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bagofshinyrocks · 3 months
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Period Comfort
Prompt: How the boys act when their S/O is on their period. [Requested by @weebumochi]
Featuring: TF141 and Los Vaqueros - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Alejandro Vargas, and Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra (separately) x GN!Reader
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Warnings: reader menstruates, but no mention of genitalia; menstruation discomfort; nothing else i can think of, but lemme know if there's more
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John Price
Always gets you water and a fresh cup of tea once your cups looks a little low.
Finds out what meals are best for someone on their period and focuses on making those for the week.
You two would make food with beef, eggs, and fish (if you eat them); spinach, squash, and brussel sprouts. All the nutritious stuff. 
And then he would make treats for you, especially dark chocolate on almonds or walnuts. Bring you bananas, berries, figs. You felt like ancient Mesopotamian royalty. All things that were also good for you, but were more traditional period comfort food of “sweet”. 
If you really needed to eat half a family sized bag of barbeque potato chips, he would fetch them and put them in a bowl for you. No questions asked. No movement in the eyebrows. A loving smile as he asks what movie you two were going to watch.
 But for dinner, he’s making something without so much… sodium.
Does everything he can to make your period easier on you.
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Simon Riley
Doesn’t tell you that he knows you’re on your period, but that shit is on the calendar. Doesn’t want to make you feel like he’s all “oh is it that time of the month?”. So he pretends nothing is different.
He’s always so sweet to you, but he’s especially so when you’re on your period.
There are absolutely no gibes or pokes at the tender part of your heart. And whenever you’re most hormonal (which is also on the calendar), he might not tease you at all. Because one time he was a little snarky with you, and normally it would roll right off, but you were just a teensy bit too hormonal. And you got quiet. And your lip quivered. And he didn’t stop apologizing the whole day.
Any shows or movies he normally sighs about (but still sits down and watches… and gets invested in, the lying shit), there is no fussing.
“Alright, lovie, sounds good. Do you want another cuppa while I’m up?”
Need some quiet time by yourself? He has some errands to run, let him know what you want for dinner.
Just does his best to make sure you never feel crazy when you’re on your period.
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Kyle Garrick
When the worst of your period comes in, it becomes the typical night in.
The dumbest movies that you two love. Dessert eaten before dinner. Favorite takeout and all the accoutrement available. A glass of wine or some other treat beverage. Matching pajama sets.
Kyle had almost fallen asleep when you massaged a yummy-smelling hair mask into his scalp, and then pulled a ‘oh I was just resting my eyes’. And then he returned the favor, painting a luxurious facial mask on you. Making hearts on your cheeks, then spreading them out. You were fairly sure he drew boobs on your forehead, but then smeared it out and insisted you were just imagining it.
You give each other manicures, and hand feed the other food whilst their nails dried. Kissing chocolate and strawberries off each others lips and chins.
Once his hair was wrapped up, he’s all snuggled up in your arms. The heat and weight of his body against your abdomen was soothing. And the gentle snoring of the love of your life.
Everything he can to make you feel comfortable and attractive in your own skin.
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Johnny MacTavish
He gets up at the ass crack of dawn to go for a run (like a fucking psycho). Once you wake up, he wants to go to the gym with you. Whether or not you work out, or just poke his butt because it’s funny, he wants you there. But not today. Your cramps, or just the general yuckiness of menstruating, makes you want to not leave the house.
So he hops on the internet, and finds the workouts, stretches, and yoga poses that would help you feel better.
The most gentle workout he’s had in his life. Stretching with the speed of tai chi, leaning against your back and chatting quietly.
Kisses wherever he can reach as you two figure out the yoga poses. Sticks his ass out as far as he can so you’ll poke it. Whistles whenever you begin a pose that’s even marginally suggestive. Waggles his eyebrows and maybe even cops a feel.
Double checks that you aren’t overexerting yourself. Stops for water (and kiss) breaks and asks how you’re feeling. What’s helping, what’s not helping? Time to stop, or keep going?
Helping with the physical and visceral symptoms so you’re more comfortable.
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Alejandro Vargas
If he can, he’s clearing the schedule for the worst day of the week. Does grocery shopping and laundry before, so there is essentially nothing to do that day when Mother Nature is curb-stomping you.
Spoils you with a long lie-in. The sun has long since come up by the time you wake up to massages and kisses.
You join him for breakfast and a quick rinse off shower, and then you two crawl right back into bed. Leaning against him as he kneads the skin and muscles of your abdomen or back, a movie or the radio as ambient noise.
Maybe you fall back asleep. Maybe you watch an entire TV show. Maybe you putter about and do some light home-making. The goal is that you are fully rested.
I bet science says that you can’t “catch up on sleep”, but it’s still nice to have a day where you sleep for most of it. Especially when it’s curled up in bed with your sweet lover. His hands on you for the entire day, closely followed by his lips.
His whole body squeezing you tight when you try to leave, and wrapping around you again once you return.
Just physically reminding you of how much he loves you.
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Rodolfo Parra
Once he sees a menstrual product wrapper in the bathroom trash can, he’s off to make the most professional grocery run you’ve ever seen.
Knows exactly which products you use, and checks which are low. Buys the right medications or products. The snacks that you love (that won’t betray you later with a stomach ache), and the little drink treat that’s for special occasions. 
You swear that he hears the crinkle of a wrapper in the bathroom and marches to the store.
Puts the groceries away while you’re finishing up the breakfast dishes and then offers you the little beverage and maybe a treat.
He guides you to the couch or back to bed, sidling up next to or behind you and kisses you deeply. Arms roaming and then settling in a way that keeps you as close as possible. Pressing against you as if you could become one.
Cuddles in the way that is most comfortable, whether you’re in his lap or laying down. Kisses you all over. Hand feeds you until you’re giggling too hard.
He never wants you to run out of the supplies you need, or feel any less sexy while menstruating. Because you are always so sexy to him.
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Posted: 2024 January 7
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gimmeurtmi · 1 month
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not yet — bang chan
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pairing: bang chan x fem!reader
tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, smut!🔞
warnings: swearing, dom/sub dynamics, reader wears makeup, guided masturbation, fingering (self receiving), slight restraints, use of “baby”, “pretty,”, edging, undisclosed protection but please use it!!, descriptions of subspace, aftercare <3
inspo: commissioned by @staysinbloom thank you so much lovie and i hope you enjoy this!!! <3333
notes: as always feedback and reblogs are appreciated <3
{ wc: 3204 }
“Are you ready yet?” Chan poked his head into your room, a small smile on his face.
He was taking you out for dinner at your favourite restaurant, to celebrate your new promotion at work. You’ve been waiting for it for weeks, considering Chan was on the road when the news about your promotion came, and now the day was finally here. You took an extra long shower, exfoliating and putting on a hair mask and making yourself feel as good as possible in your skin. You knew Chan wouldn’t mind it either way, he kept saying you didn’t need to go above and beyond for him, that he liked being with you even when you were too tired to brush your hair, but he also knew you enjoyed your self care routine a lot–and so he gave you adequate time to get ready without rushing.
You still had an hour until Chan wanted to leave, you realised when you checked your phone, so you knew his question was more because he wanted attention rather than you falling behind on time.
“Not yet, I still need to do my eyeshadow,” you let him know. Chan hummed, entering the room and sitting on the bed behind your vanity.
“Can I watch?” He asked excitedly. You giggled, nodding as you got back to the task at hand–Chan’s curious eyes following your every move.
He happily watched, letting out impressed noises as he watched your makeup progress and take form, but otherwise there was relative silence in your room. You enjoyed it when you and Chan fell into a comfortable silence—it made everything feel domestic. Like it was you and him for some time, like it’ll be you and him for a while still. You liked the thought of that.
Once you were almost finished, nothing left to apply but your lipstick, Chan got up from his crossed legged position on the bed and placed his hands on your shoulders.
You hummed in a small question, meeting his eyes through the mirror.
In response, Chan placed a small kiss on the back of your neck before proceeding to make more exaggerated kissing noises. You laughed loudly.
