well . . displeased that Y/N ruined a mind boggling orgasm for her.

Before, they could disattach from eachother to unravel their humiliation Y/N jogged up to attic into the guest room slamming her forehead against the door to knock away the embarrassment. She always barges in Harry's house without announcing but sometimes she forgets he isn't alone everytime his girlfriend comes to live by every two weeks (it's his fault too that he never locks the main door as anytime anyone's coming at his place). Changes into clothes she forgets at her visits, tries to dry her hair with a towel that no-more smells like Harry but expensive fabric softeners and has a pep talk for a minute to show herself down infront of them.

Instinctive voices coming from the Kitchen and she pads towards it. They act like nothing happened. Like Harry wasn't dick deep into Chessie moments ago. Harry ushers her to barstool and hands her a cuppa tea moving on with a kiss to her head. It still gives her butterflies even though how many sense awakening scoldings she gave to herself at 3 ams.

"'M sorry." She squeaks with a wavering smile wrapping her palms around the mug. Harry cackles softly brushing the underbelly of his nose as Chessie cordinated the cutlery drawer, "'s okay moppet. we finished our business when ye' left." Y/N almost choked on her hot beverage gulping it down when Chessie shocked gasp throwing little socksies that were laying ontop of the counter at Harry. Are those of toddler? Adam's out of town so there's no way it could be his daughter's socks. Maybe Chessies's one of friend's?

"Should've called me t' pick y'up. Niall was loafin' around too —- wear it you're turnin' blue, pet." He comes back with a swarmy chunky knitted sweater Anne gifted him at his birthday handing it to Y/N and sitting opposite of her pulling Chessie with her wrist into his lap clearing his throat to bring Y/N's attention back from eyeing the socks on the floor. Her eyes flicker between them chest tightening at the love and glow that radiates from Harry when he looks at her.

No. She's not jealous. Mightyyyy bit yeah –- cause she could never be this lucky to have someone as Harry. He's the most caring towards her since ten years been her compass to the home she wanted, her anchor saving her from sinking and the sixth sense of a blind to her. In fact she thinks he's her soulmate and not every soulmates needs to be romantically involved some could watch them growing beautiful in love. Y/N's doing it. Admiring the maturity of his life with the person that truly makes him enough---or she thinks so.

"How was ye'r meditation class?" Harry asks (she took a semester off as she was unable to haul the burden'; Harry convinced her how her health should be her first priority) breaking a cookie in two giving half of it to Chessie who thanks him with a kiss in return, "Was good been feelin' great!" She chirps pulling the sleeves of the sweater that's drenched in cinnamon vanilla-y smell with lingers of what comes of as Chessie's scent. She assumes they cuddled shit loads.

To subside the gnaw in her brain down she finally asks the question pointing at the sock that nobody gave a heed to pick up, they stop chewing looking at eachother to come up with something. Chessie's face distressed knowing Harry wouldn't hide it from Y/N. He tells her everything and sometimes it could be too personal to share.

"Erm. . I bought 'em — 'cos. . " Harry stammers and Y/N smacks her hand atop her mouth avoiding from giving a shocked reaction, "Oh my goodness ye' guys are pregnant!?" It was enough to make Chessie flinch and hike down Harry's lap.

"No! 'S not what ye'r thinkin'." He shakes his head making Y/N confused. "Then you bought it fo' your fingers? Cause that's the only body part it could fit." She teases him to break through the insight tension around and he chuckles shaking his head grabbing Chessie's hand rubbing her knuckles how he used to when Y/N's anxious and over the edge.

"We want to have a family." His words low as he looks at Chessie but she shrugs in return as 'in it is what it is'. Y/N stomach twisted at that. The thought that one day He's gonna have a family of his own and the little bubble that Y/N would be privy to made her throat dry. Because she has no-one despite Harry and he deserves the whole world not just baby keeping Y/N everytime.

"So . .? What's the problem?" She raises her brows looking between them noticing Harry's fingers fiddle with the flower tea mats, "There are complications from Chessie's side." Chessie sighs in disappointment and Y/N ponders over the idea, clocks working and spindling wildly in her mind.

"I could do that for you guys — since I took a semester off --–" She puts the offer nervously and both of their jaws went slack Harry with an adoring grin while Chessie in hitting shock. "--Erm we could go through a traditional surrogacy."

"Are you sure?" Chessie asks squeezing her shoulder and Y/N nodded taking both of their hands, "Anything for ye' guys!" Harry's eyes glossing over and he leaves his spot sprawling his arms calling for her, "Gimme a hug pet. Life saver ye're - we're gonna take care of ye." They group hug tightly and excitedly.

Sometimes actions could speak much more than words because the lies that words hold could ruin the great bondages.

. . .

They went through the medical procedure two days after Her, Harry and Chessie being guided by their acquired doc. She was nervous and sweaty but Harry's presence beside her soothed out any negativity that was building inside her brain. By womb the babies would be Harry's and Y/N but legally Chessie's and Harry. She's just wishing that everything goes alright cause that happiness of them is million worthy to her.

People might call her stupid and brainless for going through sickness, crankiness, back pains and the pain during labour just to give those babies to someone else (she's too afraid to call them her's cause she knows her emotional attachments could be very destructive) but she loves Harry and love makes you do those thingies.

