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reveluving · 10 months

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If requests are still open I have one... Graves is having sex with his wife, and Price is watching them and he touch himself 😈 And his wife notice that Price is there but she can't say it to Graves because he makes her moan so much with his dick buried into her.

Are you TRYING TO KILL ME??? BECAUSE THANK YOU?? FAWK. 💀

Includes: wall s~mut (minors DNI!), soft (& slighly mean)!graves, mentions of nude polaroids, voyeurism & exhibitionism, licking, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v)

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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Being invited for dinner by the Phillip Graves was not on their bingo card.

Not that they didn’t like him, he was a good sport, almost like a brother, as evidenced by the good-humoured banter he has with them, especially with Johnny or Alejandro. But if he didn’t always go “can’t wait to see m’wife after this shit ends” every time they work together, then they would’ve assumed he was a casual hookup kind of guy.

So to be proven wrong when he took a polaroid of you—you hugging Kai, who was sulking at the doorway as it rained—out of his pocket, along with the silicone wedding band around his finger, well, it was safe to say they were pretty surprised.

The SFW polaroid, of course, not the other ones.

Those were for his eyes only.

The invitees included the 141, then Laswell, along with Alejandro and Rudy, who were in town for work. God bless Graves for being ahead of them with the accommodations, not far from his house.

And as their day offs rolled around, you, on the other hand, got to work.

As usual, you did an amazing job with the food, from the proteins that he’ll help you cook once the party starts, down to the endless amounts of sides to choose from—the kinds that were both filling and bursting with flavour, an instant approval from the Southern blood in him. Somewhat enough to ease your worries about your hard work not being enough.

Meeting you had them wondering how a man like Graves managed to put a ring on a sweetheart like you. But the heart eyes they would catch in his eyes every time you were close by told them everything they needed to know about just how much he cares about you.

Of course, none of you could ever forget Kai, already rushing over to you at the front door when he thought he was going to go for a walk, only to perk up even more at the sight of more people.

More people meant more pets!

But back to the two of you; seeing you work together, balancing, with Graves’ more outgoing personality and you being soft-spoken yet perceptive, especially with his friends’ plates, it was all so… homey. No worries, no strategies, just smiles and laughs and gossip.

After dinner, just as Graves expected, the team was astounded by your backyard patio—the perks of being married to a florist. The comfortable outdoor sofa and the small yet charming garden arrangement; everything well taken care of, plus the string lights added to the comfortable aesthetic feel, especially by nightfall.

It took little effort to keep the conversation rolling, in addition to the snacks you had prepared with the beers.

“I’ll be right back.” You whispered before kissing his cheek hastily, much to his amusement. You took your leave, only to scurry away at the door when he winked at you, uncaring at the thought of his friends catching his displays of affection.

But seeing his girl getting along with his friends so well? Her warm smile? Her cute little attempt to hide her laugh behind her hand? Putting her heart and soul into her cooking and her hospitality in general, despite your bashfulness?

Well, it was only fair to say thank you.

Graves-style.

Not even ten minutes after you entered the house, he stood up.

“I’m gonna check on the missus for a bit,” He waved his hand at them without looking as he headed to the sliding door, “You guys hang ‘round.”

And then, Price felt the need to stand on his feet, but not before scratching behind Kai’s ears one last time before the pooch moved to Gaz for more pets.

Price excused himself, saying he needed to splash his face a bit. He’s not drunk, far from it, but it has been a while since he’s had a relaxing time like this. And like the rest of the crew, he was not willing to miss out on the coziness of your home.

But the surprises never stopped when he heard a squeak, your voice unmistakable, just before he could turn the corner, where the kitchen, then the guest bathroom were.

He didn’t dare to take a look at first.

“Phil!” He heard you yelp, followed by a drawn-out moan that you were trying to suppress in your husband’s shoulder.

But fuck, your voice was so tantalizing.

Price held his fist against his mouth with his eyes closed, unsure if he was trying to drown out the sounds or put more focus on it. Then, his ears perked up at the squelching in between the fast-paced pistoning of Graves’ fingers in and out of your pussy.

The captain’s morality began to chip away, going just as insane as his friend when he chuckled evilly in your ear.

“Gettin’ a lil’ shy, pretty girl?” He didn’t make it any easier for you when he licked a large stripe up your throat, “S’alright, they’re just enjoyin’ themselves back there. ‘S just you and me.”

You were already whining, albeit muffled as you bit your bottom lip as he held you up against the wall. With the way he was slapping your entrance, watching you with a knowing smirk, you knew he wasn’t going to hold back.

And as embarrassing as it was for Price to admit, he was thankful for it. Pumping his cock in his hand, following the same rhythm as the wet slaps of your hips. Your moans were just as hypnotic, short gasps and mewls every time Graves thrust back into you deeply. His tongue licked up the thin perspiration gathering on your exposed skin.

Price was precise with his peeking, only doing so whenever he heard your muffled voice—when he was certain you were resting your head against his shoulder or even kissing him.

Those pretty lips.

But in the midst of his pleasure, he wasn’t careful enough, cursing under his breath while holding his firm grip on the tip of his cock when he heard you gasp, no doubt catching sight of him when he hid back behind the wall.

And yet, his feet were too heavy to move. Glued in his spot.

Praying to see more of you. Hear more of you.

Literally anything more.

“P–Phil,” Your nails massaged across your husband’s scalp, a silent plea for him to listen.

But you were too cockdrunk to even think about stopping him, let alone attempt to say a single word.

“Hm?” He hummed against the crook of your neck nonchalantly, slowing down his pace, but bottoming out just as deep to hear to whine, “Want me t’stop, baby?”

No. No no no.

He couldn’t hear you, not with your incoherent babbling, but if you thought he didn’t understand what you were trying to say, oh, you couldn’t be any more wrong.

He wasn’t blind to the lingering looks some of the men gave you, not especially the captain’s. And though he had always known Price as ‘old-fashioned’ with his manners, he’d be stupid enough to think his courteousness with you didn’t mean anything more.

But who could blame him? You were one in a million.

And when he, too, caught sight of the familiar figure before it hid behind the wall, he knew his suspicions were correct.

And unless you told him to stop, to use your safeword, he wouldn’t even dream about pulling out. Not until he gets to feel it clench and quiver against him. To see your cum, both yours and his, dripping, even after he’s pulled your panties back up.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart,” He held your chin, a mix between a coo and a sneer. He snapped his hips once again, drawing a sputter out of you, “Do you want me t’stop?”

His smirk grew when your eyes darted sideways, knowing Price was still there, watching you being unravelled and ruined, then humming in delight when you finally answered.

“No.”

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lonelystarrs · 11 months

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𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝑴𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆?

Satoru Gojo x FemReader

He just couldn’t leave his pretty wife alone, as long as he hears his nickname.

This is part of my Him & I story on ao3 linked here. But can be read as stand alone, hence posting here :) see end for story details if interested.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI + Public sex + FemOral receiving + praise + HusbandGojo! +

You had no idea how he managed to work his way into the changing rooms and the question was so far at the back of your mind when his tongue circled your clit. The low moan he gave out was enough to make you clench, his ridiculously long fingers pushing in to the hilt spreading you open so his tongue give your clit the attention it wanted.

“S-Satoru you gotta -oh fuck, hah-“ your nails threaded through his ridiculously soft white hair, gripping it into your fingers and tugging at a weak attempt to get him to stop “-mmm, you need to stop, we can’t-“

“Satoru? Babyyyy, c’mon that’s no way to talk to your amazing husband,” he slurred against your cunt peering up at you over his glasses, blue eyes shining like the slick on his chin “-what’s my name, hmm?”

He was rough with his tongue, his timing damn perfect as he slid his fingers out, back in and scissoring them not letting you respond, your head rolled back against the wall behind you, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip but it didn’t stop the whine behind them. Your hips rolling against him, ignoring the shadows of people dancing under the gap at the bottom of the changing room door. Their chit chat voices dulling out into distant noise.

“Sorry, what was that?” He taunted, humming against you in some faked obliviousness that he wasn’t causing your frustration “-you really want me to stop huh?”

You whined when he pulled back, giving you a fake pout with a little tantrum like sigh, lifting his thumb to rub a circle around your clit gaze focused on how his digits spread you open, seeing how your cunt glistened with slick and spit, watching you clench around him as your cunt pulsed.

“Such a shame, taste so good, m’wife’s pussy is perfect, could eat you up everyday y’know? But guess we’re gonna have to wait until we get home.”

He went to stand instead he groaned as your hands moved to either side of his head, fingers roughly tugging his hair keeping him down. He looked up at you, trying so hard not to smirk but his endless blue eyes were sparkling with victory.

“What’s up wifey ?”

“Toru-“ you warned, glassy eyes trying so very hard to give him some half assed glare, ignoring your stroppy tone he beamed a grin at the use of his nickname.

“Well done, baby-“ he dipped his head, licking a stripe along your pussy, dipping his tongue into your fluttering hole before the tip pressed into your clit. His fingers dancing at your drooling hole easing his long fingers back in again. You gasped, hands gripping his hair harder and his hips rolled in reaction to try aid his own relief cock throbbing in his jeans, moaning into you.

He shifts his position to hike you higher up the wall on his shoulders with you still sat on the changing room bench but your knees moving closer to your chest, remaining on his knees but successfully spreading you open.

“ Shit , that’s it, that sweet little clit just got harder, y’gonna feel it all now sweetheart.”

His lips moved against you as he spoke, his voice with a slight moany whine to it hinting gratitude.

When he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, you know it’s game over, Satoru too because he smiled into you, lips still wrapped around your clit and tongue flicking away with the pace and pattern he knew you needed. Your eyes rolled back, strained and stuttered sigh leaving you as you tried to keep the noise down to prevent being caught.

His wrist aching as he uses his entire arm to finger fuck you, those stupidly long fingers curling against your walls until he hit that spot that drew a noise from you he’d never heard, glancing up you looked down at him and he swore he could cum alone from just that.

Fuck, you were so pretty for him like this, making noises he’d never heard, seeing you practically going crossed eyed and drooling from how sloppy yet accurately he could eat you out. His dick was so painfully hard in his jeans, he could feel pre was leaking from his slit, hips moving as he ate you using the little friction the tightness against his jeans gave him. He was edging himself, teasing himself by doing it and he was living for it, slobbering his tongue against you like you were keeping him alive.

A moany ‘fuck’ left him, slurring into your pussy whilst inhaling air.

Your cheeks pink, eyes glassy and your mouth agape looking almost worried about what was coming.

“Ah, there it is huh? You gonna give in to me, cum on my tongue like a good wife?”

You nodded at him, a silent beg of please, please, formed on your lips as you tried to keep quiet.

“Words sweetheart,” he slowed his tongue against you, the panicked look on your face as the build up tingled across your skin, borderline on the edge but ever so slightly starting to fade.

“T-Toru please, I wanna cum- please ,”

“Then do it, cum for me, let me taste it, do it f’me,”

One hand left his hair to brace against the changing room wall behind you, back arching off it leaning into his mouth more as his tongue picked up that pace you needed, the pace he knew he so well to make you cum.

“M’cumming, Toru -“

And it was explosive, your vision went white as your breath hitched, hips rolling slowly against his tongue as he slowed to a pace that helped you ride it out, to feel everything so he didn’t overstim you. The way he moaned against you was only making you clench harder on his fingers, those digits that were squelching as you came around them.

“Atta girl,” he coos against you, “-that’s it, look how hard you’re cumming for someone who said stop.“

Your breathing was heavy as you came back from the stars, looking down at your husband as he pulled his fingers from you, placing a kiss on your stomach before standing. His hand lifted, his fore and index finger spreading as he watched your cum coat them, linking together as it glistened under the lights, just like his lips and chin.

His tongue reached out to clean his lower lip before his fingers joined.

You were wobbly as you stood, pulling your skirt down and trying to tidy your shirt. His hand gripped your chin, tilting you up to meet his eyes that were looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon.

