#the last one :(((( my sparkly baby boy i love him so much and his smile

[junkissed]

jun thots you said?👀 and a bonus because he took “be the sun” literally

THIS WAS SO INCREDIBLY RUDE????? even tho i literally asked for it akshgdfs BUT STILL >:( he looks so scrumptious i want to eat him up my goodness

[rafesangelita]

♡ it’s that time of year again, and kook!sweetheart!reader is here and ready to kiss for charity in her annual kissing booth! however, rafe is first in line.. and a peck on the cheek is not the only thing he’s interested in

warnings: s1!rafe, flirty banter, dirty talk, heavy petting, fingering, overstimulation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), hair pulling, multiple orgasms

a/n: now presenting… ‘KISSING BOOTH’ 🤍 i was so obsessed with this idea, i had came up with it last year but decided i should wait for valentine’s day to write it, so to say it’s been a long time coming is an understatement! i’m so excited for this valentine’s day celebration, i hope you all will love it <3

link: VALENTINE’S DAY CELEBRATION ໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

wc: 1.5k

“wow, it looks like cupid threw up in here.” you smiled at the familiar voice, your best friend rolling her eyes when she saw the way your cheeks heated at rafe’s teasing words. while she thought rafe was annoying and insufferable, you absolutely adored him, always laughing at his lame jokes and letting him hold you close at parties as if to let everyone know that you were off limits. “you don’t like the way i decorated the booth?” you pouted up at him as he leaned over the front counter, a smug grin gracing his features. “yeah, it’s cute..” he trailed off, “but are you really gonna kiss some random assholes for a fuckin’ dollar?”

you sighed, pointing towards the tip jar. “it’s for charity, rafe.. and i’m not really ‘kissing’ anyone, i’m barely grazing their cheek!” rafe scoffed before studying you for a moment. you were such a pretty thing, the idea of some losers waiting in line to get something as little as a peck from you made his blood boil. “how much money do you have to make today?” he was fishing in his pocket for his wallet before you even answered. “i would like to make at least three hundred dollars.” you watched him curiously as he managed to get some crisp bills out of the expensive leather.

“i’ll do you one better, and give you five hundred dollars to ditch this joint right now.” you blinked, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “are you serious?” he dropped the money in the jar that you decorated with pink heart-shaped stickers and red rhinestones. “yeah, but i don’t just want a kiss..” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “i’d rather see those pretty, sparkly lips wrapped around my cock instead, yeah?” you felt butterflies flutter in your tummy, your needy gaze meeting his own. “come on, baby.” he took your hand in his, his thumb rubbing into your skin.

swallowing thickly, you glanced over at your bestie. “i can’t leave her to do this all by herself..” just as you were going to apologize and tell him maybe another time, she took the money out of the jar and placed it into an envelope. “i’m gonna go turn this money in to the charity organizers and close up shop, ‘looks like the boys of kildare will have to be kissed by someone else today.” you giggled, motioning for rafe to come inside once your friend left. he wasted no time, locking the wooden door shut as you closed the window, moving the silky red curtain over the glass.

rafe’s hands were palming the soft flesh of your ass in an instant, his large hands shamelessly flipping up your skirt to get a better grip on your skin. despite the small amount of pain he drew from squeezing you so hard, you still moaned blissfully when he took you in a sloppy kiss, his tongue wetting your bottom lip in the process. “you’re so sweet, y’know that? letting me have my way with you like this.” without warning, rafe took ahold of your thighs before hiking you up onto the counter. “i’ve been wanting to know how you taste for so long..” he groaned, both of you moaning as he rubbed you through your panties.

moving your hands to run down his chest, you and rafe shared a look before he slowly peeled back the pink lace. “all i gotta do is chat you up, and you’re already soaked like this?” he laughed incredulously, “fuck, you’re just dying for it.” you couldn’t help but whimper when he gathered the pool of slick between your folds, circling your clit slow and hard before popping his digits into his mouth. “rafe!” you’re shocked but so turned on at the same time, the look of pure disbelief on your face making him smile in amusement. “as much as i’d love to eat this sweet pussy, i need to feel you wrapped around me even more.”

fingertips hooking in the waistband of your panties, rafe slid the material down your legs before placing them in his pocket. “i’m keeping these for later, ‘that alright?” you nodded frantically, spreading your thighs open for him before he stroked your glossy slit. “m’gonna stretch you out just right..” you gasped, your eyebrows knitting together as he slowly inserted his middle finger. “shit, you’re so tight.” he smiled down at you, watching as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “if you think this is a stretch, just wait til’ i have my cock inside of you.”

rafe was knuckle deep at this point, your pretty moans giving him all the encouragement he needed to insert another finger. “oh, god!” your heel clad feet began shaking when his palm met your swollen clit, the pressure making you keen. rafe fisted your ponytail, pulling your head down so you could watch him curl his digits in order to hit that soft, gummy spot inside of you. your top was out of place, your tits threatening to spill out of your bra as rafe used his free hand to keep your chin pointed down. the closer you got to your orgasm, the more you tried to pull away from him, the intensity of your climax already coiling tight in your tummy.

rafe let go of your hair and pinned you down by your hip as he pushed you over the edge, the band in your stomach finally snapping as you came undone. you cried out, your nails raking down his forearm as he hissed at the stinging sensation. “you’re doing so fucking good, holy shit!” he cursed, the sound of your slick juices making your cheeks heat. you shook and writhed beneath him, your heart beating in your ears as you felt the pure unadulterated pleasure wrack through your system. surely, it couldn’t get better than this.. right?

wrong.

rafe wasn’t lying when he said the stretch from his fingers was nothing compared to the stretch of his cock, the tip of his length now kissing your poor cervix with each thrust. “t-too much! rafe, slow down!” he ignored your pleas, instead taking your arms and pinning them to your back so you couldn’t push against his abs anymore. you swore if it wasn’t for him holding your leg up, you would’ve fallen to the ground already. “ah, nah you got it, pretty girl.” he leaned down, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “this is all you, sweetheart, you’re sucking me in like a fucking vice.” he panted.

rafe was close, but he meant what he said earlier— he needed to see you on your knees for him, he needed to see those swollen lips wrapped around his cock just like how he’s imagined for so long. just when rafe felt like he was going to fill up your cunt, he pulled out, quickly pushing you to the floor so he could use your throat instead. you’ve given him complete control, and the power to throw you around as he got you on your knees, kicking your thighs apart so he could see the mess you made between your legs. rafe nearly came when he saw you open your mouth so willingly for him, almost like it was your instinct to take him whole.

taking the hem of his shirt between his teeth, rafe kept the cotton material out of the way as he slid between your lips with ease. you were so warm and so wet, and just so, so, so pretty with your mouth full, he took a breath before tugging at the roots of your hair. “make me fuckin’ cum,” your eyes widened slightly when he whimpered, the sound making you take him even further until your nose was nudging at his base, “oh, what the fuck, what the fuck—” he was done for as soon as you swallowed around him, your eyes watering with tears as you felt the warm ropes of his seed paint your throat.

rafe kept your head in place, his jaw slack as he emptied himself inside of you. it wasn’t until you tapped on his leg that he pulled you off, a strangled gasp leaving your lips as you finally sucked in a breath. he felt dazed, just the same way you did. “damn, sweetheart, should i bribe you more often?” you laughed, accepting the hand he held out for you. standing up on shaky legs, rafe got his shorts on, helping you readjust your clothing shortly after. “you don’t have to bribe me..” despite just doing the most filthiest things you’ve ever done, you still couldn’t help but feel shy underneath the intensity of his stare.

rafe kissed you, taking your hand in his before placing another kiss to your knuckles. “come on,” he poked his head out of the booth to make sure no one was around, “let’s get you back to my place, i need to get my head between those thighs like asap.”

[babyleostuff]

fanservice

𝜗𝜚 theme: fluff, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 pairing: idol!mingu x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 word count: 944

・ ❥ ・ jealousy is a disease when it comes to kim mingyu and his fanservice

“i’m not your strongest soldier lol don’t play with me rn.” 

you rolled your eyes at the caption, and scrolled past the video that had been haunting you for the past couple of days. ever since the boys’ fan meeting last monday your fyp had been going crazy with videos of your boyfriend holding hands and comparing hand sizes with his fans. 

and that wasn’t even the worst part. 

your man was the definition of fanservice, him holding hands with others and making puppy eyes at them wasn't anything new, hell - how many times had he asked you to take his “boyfriend” photos he later posted on instagram, while looking like a literal walking dream. he loved making people go crazy on a daily basis, so it wasn’t like the hand holding bothered you. 

what bothered you was the lovestruck expression, the annoyingly gentle, sparkly eyes, the perfect fucking black hair falling over his forhead, the soft smile, the gaze that never left the person in font of him. 

you weren’t sure where the sudden surge of possessiveness came from, but oh my god, there was a limit of what you could take, and if only you remembered your twitter password you would’ve logged out a long time ago. you knew exactly who this look was reserved for, and it was you, and you only, so why was he suddenly going around looking at others like they hung the moon and the stars in the sky. 

“baby?” mingyu’s voice echoed from your bedroom. “have you seen my black dior hoodie?”

you were too busy scrolling past yet another tik tok to answer your boyfriend. besides, who cared about a hoodie when he was basically cheating on you?  

“and what are you gawking at, huh?” you muttered under your nose, as the girl in the video squealed when mingyu took her hand in his. you weren’t sure why you were working yourself up so much. it’s not like you were jealous of the way his thumb was running over her palm. or how their fingers intertwined perfectly.

thinking you didn’t hear him from the other room, mingyu gave up on his mission to find the hoodie he was sure he saw in the closet just this morning, and walked out to the living room to look for you. “baby, did you h-,” he didn't have to look at you twice to see who exactly stole the piece of clothing he was searching for. “there it is,” he beamed, a smile blooming on his face. his heart never failed to turn into mush whenever he saw you dressed in his clothes, especially the oversized ones that made you look like an adorable teddy bear. 

“i can give it back if you want,” you mumbled, your eyes still glued to your phone. 

“it’s fine, i’ll just find another one, but tell me,” mingyu crooked an eyebrow at your frown, and walked over to where you were not so happily occupying the armchair he and wonwoo decided on buying last month, “what the hell got you pouting like that?” 

you didn’t notice your boyfriend standing behind you until it was too late. “huh?” too slow to turn off the phone, you spun around to find mingyu behind you with an annoying smirk on his face. “i wasn’t pouting,” you tried to argue, as you slipped the phone under your thigh. he laughed, and tucked a loose piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“baby?” he crouched down, and placed his chin on your shoulder. 

“mhm?” maybe playing stupid would help. 

“why were you watching videos from the fanmeeting, hm?” he asked innocently, like he didn’t know exactly why. 

you groaned, and turned around, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. there was no way you’d admit to being jealous of some girls for holding your boyfriend’s hand when you literally did that 24/7. 

“you know you literally get to cuddle and kiss me, right? it’s not like they’re going to steal me from you,” he said. you didn’t have to look to know that he had this infuriatingly handsome smile on his face that always made your knees weak. 

“stop being so smug about it, kim mingyu,” you mumbled, and hit his chest. 

“never.” 

he grabbed the back of your neck gently and peeled you of him, much to your reluctance. a pang of self-consciousness suddenly hit you because what if he thought you were acting immaturely over this? “listen,” he walked around the armchair to kneel in front of you. “whatever you’re thinking, stop it,” grabbing your face tenderly, he ran a thumb over your cheek. “i’m yours, remember?” 

“i know, it’s just-,” 

“let me finish, yeah?” you nodded and kissed his palm, encouraging him to keep going. maybe that was just what you needed today? a bit of reassurance and his words of affirmation. because if there was one thing that kim mingyu was good at, it was making you feel secure and loved. 

“i know it can be hard looking at those videos and whatnot, and you know why i act how i act when it’s needed. but i love you. you. and no matter how many hands i have to hold or how many people i have to pretend to flirt with, it doesn’t change the fact that at the end of the day all i want is to come home to you. ‘k baby?” 

too overwhelmed to say anything, you just nodded quickly, and threw your arms around his shoulders, so he wouldn’t see your teary eyes. 

“you’re really mine?” you asked, sniffling quietly. 

“all yours. only yours.”

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[rafescvntyclubgf]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬? | 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔 & 𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

+18 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓝𝓘

✨💕 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝟜𝕜! 💕✨

c/w - swearing, smut, oral male receiving, cum play, jealousy, possessive!rafe, ownership kink, pet names

Reader’s POV:

"How much time do we have, Mr. Cameron?"

"Before next class, princess? Not a lot..." Rafe chuckles sinfully. “Fuck Jack. That kid’s gettin’ an F.”

“Stop,” you giggle.

“Make me,” he chuckles. “Literally give me a reason to stop thinkin’ about it. ‘Cause I'm this close—”

“To what?” You whisper against his lips.

“From killin’ someone, honestly.”

"Let me suck your cock, baby. You like that…” You smile innocently, your words contradicting your tone.

“Like it?” He chuckles as he pulls you in a little closer, smiling against your lip. “I love it.” You brush your fingers against his bulge, already growing hard in his slacks.

Rafe tugs at the buttons of your satin shirt, slipping it off your shoulders onto the floor as you work on his. He looks down at you hungrily as you stand before him in your pretty little bra and skirt. Rafe leans down for a kiss, nose nuzzling against yours.

“I love feeling you on my tongue—”

"Oh yeah? That's what you want?" The man hums against your lips.

"That's all I want."