At the moment she's on the toilet seat eyes bolted shut counting threes with the pregnancy test in her wavering fingers. "Please it better work." A squeal of surprise leaves her lungs when her eyes fell over the two positive lines quickly dragging her panties over she tumbled outside where everyone's waiting for her.

"You guys are pregnant!!" Sounds dumb right? She announces loudly. Harry's and Chessie's heads perked up while everyone cheered beers spilling from the rims. She flashed grins to each one of them splitting her gaze away from Harry giving Chessie a celebratory kiss.

"Thank you. Oh my god, love! Can't belive it." Harry held her from shoulders giving her a toothy smile and it puts her off that Chessie didn't say anything just a nod along Harry. "Me too." She breathes out as he leads her to sofa sitting her cautiously. "We'll visit the doctor tommorrow." He reassures popping his head from Sarah's neck as she hugged him tight.

"We're gonna have a little Y/N and Harry running and pooping it's nappies soon." Everyone went silent. A grimace on Y/N and Chessie's face. Niall doesn't know when to shut up does he? Y/N's gonna strangle him alive. Harry laughed out aloud not caring about the thick tension in room, "I'll rip ye'r hair if you'll turn me baby into a golf freak Niall." His baby.

Niall raises his hands in defence, "No guarantees Harold."

. . .

They had a check-up and Y/N indeed's pregnant. Harry's over the moon. Kissing her forehead. Thanking her for millionth time – to the point she told him to let her watch telly in peace and shut up. Chessie bringing her organic vegan dishes that Y/N isn't a fan of but eats nevertheless under Harry's stern gaze. "'S not about them only I want ye' to be healthy too, pet. Can't be selfish now can I?" He'd insist.

When she'd be sick he'd be at her side giving her back rubs while Chessie stood at the doorframe of washroom. Y/N thinks since she's pregnant her womanly instincts has gotten more sharp as she sensed something's off between the pair.

He'd be at her flat early morning waking her up to have a morning walk with him not giving in her grunts and whines. Who'd want to leave their crispy warm bed to just be out in the cold? A fool like Harry only. Making her brekkie afterwards as a reward giggling and massaging her shoulders when she'd gobble down food like a greedy squirrel, "Easy there love. 'S all yours."

Chessie's back at LA. They had a small argument because Harry wants her to be participating in all of this as much as he's. But, her priorities are not set for this. They never were.

Y/N was at Harry's place nibbling onto chocolate cupcakes Anne sent specifically for her with a note ("my grandchild shouldn't be privy to their Nana's bakin' skills all my love to Y/N." along a winky smiley) when she spilled cold milk all over her nooked tee-shirt. Harry gave her his clothes to change into and baby wipes but she warded him with a scoff that water exists. She has become more feisty with each passing day.

Was discarding the tee when her gaze fell over the sveltest of bump in the mirror taking her breath away. It makes her realize it's all real. She never touches her belly in fear if she'd she will never stop. Now, when the pads of her fingers skim alongs the skin it strips shivers down her spine. She always wanted this. Not in this scenario though. Shaking her head of the thoughts she slips Harry's hoodie over it climbing down the stairs and it causes Harry to snap his head in alert. He stops chopping the carrots spinning to see Y/N standing feet away from him.

"My baby bump's showing." Her voice almost a whisper and it widens Harry's pupils as his hands fell in air midway between them hesitant to reach her, "Can I see?" She bobs her head shyly cheeks blazing red while revealing the bump for Harry to see. It's not like he hasn't seen her before. He has. But, this's more intimate than all of that. It made him fall on his knees. He's a sensitive person in general. Pure from heart but during this period it seems like he's pregnant not Y/N which's quite amusing too.

"She's beautiful." His gaze full of adoration. "She?" Y/N furrows her brow with a smile. He bobbed his head with a grin, "Think so our baby's gonna be she." Now that's the problem cause Y/N doesn't know which ours he's talking about.

"My pregnancy instincts says it's he." He scoffs, "Bet!?" She rolls her eyes forwarding her fist to do the hand shake they do while betting, "If you loose your pink macbook gonna be mine." They solid the deal with their traditional shake.

"Can I touch it?" Harry's asks politely. When she gives him permission he spreads his warm palms flat against her tummy tongue tied with the affection boozing in his veins for the baby that's not out in the world yet. Y/N eyes flutters and her fingers twitches by her sides from carding them into his hair. This's wrong she scolds herself. Her hormones all over the place.

"You wanna send a picture to Chessie?" At this his lips thinned and he gave her a curt nod standing up to fetch his phone, "Sure. But she might be busy..." on the verge of spitting his words in vile.

. . .

Y/N was reading a crime mystery book. Stroking the side of her baby bump carelessly. Cosy in her blanket hoodie telly murmuring in the distance. "Your dad's taste in books is shit, innit?" She peers down with a smile. It's the first time she's talking to them. "We'll read loads of good books together so that when you'll grow up – I could know what to gift you on Christmas." She tries to grab more popcorns from the bowl but it's empty. "Wanna be best aunt out there!!"

"Will you miss me? As much as I'll when we'll be separated?" Tears well up at her waterline. She huffs through her nose running her hand down her belly several times. It's coming; the breakdown she was toiling for days. "I know it sucks I cant be your mommy." Her cravings kicking in and all she want's a strawberry oreo icecream.

"Oh no. Seriously? I'm sad and ye' lil bean want an ice? Let's call your daddy and see what he got." She rings him and he picks up on the third one. Voice groggy from the sleep. She wants to feel bad but she isn't when all her taste buds could think of is strawberry flavour.