“I used to beat myself up thinkin’ I’d never get you, y’know that? ‘Cause fuck-“ his other hand reached down to grip his hard dick through his jeans, an airy moan leaving him “-the shit you make me feel drives me insane. M’still gonna be humpin’ you at 70 years old like a rabbit.”

You laughed at him and his goofy little remark, always having to add some humour and deflection when he tried to show his genuine side. He beamed a goofy grin, blue eyes sparkling watching you laugh at him, knowing he’d made you see stars and after was the reason for your laughter.

His other hand rose to cup your face completely, leaning down to brush his lips across yours, letting you get a taste of yourself on him.

You leaned into him, one hand palming his solid dick through his jeans, an airy moan left him as he rolled his hips against you.

“This is still gonna work at seventy years old?”

“Duh, I’m gonna have the hottest old lady around with her zimmer frame and granny pants added bonus of her tiddies tucked into’em.”

“She does sound hot, who could resist tits to the knees? Maybe you could wrap them around you like a scarf for winter.”

Satoru cackled at you, his nose wrinkled a little at the image of it.

“With that pussy and those thighs, I’ll wear you as a scarf any day until these-“ he reached forward, palming your boobs in his hand, “-get to your knees!”

The knock on your changing room door made you freeze, the amusement and loving feeling all but draining from your face the reminder in reality of where you both were came crashing down, Satoru however lit up like damn Christmas over it.

He could just teleport you both out of there, or even just himself, but with how he was looking at you, you knew his intentions were anything but those logical, face saving options.

“Excuse me miss, are you okay in there? You’ve been in for quite some time.”

©pharix/lonelystarrs 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

This is part of my Him & I story on Ao3.

Not every girl is a damsel in distress, unfortunately for two women jumpers you were their last stop. A cheating husband, a widowed bodyguard and a malevolent fling of the past who owes a favour isn’t a combination for the faint of heart.

Gojo Satoru X Reader x Toji Fushiguro

Past Reader x Sukuna

Final: ??? x Reader

You can read it here: clickie clickie

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finelinevogue · 2 years

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in this world, it’s just us

summary - you and harry attend the Brits, drink a little and love each other a lot

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, pregnancy talk?!, tears of joy

word count: +4.3k

pairing: famous!reader x harry

“Y/N, babe? Jeff needs us to– Woah!”

Harry entered the bedroom where you were getting ready. You were surrounded by Harry’s hair and make-up team whilst you got dressed for the Brit Awards tonight.

You blushed a smile as Harry’s jaw dropped a little and put a hand over his heart, as if you’d just punctured him there.

“What?” You asked, pretending like you didn’t know you’d just given him a minor heart attack with how good you looked - because you did look amazing.

“You… Just wow, lovie.” He smiled.

“Wow to you too.” You replied, allowing him to come and give you a quick chaste kiss. He didn’t want to get told off for ruining your makeup yet, but later on in the evening there was going to be no stopping his flirtatious self all over you.

“Y’going to the Brits like that, hun?” Bella, a make-up specialist, asked Harry as she pointed to his displayed abs.

“If m’wife lets me? Yeah.” Harry posed with his hands on his hips, making people whistle in admiration for him. Harry blushed and awkwardly laughed then, getting shy over the attention he was being given.

“Well, as much as I love your body I do love the suit as a complete look.” You explained.

“Y’love my body do you?” He raised his eyebrows and gave you a flirtatious look.

“Of course that’s all you took from what I said.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head playfully. “Now go get ready before Jeff tells you off.”

“Okay, okay! Couldn’t get enough of me this morning and now you’re sending me away like I’m an expired carton of milk.”

“What even..?” Harry Lambert laughed, standing in the doorway probably looking for Harry. People in the room started laughing too, but Harry was only looking at you to gauge your reaction. He didn’t care if he made a whole room of people laugh, because it was only your reaction that meant any value to him.

So when you chuckled, he couldn’t help but chuckle too because he had put that smile on your face and he’d be damned if he didn’t take a minute to soak up the sunshine radiating from you.

“Baby, you know I love you but we need to hurry up.” You calmed yourself from laughing too much.

“Okay. One more kiss, though?”

Of course you instantly nodded, bringing Harry in for a few more kisses than just the one. He repeatedly kissed you, until he knew that you’d got the memo that he loved you very much.

“Did I mention y’look beautiful?” He whispered against your lips and it made the people around you swoon over how perfectly he treated you. If only everyone had a Harry in their lives.

“Mhm.” You nodded, still in post-bliss from his kisses.

After a few more kisses and a stern shout from Harry Lambert, for Harry to come and finish getting ready, Harry was out of the room and you were back to getting ready yourself. Bella re-touched-up your lipstick and Kenna fastened the straps on your heels for you. Before you knew it, you were completely glammed up and ready to go to the Brits.

“That man’s love for you is unconditional.” Bella made heart eyes after your interaction with Harry.

“I like to think so, yeah.” You chuckled, walking across the room to collect your purse and start breaking in your heels.

“The man on the moon could see his heart beating for you, Y/N, seriously.” Kenna added.

You stood in front of the floor-length mirror and straightened out all the tiny creases in your dress. It was a gorgeous black dress, to match Harry’s black suit. You had never been too confident with your body’s shape, however with the warm embrace of Harry’s love you had come to learn to love yourself too. Tonight was a tribute to how much you’d fallen in love with your body.

“Yeah. I mean, I wish my fiancè looked at me like that.” Bella sighed. “Did Harry fall in love with you more after he married you?”

“I can’t speak for him but…” You started.

“Yeah.” Harry stood behind you and you viewed his outfit through the mirror. He looked absolutely incredible. “I fucking did.”

“Ugh.” Harry Lambert gagged over how romantic the room had just gotten. “You’re disgusting.”

You turned around as Harry walked towards you. You held out a hand for him to hold and you felt the cool of his rings burn your skin before his skin did. You hummed in delight as he interlinked his fingers through yours, tilting your head up to give him access to your lips once more. The strand of hair that dangled over Harry’s forehead had you in a chokehold and you delicately reached up to play with it.

“You look so pretty.” You smiled up at him, him smiling down at you.

Neither of you had started on the drinks yet, but the way that Harry’s eyes were glossed over slightly could have fooled anyone into thinking he was drunk. Turns out that’s just what Harry’s eyes do when he looks at the people he loves.

“Alright, before you two start mauling each other’s faces off, I want photos.” Harry Lambert ordered, pushing Harry’s shoulder lightly to get him to snap out of his focused daze on you.

Harry moved around you so that he was standing slightly behind you. His arm firmly wrapped around your waist and your hand rested over his hand that laid there. Your head slightly tilted into Harry’s chest, whilst Harry’s rested on top of yours. You knew these photos would become Harry’s newest home screen, because he always wanted the most up-to-date photo of you both to admire.

You swapped between a few poses, before Harry Lambert was satisfied and left everyone to do their final checks before leaving.

You pulled Harry back in front of the mirror and pulled out your phone to take a few photos with him, both his arms slinking over your shoulders and leaning his head down to be closer to yours. The photos were sickeningly cute. Only you could convince Harry to take a mirror selfie.

Harry kissed your cheek before saying, “Right. I’m going to go meet the driver and then we are ready to head out, yes?”

“Yes.”

••••

On the red carpet you and Harry stood separately, because Jeff wanted Harry to get some solo photos.

You had been taking photos together for a little while, posing next to each other and sending the media into a frenzy when Harry kissed you.

It wasn’t your first red carpet appearance together, but you and Harry did enjoy keeping your relationship as closed off to the public as possible. It was a little hard, since you were both A-list celebrities, but you made it work in the best way possible for you.

You and Harry had met each other through Tyler, Harry’s producer. You had written a few songs with Tyler before and had suggested that a song you’d written, called ‘Music For A Sushi Restaurant’, might be something that Harry would like. You’d seen him around and thought he was the kind of guy to enjoy a funky song like ‘Sushi’. You never actually expected him to feature the song on his album, let alone ask you out for a drink to talk more about songwriting together.

Harry’s House was a project close to Harry’s heart, not only because it was an album filled with such raw and emotional songs but also because you had written all of the songs with him. He had fallen in love with your style of writing so much that he didn’t want to feature a single song on his album that didn’t include you.

Thanks to Harry, Harry’s House and the hard work you both put in to writing the songs, you had both been nominated and won a Brit Award for ‘Songwriter of the Year’. You never thought you’d even be a recognised name in the music industry, let alone winning Brit Awards, and it was all thanks to Harry.

Over the course of writing Harry’s House you had taken a strong liking towards one another, until one day Harry had solidified his attraction towards you when he kissed you in the middle of writing ‘Grapejuice’ with each other.

The rest was history.

So, when you were stopped on the red carpet and asked to come a little further down to the presentation carpet you furrowed your eyebrows in compliance. You followed the usher down the carpet, hearing Harry ask Jeff, behind you, where you were going.

You stood on the presentation carpet, next to a life-size Brit award waiting for what came next. Roman Kemp came on the carpet next with a microphone.

“Oh no.. I was promised no interviews!” You blushed, covering your mouth with your hand to hide the embarrassment. You were very shy when it came to public media interaction and found that as a result you were socially awkward.

You looked around to try and spot Harry, finally noticing him behind the camera’s smiling at you. He was stood with his hands behind his back and leaning his weight onto one leg, looking like the Gucci model he always is.

“Don’t worry. No interviews.” Roman clarified, calming your nerves instantly. “We are actually here with you, Y/N, because you have won ‘Songwriter of the Year’, correct?”

“I believe so, although I still can’t comprehend why!” You laughed, blushing even harder because you weren’t sure whether that was something to even laugh over. You looked to Harry instantly and saw that he was shaking his head in disbelief that you’d just said that about yourself.

“Well, I am here to present you your award. Congratulations Y/N on winning ‘Songwriter of the Year’!” Roman cheered and then the surrounding media, camera crew and Harry’s team all cheered too. Harry whistled using his fingers in his mouth, making you drop your head in embarrassment over the attention.

Roman handed you the award and you took it graciously, thanking him kindly. You looked towards Harry, again, and watched him continue to whistle for you. You laughed and put your hand over your heart, thanking everyone you could, which was a habit that you’d picked up from Harry.

You hugged Roman briefly and then moved over towards Harry. His arms awaited for you as you happily ran over. He bent down slightly to pick you up by your lower waist, before lifting you up off the floor and swaying you from left to right. One of your arms wrapped around the back of his neck whilst the other stayed to the side holding your Brit. You giggled into his neck as he left a few dozen kisses on yours.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, y’know?” He said, kissing over your skin once more with a little more bite.

“I know.” You whispered just below his ear, kissing his tiny ear lobe then making him chuckle.

“And I really do love you.”

“I really do love you too.”

••••

The venue inside was magical.

The iconic tables were all set out and the audience were already sitting high in their seats. No doubt the fans were already recording videos of you and Harry walking to your table. Harry had invited so many people to the Brits tonight they had two tables reserved for him.

On one table was his band and other people from his record label, whilst the other was reserved for family, his management and you. Of course he was sitting on the table with you.

He held your hand tight as you weaved through the tables, turning around every so often to make sure you were alright still. At one point you spotted Jessie J and tugged on Harry’s hand to catch his attention. He raised his eyebrows to ask what was wrong.

“Jessie’s over there. I want to congratulate her on her pregnancy.” You said, tugging his hand again for him to follow you. Harry was quick to walk behind you and follow you without stepping on your dress.

“Are we sure she’s pregnant?” Harry asked. “The last time I assumed a woman was pregnant it did not go down well.”

“Yeah, I’m still not over that by the way...” You stopped short to pinch his nipple over his silk shirt. Little did you know that that one action from you would cause global fan casualties and trends on Twitter later on.

“Well, if you let me actually make you pregnant, baby, it’ll go down better when I ask.” He smirked, enjoying the feeling of you pressing up against him as you stopped. Your ass was pressed back against him and he moved in even closer to get a better feel.