"Fuck, baby. Please." He whispers between little kisses. Rafe wraps his big arms around you tighter, kissing you deeply. His tongue slips between your lips, swirling with yours. You claim his lips one last time, moving to his jaw, a little further to his neck, leaving a trail of sparkly pink lipgloss in your wake. Your professor’s beautiful blue eyes follow the markings, lowering with you, eyeing you as you drop to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes.

Slipping your fingers under the bra straps, you slide them off your shoulders, gazing at the beautiful man towering above you. You drift your hands up to your cleavage, delicately drawing them over the top. Reaching your nipples, you trace small circles over the fabric, teasing the man further. "So fucking perfect, baby… Holy shit," he mumbles. Taking his cock in your hand, you pump slowly, your other hand massaging your breast.

"You looked too good today, baby," Rafe breathes as you slide your fingers under the lace of your bra slowly, toying with your nipple. Rafe's mesmerized, watching you play with the both of you at the same time. His eyes float slowly between the two of you. "Drives me crazy how those boys in class look at you. Hate that they don't know you're mine.”

"I don't care about them, baby. You know that," you breathe against his dick as he shuts his eyes, focused more on your touch than the words coming from your lips.

"Sweetheart. Oh my god," he moans. "They can flirt all they want. You're mine-"

"I'm yours, baby.”

“If they only knew," he smiles as he throws his head back. “If they only knew what you were doin’ right now... Maybe they’d know who you belong to.”

“You think that would help, baby?” You ask coyly as you stroke his fat cock, looking up at the older man from your knees.

“God… No. Not with you lookin’ like this. Just more of a reason for them to want you all for themselves…”

Your hand retreats, moving to your back, unclasping your bra with a single hand. The lacey material falls to his feet, pulling his full focus to you again. You continue to touch your chest as you stroke his cock, pressing your cleavage together, twisting your nipple. His breathing increases with each passing second as he watches you. "This cock is mine too," you whisper against his hard flesh, making goosebumps flare across his tanned skin.

"My cock is all yours, baby. Shittt... N'this mouth is mine." His breath catches in his chest as you brush your tongue from side to side on his tip, Rafe, looking at you through half-lidded eyes, trying his best to keep them open.

"All yours, Daddy."

"Ugh, that's it," he breathes as you swirl your tongue around his tip, collecting his precum, showing him the mess before slapping his fat cock against your lips. "Goddamn..." A deep moan rumbles in Rafe's chest as you wrap your lips around his dick, taking him to the back of your throat, drawing off slowly, squeezing your lips, leaving little lip gloss rings behind. "Just beautiful, pretty," he sighs, eyeing the mess. "Been thinkin' about that for hours. Such a fuckin’ slut f'me, huh?”

“Mhmm… Mmm,” you moan around his dick, making him grip the edge of his desk, his toes curling in his dress shoes.

You bob back and forth slowly and sloppily, using your hand to stroke where your mouth can't reach. Your other hand gropes his skin, tracing up his body. Hollowing your cheeks causes his abs to flex under your hand as you increase your suction. You can tell he's about to lose control. Pulling off slowly, you wrap your fingers around his cock. You stroke quickly, breasts bouncing with each thrust of the hand.

"Fuck, baby. Mpfhh… You look so damn good. Shit. I'm gonna cum," he groans.

"Yeah?" You whisper. "You gonna cum for me, Daddy?"

"Shittt… Yeah, princess. I'm gonna cum all over you..." You return your lips to his cock, throating him like only you can, gagging when you take as much of him as you can get. Rafe's brows pinch together, thighs clenching. You feel his cock swell and twitch on your tongue. "Ugh... Fuck," He moans, huskily. You pull him out of your mouth fast, pumping rapidly. Rafe's mouth falls open, eyes rolling back.

He cums on your tits, ropes of pearlescent white landing on your breasts. He watches carefully as you milk the last bits of pleasure from him. He lets out a satisfied sigh—a wide smile settles on his lips as he tilts his head up to the ceiling again.

"God, I fucking love you," he groans.

"I love you too, baby."

Rafe helps you to your feet— his lips pressing against yours, kissing you breathlessly. "Come over tonight, yeah?" He hums, the satisfaction dripping in his tone. Rafe brushes your hair off your face, cupping your cheeks, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

His rough thumb brushes across your nipple, gathering some of his sticky spent before lifting it to your mouth. Rafe rubs your pillowy lips before stuffing it inside, urging you to suck him clean.

You release him from your mouth with a pop. “Still a little messy, baby,” Rafe mumbles through a smirk. “Too bad we’re not at home.” He reaches over, snagging out his pocket square from his plaid blazer, cleaning off the rest before helping you back into your button-down. “We could take a shower. Hell, I coulda licked that shit up… spit it in that perfect little mouth of yours,” he mumbles, lips ghosting over the top of yours while he pinches your cheeks in his big hand, pressing a kiss on your lips instead.

“Tonight, please,” you smile.

“All night.” Rafe reaches for his black button-down, glossy marks still littered on his chest and abs. His cock still a tad bit messy as well.

"Aren't you gonna clean up," you giggle breathily as you brush his toned skin with your manicured finger, thumbing over a sticky kiss mark.

"These?" He asks, as he follows the stains with a smile. "Not a chance."

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[luveline]

Can you do hotch and pregnant!reader where they’ve been trying for a baby for awhile without success and he comes home from a mission to a pregnancy announcement?

pregnant!reader, 1k

Trying for a baby with Aaron is undeniably a good time. He’s the kindest man you’ve ever met. He loves you intensely. 

There’s been a lot of intimacy (crassly but obviously), ten times as many kisses, and a heap of disappointed hugs to mellow it out. 

“We aren’t in any rush,” he’d said last time, in the midst of a post-test back rub, his voice soft and comforting as always, “we just need to take our time. You’ll wish we took a little more time once it happens, I promise.”  

When you do find out, you’re overjoyed. He should know logistically that it was possible for you to find out while he was away, and he shouldn’t be surprised, but you’re hoping he will be anyhow. He looks moody walking up the path to the house, a little less when he notices you and Jack sitting on the porch swing with a jug of lemonade on the glass table. You take Jack’s glass.

“Hey, buddy!” he says, laughing as Jack jumps from the swing and rushes across the porch to tackle his legs in a hug. “Hey, buddy,” he repeats, gentler, “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too.” 

“Let me go put my stuff in the safe, okay? I’ll be right back.” 

He sends you a glowing smile and heads inside. Jack runs back to the swing and uses your leg to climb onto his cushion, turning his face up to yours. You can’t decide if he looks more like Aaron or Haley. 

Haley, you think after a few seconds. Jack has eyes like hers, big and round but with thick lashes in the corners that make them seem sparkly. 

“Are you gonna tell him the secret now?” Jack whispers. 

“Yes, I am. Do you think he’ll be happy?” 

“So happy.” Jack nods. “Like me. I can’t wait to have a brother.” 

“Or sister,” you say, putting the lemonades down on the table. 

“Or sister, but I want a brother.” 

Aaron returns in time to catch it. “You can’t choose, buddy, it happens at random.” He’s ditched his suit jacket inside, rolling his sleeves to the elbow. His first port of call is to pick Jack up and hug him like he’s something fragile. He guards Jack from the sun, turning half from you, and covers the small boy’s back with his hand. “You okay?” he asks. “You had a good time? Sorry I said I’d be back yesterday, but I wasn’t. I’m sorry.” 

Jack laughs into his dad’s neck. “You’re back today.” 

“You missed both of my questions, bud. How are you?” Aaron asks. 

“I’m excited! Y/N’s gonna tell you a secret!” 

You grin. Aaron turns to you expectantly. “Oh yeah? And you can’t tell me?” 

“Noooo,” Jack drags out. 

Aaron manoeuvres around the table, sitting on the porch swing next to you, the hooks creaking as he settles. Jack gets comfortable on his lap, eyes flashing between you and his dad excitedly. It’s as good a place as any to tell him the news, sunshine on your faces, his hand working behind your back. 

You smile at him before you start to speak. You can tell he already knows. “I found something out this morning.” 

“Yeah?” he asks, clutching at your back. His hand can’t stay still suddenly. It’s like a massage. “You are?”

“Yeah, I think so. The test says so. I took one of those strip ones first and it was two lines, and then I took a Clear Blue and it says one to two weeks.” 

“You’re pregnant,” he says surely, his lips turned up into a line, his smile as bright as you’ve ever seen it. 

“With a baby!” Jack supplies. 

“I’m just worried it’s too early.” 

“Honey, if the test says you’re pregnant, it’s not too early. How many did you take, just two?” 

“Four.” You nod, pulse going hard in your chest, you’re that happy. 

“Four,” he says, leaning in slowly to give you time to tilt your head. You close your eyes, smiling too much to kiss back as Aaron presses a loving one to your top lip, then just below, a pressure on the seam of your lips that makes you laugh. “I think you can be confident in their accuracy, then.” 

He kisses you again, then Jack. “What do you think about that, Jack? Y/N’s pregnant! She’s gonna get a big tummy.” 

“Like Mrs. Lundy?” 

Aaron cuddles him up to his neck. “Yeah, exactly like Mrs. Lundy. Wow. What should we do to celebrate?” 

Something in his voice has changed, turning scratchy and raw. You duck your head to peer at him through the shadow of Jack’s head, flummoxed by the sudden appearance of wetness in his lashes. 

“Aaron,” you murmur. 

He nods into Jack’s hair. 

“You are happy, right?” you ask. 

“Yeah,” he says, hugging Jack like he’s scared he’s gonna move away. 

You aren’t sure what he’s thinking about, if he’s happy or sad, though it’s probably both, but you know he loves you. You wrap your arm behind his head, the other around his arm where he holds Jack. “You know what four tests means?” you ask, giving his back a good rub with your knuckles. 

Aaron’s eyes blink open. He doesn’t cry, to your relief, he only leans forward to kiss you all over your closest cheek. “What does it mean?”

“It means I’m gonna have four babies, duh.” 

“Four?” Jack asks incredulously. “No way. Dad, I am not having four brothers. No way.” 

“What’s wrong with four brothers?” Aaron asks. “You’d only have to share your room with two.” 

“No way!” 

“We’re kidding, baby,” you say, taking Jack in where he sits on Aaron’s lap. You’d have been perfectly happy with just him and his father, but you’re ecstatic for another baby to bring up. Jack will make a good brother, and Aaron’s a great dad. “It’s one brother or sister. You’ll have your own room no matter what.” 

He sighs in relief that’s too big for his body. “Oh, okay. I’m excited again then.” 

Aaron gives the porch swing a rock with his leg. “Me too, buddy.” 

[toomuchracket]

matty with a little baby boy who has curls like his attempting to teach him the guitar even though he’s just a baby and gazing up at his dad wide eyed and smiley and girlies watching from around the corner with a smile send post

oh my goodness i am weepy at this jj!! thinking about when baby alex is old enough to sit up on his own and grab things and do little else, and he's sat opposite matty on the living room floor with his little toy guitar in his hands copying matty with one of his (less valuable aka more baby-friendly) acoustics 🥺🥺 and matty's like "shall we learn some guitar, munchkin? alright. look, see how my fingers are doing this? that's a c. can you copy daddy?", cheering and going "exactly, my clever boy!" when alex moves his index finger even a smidge lmfao. like you said, he just sits so contently while matty plays and sings a little song, looking at him with those beautiful sparkly brown eyes and beaming at his dad, and matty has to do his best not to get choked up - even more so when alex starts wriggling and making grabby hands, and snuggles into matty when he goes "time for a cuddle? yeah, i think so too, al" and puts down the guitar so he can pick his boy up. alex faffs about with one of the strings of matty's hoodie, obviously sleepy, and matty just kisses his little curls like "i love you, my darling boy, love you so much. sweetest little thing. promise you'll stay like that forever, yeah? s'the best thing you can be, sweet and kind and good", murmuring softly to him until he falls asleep. again, like you said, you watched the last bit of this round the corner from the kitchen, lyla asleep in YOUR arms and your heart fuller than you think it's ever been before. adorable <3

[wings-of-sapphire]

ANNY ANNY OHMIGOSH

LIVE CHAPTER 16 REACTION

GO CHECK OUT @annymation’s “KINGDOM OF WISHES” REWRITE

(Spoiler warning for Wish and ig some Hazbin Hotel and The Owl House too since I reference them)

(Regular warning bc MATE THIS IS LONG AS FUCK)

(Oh also swear warning)

That gif of Magnifico in the beginning looks way too adorable to be a psychopath

SCREAMS YES instead of “ow my chest has heartburn” I NEED THE GUT-WRENCHING SCREAMS

LIKE VAGGIE HAVING HER WINGS RIPPED OFF SCREAMS

UGH he’s evil but he loves his wife

WAIT IS HE GONNA BRAINWASH HER INTO BEING A PRINCESS

DRAWING YES IS IT GONNA BE THE MAGIC CARPET

Oh bubbles that works too (also irony)

Imma trust that Valentino made it in a bubble too bc YOU ARE NOT killing off the animal sidekick okay I would rather Magmaya win than Val be killed

YES BABY IS OKAY

Man Dahlia you gonna leave your mother behind?

”ANOTHER PERSON I LOVE” YES GIVE US THAT CONFESSION ASHA

Disney Channel

It’s giving Onward

OOH or Frozen yk Elsa and the staircase scene

NOOO ASTER BABY

“Love of his life” DAM YOU ANNY WHY MAKE OUR BOY SUFFER

Amaya is channeling her inner Gothel rn

Ooh I love Lydia the Bard!