"'M cravin' strawberry ice-cream bad. . . Is it possible for ya to bring one?" He's already throwing duvets off his body reaching for his phone and wallet, "No worries pet I'll be there in tick."

"What the fuck Harry? It's three in the mornin'." Chessie groaned from beside him throwing pillow at her face. "We already stored her fridge with alot of food — " She squints about to change the side.

"She's carrying a baby for us Chess. Ye should know better since ya didn't wanted to." She sits up like bullet folding her arms against her chest.

"Thank you for throwing it at my face, H." He doesn't even spare her a glance walking outside and Chessie wants to scream at the top of her lungs. Why did she even agreed to this?

. . .

When he bought her ice-cream she throws herself in his arms kissing his cheek and he giggled in return feeling good when her bump pressed against him. They ate ice-cream with a bantering mess discussing names of the babies, the one that Chessie and Harry decided, him telling her about the little onesies they bought hearing that Y/N stood up taking out a little bag from the chests of drawers.

"I hope you wouldn't mind." She mutters showing him the lil knitted gloves and Harry slid his palm above her's wrapping them snugly, "I don't want ye' to think ya can't love on 'em 'cos after all it's ye'r womb they belong too." Her lip wobbles at his words and she stuffs her face against his chest fisting the hem. It fred away butterflies inside Harry. He sucka his lip. He shouldn't be acting like this. He has a girlfriend that he's gonna have a baby with. They're happy or atleast he thinks so.

They've been bestfriend for years and those feelings never drowned him. Is it because now she's having his babies? Maybe? Harry tries to convince himself.

When he looks down Y/N's drooling onto his shirt deep into slumber. He pecks her hair slipping his arms under her to hold her firmly against his chest. Laying her on the bed tucking her under blankets.

. . .

It sounds like multiple thuds as doctor hovered the ultrasound device over her gelled cover belly. Her belly growing way faster than it should. Her gaze glued at the ceiling fingers crossed. Harry and Chessie holding hands tight gazes fixed at the screen both of them confused at the disoriented image. They all were on the edge of their seats waiting for their turns. Y/N wished that someone could give her a huge warm hug to soothe her nerves down. But, in the first place she shouldn't be worried about the gender as it's none of concern but theirs. It's getting hard day by day.

"It's twins!" Doctor announces chirply getting a wave of silence in return. But, soon the room filled with happy giggles and gasps of Harry as he went to hug Chessie who's expressionless from shock. Y/N pouts wishing it was her. Smiling at doctor when she squeezed her hand in consolation. She's frightened though. How could she deliver two babies? To deal with the roughness that comes along them? Gonna be pretty hectic.

"We hit a jackpot, innit?" He grins down at her kissing Chessie's cheek last time before leaning down to hug her. "Gonna be super carin' with ye' now." Y/N gives a pat to his back in return awkwardly eyeing as Chessie left the room hastily.

. . .

It rakes against the wood harshly as Chessie glided keys of Harry's house towards him without a word. He puts the baby guide book aside arching his brow, "I can't do this anymore. I want an out." Dread. Seeping down Harry's bones.

Guarding himself down he grits, "What do ya mean you want an out? We agreed with full consent of yours Chessie." She shakes her head furiously.

"I didn't sign up for two of 'em Harry I could barely be there for one!!" He puts his elbows on his knees head lowering, "But you wanted to have a family with me didn't ye'?" His eyes tearing and she throws her head back in annoyance finding it difficult to make him understand.

"No. No – No. You wanted a family! Because of your continuous protests I gave in. Told you I wasn't ready for all of this bullshit now we are here." She emphasises. Harry stands up from his seat towering her pointing a finger at her.

He's rageous. Could burn this house down. How could she be so mean? Cowarding back at the last moment.

"Don't call it bullshit." He spits full of venom for the woman he mighty love and she snaps her head other way, "Congrats she finally ruined us and couldn't be more happy – now that she's having your mother fuckin' babies." He stumbles back knocking the coffee table lungs congesting.

"Don't drag her in all of this she's innocent." She laughs ironically looking him square in eyes yelling like a maniac, "Gave her your sperms now you can't hold back from fucking her. I knew it. You were fucking her behind my back weren't you?" She thinks of him like that? A cheater? He loved her and she always thought he was cheating her.

"Don't yell. I don't want to see ye'r cruel face when I come back home." He tries not to croak mustering strength to walk away from her. Exposing himslef to freezing weather locking himself in his car and crying his heart out. Sky crying along him. He punches the steering wheel brutally shouting "why's?" Head falling atlast as he thought of all his dreams shattering at his feet.

She caged him instead of giving him shelter. Replaced the butterflies he used to get from her with a burning hell in his pit, should've been mother of his children now she's just an ex.

The excruciating part is how he's gonna tell Y/N about this? She'll be crushed.

. . .

"Oh my god . . ." It was the roar of thunder that startled her but something else took her attention away. That tinsy kick protruding the taught skin of her belly, ". . . which one of you?" She was extra happy today. It's swimming in her head. It's just a thought but sharing it with Harry wouldn't kill someone. She wanna ask him if she could've one of the babies. It's just she's too much into the moment that she forgot she still have a degree to complete. A career to pursue and a life she always wanted.