“That comment just cost you drunk after-party sex.” You faked a small smile, before walking forwards a bit more, leaving Harry behind to feel sorry for himself.

You reached Jessie and congratulated her on her pregnancy, having a laugh with her. It had been a while since you’d seen each other and you both agreed you would have to start writing with each other again soon. Jessie told you to get Harry over to see her at some point in order to congratulate him on his opening performance.

Once you made it back to your table, Harry was busy talking to Rob Stringer and you assumed he wouldn’t notice you after your minor argument. You were wrong, however. Harry stood out of his chair and pulled yours back for you, all whilst keeping his conversation with Rob going. You thanked him kindly as he pushed your chair under the table for you and sat back down himself. His hand went straight to rest on the back of your chair behind you and he crossed his legs over, pointing his body towards yours. This was a silent tell to you that he was working up an apology.

Before you could start up a conversation with anyone, Harry pulled your chair closer to him which made you gasp at the sudden movement.

“What are you-”

“I’m sorry.” Harry said, kissing your cheek afterwards. “I won’t ever ask if you, or any other woman, is pregnant again. I’ll wait for you, and them, to tell me first.”

“Thank you.” You nodded and leant in to kiss him. He eagerly complied and gave you slightly more than just a peck, but enough to keep it P.G. in front of his team, family and thousands of fans. “It’s still a maybe to the sex, though.”

“I’ve got time to change it to a yes.” He smirked, before kissing your forehead and settling down as the lights went down in the arena.

The screams increased and Salma walked on the stage to present the first award. You rested your head on Harry’s shoulders, leaning into him for some extra comfort. He was happy to let you lean on him, not caring if his suit was now stained a little with makeup from your cheek.

“And the winner of Best Pop Vocal/R&B act is…” Salma paused to create tension.

“It’s gotta be you.” You whispered to him and Harry nudged you gently with his shoulder, because if there was one thing he wasn’t capable of it was taking a compliment - like most British people in fact.

“The one and only..” Salma continued, making you sit up straight and look at Harry who was trying to hide his smirk. “Harry Styles.”

“Yes!” You screamed, throwing your arms around him. He was laughing into your neck as he tugged you back tightly. You knew you couldn’t hold him for long, but when you pulled away - because Harry never pulled away from your hugs first - he kissed your cheek generously. You continued to smile as he hugged Rob and then Gemma as he walked past her.

You continued standing as he reached the podium to give his awards speech, cupping your hands over your mouth to try and hide your very obvious grin. You tried not to vigorously scream when you noticed the single strand of hair dangle over his forehead, but it was very difficult considering he looked so hot.

“Uh…” He started by saying, holding his Brit in the air graciously. “Thank you so so much for this, uh. First of all..” He turned to his fans in the seats behind him, “Thank you. Um, first of all I know this was a fan voted award, so to all my fans who voted thank you so so much.” You mentally patted yourself on the back. “It’s, uh, I have so many wonderful memories at the Brits. Thank you for another one. It is so good to be home, thank you so so much.”

You cheered and screamed like everyone else around you as he continued to thank everyone. Gemma leaned over to you, already slightly tipsy on the prosecco. “Wonder whether by ‘home’ he meant you?”

You had spent so much time away from Harry, whilst both of you were so focused on various other projects, that it had been so long since you’d seen each other. Now you were back with each other, Gemma was right, it felt like home.

As Harry made his way back to the table he had stopped off to get some shots. He had bought five and managed to spill none on his way over to his seat. He bent over next to you when he had made it back, kissing the side of your head before placing the shots on the table.

“One for you,” He said, handing it off to Jeff. “You,” to Rob, “Gem,” he passed one over to his sister, “And finally you.” He placed it in front of you.

“What’s this for?” You laughed, knowing Harry knew you hated doing shots.

“You’re taking this shot for me, okay?” He ordered, sitting back down in his chair.

“But.. What even is it?” You scoffed.

“Tequila.” Everyone groaned when he said that.

“Oh shut up, the lot of you.” He pulled a face, holding his shot up ready to cheer.

You all cheered each other's shot glasses, tapped them down on the table before knocking them back. Harry didn’t make a face after his, but you ended up coughing. It was so horrible. Harry already had a chaser in his hand ready for you and it made your heart warm that he knew you so well - or your heart could’ve just been warm from the tequila.

“Y’okay?” He laughed, just asking you. You nodded with a sour face. You had a feeling tonight was going to be a heavy one.

••••

Harry had won two more awards and had progressively got more drunk, which only meant that he had gotten more flirty and handsy with you.

He had just kissed Lewis Capaldi and made his way back over to your table after winning ‘Song of the Year’.

You were slightly drunk yourself from having a few too many drinks with Harry - especially with the tequila shots. Your eyes were slightly drowsy as Jeff talked to you.

“What are you and Harry doing tomorrow?” He asked.

“Um, breakfast at that pub we like, then I think he said he’s got meetings with you all afternoon about tour.” Your words slightly slurred together as you tried really hard to concentrate on the words you wanted to use.

“Ah, fuck the meetings. Have him to yourself tomorrow.” Jeff waffed his hand like it was no big deal.

“Oi, you two better be talking about me here.” Harry came up behind you and slunk an arm over your shoulders, kissing your head for good measure.

Harry made you sit back down and handed you a glass of water that he’d picked up along his way back to you.

“Y’feeling okay? A little tipsy, hm?” Harry asked, sitting down next to you and bringing you in closer to kiss your forehead a few times.

“I’m okay.” You said, but it sounded like it was all one word.

“Drink this, alright? For me?” Harry asked, holding the glass of water up to your lips. You took little sips, until you took too much and it started to dribble out of your mouth. Harry stopped and used his thumb to wipe up the wet mess, smiling at you for being so chaotic when drunk.

“You cheated on me.” You pouted after he’d cleaned you up.

“What?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Yeah. Y-You cheated on me with Lewis.” You hiccuped out.

“Ohh. To be fair though, you cheated on me with Rina.” Harry raised his eyebrows, smirking at you like two could play your game.

You hummed in delight and smiled when you thought about Rina, who was yours and Harry’s best friend. You’d spent copious amounts of time with her in Japan back in 2018 and you’d all quickly become really good friends.

“Guess we’re both cheaters.” You said, your eyes heavy under the influence.

“Don’t say that. Don’t like it when you say things like that. Kissing you is different to kissing anyone else. With Lewis, or-or with Nick, it’s different. Like they’re m’bestfriends and it’s just a friendly kiss. With you, though..” Harry stopped to hum and smile, “With you the whole world stops a-and m’heart feels like it’s never going to get enough. ‘Cause I love you in a way I never have, and never will, love anybody else.”

Your eyes teared up over listening to him and you leaned forwards, but stopped yourself short when a few tears started to fall. “Fuck.” You mumbled to yourself, wiping your tears away. “Dude, that was too much.” You groaned, trying to blink back any more tears.

“Hey, look at me.” Harry asked and you tilted your head to the side.

“Don’t you dare say anything more romantic. I’m not emotionally stable enough.” You chuckled.

“No. I was just going to say that I love you so much.”

You leant forwards and captured your lips with his, pressing yourself into him to give him a little more than a quick kiss. You pressed your lips deeper onto his, but pulled away before he could really get into it. Because once Harry got into it, especially when he was tipsy, there was absolutely no stopping him.

“I love you.” He repeated himself, looking hazily between your eyes and your lips with a half pout.

“I love you too.” You smiled and kissed him once more.

Then Stanley Tucci made it to the stage to present the award for ‘Album of the Year’. You and Harry settled back down, only after Harry reminded you to drink more of your water. You rolled your eyes, but listened to him nevertheless.

“And the winner for ‘Album of the Year is..” Stanley paused as he opened the card.

“Harry, Harry, Harry.” You repeatedly whispered under your breath, earning a laugh from Jeff.

“Harry Styles!” He called out and Harry went crazy, screaming and bashing the table in excitement. You rocketed onto your feet and cheered for him with every vocal chord you could strain. Gemma screamed with him and he hugged her first, making you awe at the moment. He was quick to turn around to you and pull you in for a bone crushing hug too, kissing your neck a few times.

“Have I changed it to a yes, now?” He spoke next to your ear above the deafening screams. Of course this man was thinking about his post-show shag rather than the actual award he’d just won. You laughed as he pulled back.

“Who wouldn’t want to sleep with a 4-time Brit winner?” You said and it made him smirk really hard, licking his lips quickly before he was ushered to walk to the stage. You continued to clap and scream as he walked up onto the stage, never wanting this moment to end. Harry’s time at the Grammy’s had been a lot more tense and sophisticated than this, so it was nice for him to let loose once in a while.

“Fuck.” He said away from the microphone, but it was still picked up. “Wow.” He recovered from his slip up on live television. “There’s literally no one in this world I love more than Stanley Tucci, so this means so much.” He giggled.

“Rude.” You said under your breath, but Gemma and Jeff laughed making you think you’d said that a little too loudly.

You stood tall and proud as you watched Harry um and awe over his award briefly, perhaps because he was drunk but more so because he’d won ‘Album of the Year’ at both the Grammy’s and the Brits in the same year. That must be some sort of record.

It was his final speech that made the tears restart and your heart fall in love all over again.

“This, uh, night has been really really special to me and I will never forget it. Thank you so much for the welcome home. I appreciate it so much. There is no place like home. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. So proud to be a British artist and so proud to be here tonight celebrating British artists and British music. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh and I should probably mention that none of this would have been possible without my best friend and collaborator, Y/N. This is as much your award as it is mine. Honestly, I have never worked with someone more dedicated to their craft than Y/N. Y/N, you inspire me to be a better person every day and I’m so happy, and grateful, to be doing this with you. I love you. Thank you.”

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bravo4iscool · 4 months

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Hey, I can't help but suggest this to you! /(this is a personal story, and I swear it can be used to make a typical series, in one word: my brother was married to a girl (let it be Cora), but he falls in love with his friend’s wife (let his friend be name Tom) and Cora and Tom fall in love with each other friend, then drama and all sorts of bullshit(#crazy_ story,lol)/

Fem!tell reader(1) and the Ghost (wife and husband) Price/soap/gas begin to fall in love with the ghost's wife (of course this is not mutual love!, fr (i think) ghost would see their views on his wife)

(1)I mean the anonymous who sent the request to (tell wife reader)

i’m sorry it took me to long to respond. i kinda forgot about this, i’m so sorry😭

but i like the idea! i hope i could write it like you imagined! (also what kind of crazy personal story is that???)

i decided to make this a series! so, this is the first part of approximately four parts!

(tall!reader | tall!reader pt2)

(masterlist | join my tag list!)

tag list - @yazt09 @bumblebeesfromvenus @blackhawkfanatic

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

john "soap" mactavish

soap did not want it to go that way. absolutely not. nu-uh. never in a hundred—no—thousand years did he want to fall in love with you. the wife of his fucking lieutenant.

it really hit him like a bloody truck. one day he was teasing his lt. about his enormously tall wife and on the next he just wanted to bend you over the next best table and do unspeakable things to you.

soap knew it was wrong, he knew and he didn't want to feel this way but he couldn't help it. you were so—he didn't know the right words to describe you.

every time he saw you—with his lt. or not—he felt himself blushing and avoiding you at all costs. if ghost would find out, soap would be cooked; so cooked. his lt. was—even tho you could perfectly handle yourself—very protective over you and who could blame him? soap wouldn't wanna lose someone as amazing as you.

“johnny?“ ghost's gruff voice drags the sargeant's attention back to reality. the scot's head perks up and he looks at his lt.