ARGH THEY’RE EVIL BUT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

Mysterious language? Star dialect?

”Last star I see tonight” ANNY

AHAKSJAKS THIS IN A MINOR KEY

ASTER BABY THE SCREAMS

Oh so they’re becoming Stars interesting

CALLING HER A WITCH OUTRIGHT

Dam Eris was one of my first fictional crushes (bisexual ass) so now I’m wondering if Amaya should be one too

”Hate but also love” it’s giving “Out For Love” by Carmilla

But Magmaya is out for love too… SHEJWJSKJS COUPLE GOALS IF THEY WEREN’T MENTALLY DERANGED

SINGING AT THE SAME TIME >>>>>

THE TROPE EVER

LIKE A MADRIGAL BUT SAME VIBES

Noooo Aster

Hey orchestra of stars above where the heck are you

Aster I love you but they have no humanity left

HE’S DYING ASHA GIVE HIM THE TRUE LOVE’S KISS

YOU BOTH CONFESSED MAKE IT BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Yikes Amaya you’re usually the brains now you’re choosing to spare her?

Ig since you’re in love it would be torture for you but cmon girl

FUCKING “I LOVE YOU” NO WHERE’S THE FUCKING MAGIC OF TRUE LOVE WHY IS HE NOT REVIVING

AGSJAJSKSJS IT’S GIVING LUZ NOCEDA

Oop gotta add a ToH spoiler warning now too ig

Brb

Okay back YK THE LIGHT ORB SHE FADES INTO

AND WE GOT ASHA PARALLEL TO AMITY HOLDING HER SOULMATE’S SOUL GLOW THING

AHSJAJSKS HAVE ASHA GO EDA/ KING FERAL

SHE FUCKING CONFESSED BACK ANNY MAKE THEM ALIVE AGAIN

Omfg battle outfit (AND MORE! THAN! JUST! SPARKLES!)

Omg yeah the dress fits so well with the star-chest thing

SHE HAS PUPILS idk why I was so hyped about that

IT’S GIVING “You’ll Be in My Heart”

VAL BABY

Wait next chapter? This seems like the conclusion Anny I’m scared

Omigosh these two royal idiots in love

I I bet they’re giggling and holding hands while destroying precious memories of their citizens

”Feels something changing” eh? Sorry it’s just canon!Wish didn’t give us much but the novelization is very AshaxDahlia heavy

YES SIMON HELPS THAT WOULD’VE MADE HIS MOVIE COUNTERPART BETTER

HE STANDS UP AND SINGS AND PROVES HE’S WILLING TO GO AGAINST MAGGIE

THE YOUNG GENERATION IS SINGING IT, BREAKING THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE

Although Asha has her Sabino… maybe ghosts/ spirits of her loved ones? I always imagined the scene “A Wish Worth Keeping” would have her family’s spirits (in blue) smiling and cheering her on… sparkly ofc

YES this scene in the movie was my favorite bc it FELT DRAMATIC

I said before “Knowing What I Know Now” was my fav but Anny I changed my mind “Wish (Reprise)” is my favorite

YES TAKE BACK YOUR KINGDOM FROM THE STRAIGHT WHITE FOLK (Amaya is Greek… what is Magnus? I’m assuming white too)

SWORD YES make it Prince Phillip’s

Gotta admit that falling wish scene in the movie was gorgeous, reminded me of Wall-E

Wait omigosh Asha looks so pretty in that photo where did you get that

*stares at it for hours bc she looks gorgeous*

Referenced as a wand now!

Smiling as she falls bc she knows HER BAE WILL CATCH HER

HOW are they not dead. The gays only have the power of plot armor

So it was nighttime okay

AW HE CARES FOR HER

Yep definitely giving Belos

NOW I WANT TO SEE A KOWxTOH CROSSOVER

Told you idiots you shouldn’t have spared her. Pride really does come before the fall

Seriously Gothel wasn’t a pussy she stabbed Flynn why didn’t you stab Asha (sorry bby just wondering how they’re so stupid)

THAT’S what you’re worried about man

HE WANTS TO KEEP AMAYA SAFE IN HIS ARMS AND PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS

Lol I’m just imagining a giant whoosh of power and light and Amagnus squeezes their eyes shut waiting for a painful death and then they just. Sneeze. Itchy magic glitter poof

Is this a reference to a past Disney movie? They’re really going the PJO route huh

DAM ANNY THAT’S HARSH

Uh. Wow. Okay Aster I guess they did kill you

Yay we have the citizens standing up!

Wait you make your wish at 18 was this women pregnant really early orrrr

Later? Oh goodness I’m worried for the next chapter

Uh Starsha is being a bit sadistic and Amaya is sobbing for her love…

MAGGIE TURN AND COMFORT YOUR WIFE

Oh btw is Magnus part Spanish? “Mi vida” since Amaya is Greek…

NO NO DANCE PARTY I DON’T TRUST YOU YET

Someone get Gabo some therapy mate

NO WHAT

ASTER WHAT

NO THE STARS WILL COME DOWN AND LEGO BATMAN HIS ASS

VIOLIN-STAR TELL THEM THAT THEY FOUND LOVE AND THEREFORE THEY WILL STAY

WHY DID HE SAY IT SO SOFT AND MATURE WHERE IS MY GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY

DID HE HEAR ASHA TELL THEM SHE LOVED THEM? DOES SHE HAVE TO DO IT TO MAKE HIM STAY?

”Love is all they needed” Amaya you’re clever but this was all sort of your fault witch

FUCK YOU MAGNUS COMFORT YOUR WIFE OFH WAIT TOO LATE

Tbh I would’ve agreed with Gabo had they injured Val in some way

YEAH THEY DESERVE IT BUT THEY GOT THE PERCY JACKSON HEPHAESTUS CHAIR TREATMENT

Discord DID turn to stone too… how about they turn to stone and THEN get pushed off a cliff

OKAY that was long but it was good

Uh I’m scared for the next chapter? We get Amable’s backstory so do they escape? Will Asha become the FG? Will Aster get LEGO Batman-d by the school marching band of Stars? Is their magic the North Star magic? SO MANY QUESTIONS

Overall though great job Anny! This has been an amazing journey and I can’t wait for the final chapter!

[thatwritterbeach]

Hugs and soul string tugs .4

Dick Grayson x reader romantic Jason Todd x reader romantic

Dick Grayson x Jason platonic Tim Drake x reader platonic

Summary: Bruce and Alfie get adopted by the soulmate bonds

warnings: blood, conon typ' violence, rejection, soul sickness (soulmates au ) angst, unedited,

A/N: I do not own dc

Much to Damian's annoyance, and everyone else's worry, she was still none verbal-ish nearly a week later. She seemed to only have a few words, mostly calling Damian 'baby' and the others by their names. Damian was adjusting better than anyone had hoped, more so do to the fact he couldn't stray too far without the bond making him ache, and the poor boy wasn't used to the feeling so he was loath to experience it. He had snuck out once and dealt with a few thugs and she's been tugging so aggressively at the bond he couldn't focus so he gave up and headed back to the manor.

"What would you like for supper this evening young master Damian?" In response Damian looked to Y/n who was currently ( for the last five hours) attached to him, she had him propped up on her hip like a child and had refused to put him down. 

"How about pizza, we can help with the dough," she said bouncing him lightly to put him on her back.  (Damian is 12 ish because I said so)

"That's a wonderful idea miss, I shall start the dough to rise," Alfred said then headed off. 

"Want to go read or something baby," she asked, weaving through the halls.

"May we go outside?"

"Of course."

Dick joined them some time later, under a large tree with coloring books and sketch books. Damian was drawing the nature scene in front of them and y/n was coloring a unicorn with a sparkly pen.

"Wow, I can see the realism," he commented snatching her coloring page and holding it to the light in mock consideration. They'd discovered that Damian wasn't a fan of people commenting on his drawing, calling his work of arts mere doodles, and being displeased with the way most of them turn out. He only sketched in y/n's presence but today he allowed Richard a quick peak before shooting over and angling the page away.

"There's a Pegasus page," she teased flipping to it and tearing it out for him. She only had one clip board so she set it on top of the book itself and patted the ground between her and Damian.  He sat with a smile and picked up a green marker to start coloring in the mane.

"Green?"

"Yep," he said picking up a pink marker for the body.

"Are you color blind, Grayson?"

"No, baby bat, just like colors," he said ruffling the kid's hair. Damian batted his hand away and huffed, but grabbed a purple pen and started coloring in his flowers.

"So I hear we're having pizza..."

"It was not my suggestion." 

"Have you ever had pizza?"

"Tt, what a foolish question."

"That's not an answer, baby bat, but don't worry you'll love it, it's a large flat bread with tomato sauce, cheese and any other topping you want! I like pineapple on mine but everyone makes fun of me for it. Tim likes Canadian bacon, onions and artichoke hearts," he paused to shudder," we have all kinds of topping for you choose from until you find what you love!"  ( Damian didn't eat pizza with the league fight me)

"I just like cheese sometimes," y/n said adding a heavy black outline to her picture.

"I do not have food preferences I simply eat for fuel."

"That's ok, just tell us if you don't like something, or it doesn't agree with your stomach," she leaned around Dick and fake whispered," Dick here is actually lactose intolerant but he likes to pretend he isn't while he's eating." Dick gasped in mock offense and fell backwards like he'd been shot.

"How dare you accuse me of such a terrible ailment, I have no such thing!"

"Right cuz I don't get phantom stomach pains for hours after you eat," she said with an eye roll gathering the coloring supplies. He grabbed her hand before she could stand up.

"I didn't know you could feel that," he said sadly, a not quite pout on his face.

"Dick, it's ok honey, I know you love your cheese."

"But I love you more-" Damian made a gagging sound and they both shot him a look.

"We love you too, Dami baby," she cooed. 

He tutted and helped  her to her feet then extended a hand to Dick. He felt them both tug out some nonsense on the bonds but he'd refused to learn the ridiculous language, other than the ; I love you'. The pretender Drake had given him a sheet with the words and phrases they'd coded out. Drake was annoying, he tried to speak with Damian constantly though the bond, in tugs and pauses that were surely outlined on the paper and he seemed upset when Damian would only respond to verbal questions. Y/n would send him a disappointed frown and he would stomp off to train until he felt more in control. Richard was content to let him go at his own pace, happy with quick tugs of a love you, throughout the day, never expecting it in return. Todd was...different, having spent time with the league he seemed to give Damian more leniency on some things (if Damian wanted to sleep next to y/n he got to, if Todd was getting ready to shower in the cave but Damian arrived he would wait, if Damian ate his food a bit faster than the others Todd would give him some of his own) but on other things he seemed to push more, expect and demand more ( when Damian refused to do his math homework because it had been an insult, so far below his level of genius Todd had forced him into a chair and handed him a pencil with very clear instruction 'finish the work, and I'll talk to Bruce about skipping some grades'  when Damian had snapped at Alfred for something todd had picked him up by the back of his hoodie and dropped him to the ground demanding several dozen push ups) 

Y/n was...nice, an oddity in his already strange new world. She treated him both as a son and a sibling, being a mother figure without the harshness of his real mother. When he injured himself during training instead of scolding him for screwing up she fussed over the small amount of blood and used his sword to slice the dummy in half ( which he did not know she could do) she'd cleaned up the small wound and sent him to the showers so they could cuddle. The next day he came down to a training sword, a dull useless stick! He'd yelled at father and pennyworth and the other's but they only laughed at him! Laughed! Saying he would get it back when she felt he wouldn't be injured and that he would never find her hiding spot. Apparently Drake was still missing a set of throwing stars. He'd yet to sleep alone if she wasn't there, then Grayson was, eager for cuddles and snuggles and just smothering Damian in general. 

Father was warming up to him it seemed. Damian understood he was a shock to the man who already had a full brood. And with the way they found out about him...his standoff-ish-ness was to be expected, but the others stopped him from avoiding Damian, insisting they all spend time together. And Y/n had locked them in a room together the second day until they spoken for at least an hour. 

By the time he'd finished his musing they'd all made it inside to start the pizza making. With hands freshly washed and gloved (y/n hated the dough under her nails) they all set about rolling out several medium sized discs. Jason was called to fire up the outdoor pizza oven and Bruce was given strict instructions to not touch anything. Damian settled on a heavy layer of veggies with some hamburger. (he's not vegetarian yet y'all he hasn't been on that mission)

"Yours looks really good," Bruce said to Damian when their pies had been set on the counter. 

"It's inadequate and not nearly as round as it should be."

"Take the compliment kid, mine's a square," Jason said using a pizza cutter to make his into smaller squares. He'd opted for a cookie sheet instead of a round pizza pan so he could be heavier with his toppings. 

"It only matters how it tastes, not how it looks," Dick said with heart, digging into his Hawaiian pizza. Everyone was eating at the island, bar stools scattered around and elbows on the surface. Alfred's eye twitched every few minutes from the mess but the smile on his face was genuine. All his little ducks were home, safe and sound and a few new ones.

"An astute reasoning master Richard."

"Thanks Alfie, and it wouldn't be true without your incredible cooking, we just made vague shapes."  Alfred gave a nod and continued to eat his pizza with a fork. 

(I'm sorry y'all I'm watching British cartoons and there's a frog crying about his magic puddle, so I'm splitting my focus here)

"What about a new baby," y/n asked all the sudden, giving everyone present a heart attack.

"You're not," Jason started.

"You haven't Dick began.

"NO, no, I just umm, pretty sure I...I think I feel another soul bond forming is all. It's not with Bruce of Alfred, least I don't think so..."