“I don’t wanna ruin anything you’ve done,” he says with an endeared smile once you turn around to face him, lips puckered.
He places a small kiss on your lips, sweet and far too short, and so you kiss him three more time to make up for it. Chan smiles fondly when he pulls away, tucking a few stray hairs away from your forehead.
“You look incredible,” he says in a whisper.
“Channie,” you whine, “I’m not even dressed or anything!”
“Neither am I!” He says with a chuckle, before pecking your lips twice more and announcing he’s going to go get ready now.
You turn back around to finish everything you need to do as well.
Chan is the perfect gentleman. You know that, you’ve always known that, but you’re never opposed to being reminded of that. He opens your door to the car once you get there, he opens the door to the car when you head back home, too.
He helps you pick the best looking meal on the menu and when your eyes look at his plate a little too long he decides you two should just share his (you end up sharing both dishes and then dessert, too).
The dinner was delicious and the atmosphere was wonderful and when you found a great big mirror in the foyer of the restaurant Chan didn’t hesitate before posing in front of it when you sweetly asked for some mirror selfies with him.
You looked like a couple out of a movie, all dressed up and in love—and it wasn’t long before those pictures made it to your new lockscreen.
Once you arrived home, you softly kiss Chan’s lips—too determined to do so you don’t even make it past the entrance.
“Thank you for tonight, Channie,” you say softly before planting another kiss to his full lips.
“Don’t thank me,” he shys away slightly, before accepting a third kiss. “It’s all to celebrate you. You deserve everything.”
It’s your turn to be shy, and you tuck your face into Chan’s neck with a small whine.
Chan chuckles happily, bringing a hand to your back as he softly rubs up and down. He places a small kiss to the side of your face, before he mumbles, “I truly am so proud of you. My hardworking baby.”
You let out a scoff, before nuzzling closer into his warmth. You bring a hand to his arm, fingers circling around his strong bicep.
“I know it’s sometimes hard without me,” he hums, “but you do so well.”
You chuckle.
“Thank you,” you try your best to accept it. “I do my best even when you aren’t here, because I know you’ll always come back.”
Chan brings two fingers to your chin, lifting your head up to meet his eyes. Your insides turn warmer, comforted by his embrace and his soft gaze on you. With a smile, his dimples come out on display and you can’t help but grin at your beautiful boyfriend.
“I’m here for a while now,” he promises, “you won’t have to do anything alone.”
“Like the dishes,” you start teasing, “and the shopping, and the cleaning,”
Chan rolls his eyes, and you—emboldened by his dimples, say, “and I won’t have to touch myself anymore.”
“Why?” Chan asks, head titled to the side slightly, “you don’t like touching yourself?”
“Uh,” you feel a small blush creep up your ears, “I-I do, just not the same when you do it.”
“Why not?” He asks, his finger running up and down your back slowly, making its way around your neck and up towards your hairline.
“It’s not as fun cumming when you aren’t telling me to,” you confess.
Chan’s eyebrows lift lightly before he’s chuckling, rubbing your scalp softly.
“So you need someone to tell you when to cum?” His voice deepens.
“Not someone,” you insist, “you.”
“Right answer,” Chan declares, and laces his fingers with yours. He kisses the back of your hand, delicately, as his eyes search yours. After a few moments he smiles up at you and drags you towards your shared bedroom.
Once inside he turns to you with determination, before grabbing your face with both hands and pulling your lips towards him. Chan is eager, tongue already pushing through your lips and licking into your mouth.
You hold back your moans as much as you can until you feel his hands on your hips, moving you around, guiding you towards the bed.
“Baby,” he whispers against yours lips, tugging on your clothes lightly. You quickly get rid of your layers before tugging on Chan’s button up shirt. You open one button, then another, and then when you reach the hem of his pants he stops you.
You look up at him, eyes wide as his hand holds both your wrists in place.
“I let you open it so you could see my body you like so much,” you nod quickly in confirmation, “but this isn’t about me now.”
“Channie, I—“
“—I want you to show me what you do when I’m not here,”
You blush deeply, feeling it all the way to your chest. You avert your gaze away from Chan, which is hard—considering the absolute sight that he is—and try and hide yourself. You can’t hide too much, with Chan still easily holding your wrists together in one hand. The other hand is used to softly cup your jaw, making you look right at his piercing brown eyes.
“It’s not that interesting, though,” you mumble, your eyes focused solely on the skin peaking out of Chan’s open dress shirt, his collarbone sharp and oh so kissable.
“Look at me,” he says softly. Your eyes jump upwards. “You just need to show me, okay? Let’s start there.”
You nod.
Chan slowly lets go of your wrists and gently pushes you against the pillows. Instantly, you find yourself spreading your legs, letting each knee fall to the side as you feel Chan’s eyes all over you. You don’t feel shy anymore, with his loving eyes admiring you the way they do. You feel safe as he runs his hands up and down your thighs, keeping them spread.
Your stomach flips for a second when he says, “start.”
You bring your fingers towards your pussy, starting slowly as you run a hand up and down your folds to start off.
“That’s a good start,” Chan says with a nod, “spread your wetness around first.”
You find yourself nodding along, eager to fulfil Chan’s request.
“Sometimes,” you bravely start, feeling the shyness taking over again, but you push through. “I play with my tits a little, to get myself wet.”
“Show me,” he smiles, squeezing your thighs for a moment before getting back to rubbing up and down the skin.
You bring your free hand to your chest, kneading softly before you roll your nipple between your fingers.
Chan tsks, shaking his head. “Not like that,” he says, face serious.
You're reminded of a time you were watching him practice with the others, and he stopped everything just to correct one of the boys’ mistake. You're reminded of how they all froze in fear when he said stop, how they all listen to his every word. You're reminded of just how much power Chan has over others, over his members, and over you. You feel electricity run through your body at the thought.
“Then how?” You ask, voice weak as it cracks.
“Take your thumb,” you nod, “and rub it slowly over your nipple. You like that more.”
He wasn’t saying you might like it more; it wasn’t a suggestion. Chan was telling you what you like and how to do it, and your pussy clenched around nothing at his words.
You followed his orders—and obviously he was right, and you let your head fall into the pillows as you breathed out an airy moan.
“That feels good, right?” You nod, halting the movement of your fingers as soon as your reach your clit. You stay there, applying light pressure and biting your lip.
You’ve been with Chan for however long now, and still, you don’t think you’ve ever touched yourself like this in front of him—certainly not under such scrutiny.
The realisation spurred you on, your fingers moving faster and faster against your clit.
“Just like that,” he says softly, voice slightly rough as he leans down to kiss the skin by your knee.
You dip a finger inside yourself, slowly, but Chan lifts up his hand. You freeze.
“Did I tell you to do that?” He asks, eyebrows scrunched together in faux confusion. It looks more like anger, and you feel yourself getting even wetter under his gaze.
“N-no,” you let out in a small voice.
“So?” He prompts.
“Channie, can I fuck myself on my fingers like I usually do when you’re not here?”
He chuckled loudly. “Not so shy anymore, huh?”
You shake your head, blinking up at him.
“Good,” he hums, “but only one finger for now. Okay?”
“Yeah, yes,” you happily nod, before sliding your finger further inside your pussy.
Chan moves around a little, settling himself on his stomach so his face is right in front of your exposed cunt. You’d usually get far too shy about all of this, but the want inside you is too intense to care about any of that. You keep moving your fingers, in and out, a loud wet sound following your movements.
“Sounds so good,” he whispers, reaching out a hand to touch. You want him to, need it so desperately, but his hand never reaches you.
“Channie,” you breath out, “want your fingers instead.”
He shakes his head as he clicks his tongue, “not yet.”
“Please,” you whine, moving your finger faster, “need more.”
“Add another finger,” he orders, and you quickly obey, even though that wasn’t what you asked for.
The stretch feels nice, so nice, you let your eyes flutter shut as you let the feeling take over your body.
“Feels good?” He asks, and kisses your thigh softly. Your whole body sets on fire from his touch, and you open your eyes just to whine loudly at him.
“More, please,” you beg, shamelessly.
“Another finger?” He says it as a question, but you still obey regardless.