“yea?“

“can ya pick m'wife up in an hour?“ the older man casually asks while he continues to fill out his reports. “she has a doctors appointment 'nd i won't be finished in time t'pick 'er up,“ he explains, not even bothering to look at his best friend.

soap blinks two times before he opens his mouth. “wha?“ he then asks, not sure if he heard it right.

ghost's rolls his eyes and sets his pen down. “i asked ya t'pick up m'wife.“ when soap doesn‘t answer ghost raises a questioning brow. “i can also ask gaz.“

soap shakes his head. “no, no! i‘ll do it. no problem!“ there was a sudden euphoria in his voice and ghost frowned. this was weird…

“are ya okay johnny?“ he wants to know, tilting his head. “ya bein‘ weird.“

immediately soap shakes his head again. “me? weird? nah lt. why would ye think tha?“ he lets out a nervous chuckle and averts his gaze.

ghost sighs and rolls his eyes. “the way ya behaving i might think ya in love with m’wife.“

it was meant as a joke but soap‘s throat tied up and he forced out another laugh. “me in love with ye lassie? never lt.!“

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alittletaste · 2 years

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DOZING OFF

↳ The one where Harry and Y/n are exhausted parents in desperate need of an orgasm, but luck isn’t on their side

Warnings: This contains some smut so please be 18+ if you are going to read! A little under 2k words. Hope you enjoy! Please reblog, it means a lot to us writers! <3

“They got down quick tonight” Harry spoke as he walked into the room, working on unbuckling his jeans so that he can get comfy in his pyjamas.

Y/n was sat up in bed, rubbing lavender-scented lotion onto her smooth legs, inhaling the sweet smell deeply. “mhm, probably because they were running around all day. tired themselves out” she replied nonchalantly, putting the lotion on the nightstand before getting up and walking over to her husband.

She takes him in, standing there in front of him. His facial hair was growing, and there was a little sprinkle of grey in his hair, he was older but his eyes were still the same. They looked at her with the same adoration as they did back then when they first met, or on their wedding day, or the days their kids were born. His love for her was visible in everything he did and hers was too.

“hey, you” Harry breaks the silence, his hand coming up to cup y/n's cheek.

“Hi, I’ve missed you” y/n replies, hugging Harry’s sturdy chest, she feels his strong heartbeat beneath her.

“I’ve missed you too” he replies, meeting her lips for a kiss. It was short and sweet but the passion was there nonetheless. “Haven’t truly had you in forever” he mumbles against her lips.

“I know, maybe tonight?” She looks up at him, eyes glistening. How could Harry ever resist that?

“Of course, I’d love to” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her. She accepts it before yawning as Harry runs his fingertips up and down her bare arms softly. “Just don’t fall asleep, yeah?” He chuckles making her giggle.

“Of course, I won’t!”

“Ok good, let me go freshen up, I’ll be right back. I love you” he spoke, kissing her on the lips before heading off to the ensuite. His excitement was also laced with the same exhaustion, it wasn’t easy being parents to four kids. He was practically running around all day, waking up at the crack of dawn and being interrupted in the middle of the night by one of the bubbas. But he loved it, he loved being a dad.

After he freshened up, he made his way back into the room, his eyes droopy and his mouth opened in a yawn. “Fuck me” he groans, rubbing at his eyes and chuckling once he hears y/ns giggles from the bed.

“Tired? Hmm?” She asks him, pushing the duvet off the bed, and calling her husband over. He slowly joins her in the bed, his arm going to pull her in.

“Never too tired to love up on you, peach” he smirks, taking in his wife. He slowly leans in to kiss her, and once he pulls back, he begins to push her hair back. “You’re m’wife, my other half, my soulmate. I’ve always got time to love up on you. You know that right?” he smiles. Just as y/ns is about to reach forward for another kiss, they hear the pitter-patter of little feet, soon followed by a knock on the door.

“Daddy!!! Mommy!!” The little voice that belonged to Stella, their 3-year-old daughter, called out. They could hear the tears in her voice and Harry quickly got off the bed, to open the door and console his crying daughter.

“Oh my love bug, what’s wrong? Hmm? Daddy’s here” he spoke, soothing his crying daughter by rubbing her back. She hiccuped against him, her eyes overflowing with tears.

“My baby, are you ok?” y/n asks from the bed, her heart aching at the sight in front of her.

“ghost in m’room” she mumbled, clinging onto her strong daddy as he picked her up and took her to their bed.

“Are you sure bug?” Harry asked and the little girl nodded, her mum now wiping her eyes. Harry looked over at y/n, to see if she was equally as confused by what Stella meant, and to no one’s surprise, she was.

“do you want daddy to scare the ghost away love?” He asks her and she nods, jumping up on the bed, and opening her arms wide for her dad to pick her up.

“Come on then” Harry guides her back to her room, before settling her in the bed.

“Where is the ghost, love bug?” Harry asks, curious as to what freaked his youngest out so badly.

“In there, daddy” she points to her wardrobe and Harry walks towards it. “No daddy! The ghost will eat you” his little girl cried making Harry chuckle to himself.

“No, it won’t! Look at me, I’m strong, I’ll scare the ghost away ok, now don’t worry, love bug. Daddy’s got yah” Harry replies, making a show of flexing his bicep muscles.

Stella nods and Harry continues, walking forward and slowly opening the wardrobe drawer to reveal their cat, Bella, she meows and jumps out, happy to finally be free. Harry assumed it was Bella scratching at the wardrobe which scared Stella.

When Harry looked back, he was met with the sight of his daughter giggling away. “Silly Bella!” She giggled making Harry laugh.

“She was the ghost all along huh?” Harry laughed making her nod her head and lay down.

“M’tired daddy” she mumbles and Harry smiles.

“Right, let’s get you to sleep then. I love you princess” he says softly, tucking Stella in. She falls asleep within the next five minutes and Harry slowly makes his way back to his room but not before laying a gentle kiss into Stella’s hair.

“Hi, I’m back,” Harry says as he walks back in but he gets no reply, he looks up to the bed to see y/n fast asleep her mouth slightly open and a book resting on her chest. He walks over, takes the book from her chest and rests it on the nightstand before getting into bed. He nuzzled against her shoulder after turning the lamp's light off and y/n slowly awakens.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I dozed off” she whispers, once she sees Harry staring at her.

“It’s all good babe, we’re tired. We’ve got plenty of time to have some fun tomorrow, can send the kids off to m’mums, yeah?” He smiles, pulling her closer to his chest.

“But I really wanted tonight”

“If you really want to, I’m down” and with that, they start making out, Harry’s tongue slipping into y/ns mouth as he explores her, his hands slowly making their way down her body, caressing her soft skin before landing on top of her panties. He rubs her from there, feeling the material get damp before finally slipping his fingers in and teasing her clit.

His eyes were closed as he made out with his lover, moaning in pleasure as he felt y/n's hand slowly make its way down his own body and be placed on top of his bulge. She rubs him over the fabric, and Harry has to take a second to pull away from y/n's lips to contain himself. He was so horny, ready to bust any second but he was also so sleepy, he could feel himself slowly begin to doze off. His fingers came to a stop and y/n giggled. “Have you fallen asleep on me love?” She asks as she feels the weight of Harry’s head on her shoulder, waking Harry up.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Sorry, m’so horny but tired” he says, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. They continue, feeling each other up but soon later it’s y/n who’s leaning her head on his chest, slowly falling asleep.

“Peach?”

“Mhm?” Her voice came as a whisper making Harry chuckle. “Yeah, I don’t think it’s going to work tonight. We’re too tired” he says and y/n laughs.

“We’re such parents”

“You’re right. The best though”

“Mhm, I think our kids love us”

“They do, now get some rest before one of them rascals wake us up again” Harry mumbles, pulling his wife into his side, he kisses into her hair and not long later, they both fall asleep.

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thenexusofsouls · 5 months

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“You can still turn your back on this if you want. Just don’t expect us to still be here when you finally come around again.”

{I was thinking this could be Thor and William finding out Sara isn’t dead}

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{ Ooooh this is a good one! This would be so hard for Eric because loves them both and feels that he has a duty/responsibility to both as well. He was married to Sara first and that’s his first love, but it isn’t right to just abandon Thor either. He’d be so incredibly conflicted. }

“It’s no’ like that,” Eric said, the inner turmoil clear in his expression. “She’s m’wife too, Thor. My first one, so... really... I ‘ad no business marryin’ you in th’first place, I jus’ didn’t know’t. But since I did anyway, I’ve got a duty t’you both.” And yet Sara wanted nothing to do with him and Thor was quickly starting to feel the same way. Was he about to go from two wives to none? “I need to talk to ‘er. I abanoned ‘er once, I won’t do’t again. But I will be back. You ‘ave my word.”

#muse: eric #submission

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bri-to-the-future · 2 years

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Season 1 Episode 2- A Family Vacation

No live action intro this time??? You cant establish something and then just change your mind

C L A R A!!!

Aw einy is having a rough time

LMAO DOC MADE HIS DOG BED GERMAN-

It feels so out of character for clara to be this peeved about a black out??? Babes youre from the old west

WHYS JEN BLONDE???

And why do they need the delorean lol? They must wanna time travel they could use the truck if they needed a normal car

WHY IS CLARA SO MAD YOURE FROM THE OLD WEST BITCH

Also can we talk about her full name being Clarabelle????

Why are there tannens everywhere lol

LMAO DOC “Thats no m’lady! That’s m’wife!”

MARTY *IS* IN THIS EPISODE! OH MY GOD HES SO FUNNY HIS ACCENTS SO CUTE

Oh god not another maggie situation this guy better not actually be a mcfly-

The kids fake accents are so dumb i cant decide if i hate them or love them

NOT DOC WRITING HIS WILL WHEN THE KIDS SHOW UP HAHAHA

Oh biffingham is funny actually. “Just a second, your lordship!” “Take thy time, doomed one.”

The line about docs ancestors is great too

Love clara and british jen being proactive

Oh this music is brilliant actually wtf

THEY ARE ACTUAL MCFLYS IT IS A MAGGIE THING WHY IS THIS SERIES LIKE THIS!?!?!?

Clara youre from the old west get over it

Oh thank god when they didnt open with christopher lloyd i was worried they wouldnt bring him and bill nye in at the end either lol

The sand bag joke is so cheesy lol

Im having much more fun than i expected

#bttf #bttf show #live blogging

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it-llves · 6 years

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hardest choice to date

#choices stories you play #desire and decorum #this post was made by miss parsons squad #u BET i dropped 30 diamond on m’wife! you BET i did!!?

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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I saw you were doing blurbs and I can’t get this idea out of my head. I love your vogue beauty secrets and there is another YouTube cam hammer that does truth or drink and they had a married couple and all I could think about was MLBHarry and Yn, laughing and drinking.

The Love Birds

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warnings: none

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“Why did we agree to do this?” YN shakes her head as she looks at the liquor bottles and shot glasses in front of her then all the cameras.

Harry was sat across from them, a camera crew to the side of them - it was a special video for Vogue Online’s anniversary and they were asking celebrities to join in for funny couple videos.

“Anytime you want to stop, tell me. I’ll make sure those cameras go off,” Harry assured her as he reaches across to kiss her hand before they start, “Just want to show off how pretty my little wife is.”

They had already went over with the production what they need to say and do - it wasn’t over complicated and they have notecards of the question.

As soon as they start recording, Harry’s good at turning on his public persona - warm, confident, and sure.

“Hello, my name is Harry Styles. This is m’wife, YN Styles, and to celebrate Vogue’s anniversary we’re going to play Truth or Drink,” Harry jokingly cracks his knuckles, rings glinting in the light.

“Simple rules. Either you answer the question on the card, which has been written by a fan or you take a shot,” Harry continues, running his hand like a salesmen by the different liquors on the table, “Nervous, my love?”

YN scoffs, reaching for her notecards, “I can’t wait to get you drunk.”

Harry fake gasps, looking comically towards the camera, “You hear that? She’s just trying to loosen me up!”

YN picks the first card, smirking at the words as she flicks her eye over the paper at her husband before asking, “What is the worst team in the league?”

“That’s easy, Dodgers,” Harry replies with a cocky grin that flashes his white teeth, it makes YN want to kiss it off of him.

“Who would have guessed?” YN replies as she discard her question, raising an eyebrow at her husband when he reads his question.

“Okay, darlin’,” He drawls lazily but his eyes are twinkling, “Have any of my teammates made a pass at you? And if yes, who?”