"What are you," Damian accused, face twisted in disgust. "Must you collect everything?"

"I'm sorry, can't stop it." 

Jason and Dick looked ready to burst so she turned to Bruce with a raised brow and tugged on the forming bond. he flinched.

"Ouch, is that always how your love feels," he asked, rubbing his chest.

"It hurts?" 

"It burned," he supplied.

"yeah, that's our Y/n, you learn to love it," Dick said with heart eyes, mildy peeved he would have to share again. 

"At this rate we're a damn pack," Jason griped, rolling his own eyes and tugging on the bond he could now feel leading to Bruce. Bruce flinched and Jason smirked. Dick gate his own little tug and Bruce sucked in a breath, then Tim, then Damian and finally Y/n and he got that burning sensation again. Like he was both surrounded and drowning in love, forcing it's way down his throat and into his ears, his heart lurching and singing, soul screaming in bliss. He hit the floor. 

"Huh," Alfred said, looking down at the man," I believe I also feel the bond and I rather love it." They all tugged I love you's to Alfred and he beamed giving each one a tug back. "This is rather nice, do you always burn this bright my dear," he asked her directly. Again it was Dick who answered.

"She's always the sun, warm, inviting, pure energy and love. Is somebody gonna get him or..." 

"I believe Master Bruce is capable of standing, I fear he's just...overwhelmed."

"I was," Tim chimed in, his mouth full of pizza," I thought I was in a furnace, the feeling was both amazing and horrible at the same time."

"But he has the Cat, shouldn't he be more used to the bond?"

"Sweaty, you're...different-in a good way! Everything about you is...intense," Jason tried (and failed) to explain.

"What he's trying to say is your love is different then others, it's so much stronger, poor Bruce is only used to one bond, he just gained six, including Alfred, and we all sent a bit of love, maybe not Jay, but the rest of us. Alfred is already easier with his emotions, he knows we love him, I don't think Bruce believed it." Everyone looked down when Bruce began to wake up. He propped himself up against the cabinets and took a few shaky breaths. When he was stable he stood and enveloped her in a hug.

"I know I wasn't kind to you at the beginning but thank you so so much for bringing me my children back, and allowing me a place in your circle. I'm honored," he said tugging gently at the bond and gasping when she tugged back. If she was this free with her love to him he can't imagine how loved his sons must feel, no wonder they stay so close. Selina was loving but she didn't make a habit of communicating through the bond, it would take some getting used to, but when Damian gave a hesitant tug he knew he would stop at nothing to master the language. He released her to pull each of his sons to him, ruffling their hair and patting them on the back until he got to Alfred, the old man had tears in his eyes but the soft smile assured him they were happy.

"I never imagined I'd have such a large family, it's an honor to share them with you, dad." 

Alfred burst into tears and gathered the much larger man to his chest. 

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"I have a question," Jason asked Dick one morning after their coffee.

"Uh oh."

"So we all love her. You and I a bit more so and I was just wondering....how would you feel about sharing," he cringed at his own phrasing. 

"We already share..."

"I mean genius," he paused for a dramatic eye roll," you and I take turns taking it out for dates and such, we've slacked off on wooing her and I don't want her to feel like we've given up on loving her past the bond. You two were getting pretty close before I came back, and I know I screwed shit up and she doesn't have to marry me or anything I just...I love her and I want her to know it's not just because of the bond, even without it I would...granted I never would have found her, but regardless-"

"I get it little wing, I wouldn't have met her either. I get it I love her just as much as you do, and I know she loves us."

"That I do," she said popping up behind them on the path. 

"Holy shit! When did you learn to move quietly?"

"Baby Dami's been teaching me," she explained rocking back and forth with her hands behind her back.

"That's nice, honey," Dick commented scooping her up to spin her around. Instead of putting her back down on the ground, he maneuvered her so Jason could carry her on his back. They changed direction to head over to one of the fancy, but uncomfortable, benches in the manor gardens and he eased her down to sit on it. She brought her legs up and grabbed each of their hands in her own when they sat next to her. 

"I think we should start going out. Individually, we could set days or just go on a whim. I don't know about all of us being seen in public together it might cause some backlash. But you both are welcome to kisses anytime in private. I know I've been a bit out of it, with the new bonds I was just overwhelmed and living off instinct. But I feel better now, great even, and would like to move to the next stage of...this, whatever it may be. I only ask that we be sure to split out time, I can't be away from the babies too long," she explained referring to Tim and Damian. 

"No, of course, we want to make sure everyone stays healthy. Maybe in a few more weeks when everyone can stand to be away for longer we can go on full dates, how do you feel about some shorter coffee dates," Dick asked.

"That sounds great," she agreed sending joy through the bond.

and they all lived happily ever after until I think of something else to add

@stormz369 girl I know this is all over the place if you have any ideas or requests on where this should go lmk, the next chapter will be fluffy dates

[erineverly]

Axl made sure to get over here early, Meegan letting him in with a bunch of balloons tied to his wrist and a pink Minnie Mouse birthday bag that he comes into Erin’s bedroom with. “Heeey, birthday girl.” Knocking hard to let his presence be known, “Wake up, you got gifts and a card to read and cake to eat for breakfast.” In the other bag he placed the small birthday cake from Canters in a purple bag that’s hanging off his other wrist. ‘Happy Birthday, Erin’ written in cursive pink on the top of it, flowers and Minnie Mouse heads decorated on the top. He sits down on her bed, kisses her cheek and ties the balloons to the headboard then puts the bags next to her, there’s an outfit she wanted, a huge set of Estee Lauder lip sticks and lip glosses from Macy’s because he figured girls really love makeup and it was a last minute idea, a sparkly bracelet and a stuffed Mickey and Minnie in the bag for her birthday. All of it from Macy’s and he spent almost every dollar he had to afford all of it, but it’s damn worth it. Smiling in anticipation, he sinks down on his side and wraps his arm around her to squish her in a hug. | this one is set in the 80s and that bracelet is inspired off the one she wears a lot and seen in the its so easy video🥰

erin’s  just  barely  waking  up,  mostly  unaware  what  day  it  is,  when  she  hears  the  knock  on  her  bedroom  door.  her  eyes  remain  closed  as  she  stretches  her  slender  arms  over  her  head  and  mumbles,   ❝   mmm…  come  in.   ❞   she  assumes  it  must  be  her  roommate,  probably  just  got  back  home  from  a  night  of  partying,  eager  to  tell  her  all  about  the  cute  boys  that  she’d  met  and  kissed  and  danced  with.  the  door  squeaks,  and  what  a  surprise  it  is  when  the  sound  that  fills  the  air  is  not  a  girly  giggle,  but  the  voice  that  she  loves  so  very  much.  she’s  still  burrowed  under  a  pile  of  blankets,  warm  and  soft,  with  rosy  cheeks  and  tangled  curls,  but  her  sleepy  features  light  up  all  at  once  and  she  finds  herself  beaming  at  the  strawberry-haired  man.  pale  blue  eyes  fluttering  open,  widening  as  she  takes  in  all  the  gifts  that  he’s  brought  her.  a  soft  gasp  escapes  her  lips.   ❝   aww,  baby!   ❞   she  squeaks,  sitting  up  against  the  pillows,  a  teddy  bear  digging  into  her  back.  she  rubs  her  eyes  as  if  in  disbelief.  she  wasn’t  really  expecting  anything,  knowing  that  they’re  on  a  budget,  but…  wow!  the  balloons  are  beautiful,  floating  above  her  head  and  she  marvels  at  them  with  sheer  wonderment.  curling  her  curious  finger  around  one  of  the  string,  she  pulls  gently  to  bring  one  of  them  down  before  releasing  it  again.   ❝   my  goodness,  is  all  this  for  me?  you  didn’t  have  to.  you  really  didn’t  have  to,   ❞   she  whispers  softly,  peeking  into  the  bags  and  spotting  the  most  thoughtful  combination  of  presents.  it  has  her  heart  expanding,  eyes  filling  with  tears  of  happiness.  he  must  really  pay  attention  to  what  she  likes,  the  stores  she  visits,  he  even  got  her  favorite  shades  of  lipsticks  right.  she’s  smiling  so  big  that  her  cheeks  begin  to  hurt,  the  tip  of  her  nose  tingling.  the  first  thing  that  she  pulls  out  are  the  stuffed  mickey  and  minnie.  she  hugs  them  to  her  chest  and,  before  unpacking  the  rest,  looks  up  at  her  boyfriend,  nothing  but  love  and  gratitude  brimming  in  her  eyes.   ❝   you’re  the  sweetest  boy  in  the  entire  universe,  axl.  this  is  the  best  birthday  ever!  i  love  it,  all  of  it…  the  balloons,  the  presents,  you.  i  love  you  so  much,  baby!  thank  you.  thank  you  for  making  my  day  so  special.   ❞   she  curls  her  arms  around  his  neck  and  hugs  him,  mickey  and  minnie  squished  between  their  bodies.  this  is  the  best  birthday  ever  all  because  she  gets  to  celebrate  it  with  her  favorite  person.  

[daphnebowen]

more season four episode one things

okay guys because I’m obsessed I’m rewatching season four this time actually recording things because last time I just did what I could remember. That was also from a while ago (when i originally wrote it) some stuff might be the same but do I care? No. I was gonna jump right to episode three but then I thought “am I really gonna miss ‘maybe this time’ and ‘puppy love’ for this? No.” So yeah. Here we go! FYI, most of these just might be quotes because I’m basically brain dead right now.

THE RINA CUEEEEEE and ginas proud little smile

I absolutely love Ryan’s sparkly suit

Monique, Corbin, kaycee, and Lucas sound soooo good!!! Lucas especially he is really belting

“they have been silent in the group chat” 💀 gets me every time

ms Darbus sounds the exact. same.

EW. EW. MACK IS - UGH 😑

Richard is screaming. I mean, I get it, I would too if my girlfriend was kissing someone else, but chill dude

“no boys?” Girl. Gina’s super smart. She can handle a boyfriend and worry about her future. I hate her so much.

mike 💀 RICKY PAY ATTENTION - I hope those clothes were clean~

AWWW HE HAS GINA IN A PHOTO ON HIS DESK <3

”be safe” is crazy 💀

”don’t… try not to mess that up.”

”that would have been thoughtful” he’s not slacking in the boyfriend department at all

”just kept us for us” is sooooo freakingggg sweeeeeetttt “as long as we’re an us” AHHH FIND ME A MAN LIKE RICHARD BOWEN

gina: shushing Ricky. Ricky: proceeds to make more noise on his way out of the window 🤦🏼‍♀️ what is wrong with him

kourtney and Carlos are slaying

”we need to sign him up and get him educated” girl same

Ashlyn is so lost lmao

miss Jenn gets their attention so flawlessly my teachers could never

I wanna see Richard bowen’s senior prank… 😃

theyre so disappointed about doing hsm again lmao “high school musicale?!”

the east high leopards mascot is actually so disturbing

”mentally I’m not here” lmao sameeee!

”the whole gang” mins Troy Gabriella and Sharpay as per the first five minutes of the show right?

coach literally spit while saying “America’s favorite couple”

woke. I can’t.

bart Johnson is so hyped

”if it’s Mack somebody stop me before I flirt with him” “Carlos!” “Yeah, Carlos!” Ricky is so jealous omg

”Mr bluh?”

miss Jenn looks like she’s about to pass out when Monique and Lucas walk in 😭

JESSICA IS CRAZY

poor Ricky I just want him to be happy

“if Alcatraz and 7-11 had a baby” Quinn 💀

they’re dead. The farm is heaven. Why did he say that so bluntly???? The way Gina’s face fell was so sad too

”I bet he sheds a lot” PLEASE

can I just say I think Ricky is way better looking and just way better than Mack??? Like this boy has nothing to worry about.

Kourtney turned British there for a moment lmao

gina cannot improvise holy crap

“opposites do attract” THE LOVE IN HIS EYES I CANT

HOMECOMING I CANT THEY ACTUALLY LOOK THE SAME

the fact that they made Ricky’s hair darker for the Valentine’s Day part is actually crazy

“wow” part 1

Raisenets are nasty

i wanna see kourtneys instagram like I bet it’s so cute

why the freak does Dani want to know about Ricky like hop off he’s in a very serious relationship

”WISH WE WERE CUDDLING” omg WHAT (tho tbh… that would be sooo cute. I want a spin-off of just rina. No one else. Just rina one shots irl)

[oriansann]

The Fair

   Oh the cool soft grass felt good under on my bare feet. Air that shifted from cool to warm and back again brushed my skin. A deep breath and smiling at the few clouds sprinkled in the sky and I was ready.

          The soft dark leather boots were perfect for this fair. I was wondering if I was ever going to use them. Liz insisted on helping make them for me. My best friend half danced around the car and hooked her arm in mine. 

          "Is yer mystery Irishman going to show?" She teased with a terrible accent.

          "I don't know. We've texted a few times. I told him about this, but that was it really." I shrugged.

          Of course word got around about the strange guy who found and brought an injured me back to my family. Everyone had questions. I couldn't tell them much. I couldn't tell them about the instinctive trust I felt. It wasn't  normal for me to feel instantly comfortable either.

         For some it was odd that a guy I just met showed up so suddenly at that time no less. Others thought it was a sweet coincidence. Most were just happy I was okay. 

         After a quick visit to the hospital I returned to the reunion for the last night and babied my leg. My family were generous as always helping me, checking in and just hanging out. Rion had not shown up again. I assumed he was busy with his Litha celebrations.

