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anonymous asked:

Could you do a smut of Derek Hale? Like where the reader is a volleyball player at practice and derek sneaks into practice to watch her and she teases him during it but then a bunch of other boys sneak in too just to watch her. Derek gets jealous and shows her who she belongs to. Thank you!! Your writings are amazing!!

I do not write smut quite yet but I will be more than happy to write you a non smut version.

Warning: Heavy making out

Readers POV

I was in the locker room changing into my volleyball uniform for practice. We made it to the semi finals, so if we win the upcoming game we get to go to the state championship. I put on my jersey and my shorts. I looked in the mirror. God why do volleyball shorts have to be so tight and well…short. I sighed and walked out of the locker room and into the gym. I saw my boyfriend, Derek sitting on the bleachers. Sometimes he comes to my practices to support me. I smiled and waved at him. He winked back at me.

“Y/N, let’s go!” My coach yelled at me. I ran over to the team and started warming up.

Derek’s POV

I was at Y/N’s volleyball practice. I love watching her do something she loves. It’s adorable watching her concentration…not to mention how sexy she looks in those cute little practice shorts. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who noticed. I saw a group of teenage boys standing in the corner of the gym.

“Dude, do you see, Y/N? Her ass looks hot in those shorts!” One of them said. I growled and glared at them. If they were closer to me I would have hurt them for even looking at my Y/N. I stood up and walked down the bleachers, headed towards Y/N.

Readers POV

I just served the ball when someone grabbed my wrist and started pulling me away. I looked to see, Derek and boy did he look angry. I let him continue to pull me to wherever it is we are going, not wanting to further upset him. We went inside the locker room and he locked the door. He turned towards me with his alpha red eyes on display. I backed up until my back hit the wall. Derek walked up to me, we were chest to chest. His hands rested on my waist and he attacked my lips, bringing me into a passionate kiss. His lips started to travel down my neck where he nipped, licked, and sucked every part of my neck until he found my sweetspot. I was moaning in pleasure, then I felt some pain and let out a loud yelp. Derek had bitten me. He pulled away and cupped my cheeks as tears fell down my cheeks and I whimpered.

“I’m sorry baby. I know it hurts but I couldn’t help it. I saw those boys staring at you and I got jealous. People need to know that you are mine and I’m not sharing. I can’t lose you. I want you to be mine forever and now that you have my mark you will be.” I just stared at him and sobbed, as more tears fell. The pain only seemed to be getting worse.

“The pain will go away in a little bit, okay? After it does you are going to be tired because it takes a lot of energy out of you. How about we get you to my loft, hmmm?” He picked me up bridal style and the pain finally started leaving my body. Derek was right, I was getting tired and I eventually fell asleep in his arms.

At The Loft

I woke up in Derek’s bed at his loft. I sat up and heard footsteps walking closer to me. Derek came up to the bed and kneeled next to me. He brushed some hair out of my face and kissed my nose.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me.

“Ummm good I think.” I told him. He moved my hair away from my neck and smiled.

“It’s all healed. You are officially my mate.”

“Am I-” I started panicked.

“No you aren’t a werewolf. It’s a mate bite. That’s okay, right?” He asked worried. I thought about it for a minute and then nodded.

“Good, because I love you so much.” He pulled me into a loving and gentle kiss. I pulled away and smiled at him.

“I love you too, Derek. I’m glad you chose me to be your mate.” He grinned and got into bed with me. He pulled me into his arms and we fell asleep together.

pixwix272  asked:

Are u still doing the starter sentences if u are can u do "I hate you" Harry please

Does everyone remember how I said after the Liam That’s not my baby blurb I said there was a similar Harry one in the future? Here it is. I’ve written it before a long time ago–before tumblr and when I basically only wrote about Harry. So. That’s why it’s so long.

“I hate you.”

Harry didn’t like the sound of that. He wanted to come home and here his three little ones saying loving words and happy things. He was tired after his day at the studio and wanted to come home to his sweet family.

He looked at Riley on the couch. He was sipping his juice as he enjoyed the latest episode of Spongebob. Harry snapped his gum between his teeth as he listened to you grumbling to yourself about how mad you were. “What’s up, buddy?” He asked the five year old. 

“Momma’s mad,” he said pulling the juice from his mouth and then going right back to Spongebob. Harry nodded.

“Is she mad at me?” Harry asked.

Riley shook his head and left it at that. Harry crouched down in front of him. “Thank you for saving me from all this estrogen,” he said and kissed the little one on his forehead. “I hope you have a little brother soon to play with,” he said softly. Riley giggled at the show and Harry ruffled his hair and walked toward the kitchen.

He found the love of his life, rounded for the third time with a baby that would be born in November. You were still grumbly. Harry placed a hand on your lower back and you turned to look at him. “Ugh,” you moaned. “Harry,” you whispered. “Your daughter is testing me today.”

Harry swallowed thickly as he pulled you close to his chest. He felt so guilty—not about Darcy. Darcy was his sweet kitty. His little love his first born. Just, unfortunately not your biological daughter. But you may as well have been for the amount of time you spent with her since she was born. Three months. Three months in and Harry was a mess with the baby, scared, and alone, worried he was going to mess up the little girl.