With three fingers it’s harder to move your hand quickly, the stretch on the side of too tight, but you try as hard as you can. Because Chan told you to.
“Channie, want you,” you whimper.
“Not yet,” is all he answers.
He tells you to move faster, and so you do, and soon you can feel the telltale sign of an orgasm. It’s so close, even Chan can see it, and when your breath becomes ragged and quick he grabs your wrist again—halting your movements.
“What? What?” You let out, eyes wide and jaw gapped.
“Not yet,” he smiles, and asks you to slowly take your fingers out.
You do, without question or hesitation, and try your best to hide your disappointment. It doesn’t work too well, though.
“My beautiful baby,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “you wanted to cum?”
“Y-yeah, I was so close,” you pout at him.
Chan softly kisses your cheek, once then twice, before nuzzling his face into your neck.
“Can I feel how wet you are?” He asks softly. You nod. “With my cock?”
You moan, grabbing onto Chan’s shoulders as you breath out a string of incoherent pleas. He quickly strips himself—and you want to reach out and touch all over his body, but you stop yourself. Chan said this was about you and you should listen to him.
He grabs himself at the base, already fully hard just from watching you, and nudges the head into your entrance.
Chan raises a small eyebrow in question, and you nod quickly as you beg out a small, “more, want you deep.”
Chan pushes inside just like you’ve asked and before he can even settle and give you time to get used to the deep stretch of his cock you’re already squeezing at his shoulders.
“Channie, please, please move, I need it,” you start mumbling.
Chan kisses your forehead softly, as his warm hand cups your jaw. His fingers rub against your cheek, soft and comforting, before he starts fucking into you—hard and quick.
You aren’t sure what you’re saying, your mouth hanging open and Chan punching noises out of your chest as the pleasure takes over your thighs and your stomach and your cunt. It feels so good and Chan is asking you something but you don’t hear it until the second time he asks.
“Close?”
“Yes, yes, yes, so close I just need—“ you reach your hand towards your clit, but it’s once again trapped in Chan’s hold, and soon he pulls out entirely.
The pleasure leaves your body just as quick as it started, and your walls clench pathetically over the emptiness inside you while your clit throbs. There’s a fog taking over your brain; and with Chan holding you, you let yourself slip deeper into it.
“Why Channie?” you whine, shaking your head from side to side.
Chan kisses your wrist sweetly before letting it go, watching proudly as you pull your fingers away from your body and place them by your side.
“Not yet,” he kisses your lips.
Chan keeps going, again and again and again, pulling out as soon as you start begging to cum—enjoying the way you sob dryly at his treatment.
It’s when your eyes glaze over and your voice turns too soft for Chan to hear that he rubs your stomach softly.
“Six edges is really impressive, pretty,” he kisses your lips, “how are you feeling?”
You hum. “It feels so good.”
Chan smiles, kissing you again when you pucker your lips out silently. “I know.”
“Please don’t say not yet again,” you open your eyes, only now realising they’ve been closed. You aren’t sure for how long, but you blink the darkness away and look up at Chan. “Please let me cum now.”
Chan nods.
“Really? Really?” You grab onto his arms. “Please, please can I? Please?”
“Yes, baby, now you can.”
“Oh my god, oh my god, Channie, please,” you grab at his hips, pulling him closer to you with as much force as you can muster.
He chuckles before sliding all the way back inside you again. He’s edged you on his cock for however long, and so the stretch is nice and familiar by now—your cunt sucking him in desperately.
You clench around him as hard as you can, enjoying the way the fullness feels between your legs and all the way up into your stomach.
Chan holds your hips for leverage as he fucks into you once, twice. thumb rubbing against your hip bone, four, and then—
“Chan, Chan, Chan, I’m gonna, please, I can’t, I’m sooo close,”
“Cum, my pretty, cum on my cock.”
Your whole body shakes with it as your orgasm crashes into you after all the times Chan’s denied you, your toes curling and your stomach clenching and your veins glowing with it. Your vision turns black and your moans get caught in your throat and you feel even your jaw shaking.
It’s a few moments later, as you’re still basking in the afterglow, that Chan kisses your shoulder in a series of slow pecks as he mumbles out praises and, “I got you, baby, did so well. I’m here, I got you.”
Once you blink up at him with a pleased smile on your face, he leans down to kiss your lips. Even if you’re too tired to reciprocate much, you try.
“I’m gonna get something to clean with, alright?”
You nod, but pull Chan in for a slightly sweaty hug.
“You’re gonna need to let go,” he sing songs in your ear.
“Not yet,” you sing song back.
Chan laughs heartily at that, his laugh high pitched and disappearing at the edges—and it’s so contagious.
After the pair of you calm down, Chan eventually leaves to get you a washcloth and some food.
You drink the water he gives you, and eat the fruit, and he helps you clean yourself.
“Do you need anything else?” He asks once he takes away the empty bottle from you, rubbing your arm soothingly.
“My makeup,” you say, although you’re sure your massacre is already smudged on half your face by now and the foundation on your chin has probably disappeared.
Chan retrieves your makeup remover from the bathroom and your night cream, already applying some of the product on a cotton pad.
You reach out for it but Chan is faster, and grabs your chin while he gently removes the makeup. You hum happily, allowing Chan to spoil you.
“I love you, Channie,” you say as he starts applying the moisturiser onto your skin.
You giggle at his slightly surprised expression, before he leans in to kiss you. “I love you, too.”
You fall asleep in each other’s arms, satisfied and happy and safe.
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kingkonoha · 4 months
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I’m goin’ for it Tay, I’m goin’ ALL IN!!! I has… requesto for you 👀👀👀 (of course take your time bby, I’ll wait for as long as needed!! ❤️)
I’m feeling devious, I’m feeling naughty, I’m feeling like a real BRAT TONIGHT! 😈 Could I perhaps order a Gojo oneshot where he has been looking forward to trying a new limited dessert from a favorite café/bakery… and we go ahead without him to get a taste first 🤭 Our fate is in your hands, Tay. How does Gojo react to our terrible betrayal? 👀
(Lemme know if you need anything else for this!)
Lots of lovies!! 😘❤️
- Le Skittle
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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 — SATORU GOJO.
♡ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Gojo didn’t get a chance to taste the dessert, so he decides to taste you instead.
♡ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 18+ ONLY || MDNI — smut, oral (fem! receiving), & fem! reader.
♡ — 𝐰𝐜: 680
♡ — 𝐚/𝐧: thank you for the request! who needs dessert when you have gojo, honestly?
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He saw the empty box and discarded bag in the garbage can.
Satoru Gojo was simply throwing away a napkin when he caught a glimpse of the tiny familiar label peeking out from underneath a white plastic bag, poorly hidden.
He immediately recognized that label. It belonged to his favorite dessert shop. It was a cozy little restaurant about half a mile from your house, and often, you and Satoru would go there together and try a different sweet treat each time.
Lately, he had been going on and on about wanting to try their newest customizable crepes, but due to his time-demanding career, weeks had gone by since the shop launched the French sweet-or-savory cuisine, and it was no longer new.
And, within the next day or two, the limited menu item was set to disappear.
So, you decided to go to the shop on your own and buy a crepe, stuffed with strawberries, Nutella, whipped cream, and topped with powdered sugar.
Satoru stepped into your bedroom, his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe.
“Baby?” He frowned, looking at you as you relaxed on your bed, watching T.V. without a care in the world. “You tried the crepes without me?”
“Yeah,” you paused the binge-worthy Netflix show. “You’re always so busy nowadays, and I wasn’t gonna miss out on it.”
Satoru sat on the edge of your bed, facing you.
“Can’t believe you’d betray me like this,” he said dramatically, but yet, with a small grin. “I’m just gonna have to find something else to eat, then.”
Wrapping his large hand around your ankle, Satoru suddenly pulled you further down the bed.
Then, he reached up and started to pull down your pants.
“I’m sure I taste better than the crepes,” you teased. “I don’t know, though. The crepes were pretty good. They gave me extra toppings as well.”
Glaring at you, Satoru yanked off your underwear, and he spread your legs.