When there's a knock at door she tries to stand up with the support of armrest a hand on her back. A gasp falling from her mouth at the sight of Harry's clothes soaked and another when he looks up with bloodshot eyes. Tears dried cheeks and heaving chest seeming utterly devastated.

"Pet what happened!?" She grabs him from elbow pulling him inside and he falls onto his knees smashing his cheeks against her showing tummy -- a sob recking through him, "Harry you're scarin' me. Tell me what happened is everything okay?"

"Chessie don't want these babies - sh-she didn't wanna ruin her career but atlast agreed . . . n-n now she doesn't want 'em 'n wants an out." He stutters. White noise deafening Y/N's ears and she steps back with expressions as if she's scared. Horrified of the future.

"It means she never had complications? She just didn't wanted her body to go through all of this." When Harry didn't fill in to her inquiry she flopped onto sofa from the shock shoving her face into her palms giving out a cry of hurt at her stupidity.

"God. I'm such an idiot!" He shakes his head crawling towards her with sad eyes and lil hiccups, "No please don'tcha say that. We'll figure it out yeah? Never wanted this t'happen." God. How bad he wants her to assure him that it'll be alright.

"You'll figure out what, huh!? Leaving them just like she did!?" Swear Harry felt a dagger jabbing it's way into his heart more upsetting tears spilling down his throat. "I hate you guys. They're none of your babies from now on. . ."

"Leave." She orders him wiping her tears roughly with the sleeve of her jumper. Running out of breath with each sniffle. Raises her hand stopping him to step forward and protest, "I said leave before I make you!!" He nods inhaling breath of remorse looking at the ceiling for a second then to her.

"Before, that want ya t'know. I still want 'em. They're mine. How could I not? love 'em. Hope ya'll forgive me." Then it's just sobs of Y/N taking over the buzz of telly as the door ticks. He didn't leave though. He's too afraid to. His back sliding against her door knees closing against his chest letting it all dawn upon him. His green luscious orbs hooding with sadness and the fluff of his curls.

Dunno if Y/N would be able to forgive him.

. . .

He woke up to a boot nudging to his thigh squinting up to find Niall stating down at him with consoling eyes. Poor Harry slept in the hallway. His neck sore and limbs stoned.

"Heard it 'lad. Was suspicious with Chessie long way." He helps Harry stand up patting his shoulders, "Y/N called ye'?" He grogs rubbing his eye with knuckles. When Niall confirms he quips with pleading eyes in a low whisper knowing he'll get his hair ripped if that furious little mama bunny will find him outside.

"Ye' think she'll forgive meh?" Niall chuckles to light up the situation, "'course H. Do ya think our pet's that ruthel—" He bites his tongue. Harry's gaze following the snap of his neck when the door opened revealing Y/N in a lilac chunky sweater. Puffy eyes and swollen lips. Harry feeling like a dickhead at her condition. It's all his fault. Then their eyes fall at the piping hot cuppa of tea in her hand.

With a stoic face she hands it to Harry and pulls Niall inside slamming the door at curly boy's face. So, she knew he was there sharing a door with her the whole night.

. . .

"Isn't it a good thing thou, love?" Niall smiles. He's chill in all of this. Watching it unwrap. They were meant for eachother Niall thinks so, "You wanted one of 'em and ended up havin' a whole bean can." She groans throwing her peach plushie at his chest. A smile swirming up her lips at his silly statement now that she's more stable less sad.

"You're the absolute worst, Ni!" He holds her cold hands tugging her close to make her look, "Want ya to forgive H. He did nothin' wrong, pet." When she pouts ruffling the silk strands of her rug with her feet he grabs her chin.

"Remember how happy he was? Don't go mad on him yeah?" She bobs her head not meeting his gaze. Meanwhile, there's knock at the door and Niall takes it laughing to himself softly at the box of doughnuts with a note.

"What is it?" He's already flopping beside her hooking his nimble finger around the white doughnut with rainbow sprinkles, "If I'd have known pregnant ladies gets treated this way. Would be havin' one baby every year." She smacks him in belly and unlatches the note reading it with a sucked lip.

Ye'r antenatal class's tommorrow. Don't forget to take ye vitamins :)

How gentle, calm and optimistic Harry could be needles her some.

. . .

Harry's waiting for her in the car fiddling with the radio. He isn't gonna lie. He's been going through a heartbreak. To cope with it he wants to accompany Y/N in her parent craft classes. When she waddles towards his car cosied up in a yellow baggy sweater and a cardigan Harry remembers she stole from him ages ago he mighty scrunched his nose in adoration at her cuteness.

Her nose pink and cheeks flushing as she slips into her seat, "Can you stop bringin' me stuff. I know how to take care of myself." She nips at him when he forwards her a kale smoothie. He doesn't seem to mind. Both, of them knows very well she's trying to avoid drinking it. She finds it yucky!

"Wanna take care of ya'll is all." He mumbles putting it in her side's cup holder. Ya'll .She regrets it instantly. Damn his puppy eyes!

. . .

"Mr. Styles and . . . Miss Y/N." The instructor calls them and they both raises their hand awkwardly as if in elementary school. "You're the parents of twin right?" She asks. Y/N wanted to say that their supposed to be parent ran off from the fear. But, she couldn't. Could never. It'll be like rubbing salt to his wounds. Bestfriends don't do that shit even in their most anger.

"Yes." She confirms. When Harry didn't. Scared if he might say something wrong. "Ok then! Lay your mats n' have a seat." Harry guides her with the little of his hand on her back. Her shoulder nudging his taut chest, and goosebumps pimples at her skin when his fingers brushes the side of her belly as he helps her sit down.