          "Maybe it's best if he doesn't show. I'd rather it just be us." Todd, not in costume, closed his door and looked at the entrance to the Ren Fair. 

          Todd was more vocal and emotional than normal today. That was a good sign. It usually meant he was relaxed, having a good time, or excited. If he was uncomfortable, he usually shut down. You wouldn't get much out of him and had to initiate anything.

         This was our first time here. It was right up, both mine and Liz's alley for different reasons. Liz was a cosplayer. That's how I got the boots and hooded moss green dress. A leather hooded purple brown leather vest and matching leggings.  As soon as I put it on, Liz decided it was mine. I loved it. It matched me.

          Liz's gown gown was made after one of her favorite anime characters. It was a fantasy fairy gown meets medieval outlaw complete with short shredded skirt and thick leather belt. Somehow it worked. Her light blond cloudy hair completed the look along with dark sparkly heeled boots.

          In a place like this, her and I could fall into a world of fantasy and history. It was a great place for me to play with my camera too. Todd just loved hanging out with me. Few things held his interest, but hanging out with me always helped.

          We made out way into the fair and quickly made a plan. That's when four of our favorite people entered the fair, Brandy, Derek, Jason and, of course, Natasha. Great. Oh well, we could avoid them. This was our day.

          First we wandered the full grounds, then grabbed a map to be sure to catch tournaments and show. We got there early, so we had plenty of time. Then it was time for food. Of course we had to go for the massive turkey legs and refillable tankards. It was tradition. 

          While Liz and I finished our drinks, Todd took part in a mock duel with a nerf like sword. He survived long enough to with the sword. Liz an I almost dropped our tankards cheering. Then Todd had to use the restrooms, while Liz and I looked around some more. 

          "Let's go find the boys. I see our friends. We could find some sport." Brandy's voice cut through the crowd.

          Where's Todd? Where was Jason and Derek? I grabbed Liz's wrist and half dragged her toward the restrooms.

          Just as we saw Todd reluctantly rush toward Derek. Jason stuck his leg out and slammed his shoulder against Todd. My brother fell hard on his back. His sword went flying somewhere.

         "Hey," I called out handing Liz my mug.

          Brandy and Natasha's giggles rang out as Jason and Derek chuckled.

         "Oops, I guess you weren't ready." Derek sneered.

          "Oy lads." Before anyone could register the new voice, Jason landed flat on his back.

          The tall dark haired new comer had smoothly tripped him almost the same way he tripped Todd. Now he stood with his very un-nerf like sword pointed at Derek's chest. Thankfully it was sheathed.

          "Care to even the odds." Rion's brow quirked. His accent was thicker and more lyrical than normal. He was putting on a show.

         Jason glared and grumbled under his breath, as he slowly stood. None of us paid any attention.

          "If this involved you, maybe." Derek snarled.

          Rion pondered for a moment before turning to offer Todd his hand. "Care fer some help friend?"

         My breath caught in my throat. With my brother, this could go either way. Rion didn't make a move beyond offering his hand, waiting for Todd to make the next move. Slowly, Todd reached up and clasped Rion's wrist.

          "Yeah, thanks" Todd answered and stepped to stand next to Rion.

          "Well, now it involves me." Rion smirked in playful invitation at Derek and Jason.

          Seconds ticked by and finally Jason tapped Derek's arm. "It's not worth it."

          A reluctant Derek snarled and followed Jason to Brandy and Natasha. The two women made it no secret how they saw Rion. Their eyes slowly traveled over him. Brandy shot him a wink. Natasha bit her lip. With a blank expression, Rion inclined his head politely and turned his brilliant smile on me and Liz.

          "Oh my Gods," Liz murmured.

          I shifted to subtly tell her to be quiet. Todd was actually smiling, just slightly, but it was enough. As Rion and Todd approached, I returned Rion's grin.

         "That was good of you. Thank you."

          Rion's grin shifted to his warm playful smile as he shrugged. His eyes shifted to Liz and back to me.

          "Oh this is Liz, my best friend. She thinks you're gorgeous and is in love with your accent." I stepped aside, teasing Liz.

          "Well, thank you. I be sure you hear it a lot through our adventures today, aye." He shot her a flirtatious wink as he bowed over her offered hand.

          "Liz, this is Rion." I continued the introductions.

          "Oh, I know. Lia has said quite a bit about you." She teased me back after she could start speaking again.

          "Don't believe all of it... unless it's all good." Rion teased straightening.

          I offered my hand and he brushed his lips over my knuckles before straightening again. Liz's eyes widened looking from my face to my hand and back again.

         "Of course it's all good. I was singing the praises of the Irishman that showed kindness to a stranger and helped her after a bad fall." Was he speechless now? His smile widened as he inclined his head.

          "Let's go see what trouble we can find then." He casually draped his arm over my shoulder as we turned to return to the fair.

           At one point we found ourselves at an archery range. The universe was kind enough to put Brandy and Natasha in the archery booth next to ours.  Maybe they hadn't noticed. One look told me they noticed.

          The two had altered their blouses and spoke just loud enough for me to hear. 

          "Does she even know how to handle that?" asked as I picked up the bow. "I doubt it." They laughed. "Poor guy." This came from Natasha. I tried to ignore them but fumbled the arrow as I tried to set it on the notch. "Looks like she's going to need some teaching."

          A gentle brush of hands at my arms had me leaning back against the man I somehow knew was Rion. After a soft amused breath, Rion gripped my shoulders and let his hands slide down my arms. He made a show of helping me mount the arrow. His breath tickled my ear. Then it was his lips.

          "Is this okay Ann? I'm just givin them a bit of a show." His smooth rich baritone was soft and deep in my ear.

          I nodded, turned my head. and kissed his cheek in thanks. He grinned and returned to 'showing me how to shoot an arrow.

          Following his movements and hands I drew the arrow  across my body to my cheek. 

         "Good," One hand hovered over the one gripping the bow. The other was over the one holding the string by my cheek. It was a butterfly touch, but his chest pressed softly against my back. It was... quite the show. "Now a few breathes." a few breathes. "One more... hold it slowly release." I slowly exhaled. "and..." His hands twitched open and back as he stepped back. 

          I released the arrow, bullseye. As soon as I put the bow and arrows down I jumped and hugged Rion and Liz. Liz murmured we would be talking about this later.

         Rion chuckled loudly and returned the hug. 

          "Yer a natural love." The chatter from the other booth was quiet at Rion's words. "Some people don't need to be taught. Others..." He made it a point to look at our neighbors booth and clicked his teeth in disappointment. 

          They weren't bad, but none of them had bullseyes. I had two. One was ... sketchy. Liz had one. Todd had all three. Our neighbors glanced at ours and stormed off.

          "Was that a bit much?" Rion asked.

          "Maybe," I shrugged.

          "Nope, you should have kissed her." Liz piped in.

          "She kissed me." Rion tapped the spot I'd kissed earlier.

          We all laughed, and spent the rest of the day without a worry.

[erodasfishtacos]

i just know hslotrry got the best sex of his life after whoring himself out at coachella in front of his wife

After The Show

prompt: this ask legit just inspired this whole one shot. Harry at Coachella and the what happened after the show.

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni

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-

Harry was delaying getting in his jumpsuit, he keeps bugging YN to make sure his hair looks just the right amount of messy, if he should shave his stubble, or if he should wear the white or black boots.

He whines like a baby when YN leaves him to decide on shoes by himself so that she can get a water for him.

“You need to breathe. Your vocals are going to be shot if you don’t get it under control,” YN hums calmly when she returns- making him take a few sips before taking his face between her hands and giving him a firm look.

“M’nervous, baby,” Harry groans, leaning into her palms before stealing a soft kiss, “S’freaking me the fuck out.”

“You’ve performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people,” She reminds him as she begins to help him out of his street clothes to prepare for shimmying into the sparkly outfit.

“I was with the boys, it was different. Not everyone was just lookin’ and listening to me,” He tries to argue, it’s just…he’s so clingy and YN really shouldn’t love it as much she does.

He’s always been so attached to her.

“Don’t act like the second you get on stage you don’t turn into a sleazy, fame-hungry popstar,” YN teases as she tugs up his tiny underwear that was falling down his hips that leave little to the imagination, a change from his usual briefs.

“I’m only sleazy for you,” Harry smiles cheekily, his hands starting to wander lower than her waist - big palm sneaking down to give her bum a good feel.

“Oh, you’re more than sleazy when it comes to that,” She smirks, biting at the inner corner of her mouth as he processes the words.

They both know what she’s referring to.

- last night -

“Baby, baby. C’mon, got-gotta let me come,” Harry begs in a higher pitch than his normal bravado, he was so desperate for it.

“I don’t have to do anything, bunny. Think we both know who’s in charge,” She giggles girlishly as she continues to stroke him with a sluggish, nonrushed hand, not enough friction and when he pushes his hips forward to get it - she pinches his hip, hard enough that it leaves tiny bruises near his ferns.

They didn’t have time for this teasing.

He was due to soundcheck in less than two minutes.

A group of hundreds of crew plus his band and tour team were expecting him any moment on stage but he’s too weak for his wife and so he’s pressed up against the wall in a small, dark hallway begging for her to do something.

“You’re being cruel,” Harry accuses in a breathy tone after yet another sting when he thrust his hips into her grip.

“Mmm,” She hums noncommittally, her face soft and relax with the slightest edge of mischievousness, “I’m sorry you married such an awful woman, Hmm?”

Harry’s too sweet for his own good, bumping his nose against hers, “Never said that. Best wife, make me feel like m’on fire. Only you can do this to me.”

Nobody says anything because they already know when Harry appears five minutes later than planned with blush from his chest to his cheeks as well as a blooming red mark under his jaw.

-

“S’it wrong that I love my wife?” He huffs with an exaggerated pout, pressing his center against her to show his interest in the conversation.

“You’re getting yourself turned on already, save that for the show,” YN scolds playfully, digging her thumb into his hip where she knows it’s sore from the purplish bruises she’d left there the day before.

He rewards her with a pained squeak but he never shys away from the feeling, it spirals into a delightful pleasure after a moment.

Harry Lambert steps into the room without a knock and like clockwork, the popstar gets a sour look on his face at being interrupted.

After he’s helped into his sequined one-piece outfit, it’s nearing stage time, and the crew is starting to surround Harry to get him ready.

YN has to go slip into her outfit for the show, she was excited because she hadn’t let her husband see it despite his pleas to.

“I’m so proud of you. You’re going to do amazing,” YN whispers against his lips, hand squeezing his solid bicep.

“You’ll stand where I’ll be able to see you, yeah?” He asks nervously, fingers coming to fiddle with her wedding band.

She was going to be in a small vip at the front of the stage, right next to the fans. Not off to the side of the stage like usual, not until the end.

“Right up front, I promise,” She assures him, bringing his hand up to kiss his palm, “Know you’ll be a rockstar up there, it’s going to get me so wet for after the show.”

Harry’s anxious expression turns into something more stormy, determined because that was now his goal - to perform well enough to make his wife soak through her cute little outfit.

-

It was colder than expected for California in April, most people had jackets on, and YN had an ankle-length black gucci leather jacket on that disguised her outfit - she had a plan.

Just like how she knew Harry was going to remove his big, feathery black coat to reveal what was underneath - well she was gonna steal that idea for herself.

The set starts absolutely amazing, as soon as he runs down the stairs to begin As It Was, his eyes are searching the crowd for her and it makes her heart leap.

That with the upwards of a hundred thousand people there, that he was still focused on making sure that his person was on the crowd.

As soon as their eyes connect, he gives her a smile before sticking out his tongue and shimmying his hips a bit to signify that he sees her.

YN blows him a kiss before beginning to dance along with Jeff, Kid Harpoon, James, among other friends that were there to support him.

YN gets overheated fast, from the dancing and being in close proximity to so many people at once that she shrugs out of her jacket and lays it across the barrier rail.

Harry is at the B stage, behind her and doesn’t immediately get to see what she was wearing but she knew she looked good.

It wasn’t necessarily the most ground breaking Coachella outfit but it was sexier than her usual style was .

It was a simple black tube top that pushed her breasts up to show off their fullness while making them look perky.

A sliver of her midriff on display before her high-waisted pants snatched in at the curve of her body.

They were completely sheer with a sequin design making them reflect in the flashing light on the stage - they were the same sequins that made up Harry’s jumpsuit.

Since they were sheer, YN had on a pair of skin colored underwear that were cheeky enough to show quite a bit of her backside but it wasn’t quite a thong.

The pants made her legs look like they went on for days, the shimmer of her pants contrasting beautifully against the tone of her skin and the plain top she was wearing.***

(note: picture is just the inspo but top is black, pants are black, and sequins on the pants are the same ones that are on Harrys jumpsuit).

YN was blinded by the flashes that bombarded her as fans took pictures of her and she tried not to get too self-conscious about her bum being out.

As Harry struts back towards the main stage, he glances over at YN before continuing to walk but stops and does a double take when he sees what she has on.

She can’t help but twirl and show off what the backside is revealing, giving a little shake before turning around and continuing to dance with their friends.

YN purposefully doesn’t meet his line of vision, acting like she doesn’t even know he’s staring but it only last a moment before he has to get back to the main stage.

During one of the slower songs, Harry manages to catch YN’s attention - a thrill of electricity radiates through her because his eyes are hungry and possessive but she knows he wants her more than anything.

As he sways to the rhtymn, his body just is incredible - the way his abs twitch with every movement, his narrow hips moving, his pecs defined and strong, and it was all fucking hers.