He knew that you missed him whenever he was away, and he couldn’t exactly blame you for going to the dessert shop without him, but he intended to make up for it.
As well as take out his frustration on your pretty pussy, because, either way, he still felt betrayed.
“You’re such a brat, you know that?” Satoru lowered his head in between your thighs, his warm breath patting against your folds.
“No, you’re a-”
Your words were interrupted by a sudden, unexpected moan, which fell from your lips once Satoru suddenly started to eat you out.
He licked your clit as he kept his ocean-blue eyes on you.
“Satoru,” you whined, squirming around as he ate you out like a starving man.
Satoru reached up, grabbing ahold of your hips as he held you still.
“Stop squirming,” he said, pulling away from your clit for just a moment before he dived right back in.
He sucked at your little button once again.
And — god, you were absolutely correct. Your sweet cunt undoubtedly tasted better than everything in that dessert shop.
Satoru couldn’t help but moan as he made out with your clit. Rapidly licking at it with his tongue, before sucking on it once again, he could tell that you were close.
“Cum in my mouth,” he ordered, then continued to lick your clit.
Suddenly, two of his long fingers entered your tight, wet hole, and he curled them as he pumped them in and out of you at a quick pace.
And, with that, you came all over his tongue with a shout of his name.
“Oh my god, Satoru!” Your legs trembled around his head as he licked up your delicious mess.
When Satoru pulled away as you tried to catch your breath, he ran his large hands up and down your soft thighs.
“I bought you a crepe too,” you grinned up at your boyfriend. “It’s sitting on the counter.”
“You’re something else,” Satoru chucked a bit.
The white-haired man then got off of the bed, eagerly making his way back into the kitchen where a white box was waiting for him.
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♡ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!
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moonstruckme · 24 days
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hi lovely!! since requests are now open, i was wondering if you could write me a little something with james..? if this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please do not hesitate to delete this request!! do whatever makes you feel comfortable!!
but can you do something with james where r forgets to eat or just isn’t really hungry for anything..? this happens to me sometimes, and is currently happening lmao, and the only thing that i can really stomach/that sounds good is anything to do with strawberries (consistent favorite is greek yogurt with honey mixed in, peanut butter granola, and sliced strawberries. so delicious i def recommend!!), and oranges!! weird foods i know but.. anyways!! and he sort of like, gets her to eat something..? my boyfriend will literally spoon feed me whatever he’s eating or whatever i could stomach. the whole "open! say ahh!!" and everything until i got full lol
sorry for blabbing!! tysm if you do this request, and no hard feelings if you don’t!!! i have tons of ideas in my noggin so i can send plenty haha
Thanks for the rec babe!
cw: reader has poor appetite, mention of not eating
James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 529 words
You make an awed cooing sound as one blue whale brushes underneath another on your TV screen. 
“I never knew whales were so affectionate,” you murmur, charmed. 
“Me neither,” James says. “Bite?” 
You open your mouth obediently, and he sets his fork on your tongue, letting you suck off the khichdi before taking it back. You hum pensively. 
“It’s good, Jamie.” 
You’re not lying. Like most of James’ cooking, it’s rich and complex, forcing you to take your time to parse out the different flavors. You don’t have the appetite for your own dinner tonight, but you’ll never turn your boyfriend down when he asks you to try something new he’s made.
“Thanks, lovie.” His voice is warm if not surprised, and soon his fork is tapping at your lips again. “Have some more.” 
You peel your eyes from the TV to cut a look his way. James smiles, the picture of angelic innocence, and prods at your lips encouragingly. 
“I told you I’m not hungry,” you remind him. 
“Mhm. Just have a few more bites.” 
“Why?” 
“Because I made it.” His eyes go all melty-soft, and you know he’s about to lay it on thick even before he says, “And I put time into it, and I want to share it with you.” 
You know exactly what he’s doing. It works on you anyways. You sigh out your nose, and James’ grin widens, his fork happily accepting entry when your mouth falls open again. Neither of you comment on it, but he presses a happy kiss to your cheek once you swallow, and you accept the handful of other bites he gives you without fanfare. When his plate is empty, he stands to go wash it off. 
“Did you get enough to eat?” you ask, somewhat guiltily. 
James rolls his eyes lightly. “I got plenty, don’t worry about me, I’m just gonna have some fruit for dessert.” 
You nod, still feeling rather responsible for the fact that he wasn’t entirely satiated by his dinner, but he gives you a fondly chiding look that has you turning back to the TV. When he comes back, it’s with a large bowl of halved strawberries. 
He gets your attention, marking an invisible line down the middle of the bowl with his pointer finger. “That’s your half,” he says, flicking his finger toward the portion closest to you before picking a strawberry up and popping it in his mouth. “You’ve got the whole rest of the film to do it, but just finish them, okay angel?” 
You look down into the bowl, then up at James. You know he’s only chosen strawberries because you prefer them lately, and you hate to let him down, but…”I don’t know if I can,” you tell him honestly. 
He nods like he understands. “Try, please? Do you want me to feed them to you?” 
It’s asked so genuinely you can’t even get mad at him for it. Your face heats, and James looks almost sorry. “That’s okay,” you say quietly. 
“Alright.” He leans in to smush a kiss against your cheek. You can already smell the strawberries on his breath. “Just say the word, yeah?”
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honeyboylovee · 2 months
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endearing
Pairing: Idol!Mingyu x gn!reader
Word count: 1.1k
Genre: fluff, established relationship!AU, implied friends to lovers
Warnings: mentions of overthinking
A/N: Long time no see… I am finally done with my end semester exams and I can now post this one which has been in my drafts for agessss. But here you go besties, a cute and fluffy Mingyu blurb.
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To say that there were a few instances where you were endeared by Mingyu would be an understatement.
Mingyu always had this effect on you. No matter what he’d be doing, you’d always find it cute and oh so lovely!
It started when you were still friends and you were at a party thrown by a mutual friend. Other than them, you only knew Mingyu at the party. And so you stayed next to him…You stayed from when you saw him at the makeshift bar sipping his drink, till the time he walked you to your car. He said it wasn’t safe to enter a parking lot alone, late at night.
That day, you drove home with a lingering feeling of guilt inside yourself. Sure, you liked Mingyu’s company but you didn’t want to hold him back from socialising just ‘cause you weren’t the best at talking to new people.
Months later, you shared this concern of yours to him. His reply was instant and short but it did wonders in calming you down.
‘That’s something I wanted to do for you, lovie. And if I’m doing it for you, it won’t hold me back.’
That’s when you realised that Mingyu always had a way with his words. And the way he would comfort you with just a few sentences was so endearing to you.
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Another instance was on one of your initial dates. He suggested you both visit the street food market in your city.
While you stopped at various stalls to try the delicacies, you couldn’t resist looking at Mingyu’s face. He looked so content with all the dishes you both tried, the ones that you loved, and even the ones that you didn’t like so much.
‘Hmff! I don’t think I can eat anything more.’, he exclaimed as you relaxed on a bench. The cool breeze left behind a soothing effect on your face.
‘Oh…I thought we’d go have some ice cream at your favourite dessert store.’
‘Ofcourse we will.’, he said eagerly.
‘Didn’t you just say you won’t be eating anything else?’
‘Ice cream is always an exception, baby.’, he said immediately, winking at you.
You couldn’t argue with that.
That was when you realised…again. You found Mingyu’s habit of always being so content while eating so endearing. And maybe this is weird. But who are you kidding, you always think that he’s so adorable.
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Your boyfriend had recently been to Italy with his group members. They had been ‘kidnapped’ by the staff of their own company along with Na PD. And while they were in Italy, your schedules didn’t match at all due to the different time zones.
And so you found a different way to stay in contact. Mingyu started sending voice notes summarising the occurrences of his entire day, to you. And while narrating these, he spoke oh so fast… He spoke as if he had a time limit to finish these voice messages. You’d always ask him to speak slowly in order for you to understand them.
And his response was, ‘This is how I always speak, isn’t it?…or maybe I got too excited’, he chucked and continued, ‘I’ll try to speak slowly next time, yeah? Don’t want you to miss on any of the details, lovie.’