She takes an all rounder of the room and none of the parents looks like they're here to prepare for war unlike them. She shyly waves at the two mothers beside her and Harry twinges his lip equally flustered as her.

They start with relaxation and breathing exercises. Telling Y/N to let herself loose in Harry's arms. She fumbles with the hem of her sweater when his fingers gingerly winked at her sides and the lull of his breath hit her earlobe.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor. "Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. He hates her hormones little bitches.

It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them.

. . .

"Are you hungry?" He asks turning the heat on knowing how cold her feet could get in the span of seconds. She huffs trying to buckle her belt and it squirms a fond smile out of him at her cute effort to be put in place due to her bump. If he'd coo. She'd rip him into tiny bits. It's better if he gazes away.

"Does it mean emptying your pocket?" She arches her brow sinking into her seat. "Bitso. . " He chuckles softly drumming at the steering wheel.

"Then I'd love to." She adds with a smirk. Clasping her hands atop her heart outta excitement. It makes him shake his poof of hickorey curls at her silliness.

They end up taking a takeout of onion loaded cheese burgers. Greasy fries. An iced-tea and a box of cookies from Babara's shop a block away from Harry's house.

"Wanna choose fo' ye'rself?" He asked her before going inside and she denied with a worried expression. Not knowing how she'll explain all of this to Babara who's her one of the good friends from UNI. Harry respects that. If she isn't ready to talk about it he isn't gonna pressurize her. They've been dodging the serious talk since she let him take to parental classes. Knows one day or another they've to decide how it's all gonna work.

. . .

Good food can make you more high than actual drugs. Licking their fingers off now they feel all sleepy and lazy sitting on the comfortable sofa watching telly with hooded eyes.

Harry's cheek smushed adorably against her baby bump ears tuned into what his babies are talking about.

"You know what? 'S not about winners or loosers. Bu' I won." She bubble hiccups slumping deeper with sugar rush hitting her. "Huh? Harry mumbles eyes drooping. The cotton balls of snowflakes glittering outside, collecting at the window and foging them up.

"I get to have babies of my bestfriend and this nice foodddd — 'n what did Chessie got? No babies and no happy feeling of being their mother." Harry shots up from his snooze blinking up at her and she quickly takes it back regret eating her alive, "'m sorry it slipped."

"No!!" He almost shouts cupping her cheeks making her look at him. His dimples deeps that someone could scoop them like an ice-cream. He gives her an eskimo kiss that makes her veins run with glittery blood.

"I wan' ye' to be the mother of me babies." No hesitation. No dithering. Just him asking for the tinsy bit of her heart. For her forgiveness. For the love they've kept blind eye for years. "We'll figure this out, yeah?" He murmurs their lips brushing and breaths kissing. Pulling back with a forehead kiss.

She lives for forehead kisses makes her shallow tin heart explode with glittery firecrackers.

She nods to give him the affirmation that she wants what he wants.

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procrastination-queenie · 3 years ago

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Bunny-like Nose 🐰

This is a drabble for the love of Jungkookie's nose. 💕

Pairing: Jungkook x fem. Reader

Warning: none.

Genre: Fluff, kinda comedy?!

A/n: this is super short and not really edited but thanks for reading.

It was a day like any other day you and Jungkook had off. The summer days were getting too hot for you both to go outside for any activities before sunset, so you opted for a lazy day in the comfort of your air-conditioned apartment.

Currently, you were laying on the sofa, head laid in your boyfriend's lap, him watching the t.v and you reading a book. You decided to take a break from reading, to rest your eyes since your doctor has advised you to do so. You closed your eyes for a while after rubbing it gently. Slowly you opened your eyes to fix them on your boyfriend's angelic face only to realise something. Something that painted a big fat smile on your face which made Jungkook notice your current state of staring, making him fidget a little bit.

"what?" He said looking down at you. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Kookie!" You uttered his name swiftly as your hand traced his cheeks softly making him smile at you in admiration. With that look on your face Jungkook expected you to tell him something chessy which by the way he wasn't against, in fact as cheesy as it was, it made his heart beat faster in his ribcage.

"I just realised something," you said still holding his cheek. "What is it, love?" He asked running his fingers through your hair while his other hand adjusted your reading glasses on your face, the ones you two chose together after your visit to the ophthalmologist. His smile never leaving his face as his eyes drank in your smiling face, ...until you said the next words that made his smile fall into a poker face.

"your nose looks big from down here!" You said as you laughed at his seriously? type of look. You doubled over in laughter as his tongue rolled on the side of his cheek, probably thinking of a comeback but couldn't.

And that's how a usual day was for you and your boyfriend who has a bunny-like cute nose; nevertheless, a nose that looks big when looking at it from downwards.

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mrs-prentiss · 1 year ago

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these porn accounts have one more F*cking Chance to stop this madness they’re ruining my favorite tags…COUNT YOUR DAYS DAMN IT

#emily prentiss x reader #larissa weems x reader #chessy x fem!reader #chessy x reader #ava coleman x reader #aaron hotchner x bau!reader

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jessicaslittlelovesickmess · 2 years ago

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Together

Pairing: Chessy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hurt comfort, angst

Word count:302

A/N: I’m from New Zealand so it will appear in a lot of my fics

You and Chessy sat on the front steps "I leave for New Zealand next week" you whispered into the night as you looked away unable to face the woman. "What?" she laughed hoping she had heard wrong "My- my mother isn't doing so well and I can't ask you to just drop everything and follow me to some country you've never been to before".