With all these thousands of beautiful people lusting after him, willing to give him whatever he would want - at the end of the day, he has a gold band on his ring finger, the most recognized sign of ownership, not to mention her name inked permanently into his skin for everyone to see.

YN hadn’t been allowed at a soundcheck for Coachella last weekend, where Harry was bringing on a special guest. He had insisted that it be a surprise for her too.

She could think of multiple people he might ask to join him on stage but figured it was someone extra special if it was so secretive.

When the first few bars echo throughout the field, the strobe lights flashing in sync, and Harry begins to playfully glance around like he doesn’t know what’s going on - YN is going wild with the rest of the group for Shania fucking Twain.

YN just watches in awe of her husband as he duets Man, I Feel Like a Woman with one of their favorite artists - doesn’t dance as much as just sway and watch with absolute pride, can’t help but pull out her phone to record a clip of it.

But when crew runs on stage to put two stools down, YN gets a huge lump in her throat when she realizes what song they’re about to sing together.

Once again, YN can feel all the fans cameras on her as she watches her husband perform a song that is undoubtedly dedicated to her and the whole entire crowd knows it.

She giggles, embarrassed at herself when she feels tears rolling down her cheeks as they perform - she wipes them away quickly and Harry finds her eyes, brow furrowing for a moment when he sees tears.

YN mouths that she’s loves him and puts a hand on her heart, which in turn, makes him give her a dazzling, heart-stopping smile that makes his dimple pop deep into his cheek.

The crowd doesn’t miss how his eyes barely leave YN as his sings, making it obvious as day that it’s about her and only her.

“You’re a lucky girl,” Harry Lambert nudges her, just teasing as they all cheer for Shania before Harry starts up his set again.

“Lucky doesn’t even remotely cover it,” She murmurs back as her eyes stay glued to her husband for the rest of the time he’s on stage.

-

When he’s doing Watermelon Sugar, she sneaks back to the side stage because there’s only two songs left before week one is over.

As he absolutely loses his shit during Kiwi, the creeping arousal starts to stir in her belly again because he’s just so….attractive.

The way he licks his fingertips, rolls his body, the way his muscles tense and flexed in the stage light…he was just….filthy.

She loved it.

She loved watching him get himself worked up to the point of when he runs off stage and just needs to fuck.

YN didn’t know if she could wait for the hotel for them to touch each other, maybe not even being able to wait for the car ride home.

After Sign of the Times, Harry’s blowing the crowd kisses, telling them to be kind, and thanking them for coming before he’s bounding off stage towards her.

The crowd captures the scene on their phone when Harry grabs YN by the waist towards him so he can lean down and connect their lips in a rough kiss (despite them thinking they were out of sight of the audience).

However, they disappear out of sight after as they’re ushered away from the massive stage and into the tents connected for the artist.

-

“Bunny,” YN breathes out when they’re finally away from the noise, standing in the lounge area where there’s tons of other people bustling around, “Holy shit.”

His chest is still heaving from the past hour and a half of intense physical activity, sweat dripping from his hair down onto his chest and neck.

“Was it good enough for you, my love?” He gasps as he starts to try to steady his breathing, eyes searching hers.

The thing that was heartbreakingly cute was that Harry was honestly asking, did he perform well enough for her.

Which he has always done, every single time but he still asks because he wants to make her proud of him and he yearns for her approval.

“There’s not even words for how incredible it was. You’re talent and stage presence is unbeatable. It’s why everyone loves you,” She praises him sincerely, snagging a towel from an assistant to dab it all over his forehead and chest.

“I sang it for you,” He murmurs with a sheepish expression on his face, his hands can’t help but touch her, fingers dancing along the bare skin of her midsection as she wipes him down.

“You’re really in love with me, huh?” YN teases, leaning up to brush their lips together again, “Don’t think you could make it anymore obvious, H.”

As YN says that, she takes her hand and subtly brushes it up against his pelvis, across where he’s already been half-hard for a hot minute.

Harry’s surprised by the boldness, there’s so many people around, and it makes him let out a low groan - barely having enough self control to not buck into the touch.

“Trying to be obvious,” He agrees a bit absently as his eyes trace down her body, “You look bloody indecent in this, flashing your bum at me while I’m trying to work. Could see it jiggling from the stage.”

“Knew you’d like it, I’m so wet for you. Can feel it on my thighs,” YN tells him, biting her bottom lip as she lets her hand palm him once again, “All I could think about when I was up there, you know? Just having you in me. How full you make me.”

“Sweetheart, please,” He begs quietly, his voice raspy and worn from overuse - despite his words, he loved being teased, edged until he was a mess.

It was the fact that if someone stopped rushing around to clean up, they would notice how Harry was desperately trying to get as close to his wife as possible, press himself against her.

“Alright, c’mon,” YN goads, intertwining their fingers and tugging him through the lounge, out of the tent completely and out in the barely warm air of the night.

It was late, the stars bright in the sky and the noise was starting to die down as people begin to filter out of the field for the night.

Harry Lambert was going to be looking for him very soon to collect the outfit from him but they didn’t care in that moment.

It was secluded, sure, but not that secluded - if someone wanted to take a cigarette break or happened to walk by from behind the stage and look over - they’d be caught within an instant.

Harry’s a show off, an entertainer, and when he realizes that YN wants to mess around in such a public place - he’s surprised by her bravery but it makes his cock twitch.

“Baby, anyone could catch us,” Harry reminds her as she leans back against the wall, it didn’t help that he was wearing the most flashy outfit right now.

“Better be quick then,” YN quips with hazy smile, “Wanted to make it obvious like you said, hm? Shouldn’t be a big deal if someone catches you making your wife come then, right?”

Harry can’t help but let out a moan at her words, she was just so fucking sexy is the thing. She radiated confidence, sureness, and he’s not sure how he got lucky enough to have the hottest woman on earth as his spouse.

“Gonna kill me,” Harry rasps, his throat sore and hoarse now like it always got after a show.

There was also something about that fact that even though Harry just worked his fucking ass off on stage - YN just expects him to come bounding right off stage to please her.

She’s one hundred percent right that he will, no matter how tired or overworked he was.

He snags her lips into a kiss, she doesn’t waste anytime in opening her mouth and letting him inside as his hands go straight where they’ve wanted to go all night.

Harry tugs down her top until it sits under her breasts, thumbs rind her harden nipples and rolling them before moving to pinch them.

“Fuck,” YN whines happily, pushing her chest into his hands and cupping her hand around his neck to keep his mouth close.

“Desperate little thing,” Harry chuckles fondly, moving his lips down the column of her neck until he’s cupping her tits in his palms and lapping at her peaks with grazes of his teeth.

Her moans are far too loud but so pretty, he brings his leg between hers until his thigh is pressed right up against her core and she instantly begins to find friction there.

“Jesus,” He murmurs lowly, she’s just so fucking attractive that it is a bit mind blowing at time as he admires her riding him without any shame.

When Harry removes his thigh from between her legs, she lets out a frustrated sigh but it turns into a pleased one when he begins to shimmy the tight fabric of her pants down her hips.

It was exhilarating, YN basically bare where anyone could stumble upon them - usually see would never be so adventurous but something got into her tonight.

Harry crouches down, thumbing at the wet spot on her panties as his other hand moves back to palm at her bum.

“Guess I did my job tonight. You’re dripping, my love,” He hums as he leans forward to kiss her mound over the thin fabric.

“Please, need your mouth,” YN hisses when he pushes her panties to the side but instead of putting his mouth on her - he kisses and licks at her inner thighs.

Harry let’s out a rumbling, rough growl when YN’s hand knots into his damp curls and physically moves his mouth to where she wants him.

She always taste so good that Harry gets lost in it right away, his tongue covering every inch of her, and make sure to not leave anything behind.

It’s intense, messy, needy as he buries his face between her thighs, her hips moving to chase the building feeling of her orgasm but then there’s a sound to their left.

Despite how distracted Harry was, it takes him no time to stand up, pull his wife’s shirt up, snap her panties back into place, and shimmy her pants back up.

By the grace of god, the door was jammed for a good second before Harry Lambert opens it and is frowning, “I don’t have all night to wait around. Come on, I need the jumpsuit.”

“You work f’me, not the other way around,” The popstar grumbles as he tugs YN along back into the building - luckily the tight, unforgiving fabric hides his hard on well enough as they make it to the dressing room.

While he’s changing, everybody seems to file in from Jeff and Glenne to James Corden to Kid and his wife and after he slips into his jeans and tee, everyone is discussing where there afterparty should be.

All Harry can think about is his wife.

“I’m so exhausted,” Harry cuts through the noise, swinging his bag over his shoulder and making eye contact with his wife who was not in the mood to party.

She was eyeing him with intent because she absolutely hated being edged, even if it wasn’t intentionally- didn’t enjoy it the same way Harry did.

He felt like he was in trouble almost, not in a serious way but the in the way that he needs to get his spouse off soon or he won’t be getting anything in return.

“Oh, rockstar. You can’t say no to a little partying!” Kid teases him, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a bit, “Let go back to mine.”

Harry swallows harshly, “Nah, really. I’ve, erm…yeah, I’m just super tired. I won’t be any fun. Just need to relax.”

His friends don’t push it any further and YN gives him an approving smile as they all walk out together to their cars.

“So good for me, H,” YN murmurs in his ear as they hold hands and paparazzi’s camera flashes blind them until they’re inside behind the tinted windows.

The car ride home doesn’t involve sex, it’s a SUV but there’s no type of partition and no privacy with the two body guards in the vehicle as well.

Instead, Harry lays his head on YN’s lap and she cards her fingers through his hair, thumbing at his temples and whispering about how proud she is of him.

-

YN corrals him into the shower as soon as they get into the hotel room, makes a point of showing her appreciation and adoration of him while she scrubs the grime off his body.

He gets so sweet like this, responds so beautifully to the praise, but only from her - he gets into this state where he’d just do anything for her without question, trusting and committed.

The hot desire for her own pleasure had dissipated over the last few hours, her lost orgasm not as intense anymore, and it allows her to focus on him.

Her lips tracing across his collarbone, his head tilted back against the tile, legs feeling like jello from all the exercise.

“Bloody hell,” Harry gasps in surprise and pleasure when she catches his nipple with her teeth before licking and kissing at both of them.

They trail from his chest down past his butterfly, kissing and nipping at the hard, thick muscles of his abdominal before doing the same to the extra plush at his hips.

By the time she gets to where he wants her mouth most, he’s straining up towards his stomach, swollen and pink from his lust.

It was a sight to see.

When YN first wraps her lips around him, he lets out a relieved moan that echos loudly off the white walls of the bathroom.

YN pets and scratches at his lean but muscular thighs as she takes him down until her nose is nestled against his pelvis.

“Ba-baby, m’close,” He warns quicker than usual, his fingers dancing across her jaw, feeling her cheek as she works him over.

She pulls off regretfully, hand replacing her mouth with tight, slow pulls as she stands up and accepts a kiss from him.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Harry admits, voice sweet and honeyed, he digs his fingers into her hips and spins her until she’s pressed up against the wall, “Gonna let me have it, darling?”

“O-of course,” YN giggles at the absurdity of his question but listens when he murmurs, “Budge up.”

She obliges, moving even closer to the tile, hissing at the coldness against her warm body, and spreads her legs further apart.

Harry is impatient, grabs her thigh and tugs it up to give himself easier access as with his free hand he guides himself inside.

“Holy fuck,” He mewls as he starts moving at a harsh pace, giving no room for adjustment as he begins to pound into her - his hand wrapping around her middle to reach down and roll her clit between his fingers.

It’s embarrassing, the short amount of time it takes for YN to come but he’s hitting her spot hard, she can feel his muscles twitching against her back and his fingers bruising her thigh where he’s holding her up.

“H, there, oh my god,” YN encourages loudly, the cool tile now feeling good against her hot forehead as he continues pressing against her where she needs him.

As she’s coming down from her release, she whimpers in surprise when he pulls out of her and crouches down - spreading her open and lapping at her pulsating bud.

His sucks her clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue quickly, while two fingers tuck right up inside of her without hesitation - rings bumping against her skin.

“S’too much,” She complains but doesn’t do anything to pull away, just allows him to devour her until she has yet another orgasm wrecking her.

Harry is on her again as soon as she’s got hers, he’s manhandled her around so now her back is against the shower and he’s hiking the opposite thigh up and sliding home.

He looks so beautiful as water drops bead off his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, drizzle down his parted lips - his eyes are intense on her as he brings himself off the edge.

“You’re the one I belong to,” He murmurs through low moans, she’d hit him for quoting a song during sex but it just makes her grip his jaw and drag him in for one more kiss.

-

In bed, Harry’s drifting off to sleep as soon as they slip under the fluffy duvet - his body shutting down in protest from all the activity of the day.

“I can’t wait for weekend two,” Harry hums as he wriggles closer to YN, wrapping himself around her like a cuddly octopus and nuzzling his face into her neck.

“I can’t wait either. You’re gonna be wicked with Lizzo,” YN agrees, welcoming him into her arms and running her bedazzled nails up and down his back.

“Not was I was talking about,” Harry smirks boyishly, hands roaming over her belly and hips without intention, “Can’t wait for the sex after the show.”