So when you get a notification of the next voice message, you rush to listen to it. And you have two reasons to do so. One was obviously because you wanted to know about his day. And the second was to see whether he remembered his promise of speaking slowly.
After listening to the first few seconds, you were assured that he didn’t remember at all. And now you didn’t mind him speaking fast, maybe ‘cause you know that he speaks fast only when he’s very excited.
And you loved that. His habit of speaking fast when he was excited was endearing to you.
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It was Sunday afternoon. You ordered burgers and fried chicken for lunch. The said lunch was done and the plates, washed. So Mingyu and you decided to watch a movie, the one that you had watched several times but never got bored of. It was your favourite ‘cause it had a happy ending(and because the male lead gave off strong Mingyu vibes). But you’d never tell him that.
You were sitting on the couch with your boyfriend’s head on your lap when you noticed that he was falling asleep.
‘Mingyu, you can go take a nap in the bedroom. That’ll be more comfortable, baby.’
‘Hmmm…no, let’s finish this movie.’
‘We know the ending, right. If you’re tired you should sleep for a while.’
‘I’m not tired, lovie. I get sleepy around you ‘cause I’m very comfortable with you.’, he said in a low voice, ‘You know, I read this somewhere that if you always feel sleepy around someone, that’s probably because you feel safe around them. And I realised that I’ve slept several times in your lap and while cuddling with you.’
You were speechless when he said that. Finally after a good minute of taking his words in, you couldn’t help but peck him on the forehead. That kiss was your response to his revelation. He simply took your hand in his and placed it on his cheek while he dozed off again.
His ability to say the most heartwarming things so casually was so endearing to you.
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You were on a trip to the beach with Mingyu. Both of you loved the beach. It was your favourite place to go to even with a slight rise in the temperature. It was almost an hour later of being in the water and swimming when you caught sight of Mingyu standing at a distance where his feet would easily touch the land and he was facing the other side. You swam closer to him to see what he was up to. As you reached behind him, you could hear him chuckling softly. ‘What’re you laughing at?’, you asked him.
‘Oh baby, I’ll show you something, okay? Just do as I say.’
You nodded and looked up at him in anticipation after his instruction.
‘Okay, put your palms under the water and do a ‘thumbs up’ sign but only your thumbs should be seen outside the water.’
‘Umm, I don’t know what it’s gonna do, baby. I don’t get it.’, you said, confused.
‘Just do it for me, lovie.’
You did as he said, only keeping your thumbs out of the water. Looking at your thumbs that were now wrinkly from being in the water for too long, Mingyu burst into giggles. You watched him as he let out his cute, high-pitched giggles but you were still so confused. How was this funny to him?
Clearly he read the confused look on your face and spoke up, ‘I find silly things like this funny.’, as he continued to giggle while looking at your thumbs.
Maybe you’ll never understand the fun part in your wrinkly thumbs. And you don’t want to, as long as you can make Mingyu giggle. Even if it means doing several such silly tricks. Because Mingyu’s laughter was always so endearing.
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lily-lovelyy · 7 months
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"Spoiled Girl"
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warnings ; slightly nsfw? (Talk of a blowjob), fem!reader, AFAB reader, dominant!Simon, Sugar Daddy!Simon
Simon never had a problem with spending money though, especially on you. In fact, he have you his credit card every time you asked for something, if you needed your nails done, if you needed you hair done, or even if you simply wanted to buy something spontaneously.
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Simon always knew you were spoiled, since the first date, ordering a lobster, the most expensive wine and an even more expensive dessert, did he even need to mention the dress, jewelery and heels you wore to your first date?
Now you had him wrapped around your finger, the finger with obviously a very expensive ring, and a very expensive manicured nail on it. He let you drag him around the mall, you two were currently in Victoria's secret, and your bag — the one Simon was holding — was clutched in his veined fist.
He was only slightly irritated, you'd spent more than $300 dollars altogether previously that day, you'd got at least 13 or 14 new outfits, some new toys, and candles.
He stood with his arms crossed, sighing and you brought up a new set of lingerie up to your body, showing him and giving him those puppy eyes full of plea. "Can I have this, Si?" You asked sweetly, his eyes drank you in.
"Now...lovie..." He sighed, he almost never told you no, so this was a slight shock to you. "Pleaseee! I'll give you a little something special later?" You smiled, already securing your victory. Simon's cock almost twitched in his pants "My choice?" He asked, to which you nodded. He stuffed the lingerie into your shopping bag, with the thought of the blowjob already in his head, he'd have to get you to put the set on whenever you got home.
"C'mon you spoiled girl. Enough shopping for one day." He said, putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you to the checkout. You pouted, but soon we're uplifted with the promise of food and sneaking a few perfumes and lotions into the shopping bag.
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totalswag · 6 days
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Can you write a headcanons that Drew meets actress!reader for the first time and that they end up dating. (she's not in the cast of obx)
Like reader doesn't know who Drew is at all but Drew knows her from some movies or series, they meet at a party of their mutual friend and their relationship are friends to lovers.
I'd like to know who makes the first move between Drew and Reader
love at first sight — DREW STARKEY
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authors note i’ve never done headcanons before and always wanted to do one but didn’t know what topic to do so THANK YOU for the request lovie. please let me know if this is what you were looking for. it's my first time making one of these.
paring drew x actress!reader
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➪ You two happened to be at the same party at one of your good mutual friends parties one night in LA.
➪ You were a well known actress from your popular tv series that's been going on for two years now and two movies you were in as well.
➪ Drew noticed you standing with a few of your friends, talking and laughing, from across the room and couldn't keep his gaze away from you the entire time.
➪ At the time, Drew was contemplating whether or not to approach you and introduce himself, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself.
➪ Instead of going up to you, he continued to stay with his friends and occasionally look in your direction. You felt eyes on you during that time but didn't know who.
➪ You noticed Drew and his friends as you walked back from the bathroom with a few of your girlfriends. You didn’t know who he was either.
➪ There was something in you urging you to turn around and start conversation with this mystery guy. A good feeling. Also couldn't get over the fact how good looking he is too.
➪ Your girlfriend whispered in your ear, "That's Drew Starkey, who plays Rafe Cameron in Outer Banks," she says.
➪ You remember glancing at her with a puzzled expression before inquiring who he was. She stared at you like you were living under a rock.
➪ You were amazed by his acting when she showed you a scene from the latest seasons of Outer Banks.
➪ "I'ma go talk to him!" You told your girlfriends right before you walked over to the handsome tall 6'3 foot man.
➪ Let's say you definitely caught him off guard when you approached him with a toothy smile, introducing yourself to him and cast mates from his tv show. He couldn't believe you were standing in front of him looking all beautiful.
➪ You making the first move is bold and it's very unlike you. Especially when you find someone cute.
➪ "I think you're really handsome, Drew," Gazing at the man in front of you.
➪ You two didn't stop talking once you started. The rest of the night was spent hip to hip. By the end of the night, you had discovered a lot about each other. He couldn't believe you'd never heard of him before, despite the fact that he knew about you.
➪ "We should go out sometime together, are you available next Friday for lunch?" Drew asked as people began to leave the party. Of course, you gave him your number and went to lunch.
➪ The more hung out, the more feelings began to grow for one another in ways you never expected. Never felt so comfortable with someone before until you met each other.
➪ Three months later, Drew asked you to be his girlfriend by taking you to a private beach with all of your favorite snacks and drinks laid out on a blanket and lights that said "Be My Girlfriend?" It was the most beautiful scene ever.
➪ Being together was meant to be. Supportive of each-other in your careers. Always baking your favorite desserts together with oldies in the background. Couldn’t be more happier.
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ceilidho · 8 months
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Now I cant stop thinking about when Ghost eventually brings Soap over for dinner:
Gf all dolled up, looking at him all pretty, greeting him with the sweetest smile and he can’t stop his mind from wandering to the filthy pictures he has seen of you.