Harry’s obvious by the way he straightens up but, he wanted to know this answer and YN wasn’t going to blast the men all over the internet.

“Pour me a shot of that vodka,” YN says instead, pointing the bottle, “I’ll drink to that question.”

“Are you fuckin’ with me? Have they hit on you?” Harry huffs, trying to get a smile on his face as he pours the shot, “You’re definitely telling me after this game.”

“Ssh, be a good sport for once,” She titters as she takes the shot, tilting her head back and squinting as it burns her throat.

“Okay?” Harry checks as he watches her reaction.

“Mm,” She assures him, picking her next card, “Don’t remember the last time I took a shot or drank for that matter. Next question, do you regret not having a wedding?”

Harry furrows his brow a bit, “Christ, just getting into the questions. Fans sent these? Well, we did have a wedding but it was just you and I. We didn’t have a full wedding though.”

“Yeah, I consider that we did have a wedding but it wasn’t traditional with a lot of people and celebration,” YN agrees, sipping her water to try to get rid of the aftertaste.

“I can answer this. I don’t regret it. It was perfect at the time for us. We didn’t have much money and we had our first baby due. It was still one of the best days of m’life.

“One of the best?” YN teases as she tosses the card.

“I have five of the best days ever,” Harry tells her, his eyes softening, “They day we got married and the days you gave birth to our babies.”

“Softie,” She leans across the table to give him a quick peck which he eagerly accepts with happy grin - it was so obvious how happy they are.

“Let’s see, oh. I like this one,” Harry hums, his dimples deep in his cheeks, “What’s your favorite thing about me physically and your least?”

YN rolls her eyes, “Of course. Physically, I mean it changes day to day but-“

“Darling, we’re married. You can say it’s my di-“

“Harry!” YN interrupts with a giggle, “Shut it. I love your smile and your thighs. Least is definitely how bad your feet stink after baseball.”

“Hurtful,” Harry pouts at her, eyes narrowed a bit but it’s playful, and nods at her to take her turn.

YN nearly chokes when she reads this card, feeling her face get hot, “Er, where was the most public place you’ve ever had a hook-up?”

As their eyes meet, both of their minds go to that dugout in Baltimore or maybe when they fucked on that balcony in Italy.

The question startles a laugh out of Harry, he sits back and spreads his leg open more - like there’s not enough room for his cock - a cheeky smile on his face.

“Want me to answer, darlin’?” Harry goads with a raised brow - he’s not going to answer it, they both know he knows better nor would he want to share, “Because I can think of quite a few of ‘em.”

“Up to you,” She says instead but smiles when he pours himself a shot of tequila.

He swigs it fast, grimacing as he did before he puts the little glass down, “Okay, apparently that was dhe warm up and the question will get more invasive now and we’ll really see who gets smashed.”

“What’s your favorite position? And not in baseball,” Harry asks with his tongue peeking out to lick his lips - they are both way too private to answer sexual questions and they already know them all.

Harry know how much she being in his lap while he fucks up into her, slow, and with his mouth planting lovebites all over her tits.

Or when he gives it to her hard from behind and wraps her hair in his hand - it all depends on the mood.

YN shifts nervously in her chair, glaring as his eyes twinkling, “Pour me another shot.”

Harry laughs louder at her response, filling it back, and watching as she shoots it back without hesitation.

“Why wouldn’t you answer that?” He teases as he leans across the table to thumb at smudge of lipstick off her chin where it smeared - only if you were watching closely could you see his thumb ghost over her lips quickly.

“Because I don’t not want our four children to ever know that answer and this is going on YouTube,” YN replies, rearranging herself on the chair.

“S’cause you’re the best mama,” Harry says sincerely and not for the cameras - just for her.

YN gives him a soft look for his comment before biting her lips at her next question, “How old were you when you lost your virginity and with who?”

Harry actually feels himself blushing.

He was proud that he had only been with his wife but he didn’t want the magazines to overanalyze his sex life - everyone knew he was pan but not demi.

He takes that shot back quickly without question.

“Which wife do you dislike the most out of my teammates,” Harry’s giggling as he reads it because he knows her next move.

“Are these all drink? I can’t answer that either,” YN huffs as she pours herself another and chugs if before slamming the glass on the table.

“What is the worst thing about playing for The Yankees?”

Drink.

“What’s the most expensive thing I ever surprised you with and how much did it cost?”

Drink.

“How much did you make last year?”

Drink.

At this point on, Harry was finally starting to feel a bit tipsy as his cheeks were getting pink and his limbs felt loose.

YN was three sheets to the wind after downing the shots in short succession, especially after not having drank in a very long time.

“S’mine?” YN giggles girlishly as she pulls out the card, “What is-“

“No, baby,” Harry cuts her off with a chuckle, he’s looking at her so fucking fondly, “You just asked me, s’my turn. Do you want more kids?”

YN’s eyes get comically wide at that question, “Did you write that question?”

“I didn’t, darling. But I sure am curious about your answer,” He goads, it’s obvious he wants the answer to this along with the viewers.

“Mm, I don’t think I want to answer this,” She murmurs sheepishly as she pours another shot and swigs it.

“Really? You’re not gonna answer?” Harry’s face falls, his bottom lip pouting out with a puppy dog look.

“I can, it’s just that-“

“None of that. M’just kidding, you already if you want more I’ll give ‘em to you,” Harry interrupts, his accent getting more distinct and deep as the alcohol flows through his system, “C’mere.”

YN gets up and steps over to the other side of the table where Harry wraps an arm around his waist and pulls her down onto his lap.

“Why didn’t I attend the MLB draft with you?” Harry situates her so she’s leaned back against his chest, she was getting sweaty for the liquor.

“It was because you were pregnant with our first baby,” Harry replies back, his hand ghosting over her belly like he’s remembering where the bump was.

Harry chuckles adoringly, kissing her temple before handing her the last card - he whispers in her ear, “I love you.”

“Okay, let’s see. Which of our babies is the most likely to become a baseball player?” Harry hums as he flicks the card carelessly.

YN’s eyes get a bit shimmery, lips turning down, “I want to go home and see my babies now. I think we’ve been gone for too long. What if Ezra’s sad? I need to check my phone to see if your mum-“

“We can go,” He murmurs quietly before nodding towards the cameras to cut - he will make sure that last little bit is edited out.

YN hadn’t been drunk in so long, she wasn’t an emotional drunk the times she had before she’d had kids but now she was so emotional.

Harry thanks the crew and helps YN put her jacket on, “Wha-What if Briar didn’t eat? Cash hasn’t been sleeping well. Easton has that dentist appt-“

“Sweetheart,” Harry interjects with a laugh as he guides her into their awaiting SUV to be driven back to the hotel, “We’re staying in the night in the city. The babies are fine. Everything is okay, I promise.”

“Do you think I’m a good mom?” She sniffles as she burrows in his chest, “S’just Ezra gets so anxious and I try my best but sometimes I feel like a bad mom.”

“Hey,” Harry says firmly, “You’re the best mama. To all of the kids, to Ezra. He loves you so so much. You do such an amazing job of parenting him. He’s perfect and healthy. You couldn’t be doing any better. Best decision of my life was to have babies with you.”

YN glances him up and down to make sure he’s being truthful before she launches herself at him, their lips connecting harshly.

“Mm, want you. Look so good tonight,” YN drawls out as her hand comes roughly to palm at his crotch.

“Jesus, mama,” Harry mumbles before pulling back, “Let’s get you back to the hotel for bath and to sober up a bit, yeah? Then I’ll give you whatever you want.”

The Styles’ Night Out

The face of the New York Yankees, Harry Styles, stepped out with his wife YN in New York City last night.

The couple seemed to be having a romantic night at The Four Seasons without their brood of four children - Easton, Cash, Ezra, and Briar.

Fans and the internet alike have been going wild for a new video of the couple playing Truth or Drink for Vogue Online.

Harry and YN stayed mum on most of the more sensitive topics such as sex but were open about their small wedding and what they enjoy about each other.

However, Styles made is no secret how infatuated he is with his wife and his desire to have more children.

People were posting everywhere about the video (26 million views later),cooing over how happy they appeared and female fans jealous of the moment YN sat on his lap.

The couple were last spotting after the filming, going back to their hotel, where Harry looked noticeably more tousled after the car ride with his missus - a few lipstick prints on his mouth and cheeks.

Styles is set to kick off another successful game tonight with the Pittsburgh Pirates at his home field in the city.

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ANOTHER ONE

A/N: the fluff and dadrry content in this one!!! ahh i was in my feels so much while writing this! hope you guys will enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it, as always feedback is much appreciated!

PAIRING: husband!dad!Harry X Reader

WARNINGS: just a bit of smutty talk, but no actual smut

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A groggy, lazy hum vibrates through your chest as you slowly wake from your sleep feeling two familiar hands wandering on your stomach, your hips and waist and your breasts under your sleeping shirt that was once Harry’s, but you’ve labeled it yours a long time ago.

Your husband is pressed up against you from behind, the heat of his body feels heavenly so early in the morning. You know it’s early, it has to be, because if it was any time after six you wouldn’t be woken up by Harry but maybe by the twins, their feet tippy-tapping on the floor as they throw themselves onto the bed with you, or maybe your six-year-old demanding her breakfast as she jumps on Harry’s back until he acknowledges her presence. With three kids in the house between the age of four and six, there’s no such thing as sleeping in and having a lazy morning, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, you love those little monsters more than anything and you can’t be mad at them for waking you up even on your worst day.

“Good mornin’ Mrs. Styles,” Harry rasps, pushing his face next to yours, kissing into your neck, his unruly curls tickling your nose, a giggle escaping your lips while your eyes are still closed. You said I do eight years ago and he is still obsessed with calling you Mrs. Styles, the man is so possessive over you, but it’s the best kind where he’s obsessed with the woman he chose to spend the rest of his life. There definitely had been ups and downs in your marriage, but you always came out stronger and just even more in love with each other, you simply can’t imagine a life where you don’t end up with Harry, it was written in the stars, as Anne always tells you.

“Whatcha’ doing, Mr. Styles?” you giggle back as his hand cups your breast, kneading it gently, playing with your nipple that reacts to his touch so easily.

“Jus’ trying to love on m’wife,” he giggle like a guilty little boy as he presses his hips forward, the obvious morning wood poking you from behind and you can’t stop yourself from melting against him, wiggling your butt just enough to make him groan.

“What time is it?” you ask, feeling your arousal growing, but the last thing you want is the kids to walk in on you.

“Early enough to…” His hand slides down your body, slipping under the waistband of your shorts. “…have a quickie before breakfast duties…” His lips kiss your shoulder as his hips start moving against you from behind rhythmically, his fingers finally reaching your clit and he starts circling on it gently to rile you up. You hum again, wanting nothing more than to have some intimate moments with him which is rare to have with three kids around and just when he starts to push his pants down, doing the same with your shorts too, a thought pops into your mind.

“Wait, I forgot to buy condoms!” you gasp, turning your head to look at him. You’re an out of your last box a few days ago and you didn’t buy a new one because you went grocery shopping with Ellie and she always questions you about everything, you really weren’t feeling like explaining what condoms are to your six-year-old so you just told yourself to buy it later, but it slipped your mind.

Harry’s lips part, his motions stopping as you pout at him.

“I’m sorry, babe. But…” you start as you turn around to lie on your side facing him, hands moving down to wrap around his length. “We can have some other fun,” you grin at him, giving him a few lazy pumps to see if he is up for it.

“Or we could… just do it without a condom?” he suggests with a cautious look in his eyes, clearly not sure how you’ll react to his idea.

“H, I really don’t want to pick up a pill again, I feel so shitty after that,” you sigh with a pout. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d take a morning after pill, in the twelve years you’ve been with Harry you had you fair share of heated moments when you needed each other more than to think about protection, but it always made you nauseous so you’ve been trying to avoid using it.

“You don’t have to, you could just…” Harry is dancing around something clearly, but he doesn’t know how to say it and now the picture is starting to be clear finally.