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did you all miss him sm like me 🥺

[michelle-is-writing]

Family, Jareth

Word count: 2.2k~

The labyrinth was a place that people were sent to when they were careless in their actions and took something so significant for granted. In the amount of time I had lived in the kingdom of labyrinth, I watched as people from all around the outside world came and went with some of the poor souls having to leave by themselves as the people who carelessly wished them away stayed and turned into goblins having traded themselves for the other. I hated watching this occur, and despite proceeding with such things, I know the man I loved hated these things too.

What hurts me the most is knowing a baby could appear in our realm at any moment while their older sibling would enter the labyrinth to try and get them back. In the time I have been here, I have yet to see it happen, but still, I know it does occur.

Today happens to be the day that I get to witness such a thing as I watch Jareth arrive back to the kingdom with an infant, no older than four months, wrapped in a soft pink blanket in his arms. Almost immediately, he carefully lays the baby in my arms before giving me an explanation and a kiss. "The sibling shouldn't be responsible for something that should have never happened, according to him," Jareth clarifies with a shake of his head before looking toward the never ending maze that is the labyrinth.

"Do you think he'll learn his lesson?" I ask him, cuddling the baby girl to me as she stares up at me with curious brown eyes, her hands reaching up to grasp something. How could someone wish away a baby so small? The poor thing barely knows how to cry, and even more so, the baby barely knows what it wants!

"Not even a small bit, my love," Jareth answers me, pressing another kiss to my cheek before walking toward his throne room, turning around to give me another smile. "Take care of her for the time being, but I know I shan't remind to do such a thing," he tells me, making me look at him with a questioning smile. "You're already doing so, wonderfully," he concludes before disappearing from my sight, his soft smile being the last thing my eyes catch just as he does so.

For most of the kids who arrive at the labyrinth with their siblings wished away, Jareth makes a deal with them in the labyrinth before sending them both home, a little more love now being shown to the person that was once wished away. However, for the rare cases like the one currently lying in my arms, Jareth doesn't usually cut deals with the sibling fighting for them, and instead, turns them into a goblin rather than the other party. For the teenage boy who's currently wandering around the labyrinth as if time were on his side, things aren't looking so good for him.

The baby is practically a newborn, and yet, her life doesn't seem all too important to her brother wandering through the endless maze. Jareth didn't seem to care much for the young man to begin with going by the fact he wished away someone important to him, but I can tell after our small conversation that Jareth really didn't like the boy. Typically, I'm the one to give everyone a second chance; however, this case makes me want to punish the boy myself.

It makes me sad looking down at the resting baby in my arms, her tiny hands still mindlessly reaching out to grasp at something while her mouth searches for something to suck on. If I held the ability to perform magic, I would make a pacifier for her, but unfortunately, I cannot. Instead, all I can do I let her hold one of my fingers in each of her soft, small hands while I cuddle her closer to me. The feeling of holding the baby is nice and... warm. It makes me never want to let her go - even though she's not even my own kin.

With the baby still in my arms, I wander through the kingdom and do small things as the calm, yet giggly infant finds interest in my sparkly gown. Her tiny hands pull at the unwavering jewels adorning the (f/c) material while I just smile and continue what I'm doing. She's strong for such a small infant.

Hours pass by and I'm still carrying the small child in my arms. Now, she has fallen asleep, and thankfully, she hasn't grown hungry. An infant this young needs milk from their mother, and because I am not this little girl's mother, I cannot provide that for her. Even though it shouldn't matter, it kind of makes me sad.

I'm not upset over the fact I cannot feed this child, no - I'm sad that I don't have any children to feed in general. I've always wanted to have kids, and nothing makes me happier than the thought of having a family with Jareth. However, we live in a place where children might not be the best idea. Plus, what if Jareth doesn't want any children?

Walking into Jareth's throne room, I sit next to him in my similar one and lean my head onto his shoulder as he turns to look down at me, a smile curling on his lips at the sight of the now sleeping infant. "Was she well behaved, my love?" He asks, reaching a hand across to brush against her tiny curls.

"She was," I answer him with a smile, feeling her try to nuzzle closer to me. Despite being wrapped in several linens, the blankets are thin, and the air in here is freezing. Chances are she's probably trying get warmth from me which isn't a problem.

"You know you're going to have to give her up soon, my love," Jareth points out, making me frown as I look over to the tall clock in the middle of the floor. By the looks of it, there is only a little less than an hour left of the thirteen hours originally given to the boy. Upon looking over at said boy, I find him sitting in the middle of the maze as he continually tosses a stone into the air before catching it.

"I think I've run out of sympathy for this one," Jareth explains, looking over at the youngling with me. With a shake of his head, Jareth lifts a finger toward the clock and tilts it, the longer hand sliding from eleven to thirteen within a matter of seconds. "Why don't you take the little one in your arms back to her home?" He suggests, kissing my cheek as he stands from his throne. "And I'll, unfortunately, take care of the other one."

With a sigh, I nod and stand as I watch a portal open in front of me, prompting me to step in and find the baby's room. The walls are an evening primrose tone while the wooden shelves fill with porcelain dolls. By the corner is a trunk of toys to play with when she gets older, and by the looks of it, she'll never get bored.

Curiosity getting the best of me, I step out of her room and into the hall where another door sits, open for everyone to see. It's obviously the boy's, and he has nothing to complain about. Everything in it is new, and none of it is old. Not to mention everything is clearly expensive. The boy probably never went without, and all the parents asked for was for him to watch his baby sister. Such a shame.

Walking back into the baby's room, I lay her down in her white wooden crib with a plush pink mattress and smile down at her as she giggles. "Goodbye, little one," I tell her, leaning over to press a small kiss to her soft forehead. "Live a long and happy life, and cherish everything."

With that, I walk back to the still open portal and step through with my gown flowing behind me. Walking closer to the center of the castle, I ignore the pang in my heart as I wander back into the labyrinth's kingdom and sit at my throne beside Jareth's. Resting my head on my hand, I wait patiently for him to return while thoughts begin to fill my brain.

I've always wanted a family. The idea of little ones running around the kingdom concerns me a little, but I'm sure things around here can be fixed. Nonetheless, the idea of having children that resemble both me and Jareth excites me, but it scares me at the same time.

Does Jareth ever wonder these same things? Yes, he may be my husband, but I don't know if he ever thinks about the same things I do. Would he mind having a family with me? Or would it put a burden on him?

The sight of Jareth stepping into the castle brings me out of my thinking and over to him as he makes his way to his throne, immediately sitting down in it before grasping my hand and sighing. Turning his head toward me, he smiles. "Do you remember taking care of me when I was stuck in my owl formation in your realm?" He questions me, slightly confusing me.

With a questioning stare, I smile up at him. "Of course I do," I answer him, feeling his hand tug me over to him with a gentle pull. Getting the message, I stand from my throne and sit down on Jareth's lap, his arms instantly wrapping around me and pulling me close once he gets the chance. It's what lead me to him in the first place. An injured owl hooting for help in my backyard - how could I not help it?

A few weeks of taking care of the owl passed before it was healthy and able to fly... only to turn into a sparkly man before my very eyes. It was shocking, of course - who else has seen an owl transform into a human? Better yet, who else goes on to fall in love with and travel to a completely different realm to be with that same man?

"You were so gentle and careful with me, and loving," Jareth goes on, his arms around me never faltering in their hold. "Furthermore, you never got frustrated with me, nor did you cause me any pain - even when you didn't mean to, you still did not hurt me, my love," leaning in, he presses his lips against my temple, leaving them there for a few seconds before speaking up. "If we were to have children, I know you would be the same way."

Practically snapping my head toward him, I stare at him with slightly widened eyes as my mouth parts in a small gasp. How did he know I was thinking of such a thing? I didn't say anything about it! I never even mentioned it!

"Your thoughts, my dear," Jareth interrupts me from my thinking, smirking. "They're connected to mine, in a way," He reveals, causing me to blush. Not that I have anything to hide, but the idea that the man I love knows what I'm always thinking about is kind of... embarrassing.

"And besides," Jareth resumes, pushing my hair from my face with a gentle hand. "Ever since I met you," He continues on, his voice is low and languid as he leans closer to brush his lips against my neck. "Not once did the thought never cross my mind, 'this is the goddess that I want to bear my children.'"

With his confession, my eyes widen, only to close moments later as Jareth's lips come into contact with skin of my neck, my mouth slightly agape as a silent moan escapes my mouth. This is all so... shocking. The fact that Jareth feels the same way I do about children is fantastic, but its also so... inviting.

"Jareth," I practically groan his name, placing a hand atop his wild hair. "Are you... are you sure about this?"

My question causes Jareth to pause on his attack on my neck, and instead, he moves to face me, his eyes aligned with mine. "I have never been more sure about anything in my entire existence, my queen," He answers me, his crystal blue eyes never leaving mine. "To watch your belly grow with our child - a true, physical representation of our love - makes me want nothing more in life," As he says these things, a delicate hand soon lays itself against my stomach, resting there with pure serenity and gentleness. "After all, you said it yourself,"

Leaning in closer to my lips, I feel Jareth hold my waist close to him as I subconsciously reach my other hand up to lay around his neck. "Nothing makes me happier than the thought of having a family," He quotes one of my earlier thoughts word-for-word, smiling. "And as it is for you, and only you, it is for me, my love."

Finished speaking, Jareth finally connects our lips together in a sweet and meaningful kiss, happy tears finding their way to my eyes as we do so. Nothing could make me happier than this exact moment, but in the future, that might change - and hopefully, it does.

[moonctzeny]

champagne sins

pairing: socialite! johnny x fem! reader

genre: smut

word count: 1,714

warnings: alcohol consumption, slight voyerism, slight degradation

a/n: I blame @sehunniepot for this

general taglist: @naomis-sins , @slightlymore-main , @jjaeyoonoh, @ichbinschnappi, @infnteen , @markresonates , @babyksworld

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You love the way your new designer dress hugs your figure tonight, sparkly fabric reflecting the light and making everything around you glow. You love the way the champagne bubbles tickle your tastebuds with their sour taste, on your third glass already and with no intention of stopping anytime soon. You especially love having Johnny eat you up with his eyes from the other side of the room, his honey-colored stare having an iron grip on you.

Letting your body move on its own accord and with a wobble in your step you walk over to where he’s standing, large body resting sideways on the decorated wall. Johnny’s a socialite, yet if you asked him what he did for a living you’d get a different answer every time. He’s a DJ at the biggest club in town, he’s a reality star, he owns real estate. Maybe he’s one of those pretty boys you pay handsomely to loop your arms around for the rest of the night.

And you don’t blame anyone that would want to have Johnny like this, hard to resist with this combination of tall height, dark locks, and even darker intentions. Tonight, he looks more expensive than all your jewelry combined with those leather pants that melt right over his thighs. He’d left the top button of his satin shirt unfastened, teasing you with his smooth, tanned skin, and you take the first leap of immorality by loosening the second one yourself. You’re endlessly jealous of those pearls for getting to loop around his neck.

“Undressing me before even saying hi?”

“Hi. Now can I do one more?”

He chuckles and you take it as a sign to hook your index on the third buttonhole, revealing the top row of his abs. They’re covered in small glitter particles from last night’s fun and you envision the masterpiece you could create with just some lipstick and your fingernails. A sweet smell hazes your mind further, a mixture of his cologne and that caramel-scented e-cig he likes nursing so much.

He hums while still frustratingly keeping his hands to himself, towering over you with his broad shoulders and crushing the surge of confidence caused by the liquid courage, “What has you so naughty tonight baby girl?”

“You”

He loves having people inflate his ego and you know how to take advantage of this fact very well. He pushes back his long bangs with his hand, wet from the heat in the penthouse and finally pulling you closer with the other. His rings dig right over the dimples on your back, just low enough to toy with what’s considered inappropriate in a room full of people. Not that anyone cares, really; everyone is high on the substance of their choice and Johnny is just simply your favorite of vices.

“Naughty, naughty girl”, he muses and you follow his lips like you’re hypnotized, enjoying the degrading way he kisses his teeth.

“You know, when you pretend to be all righteous it makes me wanna fuck you even more”, you bite back and something changes in his eyes, pupils expanding like a big black hole that’s about to swallow you entirely.

His fingers leave his scalp to now grab onto your jaw, thumb hindering the blood from going to your head and forcing you to look away from the tattoo on his chest. You’re so close now that you notice his tongue is toying with some blue-colored candy, its original spherical shape now being a mere wafer-thin piece of sugar.

“You didn’t have a mouth this dirty last time I saw you”

“I thought you loved my mouth”

He grins at your wits, flashing you the same million-dollar smile that gets him free drinks and pretty people at his feet at all times before finally planting his lips on yours.

You think that out of all Johnny’s beauteous features, his lips have to be your favorite ones. Bow shaped and soft, they beg you to suck, nibble, and bruise them, the other party invitees be damned. His right hand, previously resting on your waist, is now grabbing your ass shamelessly, and he takes advantage of the gasp you let out to press the remaining candy against your own tongue. You’re so preoccupied with the way he twirls in your mouth that you’ve pliantly allowed him to corner you between the wall and his body, and when he starts to lick right over the middle of your throat you don’t know if the room is spinning because of the champagne or him.

“Fuck”, you mutter as your half-lidded eyes stare into the ceiling, a familiar hardness poking the top of your thigh.

“Language”, he scolds you against your skin, with a tone so cold you don’t know how it spreads so much warmth to your body, “Good girls don’t swear”

“What if I want to be bad?”

“Follow me”

“Follow me”

You weed your way between the groups of beautiful people, grabbing a glass of champagne on the way, until you reach what seems to be the door to the party thrower’s office. A big “DON’T ENTER” sign hangs from the knob and Johnny throws it to the confetti-filled floor without the slightest guilt, leading you inside the study.