She cooked up something really good (babbling something about keeping her boys strong and healthy, she likes them well fed), it's A5 Wagyu steak (the best cut the butcher had to offer) obviously payed with Ghost's money. He rarely splurges on himself but when it comes to his gf and Soap he doesn’t hold back.
The dinner can go two ways:
1.Lovie seated next to Soap, across from him Ghost. Halfway through his steak he notices a slight touch to his knee, but he brushes it off not acknowledging it further. When that touch gets firmer and starts to wander up his thigh he definitely notices. His body shudders and he almost chokes on the food in his mouth (much to Ghost's enjoyment), his eyes fall on you shooting him a lazy smile and oh my god are your eyes seductive like in the pics.
2.You sitting next to Ghost with Soap across from him. Both men engaged in a conversation about their last Op. When you play the oldest trick written in the books: oops I dropped my fork let me get it from under the table. It helps that Soap is still not fully used to Ghost's unmasked face, so he doesn’t notice you diving under the table. What he does notice is something heavy on his thigh and two hands ghosting over his belt buckle. He visibly jumps a little, his gaze falling into his lap, where you look up at him all doe-eyed, head resting on his right leg, waiting for permission.
In either scenario, a gruff voice brings Soap to snap his eyes back up holding eye-contact with his Lieutenant(who’s completely ignoring your antics):
"Enjoying yourself, Sergeant?"
Anyway it ends with cream pie for dessert <3
(Please tell me off, if i ever cross your boundaries or make you feel uncomfortable it’s the last thing i want to do when sending in nasty thoughts)
you're very sweet to check in about my boundaries!!! don't worry though - as long as the comments aren't aimed towards me (which maybe would be a bit off putting) and they're just related to stuff I'm writing ahah, I don't really care. I probably should think about and then clarify if I have any boundaries on my pinned post, but rn you're totally good!
(nsfw below)
Oh my god that last option has my brain melting out of my ears. Especially if Soap's still half-unsure if they're fucking with him or not, or if this is a one time thing that they're including him on. He obviously doesn't want to blow his only shot if this is the only time he'll ever get to fuck you.
Also there's something so surreal to him about you being on your knees in front of him after he's been literally jerked off in the middle of the desert by the man sitting across the table from him. To photos of you. In any other circumstance, if Soap had met you first and this was just a dinner between the two of you, he wouldn't be half as nervous; he'd be so comfortable and needy while you fit his length down your throat, palming the back of your head and maybe trying to fit more than you can manage before backing off and apologizing 😔
With Ghost sitting there though, just staring at him (and Soap has a fairly good understanding of Ghost as a person, but even he has trouble really getting a read on the guy), he's not sure if he should just sit there motionlessly as you undo his jeans and pull his dick out or if he should touch you. He can't stop looking from your face pressed up against the bulge in his briefs back to Ghost's (no mask now that they're at home away from everyone, but his real face is so much more intimidating somehow in this context).
Ghost at one point going, "Not gonna thank her for all her hard work?" and Soap can only whine and pat the back of your head shakily after coming down your throat, your lips still a bit wet with him when you pull away.
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littlelioncub43 · 10 months
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imagine going out for date night with tom grant… but he cant wait until he gets you home, so he pulls the car over to fill you up. better sit still on the way back so you don't spill any of his dessert.
Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnng 😩
He a horny little slut.
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"C'mere, love," Tom whispers hotly against your kiss-swollen lips, his hands already tugging you across the center console and into his lap.
"What're you up to, Tommy?" You chuckle and crawl over the console. The small car was awkward and cramped, making you both snort in a fit of lustful giggles as you fought with the strap of Tom's seatbelt.
"Just want my girl, that a crime?" He mumbles as you finally settle into place, his lips attacking yours once more before you can tell him that public indecency was, in fact, a crime. The thought quickly leaves you when you feel his hands massage the flesh of your thighs under your dress, but he's pulling back just as fast as he was on you. "Wait, hang on..."
"Oop!" You exclaim in surprise when he, with some struggle, fully reclines the driver's seat with a triumphant grin, the moonlight from the sky dimly illuminating his (quite unfairly) gorgeous face. You giggle at him, loving the way amusement and love seem to pour out of his big brown eyes.
"There, we go, much better," he groans as he lays nearly horizontal, his hands pulling you down to him, "now, c'mere."
The kiss is a mix of tongue and teeth, smiles and moans, a desperate bid to completely devour each other as gently as humanly possible. The throbbing between your legs grows nearly unbearable each time Tom groans, the deep, throaty sounds that vibrate against your ribcage sends shivers up your spine.
Rolling your hips was second nature, the hardness at the front of Tom's "date night jeans" was too enticing to ignore for too long. The relief you feel from the seam of his trousers pulls a thin moan from you, the sound immediately swallowed by Tom.
"Fuck, don't you sound pretty," he mutters through heaving breaths, lifting his hips to match your pace, his mouth now leaving a trail of sloppy kisses and lovebites along the slope of your neckwhile his hands grope your flesh greedily.
"Tommy," you moan into the dark car and grind into him harder, your hands threading through his hair to massage his scalp the way he likes, the way that makes him needy.
"F-Fuck me, darling, h-haa," he moans when your fingers grip his hair at the nape of his neck in a firm hold. "Need you," he whispers into the skin of your neck, "gonna let me have you, darling? Hm? Please?"
The gentle begging really does it for you, Tom knows it. He loves the way you squirm when he asks for your permission to fuck you, the way your thighs tighten around his waist to try relieve the pressure between them; plus he just loves asking. Consent is sexy.
"Yeah, Tommy, you can have me," you agree almost instantly. Tom groans happily and gives your lips a loving kiss. Absolutely filthy, but still loving.
"Thank you, lovie, thank you," he pants as he works on unbuckling his trousers, his hands undoing the buttons of his jeans as fast as he can. A pleased sigh floats from his lips when his cock is released from the confines of his boxers. You barely get a glimpse of it before he's pulling you closer and draping the fabric of your dress out of his way.
"O-Oh, fuck," you moan when his fingers slide the gusset of your soaked panties to the side, the rough pads of his index and middle finger glide through the wetness that pours from your cunt. The pleasure builds steadily as he caresses you, eyes sliding shut, overcome by the steady waves of euphoria that roll upon you.
"God, you're so wet," Tom muses to himself, his fingers petting the soft, wet petals of your pussy until he dips them into you. His eyes stay fixed on your face, watching in rapture as you bask in the pleasure he gives you. The stretch of his fingers sends your hips into motion, each pump of his thick fingers has you grinding into them. You can hear the moans and praises Tom grunts as you ride his fingers.
"T-Tommy," you whine when his fingers aren't enough, "need more, baby, please."
That's enough for him.
He withdraws his fingers and wastes no time lining himself up with your throbbing entrance. With a harsh grip on your hips, Tom carefully guides you on to him. You listen through the pounding of your heart to the breathy gasps and moans that Tom releases. You both share a satisfied moan when you rest flush on top of him.
"Holy fuck!" Tom cries through gritted teeth as your grip on his hair tightens, the sting at his scalp adding to his pleasure. The soft, tight, heat of you was burning him alive, he was already throbbing uncontrollably inside you. You weren't faring any better than Tom was, the stretch of him was always delicious, leavjng you clawing the muscular shoulder beneath your free hand, the fullness of his length seated completely inside you made you light in the head.
The windows of the car have sufficiently fogged up, the darkness of the secluded street now clouded over from the heat of your bodies. Heavy breaths and fluttering whines fill the small space, Tom waiting patiently until you give him the go-ahead. The gentle rocking of your hips is all the confirmation he needs.
"N-No, no, don't," he says and grips your thighs to keep you from moving. Instead he spreads his legs as much as he can in the small car, finding his footing to drive up into you. His pace is slow, letting you get accustomed to him as best he can before his resolve completely breaks. He only lasts a few more thrusts before he's whimpering with you.
"Tommy! Fuck, feels good," you babble as you kiss the sweaty skin of his jaw. The moment you sink your teeth into the sweet spot below his neck, he was a goner.
"A-Ah, fuck!" He whimpers as his hips falter before speeding up, the car rocking with his now heavy thrusts. Those sturdy arms you love wind around your waist to hold you down, giving him better leverage to fuck you.
"Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Tom!" You cry out as he pounds into you, filthy sclickschlickschlick sounds harmonize your cries.
"M'close, lovie," Tom warns in a strained voice, his face flushed red from exertion. "Rub your clit, baby, rub your clit for me!"
He was desperate, you can tell by the sound of his voice alone, but the throbbing of his dick and the faltering of his rhythm were clear indicators of his rapidly approaching end. Your fingers felt nowhere near as good as his does, but they get the trick done. The added pleasure of your fingers playing with your clit has you fluttering around him, each spasm drawing a whimper from your boyfriend. The pleasure mounting in your core was building more and more, until you couldn't take it anymore.
"F-Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" You exclaim when your high finally broke over you, your legs trembling around Tom's lap. The arch in your back grows, giving Tom the perfect view of your sweaty and gorgeous face, the furrow in your brows, the dazed look in your eyes, the way your mouth hung open wide to let out the most pornographic moan— that was his undoing.
"Jesus f-fucking— fffUUUUCK!" He groans loudly and throws his head back, his eyes rolling back as he finishes inside you. You moan at the hot feeling of his cum filling you, instinctively grinding down into him to help milk him dry. Fluttering whines leave your lover as he basks in the sensitivity, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of your ass.
"Ooooooh fuck," he sighs as you relax into him completely, the car now quiet save your heavy breathing. Lazy hands move across your body, tenderly soothing any aches from his frenzied grip. Loving kisses rain down on your head and shoulder, any place he can reach is given a delicate kiss. You can't help but giggle, he makes you too happy.
"You, ok, pretty girl?" He asks with a blissed out smile, mirroring your own.
"Never been better, Tommy."
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Petty: Vacation Edition
Anon Request.
Yes, please. The reader teasing Timmy is hot. And they're both very funny.
Some ideas: they can go on vacation o go to a family reunion for the weekend.
Whatever you like or feel inspired to write, it's fine with me. Love how creative you are.
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How about Petty with roles reversed? ❤️
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Even funnier: Timmy trying to be petty and dominant but failing.
Wordcount: 2.7K+
Description: You were petty one in your relationship so on vacation when your boyfriend trying to get payback on your pettiness you have to show him that you are the only one that teases in this relationship. Featuring couple vacation with Z and Tom.
A/N: So I started this a few days ago, maybe a different Moodboard and then this happen, so this will be a part one of a two part Vacation pettiness. Thank you to everyone that read the first Petty and sent in anon request and ideas. things like that make me excited to write and post. I hope that photo does not get flagged.
Part two of Petty
Warning: SMUT, WhinyTimmy, DacryphiliaReader, Thighfucking, cumming in public, cute banter, biting
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“Just give me about an hour or maybe more and then I’ll meet you,” you shouted as you made your way back to the Italian villa you and Timmy were renting while on vacation. It wasn’t often that you both had off time at the same time and decided to take advantage of it and got on the first plane to Italy with your closest friends.
“Okay and wake up Timmy or we will leave him again,” Zendaya laughed, tugging on Tom’s hand and walking back to their own place.
“Oh, I will make sure to drag him out of the house. It’s a couple vacation and I don’t think you and Tom are looking for a third,” you teased, turning to walk inside the house. 
The living room was silent and empty when you returned and you quickly jogged towards the bedroom. You spent most of the morning shopping around with Tom and Zendaya and as much as you loved hanging out with them, you missed your baby boy.
“Baby? Are you still sleeping?” You laughed when you opened the bedroom door and seeing him still under the covers. You jumped on his back, straddling him. “Baby,” you sang, kissing his cheek.
“I’m upset with you,” he mumbled into the pillow.
You laughed, tugging on his curls, pulling his head back so you could see his face. “Upset with me, why? What did I do?” you said, pressing little kisses along the side of his face.
He tried to fight back his smile. Timmy pushed your hands away and buried his face into the pillow, mumbling something.
Sighing, you flopped on the bed next to him, lying on your side. “Timmy, I can’t understand when you are mumbling into a pillow.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “Baby speak to me.”
Timmy huffed turning to face you a pout covering his face. “You left me… all alone all day.”
You snorted. “First you are being incredibly dramatic. I’ve been gone for 3 hours tops. Second, I tried to wake you up and you whined and said you were tired and wanted to stay in. Third, I talked to you like 2 hours ago and you were fine.”
“I said I was tired and wanted to stay in, I meant with you. Wanted to cuddle and having lazy morning sex and breakfast in bed. I was upset earlier and you didn’t pick up on it.”
All joking left your body as you moved under the covers pressing yourself against him. “Hey, baby. I’m sorry, I just thought you were still tired when I called. You didn’t sleep on the plane, I assumed it was jetlag.”
“Yeah the jetlag was bad, but I wanted to also be wrapped around you. Spent time with my lovie.” His arms snaked around your waist, putting one of your legs over his hip. “Just wanted to be touching you and holding you.”
Grabbing his chin you kissed him long and sweetly. “I’m sorry, Timmy. I should have offered to stay with you. I missed you this morning too. Don’t be upset with me, baby. I’ll make it up to you. We can stay in the rest of the day, the two of us. Have lunch and dinner in bed. Have each other for dessert?” You suggested pressing kisses to his chin.
“Ply me with sex to make me forgive you? Very devious, lovie,” he said, leaning down and kissing you softly. The kiss quickly turned hungry when you bite his lips and forced your tongue in his mouth.
Timmy moaned before pulling away from your lips. “But I think sex is more of a reward for you than an apology to me,” he said.
You blinked at him a few times before sitting up. “What?”
“I said, I’m not in the mood to sleep with you. I guess you could say-”he paused, smirking at you “I’m feeling petty.”
You groaned, cursing yourself as you banged your head against the pillow a few times. “Timmy we are on vacation, don’t be like this,”
“Funny, I felt like I said something similar once.”
“Baby.”
“Don’t baby me, lovie, it’s payback time,” he said, quickly kissing your pout before getting off the bed.
You sat up to glare at him. “We both know you are the weak one out of us.”
“Not this time lovie,” he laughed going into the bathroom, turning on the shower. 
You narrowed your eyes getting up from the bed and trying to join him, but of course, he locked the door. “Timmy,” you shouted, knocking on the door.
“Sorry not sorry,” he shouted back laughing.
“Okay, Timmy if you want to play this game, I will play,” you said stumping away.
You pouted and mumbled your annoyance about your boyfriend to yourself as you got dress to go out. You can’t believe he is trying to be petty. You were the petty one in this relationship and you would prove it him.
You decided to ignore him the. If he wanted to play games, you could play as well. When you went out with Tom and Z you barely spared him a glance. When he came out of the bathroom you just grabbed your purse and left to meet up with the couple. All throughout lunch you spoke to Z as if he wasn’t there. 
It was obvious it was bothering him, but he was doing a good job pretending it wasn’t. His hand was next to your thigh and every so often you would feel his fingers ghost over them, but you still didn’t look at him.
After lunch you all went to shop some more and Zendaya quickly pulled you into a shop when the boys weren’t looking. “Okay what the hell is going on with you two?” She laughed.
“I have no idea what you are talking about?” You said, pretending to be invested in the clothes rack in front of you.
“Okay, sure. He looked like a kicked puppy all through lunch and you had the smirk on your face that says you are up to no good. We’ve known each other for too long for me not to know that face.”
“I am not doing anything. He is the one that wants to be petty. And you know me, play stupid games win stupid prizes,” you shrugged.
“God that poor man has no idea he is up against the pettiest person. And I mean that with love and pride,” She laughs.
“Thank you. I just want to see how long he will last until he is begging for me.”
She glanced over your shoulder. “Probably soon, look at him.”
You turned to see Tom and Timmy in a store across from yours. Tom was looking at different hats, talking lively to your boyfriend but Timmy’s eyes were glued to you. You smile widely waving teasingly at him.
Timmy narrowed his eyes playful, but you just blew him a kiss and turned back  to Zendaya. “Yeah he is definitely going to give in first.”