“Are you trying to say that… we should…”

“I was thinking that maybe we could have another baby,” he admits and you can’t hide the surprise on your face.

“Harry…” you breathe out cupping his face.

“Please don’t say no right away,” he pleads. “I’ve just been thinking that Ellie has started school now, the twins are in pre-school, they are growing up so fast, I… I want another baby. I miss them being babies, their tiny feet and hands, the giggles and their smell…” he wonders and it’s obvious it’s something that’s been on his mind lately. But how long has he been thinking about it?

“I know, H. I miss them being so little too, but… four kids?” you sigh, voicing your fears. If you’re being honest, you’ve thought about having another one before, but you got to the conclusion that you have enough on your hands with your three children, keeping up with your work as Harry does the same, taking them to dance practice and football, there’s always something to do around the house and soon they will all have homework they will need help with, more after school stuff, maybe Max will want to try out other sports and Maddie will pick up an interest in an instrument. You’ll always have something to do and now Harry wants to add another kid to the picture?

“I know it sounds scary, the kids are already outnumbering us around here,” he chuckles softly as his hand runs up to squeeze your shoulder.

“With four they will be doubling us!” you point out with wide eyes.

“Yeah, but… I think we could do it. Ellie would be seven by the time the baby would be born, she is already so clever and she helps the twins so much! Max has always been the most independent of them all. I know Maddie could be a little princess…” he chuckles making you giggle too thinking about the youngest in the family. Max was supposed to be baby B, but he was so eager to come ahead of his sister that he ended up being the first one to be born, making Maddie the youngest.

“She would hate it if she weren’t the smallest anymore,” you chuckle thinking about how much Maddie enjoys being the baby of the family.

“I know, but I think she would get used to it. I would make sure to spend a lot of alone time with her.”

“Why do I feel like you already have a whole plan for this?” you sigh narrowing your eyes at him. “How long have you been thinking about it?”

“Do you remember when we were looking at old photos of you being pregnant with Ellie?” he mumbles, a guilty look on his pretty face.

“Harry, that was like… a month ago? You’ve been keeping this from me for so long?!”

“I know, I’m sorry, I just… didn’t know how to actually bring it up,” he chuckles nervously.

“So you decided to ask me right when I had a hand on your dick?” you point out the scene that was happening just minutes ago, chuckling at how comical this turned out.

“I panicked,” he admits with an airy chuckle. “But… you haven’t said no yet,” he points out the truth.

“H, I don’t know if it’s a good idea. We already have so little time together. A baby would just lessen that even more.”

“I was thinking that the kids could spend more time at my mum’s. She’s been nagging me so much that she wants to be with them more.”

“My mom says the same thing,” you admit with a chuckle, remembering all the times your mother was scolding you on the phone, being dramatic how long she’s seen the kids even though you spend a weekend at hers every month at least.

“But also, we could easily just get a babysitter too. I know you’re against it, that you prefer to do it yourself, but there’s nothing to be ashamed of getting help, especially…” His hand slips to your stomach, his fingers dancing on your soft tummy. “If we had four of them,” he murmurs and you don’t miss the excited glint in his eyes. God, this man is so baby crazy!

“I don’t know, it would be a big change…” you sigh truthfully.

“Just… don’t say no yet, okay? Think about it, as much as you want and we can get back to it later, please!”

You can’t answer, as soon as you open your mouth a tiny voice echoes down the hallway.

“Daddy? I’m awake!” Ellie announces and you hear her tiny steps running towards your bedroom. You both quickly fix your clothes so when the door opens you’re decent. Ellie walks in with her bed hair, holding onto her favorite stuffed animal, a bunny Harry brought her from Paris when she was two and she is quick to climb to bed, throwing herself between the two of you.

“Hey Ellie Bunny, slept good?” Harry hums smiling down at the girl, getting some morning snuggles.

“I had a dream about giraffes!” she announces giggling and she reaches out for your face as Harry kisses her cheek. “Mum!”

“Right here, baby.” Leaning closer you brush your nose against hers, making her giggle before you press a kiss to her forehead.

“Now kiss daddy!” she demands, pushing your face to Harry’s, making you both chuckle, but you obey her order, pressing your lips against your husband’s.

“You hungry?” Harry hums, squeezing the little girl to his chest.

“Yeah, I want cereal!”

“Alright. But we gotta get your sister and brother too, it’s time to wake up.”

“Can I wake them up?” Ellie looks up at Harry with puppy eyes, as if the man could ever say no, he is so whipped for his kids, it’s incredible.

“Sure, come on,” he pats her bum to get her to climb off the bed. “We’ll talk later, right?” he asks leaning closer to you.

“Yeah,” you nod at him with a soft smile before he steals a quick kiss.

“I’ll get the kids and start breakfast, you just go and take a shower, I know you wanted to wash your hair last night.”

“Thanks,” you sigh happily as you watch him get out of bed, following Ellie out of the room to the twins’ bedroom.

A few moments later you hear two more tiny voices, Harry is putting on a show again to make the kids laugh and your heart is pitter-pattering as you think about having another baby. Another little bundle of joy, seeing Harry with a baby again, seeing your kids meet their new sibling, it definitely excites you, but you’re still not sure how you’d manage life with four kids.

Sighing you tell yourself to just put it aside for a little as you head to have a quick shower.

When you come downstairs, your hair wrapped in a towel, a fluffy robe around your body, the smell of eggs has filled the kitchen and you hear Max’s chatter before you even see him. Ellie is sitting in her usual spot eating her cereal, next to her Max has a plate of toasties as he is talking his sister’s ears off about his newest obsession, dinosaurs. Harry is standing by the stove, one hand holding the spatula, the other one holding Maddie’s hand as the girl is watching him make the eggs as if it was magic. Gosh, you love this sight, your kids all healthy and happy, your husband taking care of them like he’s done this all his life, though you still remember the slight panic he had when you found out you were pregnant with Ellie.

The funny thing is that you’d been trying for a baby, Harry wanted it so badly, but then something snapped in him and he was so scared he would be a shitty dad. All his doubts disappeared when he held his daughter for the first time, skin to skin, her tiny hand wrapping around his finger. You cried so hard as you watched them interact for the first time, maybe it was just the hormones or maybe it was the magic of seeing your husband falling in love with your daughter, but that was a turning point in your life. And probably in his too. Harry is an amazing father, not just with the kids but with everything that comes with having a family. He always helps around the house, he cleans and cooks, doesn’t expect you to do everything on your own. When the kids were small and you had to wake up several times through the night to feed them he always stayed up with you, and even if he couldn’t help with anything, it was nice to have him sit there with you, kissing your shoulders and cheeks as you nursed your babies. It would actually be nice to do all of this with him again…

“Mummy!” Maddie cheers when she sees you, running over to you, asking to be picked up.

“Hey my love. Daddy’s making eggs for you?” you smile at her, brushing her hair out of her face as you walk over to Harry to press a kiss to his shoulder blade before making your way to the fridge to grab the orange juice.

“Yes and he said I can try his spicy sauce this time!” she tells you, over the moon from the news. Maddie has been having a weird obsession with spicy food and she takes them surprisingly well for a four-year-old.

“That’s great, Mads. Why don’t you sit with your brother? I think daddy’s almost done with your eggs.”

Putting the little girl down she runs to the table as you help Harry out with the rest of breakfast. The five of you sit together as you eat, enjoying some time as a family before everyone goes their own way. Harry loads the dishwasher and helps Ellie to get dressed while you handle the twins. About an hour later everyone is ready, loading into the car. You grab the lunch you made for Harry yesterday, handing it over to him before he gets into the car to drop the kids off on his way to the studio.

“Thank you, Lovie,” he hums, kissing you as he takes the bag from you. “See you later?”

“Yeah. Love you, have a great day,” you smile at him.

“Love you too.” He presses a kiss to your forehead before getting into the car.

“See you later guys, be good!” you peek into the car, waving at the kids.

“Bye mummy! Love you!” they sing back in unison as Harry starts the car and you watch them drive away.

After having the twins you were determined to go back to work, at least half-time, even if Harry earns more money than you’d ever need. You never wanted to be the stay at home mom who doesn’t have a life outside her family and your previous boss was more than happy to have you back part-time so it all played out well.

Usually this is your time in the office when you stop worrying about anything that’s not work related, when you switch mommy mode off and focus on something else. Today however your thoughts keep wandering to the conversation you had with Harry this morning.

You started dating Harry when you both were twenty, at the prime of his One Direction era. No one thought you would last with the crazy schedule Harry had back then, but you proved them wrong. He proposed to you on your twenty-third birthday and you were married a year later. Two years later you had Ellie, you toured with her, she made her red carpet debut at just one year old, you really took a risk as first time parents, but it all turned out well. Two years later you got pregnant again and it shocked you to find out you were having twins. You panicked and cried and were convinced you could never take care of two babies along with a toddler. Harry was the one who calmed you and made you believe that it’s gonna be alright. Later he admitted that he was shitting his pants too, but didn’t want to freak you out too.

Now as you think back at how everything turned out, you know you aced it, because you had a support system and of course, the most amazing husband. Adding another baby to the family now might be a big change, but deep down you know it’s nothing you couldn’t deal with.

You get off work at two pm and you go on to run your errands. Pharmacy, picking up a few outfits for Harry from the Gucci store and then grocery shopping. When you married Harry and started talking about trying for a baby and becoming a family, you made one thing very clear: you don’t want to have someone do everything for you. Not when you’re capable of cleaning the house on your own, fill the fridge, wash your clothes and so on. You wanted to stay down-to-earth and Harry agreed with you one hundred percent. This doesn’t mean that sometimes you don’t call a cleaning company to fix up the house when you’ve been behind with everything around you, or didn’t order your groceries to the house instead of going to the store yourself.

Once you’ve picked up Harry’s supplements and the kids’ vitamins and the pharmacy, the Gucci bags are sitting in the trunk of the car, you finally get to the grocery store. You’ve crossed everything off your list when you pass by the condoms and find yourself stopping. Chewing on your bottom lip you grab the one you usually buy, eyeing the box hesitantly. At last you drop it into the cart and head to the check-out.

By the time you get home and put everything away you need to head out to pick the twins up. You’re on the way when Harry texts you that he just left the studio, gonna pick Ellie up and meet you at home.

“Mummy! Mummy!” Max and Maddie chant as they run up to you, both of them smashing against you, wrapping their arms around your thighs.

“Hey guys. Did you have fun today?” Squatting down you pull them into your embrace, squeezing them tightly. You’ve gotten used to not being around your kids all day, but that doesn’t mean so don’t miss them. It’s always so nice to have them back and hear them share what they did all day.

You get home before Harry, letting the twins watch some TV as you start with the preparations for dinner. Not much later, the remaining two members of the family arrive, Ellie dancing around, humming the song that’s currently stuck in her head.

“Hi, Lovie,” Harry greets you, kissing your cheek as he squeezes your hip brushing past you to put away his empty food boxes.

“Hey, how was your day?”

“Mm, good. Mitch was a little extra grumpy today,” he chuckles softly. “Do you need help?”

“That would be great, thank you.”

“Alright, let me change and I’ll be right back.”

Harry runs up the stairs, ridding himself of his jeans and jumper, putting on some comfy sweatpants and a cotton t-shirt. He pulls his little black notebook out of his bag and brings it to his nightstand to shove it into the drawer, but as he yanks it out, he notices the new box of condoms in there that you bought today.

His heart sinks painfully. It means that you don’t want to try for another baby and you’ll probably tell him yourself later. He can only hope he won’t start crying like a child, he definitely shouldn’t have worked himself up this much about the idea of having a fourth one.

He drops the notebook into the drawer and closes it, plastering a smile to his face as he heads down to help you out, but you notice the change in him.