"Y/n, do you even hear yourself?" she asked "You've never been here before and yet you did that all on your own. I would follow you to the ends of this very earth, you don't need to ask and Nick would understand" her voice wavered.

"But Chessy- you. you don't know my mother as I do, I could be in New Zealand for god knows how long until she gets her shit together but even that's just if she gets everything together". Chessy frowned "So you expect me to do what. wait on you?" she shuffled away slightly "Y/n. I love you but I could never do this long-distance fantasy, you moved here for a reason." she sighed.

"I love you too but I can't just ask you to pile all my trouble's onto your already full plate" you cried "I'm offering!" Chessy yelled standing up. "Whether you like it or not. I will follow you to New Zealand and I will hold you in the moments when you feel like life is falling apart and everything is too much to handle".

Chessy moved to stand behind you wrapping her arms around your shoulders having her forearms rest on your chest loosely "Thank you" you sobbed. Your hands grasped her arms pulling her closer "I mean it Y/n, we're in this together" she whispered into your neck pressing a chaste kiss behind your ear.

"Together"

#chessy imagine #chessy x fem!reader #chessy x reader #chessy #the parent trap #lisa ann walter #lisa ann walter x reader #wlw #hurt/comfort #new zealand

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peaxhcringe · 4 years ago

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Blanket Forts and Teasing

pairing: Kuroo x Fem! Reader

genre: Fluff with some added spice

warnings: very spicy, slight NSFW

word count: 1.8K

summary: Y/n begs her boyfriend Kuroo to build a blanket fort only for things to get a little complicated.

A/N: I’m not sure if I really wrote his character well enough, but I tried my best. I feel unsure of posting this one as I think it isn’t very good, but everyone I had beta read it said it was good, so here it is. Enjoy!

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“Please?” You beg, as you clasp your hands together, staring up at your boyfriend, his dark eyes staring down at you

You were currently on your knees on the carpeted floor of your bedroom, your head tilted up to look at the man that sat on the bed in front of you. The faint sound of the TV playing a random movie sounded in the background as you both looked at eachother.

“Please Kuroo? Just this one time I swear” You beg, a large pout resting on your face as you looked up at him

You watched closely as his cat-like eyes scan your face, a smirk etched onto his face. Leaning down a bit, his face comes closer to yours, your breath hitching in your throat as his face becomes only inches from yours. His warmth breath fanning over your face as his eyes meet yours, his smirk somehow growing.

“You know” Kuroo begins, moving his arms from the bed to now rest on his knees “I could get used to you begging on your knees” He finishes, your e/c eyes widening, a blush rushing over your face

“K-Kuroo!” You yell, lightly slapping his arm, earning a loud laugh from him as he leans back onto the bed

You watch as his arm covers his stomach as he continues to laugh

“Y-You should’ve se-seen your face!” He manages to say, a few tears running down his cheeks as he continues to laugh

You look at him with a dead expression, waiting for him to stop laughing as you stand up in front of the bed.

“Kuroo” You whine, moving to get onto the bed next to him

The bed creaks lightly underneath you as you shift your weight to sit on Kuroo. Your legs sitting on either side of his hips, trapping him, as your hands placed themselves on his chest. You look down at him, his laughs finally quieting as he looks up at you, another smirk growing on his face.

“Can we please make a blanket fort?” You ask for the millionth time today, your eyes pleading

You watch as his eyes roll, before meeting yours.

“And if I don’t?” He ask raising an eyebrow

“I won’t let you leave the bed” You say, lifting your hands off his chest and crossing your arms, trying your best to look intimidating

“Oh really?” Kuroo says, yet another smirk crossing his face again as he stares up at you

You watch as he lifts himself up a bit, making you slide down, your ass grinding down against him. Before you had a chance to react you felt his strong hands grip yours, your back now being pressed against the mattress. Your eyes widen as you now look up at him, his eyes dark as he smiles at you.

“What was that about not letting you leave the bed?” He questions with a chuckles, his hands placing themselves next to your head

Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch his eyes scan down your body, stopping right above your pajama shorts, before slowly coming back up to meet yours.

“Kuroo” You begin, squirming in his grasp a bit

“Ah ah ah kitten” He tuts, leaning down, his face now resting only inches above yours “I believe you need to be punished” He whispers, his lips just barely grazing your soft ones

“Kuroo” You murmur, your hands moving to his biceps, giving them a light squeeze

A soft chuckle feels your ears as his head moves down to your shoulders, peppering light kisses along your jaw down to your collarbone. His hot breath sending a wave of warmth through you as it blows along your cool skin, your eyes fluttering close as his lips come in contact with your shoulders. Kuroo’s calloused hands move slowly down your body, outlining every curve that you had. A strong chill shoots through your body as the warmth of his hands meet the coolness of your thighs, his fingers resting just below your shorts. Your heart pounds in your chest as his lips kiss along your skin, his breath blowing against you.

“You know” Kuroo begins, as he starts to suck on the soft skin of your neck

A small gasp leaves your mouth as his teeth graze along your skin, your hand instinctively tightening your grip on his arms. Your breathing becomes heavy as you feel the hickey that Kuroo is going to leave behind growing on your skin. Kuroo’s hands grip your thighs tightly, a moan leaving your lips as your head leans back further against the plush mattress. A whine leaves your lips as his leaves your skin, his face appearing in front of yours once more.