Luckily he found you. The most perfect girl in the world. When he met you, you were sleepy, exhausted and had had enough of the baby in the next flat over screaming her head off at two in the morning—not because you were tired, but because you kept hearing Harry’s soothing words night after night through the thin walls asking the little love what was bothering her.

Barging into his apartment you took the baby right out of his arms and rocked her to sleep, mimicking the sound of a vacuum cleaner as you did so. Darcy stopped crying and gazed at you with the prettiest blue eyes you had ever seen. Harry was in awe.

And in love.

Soon Harry was tapping on your door at all hours of the day telling you how much you meant to Darcy. How much he appreciated you. And then he asked you out. “I know I have a baby, but she loves you and to be fair, she doesn’t really like a lot of people—especially women. I think it’s because her mum left her with me and now—”

“Harry I would be honored to go out with the two of you,” you smiled sweetly and Harry didn’t think he could love someone so much because he liked how you included Darcy; you knew he was a package deal with the tiny one.

But parts of him still worried about how much you would put up with when it came to Darcy. Even after seven years. “What’s…wrong with her?” He asked quietly, nervously. He was afraid that you had enough of a daughter that wasn’t really yours.

“To tell you the truth Harry, she’s being a bitch,” you said simply and went back to the vegetables you had to chop. Darcy entered the room at that moment, her eyes red and cheeks flushed. You smiled weakly at the seven year old and you crouched down to her. Harry’s heart swelled up and he realized you weren’t talking about his daughter. “Do you wanna help set the table and then you can go watch TV with Riley?” You asked. She nodded and you handed her the tray of silverware and the condiments you needed and then you kissed her forehead.

“Hi Daddy,” Darcy said as she walked passed him to get to the dining room.

“Hi kitty,” he murmured and stilled her shoulders so he could kiss her forehead. “So when you said my daughter.”

“Harry Styles, don’t make me mad at you too,” you grumbled as you glared him from the counter.

“What happened?” He asked.

So you explained to him how your three year old Bella got mad at the seven year old for taking the toy she was playing with away. And yes, Darcy shouldn’t have taken it, but she did. Bella got mad, unreasonably mad and started telling her that she was going to get in worse trouble because you liked Bella more—because Bella was your real daughter. And Darcy got really sad, so sad that she started sobbing and barely wanted you to help. Eventually you convinced her to let you hold her, and you told Bella to go right to her room and not come out. After fighting with her for basically ten minutes before Harry got home you got her in her room. You told Darcy to wash up and Riley to continue being the sweet little boy he is and watch TV. “Did you think I meant Darcy?” You asked quietly and rested one hand on your lower back as you stared at him. He took your free hand and rested the other one on your tummy praying for a little boy again.

He nodded. “I know you love her, God, do I know kitten, but part of me worries if I made you…love her. You could have had anyone and you didn’t have to get thrust into motherhood—”

“Harry, we have two children together now. Another one on the way, and a beautiful 7 year old little girl whom I adore so much who looks like you but somehow took my mannerisms. Harry,” you cupped his face and pushed your belly against him so you could reach his lips and gently kiss him. “I love you. I love Darcy. Darcy is my baby, not hers,” you shook your head.

Harry bit his lip. “So…what are we going to do about trouble?”

“You have to go talk to her,” you said.

So Harry knocked on the door. “Bella-baby?” He asked. 

“Daddy!” She shouted like he was her prince saving her from the dungeon. “Let me out,” she banged her little fists dramatically on the door.

“How long have you been in here?” He asked.

“Three hours!”

“It’s been fifteen minutes,” you rolled your eyes.

Harry opened the door and took the tiny girl in his arms and wrapped her close to him. She cried softly saying how mean Mumma is and that it’s not fair.

“Mumma loves you and she’s very upset by what you said to Darcy. Mumma loves Darcy as much as she loves you as much as she loves Riley and as much as she loves the baby in her belly,” Harry calmly explained to her as he rubbed her back. He was laying on her princess bed, fluffed with pillows and blankets and stuffed animals. Bella laid on his chest and gently he combed her hair down. “You owe Mumma and Darcy an apology. She loves you very much too.”

She sighed and walked out her head hung low and she quietly apologized to you. “Not me, just Darcy,” you said and kissed her forehead giving her a big squeeze. Harry and you watched as Darcy looked at Bella quietly mumbled something and then crawl between her and Riley. “Thank you,” you said softly to Harry. “For all four of our beautiful babies.”

“Thank you,” he said and planted a long kiss between your lips again. “I love you so much. Thank you for raising such wonderful little ones.”

The baby in your tummy kicked in response and Harry chuckled. “You didn’t think I forgot about you, did you baby? I didn’t. I know you’re here and I know you must be itching to get into the Drama Styles show.”

You giggled and cupped Harry’s face as he pressed a kiss to your tummy. “I wouldn’t trade this show for any other family in the world,” you said stroking your thumb across his cheek.

And Harry realized that was all the reassurance he ever needed.