“Hey, everything alright?” you ask, grabbing his hand before he could start chopping the tomatoes up.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… a little tired, is all,” he smiles back at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He knows he can’t get mad at you for not wanting another baby, you already gifted him with three perfect little ones, carrying two of them at the same time which is just inhuman. He knows how hard pregnancies were on you, it’s completely understandable you don’t want to go through another one, but still, he can’t help but feel disappointed.

After dinner Harry helps you clean up and you don’t miss out on how quiet he is. Then you all decide to watch a movie together and it seems like he is being extra cuddly with the kids, wanting to have them close as you all lounge on the couch. You want to ask what’s wrong, because there’s definitely something weighing down on him, but you don’t want to bring it up in front of the kids.

Tonight it’s his turn to put the twins to bed and you’re taking care of Ellie. It takes a little longer to get her to sleep, so by the time you close her door Harry is already in the bedroom, fresh out of the shower, scrolling through his phone. You take a quick shower too and getting in bed with Harry you’re determined to get him to tell you what’s gotten him so quiet.

“Hey,” you softly call out, cuddling to his side and you don’t miss the tiny bit of hesitation before he wraps an arm around you. “I know something is wrong, you can’t fool me. Talk to me please!”

He locks the phone and drops it to his wireless charger, staring up at the ceiling as he sighs. He is starting to worry you, especially because it seemed like everything was fine when he got home, so then what happened?

“I just… I’m sorry, I shouldn't be so upset about this,” he breathes out shaking his head. Pushing yourself up on your arms you cup his face in one palm.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s alright. Just tell me what upset you so much.” His eyes finally find yours and it’s clear he is hesitant to tell you.

“I… I saw the condoms in the drawer.”

It takes you a few moments to put the picture together and when you see his eyes watering you feel your own throat closing up at how upset he got over such a little, insignificant thing, though you know it meant something more to him.

“Harry…”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t react like this, but I just… I was really hoping you’d say yes,” he sobs, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Oh my God, please don’t cry,” you breathe out, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close. His arms curl around your frame, burying his face into your neck.

“I just love being a dad so much, I'm watching them growing up and I’m afraid that soon they won’t need me like they need me now. I thought if we had another baby we could go through it just one more time, delay everything a few years. They are the best things in my life and I’m so selfish but I wanted to feel the happiness of having another baby again.”

Your cheeks are soaked now as you listen to his words, your chest tightening. It was obvious when you talked in the morning that he really wanted this fourth baby, but you didn’t realize he wanted it this badly.

“Harry, they will always need you. They will be around for a long time,” he mumbles, fighting your own tears as you lean back to look into his reddened eyes, carding your fingers through his hair.

“I know, but I feel like time is flying by so fast. I want to stretch this time as long as possible,” he breathes out, slowly calming down. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to break down like this, it’s not my way to make you feel guilty,” he chuckles bitterly, gently caressing the side of your neck.

“Stop, don’t worry about me,” you chuckle lightly, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand. “I didn’t know that box would leave you so traumatized.”

“You couldn’t have known that I would get this emotional,” he laughs, taking a deep breath, finally both of you have stopped crying.

“If I knew it, I would have tried to talk to you before. Because I’ve been thinking about this whole day and honestly, the condoms have nothing to do with where I’m at with this question.”

“Nothing?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“No, I just bought them because I thought it could never hurt to have them, but apparently I was wrong,” you smile down at him apologetically but he just shakes his head. “You really put the idea into the back of my mind, this morning, though,” you admit and his eyes widen. Pushing himself up he sits against the headboard as you sit back onto your heels, your hands clasped together with his.

“So you thought about it, and the condoms don’t mean you’re saying no…” he cautiously says, his gaze fixated on you to read your eyes.

“At first I really thought it would be too much. Taking care of a baby with three kids on our hands, but then I realized that this was exactly what I felt like before having them too. I remember how much you freaked out when we found out Ellie was on the way,” you chuckle softly, bringing his hands to your chest.

“I was a mess,” he laughs, thinking back to his past self from years ago.

“Yeah, and then it was my turn to freak out when we found out we were having twins. But… it all turned out just fine.”

“Turned out perfect, baby. I think we are doing such a great job raising them,” he sighs proudly and you can’t argue with that.

“So I thought about having another one,” you admit. “And it sounds scary now, but… it’s not something we wouldn’t be able to handle.”

Harry’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open as he realizes what your words mean.

“Baby, is this for real? You’re not just fucking with me, right?”

“Well, I will kinda have to fuck with you if we want another baby,” you laugh at your own joke as Harry throws himself at you, pulling you down to the bed, rolling around until he is lying on top of you, kissing your face everywhere he can.

“So you’re in? We’re gonna try for another one?” His eyes are glistening again, but these tears are different from the ones from not long ago. He is buzzing from the excitement and happiness and it’s making your heart race, seeing the man you love like this.

“I mean, we could just forget about the condoms and see if… it happens. We might be up for it, but maybe my body doesn’t agree,” you chuckle softly, running your hands up and down his back.

“Are you saying we’re too old to have another baby?” he gasps dramatically. “We’re still young and prime!”

“I’m thirty-two and already pushed out three babies. Maybe that was my limit,” you joke around.

“Nah, I think we could make a dozen more if we wanted,” he grins down at you smugly, pushing his hips against yours to show off his already hardening cock.

“One! We are talking about one more!” you warn him with wide eyes.

“But maybe we’ll have twins again! Or better, triplets!” he enthuses and your stomach drops. He sees the panic in your eyes and chuckles delighted.

“Take that back before the universe hears you and makes it happen!”

“Okay, sorry. Not trying to push my luck,” he laughs and leaning down he kisses you taking his time, tasting you as if he hasn’t been kissing you for more than a decade. “So it’s official? We’re expanding the family?” he murmurs against your lips, his hands already working on getting your pants off.

“I guess, yeah,” you sigh, but can’t hold your smile back. You can’t believe the power this man has over you. Twenty-four hours ago you didn’t even have the opportunity to have another baby on your mind and now he is getting into your pants to knock you up. Again.

“You’re gonna look so great, pregnant with my baby, everyone will know how good I fucked you,” he hums lowly, making you wet instantly.

“Don’t be just all talk and no action, Styles. Gotta work for that baby first,” you grin at him teasing and it’s just what he needed to unleash your favorite side of him, the one only you get to see in the comfort of your bedroom.

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dontworrysunflower · 3 years

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Taken | h.s.

a/n: it’s been a minute huh? i’ve been kinda in the dumps lately idk nothing i write seems good but with harry on tour i’ve gotten some inspiration. also i’m posting this in honor of my concert today!! i’m so excited

this was also inspired by @/allisonkuch on tiktok!

warnings: slight suggestiveness, m*n who can’t take a hint, harry being a king even though its the bare minimum

word count: 1,051

hope you enjoy!! pls reblog it’s really appreciated

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gif credit: @chasm2018

You waited beside Harry as his intro started, your hand diligently wrapped around his toned bicep as the lights flickered and shimmered against the crowd and stage. You could feel his foot started to tap profusely, his anxiety hitting him at the last second. You turn to your husband as you gently squeeze his arm, his attention turning to you. “Hey, you’re gonna do great, you always do.” You give him a small smile and kiss the curve of his shoulder, his posture and stance immediately relaxing at your touch.

“Thank you, lovie. Don’t know what I’d do without you.” You could barely notice the light rose tint on his cheeks under the dim lighting of the arena, his voice muffled from the screaming of the people waiting for him.

“It’s why you married me.” You teased as his voice recording for the crowd came to a close, his band quickly maneuvering to their respective instruments.

He teasingly frowned at you as he shrugged, “The mind blowing blowjobs were the main factor.”

You slapped his arm, “I hate you.” You scolded.

He quickly kisses the corner of your mouth, slowly departing from you as the stage crew counted down to his entrance in his in-ears. “Love you too, baby. You’re gonna be in the crowd right?” His nerves become evident in his forest eyes, a gloss forming in front.

You nod, “‘Course, baby.”

He visibly relaxes again and gives you his charming smile, the smile that made you fall in love with him all those years ago. The same smile he shined at you as you walked down the aisle towards him, as you said your vows and had your first dance as a married couple in front of everyone you love.

“Go kill it, golden boy!” You quickly shouted just before he ran towards the stage, the screams intensifying as they caught sight of him.

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Harry was in the middle of singing Woman when you felt someone move next to you. You paid no mind, only enjoying watching your husband sing his heart out.

“Hi there.” The man who had stood next to you spoke, his lips tugging upwards in a smile.

Doesn't compare to your husband's smile.

“Hi.” You say politely, quickly averting your attention to Harry onstage.

“You here alone?” He asked, clearly not sensing your disinterest.

You chuckle dryly, “Not exactly.”

“Wanna leave this boring concert and have some fun?”

Your brows raised at his insult you were choosing to ignore. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m married.” You show him your large ring you’ve always liked to subtly show off, the reflection of the stage lights bouncing off the diamond and spotting his face.

“I don’t see him around.” He pressed on, looking around at the young girls dancing and singing, pretending to look for your spouse. He inched closer, but you quickly moved away.

“Yeah, ‘cause he’s up there.” You smirk as you point up at Harry, his sequined vest shining under the spotlights, his eyes trained on you. You give him a small wave, your teasing smirk for the man now turning into a full smile for your husband.

Harry continued to strum his guitar, his lip resting on his custom microphone as he lazily sang. His eyes bored into yours and he sent a wink your way, shouts and cries erupting around the arena, surely everyone catching the moment on the large screens on top of the stage and the crowd around you.

Harry stops singing but continues to strum along to the song, his band doing the background vocals. “Hitting on m’wife over there?” Harry said into the microphone, the cheers around him seeming to get impossibly louder.

The man beside you gets visibly nervous, slowly retracting away from you like you have the plague. He nervously chuckles up at Harry, mouthing apologies.

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to my wife for making her uncomfortable.” Harry gets serious quickly, his fingers halting against the strings of his guitar and wrapping around his mic, coming towards the edge of the stage. His infectious smile is long gone and his eyebrows are furrowed in frustration and anger.

You try to wave him off to continue the show, wanting this situation to be over, but he ignores you, his stare looking down at the man beside you.

“C’mon now, let's see it.”

At this point the song was over, the band behind Harry unsure of what to do.

The man mumbles an apology towards you, ready to turn and leave in embarrassment.

“Wait sir, I’m not done with you.”

The man stills, eyes wide in fear.

“I’m sure she told you she was taken, but even then, if a woman says no, single or not, you leave her alone you hear me?”

The cheers erupt again but Harry completely disregards them.

“Buh-bye now.” Harry folds his fingers in a wave with a fake smile, Harry kneeling down by the edge to watch the man leave.

Once he was out of sight, Harry turned to you, a soft smile displaying on his face. “You okay, baby?”

Everyone awe’s around you, and for a moment you forget about everyone around you, and all you see is Harry. You see his pinked cheeks and shoulders rise and fall with every labored breath. His dimples crease his cheeks and his flowy hair falls in his face and you wish you had a camera to capture such a beautiful moment.

You just nod and mouth an ‘okay’ to him, your eyes never leaving his as he moves back to the center of the stage, blowing a kiss towards you.

You dramatically catch it and tuck it in your pocket, just like he does and you’re sure everyone captured the moment on their phones, seeing how much Harry has rubbed off on you.

“Anyway..” Harry dragged out with a side smile as he clicked the microphone back on the stand, subtly signaling to the crew to continue on with the show.

For the rest of the show, Harry kept his eye on you, watching you sing along and dance to his music, small whispers behind you about ‘how cute they are together’ and ‘they’re made for each other’ a distant thought in your mind as you watch your husband prance around.

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idk sorry i hate the ending

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Hi Ellie and Happy New Year. I was wondering whether you could do a blurb based off 37 from blurbs please? I appreciate you might not be able to do it soon, since I didn’t go through Ko-Fi but I can wait. Thank you.

hello hello! happy new year to you too! don’t worry about the kofi, i know not everyone can donate, it is just a way of making a little money and whilst still creating my content! <3

this is a shopping with harry on new year’s day as new parents

“Oh, look how cute!”