“I think that blanket for sounds pretty good right about now” He finally says, a smile stretching along his face

You look up at him in disbelief as he leaves a quick kiss onto your lips before pulling away, and standing up. His hands leave your thighs as he turns around, his back facing you, as he makes his way to the bedroom door. Leaning up onto your arms you stare at him in shock, your heart still pounding from his touch.

“Well are you coming?” Kuroo ask, looking over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised

You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out as he stares at you, a huge smile on his face.

“You son of a bitch” You mumbled, watching as he turns back around and leaves the room

Once you finally compose yourself, you make your way out of your bedroom, fixing your bunched up shorts.

“Kuroo?” You ask, looking around trying to find your boyfriend

Walking into the living room you notice a huge pile of blankets, and pillows resting on the beige carpet. Stepping up to the blankets, your eyes widening, not really noticing how many blankets you both really had.

“Kuroo?” You call out again, as you pick up a couple of the pillows and place them on the couch to get them out of the way

“Right here babe” You hear his deep voice answer, soft steps filling your ears as he comes up behind you, warmth radiating off of him

You turn around to face him to see him holding a couple more pillows in his arms. Letting out a small laugh, you pull them out of his hands, and throwing them onto the couch.

“Let’s hurry up and get this fort made” You say, patting his chest lightly before turning back around and sorting out the blankets from the rest of the pillows

What should have taken a couple minutes ended up taking hours, and this was only because of Kuroo and how he just had to comment on your ass every time you bent down. You love him, you do, but sometimes that man can be too much.

“Kuroo, don’t forget the cookies!” You shout from your spot underneath the now made fort

The fort was quite large and roomy due to how many blankets you had, giving you enough room to fully lay down on the mattress-like ground. The only light within the fort coming from the small laptop that sat in front of you, the Netflix home screen shining brightly.

“Here you go” Kuroo’s voice says, before a package of chocolate chips cookies were thrown at you, almost hitting you in the head

Your eyes shoot up to look at him, watching as he pushes aside the white blankets and joins you in the fort. You sit up as he “gently” throws down an arm full of random snacks, before sitting down next to you. You stare up at him, watching as he reaches one of his long arms out to pick up the package of cookies he threw at you and opens them, before pulling out a cookie and placing one in his mouth.

Although you both have been dating well over a couple of years every time you managed to really get a good look at him you seem to almost fall in love all over again. The dim lighting of the fort gave his already well built jawline and even more featured look, his messy hair somehow adding to the look.

“What?” He mumbles, biting off a piece as his face turns towards you “Did you want one?” He questions, sticking his hand that held the cookie out towards you

You roll your eyes at him, before pulling the cookie out of his hand and placing it in your mouth, biting off a rather large chunk. Your eyes follow his hand as he pulls it down to the laptop and begins to play a random movie, before he turns to you again.

“Yes?” You ask, as you eat the rest of the cookie, an eyebrow raising

Kuroo lets out a small chuckle, before his arms reach out, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer allowing your back to press against his chest. Kuroo’s hands place themselves on your waist as you lean further into him, your head resting lightly against his shoulder, his breath blowing lightly against the top of your ear.

As the movie continues, your eyes tend to move up to the side of Kuroo’s face, watching as he focuses on the chessy scenes that played out on the screen. A smirk grows against your face as you think back to earlier, and how he teased you, a plan growing in your mind.

“Kuroo?” You ask innocently, shifting against him, tilting your head towards him

“Yes?” Kuroo questions, his eyes not moving from the screen

A pout grows on your lips as you watch him not make an effort to move his gaze from the screen. Letting out a small sigh, you turn around, now facing him, your hands resting against his shoulders as your eyes now stare down into his. Kuroo’s hands move to your waist, holding you steady against him.

“Kuroo…” You whine, as you place your legs on either side of his thighs, your fingers lightly playing with his shirt

You lightly grind against him, earning a small groan from him, his eyes immediately shooting up to meet yours. The grip he held on your waist tightened as you grind yourself down once again, hearing his breath hitch in his throat.

“Kitten” Kuroo begins, his eyes looking up and down your body before staring back up at you “What do you think you’re doing?” He continues, a smirk on his face, a groan releasing from him as you grind down a little harder

You shrug, tilting your head to side, smiling at him as you move your hands down to his chest. His heart beats against your palms, as you give a soft press to his shirt, grinding down harder, a soft moan leaving your lips. You lean your face down towards him, your mouth pressing soft kisses against his exposed skin, as you make you way up to his ear. Your hands slowly begin to move down his chest, the tips of your fingers resting against the hem of his shorts, pulling lightly against the fabric as you give a soft bite to his ear lobe.

“Not much.” You murmur against his skin as you grind down against the tint rising in his shorts, the grip he held against you tightening, a soft moan leaving your lips once again

“Just a little payback” You whisper into his ear, lightly pushing him down against the blanketed floor of the fort.

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Home is a Person

Brian Quinn x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None

“You know I care about you, right?”

There wasn’t much about him that you didn’t admire.

He was strong, faithful, and loved you more than words could describe. He was everything you had ever wished for and more than you ever could’ve asked for. There were times where you honestly felt like you could never match up to the way that he made you feel. So, when the opportunity came to show him just how much you loved him, you were always quick to jump on it.