It’s a spacious room, with full-length windows and a mahogany desk placed in front of a filled bookshelf. You don’t even manage to ask him where he wants you when he starts ravaging your neck again, his big body making you backtrack to the reclining leather chair in the end of the office. Unadulterated arousal pulses through you with every bite he leaves behind, and you push him down onto the seat, momentarily enjoying the view of him sprawled like that just for you.

Impatiently, Johnny grabs the back of your bare thighs, pulling you on top of him, and you quickly start to unfasten his braided black belt. Endlessly entertained by the thought of messing with you, he starts petting over the skimpy fabric of your underwear in an effort to distract you. It works, with your fingers shaking as they try to push his pants below his hips while his own start circling around your swollen clit.

A pitiful sob graces his ears as he pushes your soaked up panties to the side, petting your raw pussy that drips with a mess you’ve made just for him. You move your hand between his thighs in retaliation when he pushes two fingers inside you, working him into his full length as your moans harmonize into the most filthy of tunes.

“Tightest fucking pussy. Dripping wet too. Did I do this, pretty girl? Or was I just your victim for the night?”

“Just for you”, you moan out as you move along with his fingers inside you, your hand gliding easily over his cock with the aid of his precum.

He looks so fucking good like that; all messy and sweaty and all yours that you tug the bottom parts of his shirt away from one another, buttons breaking and dancing all over the floor.

“That was expensive”, he mentions playfully just to tease you, knowing damn well this shirt was nothing compared to Johnny’s net worth.

“And I’m priceless”

You take the glass of champagne that you’d left on the floor and start to spill some of the bubbly liquid over his chest, watching manically as it travels through the lines of his abs. The pale moonlight that seeps through the window kisses the wet skin, making him look irresistible as you lean down to suck the drink from the hollows where his muscles connect. Johnny weaves his fingers through your locks and giggles at the feeling, shivering when you reach his happy trail.

“Had enough of a taste?”

“I need one more thing”, you purr and take a condom out of your purse. He strokes his cock lazily as you open the foil carefully, eyeing you hungrily in the meantime, as if he hasn’t taken a good look at you already. When you’re done slipping the condom over his shaft you line the throbbing member to your opening, mentally preparing yourself for the girth you know is about to come.

A breathy whine leaves your lips when he slips fully inside you, and the way Johnny stretches you out already has you seeing stars.

Languidly but full of pleasure you start to circle your hips over him, enjoying the blinking light of the city that falls to your feet. A fleeting feeling of panic surges through you when you see all the people on the road and the balconies of the lower buildings, feeling even more exposed than you already are.

“Johnny, what if someone sees us?”, you ask him innocently but never once do you stop grinding your hips, making him smile at the empty question.

“I thought you wanted to be bad? Not a good girl anymore?”, he teases and thrusts his hips forward without a warning, making you shriek with how deep he reaches inside you. “A naughty, filthy girl that wants my cock in a party full of guests and with the whole city watching.”

He lifts his hand to drag down the fabric of your top, successfully freeing your chest and exposing you even more, loving the way your boobs look as you ride him.

“You think that just because anyone that happens to look up to see you being all slutty for me I’m not gonna fuck you against every surface in this room?”

You whimper at this promise, and your experience with him vouches that it will soon turn into reality.

“Please”, he scoffs, “you better bounce”

[fangurk]

Diamonds (Seth Clearwater x Reader)

Key:

Y/n - Your Name Y/l/n - Your Last Name

Y/h/c - Your Hair Color Y/e/c - Your Eye Color

Prompt (requested by anon): Hi I don’t know if this is the request box or if it’s open but may I request Seth Clearwater with a Cullen reader (gn please) and one day their just out running with each other and the sun shines on her and he’s just all ✨shook✨ because you know how they turn all sparkly lmao,, thank you :) :)

Reader Gender: Neutral (They/Them/Theirs)

Summary: Seth likes to run with the reader other, but they usually only ever hang out in rainy weather. Today is a day of rare sunlight in Forks, and they're going on their daily run-- Seth is absolutely awestruck at what he sees...

Warnings: none really

A/n: i love my boy so much. also ig the reader is supposed to kinda be what bree could've become if the volturi didn't kill her?

hi, this fic is about a character who's meant to be Quileute. st*phanie m*yer completely bastardized the people's legends and they don't even really make money off it-- and they're in dire need of funding right now. if you can afford to, please consider checking out the higher ground project here and donating something.

Word Count: 250+

“Come on, slowpoke!”

Seth’s wolf looks up at you as you pause up in one of the trees, grinning down at him with playful mischief sparkling in your eyes.

He makes a huffing sound, chasing you as you move on, jumping from tree to tree and from branch to branch. You’re just a baby vampire and he’s only a baby wolf-- you still have the ability to outrun him.

Even when he can’t see you, he can smell you (still so sickly sweet, but so much more tolerable.)

You make it to a clearing in the woods and jump down from the trees as Seth transforms, pulling some clothes from a hidden spot.

“Hey, shouldn’t you be slowing down by now?” He jokes, stepping out from the tree line. “You’ve gotta run out of human blood cells eventually—”

Seth pauses when he sees you. You’re sitting on a rock in the sun, arms behind you and head tilted back. While he always thinks you’re beautiful, his very own Greek deity carved out of smooth stone, you’re absolutely stunning now.

Bella mentioned once that vampires had sparkly skin, but sparkly doesn't do you any justice.

You look like a diamond.

“Seth? You alright, hon?”

“Uh, yeah!” A shy smile comes across his features.

He crawls up on the rock next to you, wincing at the sunlight. If you notice the way Seth, in his astonishment, traces his fingers along your skin, you don’t say anything.

His eyes seem a little brighter and his grin a little wider as he basks in the majesty of your glow.

[tommyspeakycap]

hi! can you write some dad!andyrobertson please?! I love your writing so much!! <333 something about him with a daughter please 💕 DILF DILF DILF !

oh he's 100% a dilf - and here you go!

a fathers woe

andy struggles with the prospect of his baby growing up as the little girl asks if she can get married

“Daddy?” Andy heard his daughters sweet little voice, “Can i ask you a question.” Andy knows immediately there is another question set to follow, but he cannot help himself from the typical dad response that falls out his lips before he can stop it. “You just did, love.”

You snigger, shaking your head as you dip the little nail painting brush back into the pot before returning it to your daughters foot to finish painting the last of her toes bright pink per her request. “That’s not funny, daddy.” She scolds, frowning. Andy swallows his laughs, nodding his head and holding his hands up in apology. That seems enough for your daughter, who turns back to her sticker book as Andy and you share a look with silent laughter. “Don’t touch them for five minutes.” You instruct, closing the nail polish and kissing your daughters head.

“Course you can ask me a question, lovely. Go on?” Andy hums after giving you a kick kiss before you disappear upstairs. Andy back to grating cheese over his homemade pizza as he hears his daughter crunch her way through the apple slices in her bowl as she lays on her front on the large marble top of the kitchen island, head propped up by her elbows. “Why did you get married to mummy?” She asks sweetly, not looking up at him as she speaks. Mila continues to colour in her little liverpool colouring book, only occasionally stopping to stick on a coloured or sparkly sticker over Trent Alexander-Arnold’s head. Andy purses his lips, tilting his head slightly in thought as he pushes the two trays of pizza’s into the huge oven.

“Because we love each other very much.” Andy replies casually, shrugging as does. He isn’t exactly sure where the question has come from, but he’s sure he’ll be soon to find out considering she’s very young and doesn’t tend to beat around the bush at all. “Is that all?” She asks curiously. Andy mocks hurt with a quirked eyebrow and a scoff that his daughter doesn’t pick up on. With his back pressed against the kitchen counter and ankles crossed over each other, he observed his little girl with the same level of curiosity she had in her question.

“Well, yeah. People gets married for lots of different reason. Me and your mum wanted to be husband and wife, we love each other very much and there’s lots of…” Andy pauses, trying to think of a way to explain the legal benefits of marriage to Mila without completely confusing her young mind. “Homework.” He concludes, somewhat triumphantly proud of his quick thinking. “Adults have lots of homework to do to buy houses and stuff like that. Sometimes that’s easier too when you’re married.” He tries to explain, watching her nod along. Her reception school homework is nothing difficult of course, but she doesn’t enjoy it and it’s difficult to her, so she grasps the concept generally. “But you should never marry anyone just to make your homework easier.” He adds sternly. “You should only marry someone you love.”

“Okay.” She nods, little eyebrows still furrowed. “So does that mean i can marry-”

“No.” Andy interrupts firmly, standing up straight with an immediate frown set into his features. Mila protests with a pout, “But daddy you didn’t let me finish!”

“Still no.” He retorts, offering her a tight lipped smile. “That’s rude, daddy.” Mila chides, sitting up to cross her legs in a basket and frown at her dad in the very same way he’s frowning at her. “Boys are rude.” Andy quips, “That’s why you should never marry one.”

“Mummy married you?” She challenges, cocking one eyebrow and crossing her little arms.

“That’s different.” Andy brushes off, turning away from his daughter to busy himself with sweeping the grated cheese off the counter with one hand into his other hand to flick it into the bin. “How?” Mila protests, making him roll his eyes with his back to her. She is just like you; persistent, usually right and a true powerhouse. She doesn’t give up easily and she almost never backs down. She’s you with the very best of his flaws sprinkled through. And his volume. She is just as loud as he is, much to your dismay.

“Because me and your mum love each other.” Andy says. “Well i love-”

“No you don’t.”

“Daddy you didn’t let me finish! How do you know?” She argues, clearly getting frustrated a little at her usually very easygoing dad. “Because you’re too young.” He responds, seemingly simply.

“You’re not being very kind, daddy.” She grumbles, evidently irritated. “I’m telling mummy.” She slides to the edge of the island countertop, clambering down onto the her little stool before leaping gracelessly down and running off yelling out for you.

Andy sighs to himself, dropping his head into his hands as he slumps down at the island on one of the comfortable stools. He can hear her voice and yours, but not what either of you are saying until it goes quiet and you both appear again the doorway. The little girl year old holds onto your hand tightly.

“What do we say when we haven’t been very kind, Andy?” You prompt, eyebrows raised and an ever so slightly teasing glint in your eyes that’s barely suppressed on the lips that fight a smirk. “I’m sorry, Mila.” Andy apologises, standing off his seat to crouch down on one knee. “Could i give you a hug to say how sorry i am for not listening to you properly and not answering your questions nicely?”

The little girl nods, letting go of your hands to shuffle over to her dad, allowing him to engulf her little body against his large one, almost completely shrouding her from your view. After a moment, he lifts her up and places her back on the kitchen island where she was sitting.

“Daddy was upset because you’re my little girl and you growing up is scary for me to think about.” He admits, swallowing thickly. You and Andy have been practicing a very honest manor of parenting. You sometimes feel let down by the childhood you had and you want to give her better, making sure she has emotional stability and the opportunity to know she can share her feelings whenever. Mistakes will happen, it’s how we respond to them that is important. You want her to be healthy physically and emotionally. It’s one of the most important parts of being a parent, in your opinion.

“It’s okay.” Mila replies sweetly, pressing a little kiss to his cheek. “I don’t want to marry any boys anyway. Mummy reminded me how gross they are. You’re the only boy i love daddy.” She shrugs, smiling like the little angel she truly is. “Good. Now come here.” Andy pulls her back into his arms, turning to you to give you a wide eyed look and a mouthed “thank you!”

She wriggles from his arms after he attempted to press kisses all over her and runs off giggling to hide from him elsewhere in the house and probably look for her soft football; the only one that’s allowed indoors after you smashed a lamp with one of Andy’s footballs and both you and Mila agreed to tell him it was the dog who broke said lamp with the football.

“You’re a lifesaver.” Andy groans as he walks towards you, wrapping his arms right around you and he pressing his lips onto yours firmly. “Mhm, i think i bought you a few more months.” You giggle, your nose bumping against his as he laughs along with you. He groans again, burying his head in your shoulder as your hand gently scratches the nape of his neck comfortingly. “Wanna make another?” He mumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder through your hoodie.

“Cheeky bastard,” you jab your thumb into his ribcage slightly, words spoken between gentle laughter as you shake your head. “Seriously though?” He retorts, pulling back a bit to rest both his hands on your waist. He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he takes in your proximity and natural scent contently. “Let’s make another. We could try for a boy?”

“It doesn’t really work like that.” You giggle, eyes crinkling with your smile. Andy rolls his eyes playfully. “So?” He shrugs, pecking his lips against yours again, “You in?”

You shake your head, pressing your lips against him only broken by your smile. “Course i’m in and oi!” You swat at his wandering hand, dipping beneath the waistband of your leggings, “Not right this second you filthy man!”

Andy throws his head back with a loud, playful groan that’s broken up by his laughter when he heads you giggling before you press a gentle kiss to his exposed neck. “I love you.” You smile, watching his eyes sparkle as he turns his face back to you. “Yeah yeah yeah, i love you too.”

“Rude, daddy!” Mila chimes as she appears in the kitchen again, only having heard the end of he conversation.

“Sorry,” the scolded man retorts, immediately knowing the correction his daughter wants him to make to his prior words to you; “I love you more.”

Mila nods, smiling up at you clearly proud of her intervention for her very adored mother in the name of girl power, bumping her little fist against yours before she turns back to her dad, who wouldn’t change anything about this moment for the world, to give him a very tight lipped response.

“Much better daddy. Don’t let it happen again.”