Your hands stroked over some brown corduroy dungarees, from the quaint high-street store in the suburbs of London. It was the third pair of dungarees you’d found cute today, yet it was also the cheapest.

“Baby, we’ve just bought some.” Harry laughed, standing close to you as you were pushing the pram.

“But these have little hedgehogs on.”

“And Flo won’t know what they are until she’s 5.”

“But they’ll be so sad if we just leave them here.” You pouted, slowly picking the dungarees of the rack and closer towards the basket Harry was holding.

“Let me guess, and so will you?”

You nodded your head and made the biggest doe eyes you could, pouting the best your lips would allow.

“Well I can’t have y’being sad now, can I?”

He took the dungarees from your hands and added them to the small basket of other clothes. There was a tiny hat and a cute crocheted jumper with bees over it. Your baby girl was going to be spoilt, seeing as she was born 3 days after Christmas and so didn’t get the proper treating she deserved.

All Christmas you were waiting for her to pop from your belly, nervous all the way through your Christmas dinner and family game of charades. Luckily she didn’t decide to make her way into the world until early hours of the 28th December. Everything had been perfect and ran so smoothly, so, even though it was ridiculously painful during the birth, you were doing really well now. Everyone complimented you on how amazing you looked and if course how beautiful your daughter was already.

She was your Christmas miracle and sign that the new year was going to be something special.

“Need to pick up some nappies and wet wipes before we head home.” You reminded Harry before your baby-brain forgot.

“I can pick some up from Tesco’s later?”

“Why are y’going to Tesco’s?” You questioned, strolling to the front of the store where the checkouts were.

“Was gonna treat m’wife to a home cooked dinner, if that’s okay with you?” He smiled. You smiled.

“Lasagne?”

“Well it’s not like I can make anything else, is it?”

Harry helped you unload the items from the basket and handed them to the cashier. The girl behind the desk was grinning like a cheshire cat when they released who they were scanning items for. Flo was still fast asleep, but it wasn’t going to be long before she woke up for a feeding and you were hoping you’d be back to the car before then. You weren’t embarrassed by her screaming in public, but more that you hadn’t got a handle on how to deal with it yet.

After you’d paid and made polite small talk with the woman, they asked very kindly whether they could have a picture taken with Harry.

“Just me yeah? Don’t want m’wife and kid in photos yet.” Harry asked, checking something that he shouldn’t even have had to check for. It’s his life and his privacy, screw what anyone else wanted.

“Let me take it for you.” You offered, taking the ladies phone and grabbing a few photos of them both.

After a lovely trip to the shop, you left happy with success over your purchases. As you approached the car, Flo started to wake up and whine. Harry was busy doing the heavy lifting of bags into the boot, whilst you comforted your newborn daughter.

“Hey, you’re okay, m’petal. Mumma’s here.” You cooed, holding out your pointer finger for her to latch onto with all of her tiny, tiny, fingers.

“She isn’t even doing anything and I think i’m about to cry with how much I love her.” Harry said from behind you, joining you now after shutting the boot.

“She is pretty perfect.”

“Well obviously. She did come from me.” Harry sarcastically pointed out.

“Make your jokes, babe, but this baby is the mirror image of you.”

“Next one will be all you.” Harry pointed out.

“Next one.. Yeah right.” You tutted, as if you were going to have another child after Flo practically ripped your uterus apart.

“You say that now, m’darling, but just you wait ‘till I romance the pants off of you.” He winked the most unsexy wink, making you belly laugh.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“One word. Lasagne.”

You smiled for his stupid joke. You smiled for your beautiful daughter holding your finger. You smiled for your family. Mostly you smiled for thinking that Harry had a chance of getting your pants off with his “lasagne”…

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dracossweetprincess · 3 years

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casual fucking | s.b

siriusxfem.reader

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request: yes/no

preview: sirius casually fucking you from behind while you tell him about your day

warnings: smut!, established relationship (married), post hogwarts, vaginal penetration, casual sex (?)

sirius was home after a usual exhausting day at work. he was frustrated and horny, and to be honest, all he wanted was to fuck his wife. he took of his shoes at the entrance, got rid of his suit and pants and walked around only in boxers, walking upstairs to your shared bedroom.

he was met with your angelic frame laying down on the bed, your back naked and your breasts hidden by the sheets. the window was open and the soft early evening wind made your hair flow. “hi, darling.” he grinned, walking towards you and laying on top of you.

“hi babe. how was work? ow!” you whined at the feeling of his heavy body on top of yours. he mumbled an apology and braced himself onto his elbows, not wanting to crush you again. “it was shit, just wanna love m’wife.”

“mm, go ahead then. i’m all yours, do whatever you want.” you let him take the lead and tried to focus on the novel you were reading again, but the feeling of his warm hands sliding down your silky shorts made something between your legs tingle.

“gonna fuck my wife’s perfect, tight, little pussy.” he husked in your ear, his fingers drawing little hearts on your back as his other hand worked on getting you wet enough. the pad of his finger worked on your clit while the other slid up and down your folds.

“so ready for me already. my good little wife.” he got rid of his boxers, tossing them aside and groaning at the chilly wind hitting his erection. wasting no time, he buried himself inside you and let out a sigh of relief, starting to thrust in and out fast.

“tell me darling, how was your day hm?” he fiddled with your hair as if he wasn’t balls deep inside you right now. “i-it was g-good.” he nodded, kissing your spine making you shiver. “bet it’s better now huh?” he asked as his tip repeatedly hit your g-spot.

“y-yeah.”

“princess loves m’cock, hm?” he delivered a few slaps to your ass. “love your cock.” he fucked your harder and deeper with every moan you let out, letting out all his frustrations from the long day. “mmm, love you. what are we gonna have for dinner?”

there he was the casual talk again, and it drove you insane, in a good way of course. “i-i don’t know, i was t-thinking maybe pizza, we can order take out.” he pressed butterfly kisses along your neck as he pulled your hair, making you look directly in his eyes.

it was an usual thing for sirius to just come home, walk into the room in only his boxers, sometimes even entirely naked and just slip into you, relaxing you both after dealing with the world for another day, and it was terrific.

“you’re such a mess for me, you better cum darling, cause i can’t wait any longer.” the feeling of your clenching walls was overwhelming, as sirius slid his hand down and started rubbing your clit, the pressure in your stomach suddenly exploding as you squirted all over him.

“that’s a good girl, let me hear your cute moans.” you could feel his length in your tummy, “i’m gonna cum.” sirius closed his eyes, filling you up to the brim and collapsing on top of you, his shoulders giving up. “s’good pretty baby, s’good.”

“gonna stay inside you for now.”

a/n: hope you liked it, if you did please reblog, it helps so much, ty! 🤍🫂🌱💭 εїз

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zodiyack · 4 years

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A One-Of-A-Kind Gangster

Requested by @fandom-puff: Hey! May I request something sweet with alfie Solomons x pregnant!reader where hormones are an absolute bihh and he’s fretting about every little symptom, asking Ollie for advice and being ever so worrisome for a big intimidating gangster? It’s okay if not don’t worry 💖💖💖 big love 💗💗

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x pregnant!Female!reader

Warnings: pregnancy- if that’s a warning, swearing, Alfie already having that parental Stress™, my sad attempt at writing his accent

Words: 933

Summary: (see request)

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"Ollie?” Alfie’s gaze didn’t lift from the papers sprawled on his desk. Names upon names written down, some crossed off, some with question marks beside them. Nonetheless, it was obvious Alfie was undergoing a great amount of stress.

“Yes sir?” Ollie answered with a soft yet still shaky tone. Alfie made all of his workers nervous, even his right hand, but his fear of the big man wouldn’t stop him from doing his job. “What are the names for?”

“The wife’s pregnant, and kids don’t just name ‘emselves.” He chuckled, the noise contagious enough to lift Ollie’s shoulders with laughter. “But that’s only a little of what I need your advice on, son.”

“What can I help you with?”

“Well... Like I said, m’wife ‘as been bakin’ somethin’ of ‘er own and... ’m a little er...” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “scared.”

“You’re...scared?”

“Oi! Don’t tell the ‘hole bloody world! The fuck is wrong with ya?”

Ollie flinched. “Sorry-”

Immediately, upon seeing the young man’s reaction, Alfie felt guilt tear at him. It wasn’t a usual reaction one could draw from Solomons. “Sorry, Ollie. That’s... Didn’t mean t’yell at ya. Just been stressed, ya know? Hate to see the missus in pain... she’s clingy as hell, which I don’t mind, but she’s so sad when I ‘ave to leave.”

He didn’t wait for Ollie to respond, continuing to rant about the emotions coursing through him. “What if ‘m not a good enough dad? Or what if she leaves me? Ollie, I know you’re not a dad, but I figured you’d be the best person to ask for help. My right hand man! What if the baby doesn’t like me though? What if...” Alfie kept Ollie in his office for a good hour or two, simply fretting the worst and coming up with impossible situations each time Ollie tried to reassure him.

By the end of the day, he’d made himself far more tense than when he’d originally entered the bakery. His wife could see the weight as though it visibly weighed him down. He was Atlas and his burden of stress was bringing him to the ground. She ran up to him before he could move away from the front door, concern covering her face.

“Alfie! What the hell happened to you?”

“Nothin’ love, ‘m alright.” He chuckled softly, cupping his wife’s cheek with his soft palm.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“’m not. I know better than to lie to Y/n Solomons.”

Her expression untensed slightly, a warm smile replacing the frown. "You know you can tell me anything, right Alfie?”

“I know.”

Y/n took his hand and led him to the living area, a fire alit and tea on the table beside the chair she had been sitting on. She pushed him into said chair and walked around, ignoring his confused grabs and reaches for her, then grabbing his shoulders. Alfie chuckled again, shaking his head.

“I believe you’re the one who’s supposed t’be in the chair?”

“Not as of this moment, Mr. Solomons.” Her hands grabbed at his shoulders, just rough enough to be relaxing. Alfie tried his hardest to fight the urge to give into the massage, but he lost, leaning back into her touch and closing his eyes as a throaty groan emitted from deep within him. “That’s it. Just relax, okay?”

“Alright.”

Not even a minute later, Y/n’s brows had furrowed once more. “Jesus, Alfie! You’re tenser than...well, everything!”

“‘m sorry, love, I dunno what ‘appened!”

“Stress happened, Alfie. Stress. But my question is, what stressed you out enough to make you this fucking tense?”

“It’s noth-”

“Don’t give me that bullshit again, Alfie. I want to help you, and in order to do that, I need to know the truth.” She walked around the chair and knelt before him, grabbing his hands and looking into his eyes with a pleading look. “When I married you, I vowed to be by your side. Through sickness and health, until death do us part.”

“It’s not that important, love.”

“Don’t say that. Everything you go through his important to me, just as everything I go through is important to you. You can’t just take on all of the families problems by yourself, Alf...”

He sighed, lowering his head as though he were ashamed of his reasoning. In truth, he was ashamed that he couldn’t be the tough man his wife needed, that he couldn’t be the “scary big bad Alfie Solomons” the world knew. He was ashamed that-

“‘m going soft.” Y/n froze, blinking after a few seconds before bursting into laughter. “It’s not fuckin’ funny!”

“Alfie, it kind of is.” She giggled.

“How fuckin’ so?!”

Y/n regained her composure after a few more breaths, looking Alfie in the eyes again and cupping his jaw like he did her cheek a mere few minutes ago. “Either way, I love you and that will never change.” Her other hand met the other side of his face, the love in her eyes hard to miss as she rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs, his stubble tickling her palms. “Soft or not soft, you’re still my Alfie. You’re still this little monster’s father.”

He lowered his head a bit, “You deserve a strong man, love...”

“And I have a strong man. I need not anyone else.”

“But-”

Y/n interrupted Alfie with a kiss, one he reveled in as his eyes fluttered shut. She didn’t pull away completely, mumbling against his lips with a smile. “Why would I, when I have my one-of-a-kind gangster? Rough to the touch, but soft at heart.”

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