Much to your delight and worry, you received a frantic call from Brian one evening, saying that his house had mysteriously flooded due to a dishwasher malfunction. You were quick to offer your apartment to him and his furry pals. There was no ounce of hesitation in your suggestion, and it was exciting to think about a couple of days together.

He had graciously accepted, and arrived as soon as possible. He was disheveled when he walked in the door, and it was clear that the dishwasher backfire had stressed him out.

“I swear that this shit only happens to me,” He mumbled as he closed your apartment door behind him with his leg.

He had two bags slung over his shoulders, and his arms were full with three squirming cats. Chessie was the first to take the leap of faith from his hold with Benjamin and Brooklyn close to follow. All three rubbed their bodies against your legs, weaving between your ankles as their form of greeting.

“Yeah, Bri, because you’re such a magnet to bad luck and all,” You chuckled sarcastically as you scratched behind Brooklyn’s ears. “I promise you’re not the first nor last person to have a dishwasher flood.”

Q let out a long sigh, obviously overwhelmed about the situation. You stood up from petting Brooklyn and diverted your attention to Q.

“They’ll get it fixed. Don’t even worry about it.” You added, taking both of Brian’s bags from his shoulders.

He gave you a tired and almost pathetic grin as you did your best to console him. He really appreciated you doing this for him.

When you turned on your heel to put Q’s things in your bedroom, he grabbed your hand to stop you and smoothly pull you into him. Your bodies seemed to melt into each other as they always did. His brown eyes were serene in this moment as he looked back at you as if you were the only person in the world. He spoke with a lowered voice, and he was careful not to disturb the calmness of the night hours.

“Thank you for this. It really means a lot.” His voice drawled with sleepiness.

His tone almost made you fall over flat, but you played it off cooly.

“Anything for you. It’s no problem,” You said almost whispering.

He had a hand on the small of your back, holding you against him as he swayed with you. Your head rested against the front of his shoulder while you listened to his steady breathing. You felt so lucky and so blessed to have him in your life. He felt like a blessing that you didn’t deserve.

A few moments passed before a small meow caught your attention. Chessie was sitting in front of your bedroom door, her tail swaying gracefully against the hardwood floors.

“I think Chess has the right idea. I’m ready for bed.” You admitted truthfully.

Q agreed with a nod. He led the way with his shuffling feet, and he put his things on his side of the room. He dropped it down without much care, and he made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. Your home was Brian’s home, as was his was yours. You never minded him making himself at home, and it actually made you feel good to see him so comfortable.

You did, however, release a huff at the trail of clothes that he had left behind on the floor. Q was a bit less caring when it came to the tidiness of your home, so that would potentially bring some difficult contrast. You rolled your eyes at the sight of his forgotten articles of clothing on the bedroom carpet, but decided not to say anything. He had endured a rough day, and you could let this slide this time.

You tossed his clothes into your laundry basket, noting to yourself to wash them tomorrow. An intense yawn arose in your chest which signaled that it was definitely time for bed. Your nighttime routine was unchanging as you went through the process. Just as you were about to unmake the bed, the bathroom door opened with a cloud of steam to follow.

Brian looked refreshed and revived, but still tired. Upon noticing his shirt on you that you had changed into, he smirked and slightly threw his head back.

“You’re killing me, you know.” He said while tightening his grip on the towel that was wrapped around his waist.

You smiled sheepishly, your cheeks heating up at his words. You placed the decorative pillows underneath your bed and peeled the covers back. The fresh sheets and duvet were calling your name with a loud invitation for a good night of sleep.

You slipped into the bed first, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips. The sheets were cool, feeling heavenly on your skin as you settled in.

“Don’t have too much fun without me.” Q winked as he approached the bed.

He slid in next to you, and he himself let out a soft groan once he was comfortable. You were pressed into him, your back against his chest. Your legs were entwined as he played with your hair and he was content with leaving a kiss every so often.

You were beaming with happiness. Q feeling comfortable in your home made your heart swell. The cats themselves were even at home. You always loved that about him. How he could adapt to any setting. Why it was such an admirable feature, you weren’t sure. You felt Q press a kiss to the back of your neck, then another, then another.

“You know what I’ve always loved about you?” You asked upon knowing he was awake.

He hummed in response, continuing to layer your skin with kisses.

“I love how you can make anywhere a home. All you need is yourself and the cats. And that’s really special.” You stated as you fiddled with his hand from the arm that was snaked around you.

His kissing stopped, a cautious silence filled the air. Just as you thought he had fallen asleep, he answered.

“True. But it couldn’t be like that without you.” He said rubbing your thigh lightly.

Now it was your turn to stop. Your heart started to beat a little faster. His words repeating over and over. You didn’t know he felt that way. I mean, you knew he loved you. He never let you forget it. But you didn’t realize you meant that much to him. You turned in the bed to face Q, he must’ve read your mind.

“You know I care about you, right?”

You only nodded in response, because you had suddenly found yourself at a loss for words. He kissed your forehead gently, and you swore you could feel yourself falling in love all over again. It was a refreshing feeling to know that the man that you fell in love with hadn’t changed. It was the most blissful, and joyful feeling you had ever felt.

“I love you.” You professed.

It was the only thing you could think to say. But it was true. With another kiss on your head, he responded without a beat to pass.

“Oh, doll, you don’t even know how much I do too.”

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