“You two are the oddest couple and I love it,” she laughed, “But I bet he doesn’t make it through dinner.”
“Oh, I fucking agree.”
Timmy hand was tightly grasping yours during dinner. You’ve changed to a tiny red dress that showed the perfect amount of side boob and a slit so high that you had to forgo underwear.  Timmy was sweating, he could barely focus on the table conversation or his food.
His eyes never left the side of your face. You weren’t giving him any attention and he hated it. You were laughing and talking with your friends and he was jealous. He wanted you to be laughing with him, talking with him. He had no idea how you could do this when he was ready to give in the moment he suggested it.
“Should we order dessert? I heard the dessert here is one of the best in the whole country?” Tom suggested.
“I heard the same thing. As much as I loved the food,  I came for dessert,” you laughed, turning to Timmy. His eyes widened and lit up with having your attention finally. You had to hold in a laugh at his face. “Do you want dessert, Timothee,” you asked, biting your lip.
He stared at your lips as if in a trance. He wasn’t sure if he was jealous of your teeth or your lips right now. All he knew was he was going to cum very soon if you kept doing that. 
Knowing where his thoughts were heading, you stopped biting your lip. “Timothee?” You questioned in amusement. His eyes moved from your lips to your eyes before looking around the table realizing everyone was staring at him.
He flushed, looking down at his plate. “Yeah. Yeah. Dessert sounds good. Yeah we should get some,” he said awkwardly.
You and Zendaya shared a look before calling the waiter over and ordering dessert. Timmy’s eyes bounced from his dessert to you eating yours the whole time. His ice cream was melting but he couldn’t care less as he watched you moan at the taste of yours. As your tongue licked the spoon making sure you got it all. You were teasing him and he was making a mess of his pants.
“Baby, you want to try some of mine?” you asked. Timmy thinks he preferred it when you were ignoring him over you giving him attention. Your eyes were sinful and a smirk was engraved on your face.
“S-sure,” he managed to get out.
Nodding, you held your spoon to his mouth and he quickly ate not tasting anything. Your eyes danced with mischief and lust. Timmy was sure he was going to have a heart attack soon.
“Now me. Let me have some of yours, baby,” you said, sweetly.
On autopilot, he held his spoon out for you to taste. You leaned closer than you needed to and wrapped your lips around the spoon and moaning lowly. You held his gaze the whole time, slowly slipping the spoon from your mouth. “It’s delicious.”
Timmy stood up quickly, dropping the spoon on his plate. A few heads turn his way and he blushed more. “Sorry, I need to use the restroom,” he mumbled and quickly turned to leave. He bumped into two tables and a wall before getting to the bathroom and you laughed turning back to your dessert.
“You are cruel,” Z teased.
“I know, but his dessert was delicious.” You shrugged.
By the time Timmy returned to the table, everyone was ready to go. You wrapped your arm around his waist, pressing your face into his arm, grinning up at him. “Alright, baby?”
“Don’t pretend you haven’t been torturing me all day,” he pouted, whispering.
“What? Me? It’s you that’s being petty. Remember its your payback.”
“Which you hijacked.”
“Not my fault I do the whole petty thing better.”
“I’m done being petty, let’s go back to the house,” he begged.
“Okay, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his lip, telling everyone you got hit with a wave of jetlag and would be heading back. 
Timmy practically sprinted back to the villa. You laughed following after him, your hands tightly clasped together. The moment you were in the bedroom, Timmy was pressing you against the wall, grinding against you. “Fuck, I came in the bathroom and I’m already fucking close again.”
“I haven’t even done anything,” you chuckled, pulling his shoulder over his head and moving to undoing his pants.
“You don’t need to you. This dress was made to ruin my day. Or at least brought for that reason. You know how much I love your breast and fuck, I know you aren’t wearing anything underneath.” His hand slip up your thighs, groaning when he grabbed your bare waist. “Fucking unfair, you couldn’t let me have my pettiness.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. I didn’t do anything. You can be petty. Here, I’ll help,” You said before pulling him away and walking towards the bathroom. “I’ll go shower so you are temped,” you said, unzipping your dress and dropping it to the floor.
“Lovie,” he whimpered.
“Baby.” You mocked his whimper.
“I’m hard.”
“I can see that.”
“Do anything about it,”
“I need to shower, maybe later,” you said going into the bathroom, locking the door.
Timmy knocked on the door. “Lovie, I said I was done being petty. I failed, I’m sorry, now let me in. I need you.”
“You took care of yourself at the restaurant, you can do it while I shower.”
“Let me shower with you.”
“I want to shower alone.”
“Don’t be unfair. I’ll cry.”
“Oh please do.”
He groaned going to toss himself on the bed. “Can’t believe you are doing this to me.”
“I better you are harder because I am,” you said.
“Still.”
You just chuckled making sure to take a long time in shower. By the time you walked out of the shower with a towel around your waist, Timmy was aggressively stroking his cock. His whole body covered in a thin layer of sweat and his face covered in tears.
“Oh, baby. Look at you,” you cooed, still walking past him to grabbed one of his shirts to put on for bed.”
“B-baby,” he whined.
“Hmm,”
“N-need you. Need to touch you, please.”
You ignored him sitting on the other side of the bed and started lotion your body. Moaning softly when you rubbed your thighs. “Wish these has some bruises,” you mumbled with a fake pout.
“Then let me bruise them. Have fingers prints all over them, want me to spank them,” he said, now behind you, kissing your shoulder. 
You looked at him over your shoulder. “Okay.”
“O-okay?” 
“Yeah. You need to get off and I want bruises, so why not,”
“Thank fuck,” he groaned out.
You laughed as he pulled you down on the bed, laying you on your side, pressing your back against his chest. Timmy slapped your thighs, moaning as the started to turn red. “Fuck I love doing that.”
You moaned laying your head on his shoulder. “More, please.”
“Oh she begs?” He teased, biting your jaw. 
“Baby want you to fuck me thighs, can you do that?”
“Yeah baby. Whatever you want,” he said, slapping your thighs a few more times before grabbing your legs and holding them close. “Gonna keep this nice and tight so I can fuck your pretty thighs until they burn?”
“Yes, no more teasing just want you.”
“I should leave you like this. Get you back for being so mean, but fuck,I  just want to paint your pretty thighs with me cum.”
You hands grab his wrist as his nail dig into your thighs and plunge his cock between your thighs. “Fuck your thighs are the softest things in the world.” He moaned.You were so wet your thighs were soak around and his precome just made them slicker and easier for him to fuck between. 
 “So fucking wet, like I’m fucking your fucking pussy.” He moaned in your ear before roughly biting right behind your ear. “Fuck fuck.” He pounded harder, forcing your hips back on his cock. Each drag of his hips the tip of his cock roughly hitting your clit causing you to moan. Timmy cupped your breast, squeezing roughly and flickering your nipple.
His balls slapped noisily against the back of your thighs and you knew you would have bruises in the shape of them tomorrow. The thought turned you on more and you shouted his name as you came, your thighs squeezing together harder.
“Shit shit shit shit, fuck fuck, lovie,” he whined before him as he came, covering your things and pussy in his cum. You moaned, running your hands in his cum, rubbing it in your thighs.
“That’s right, use my cum to sooth your burning and bruised thighs. Fuck.” Timmy pulled his cock from between your thighs, rubbing his head on the back of your thighs. 
“Baby, hurt so good,”
“Hmm, yeah, like all your teasing?”  He said.
“Yeah, fuck. Love when you make it hurt. When you cry for me and then use me. I love you Timmy.”
Taking your chin between his fingers, he pull your head back to connect your lips. “Love you too,” he mumbled, biting your lower lip.
“Now you know that I’m the only petty one.”
“We will see.”
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danielle-dna · 8 months
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Burgers and Bras - 13
Having someone over is a big deal. Especially if they are seeing your flat for the first time. It's like a magazine cover or a really good pair of shoes. Tells you all you need to know about a person.
That is precisely why I was speed cleaning the flat for the last eight minutes. I felt like I needed to make a good first impression. The flat I rented with my mom was about as old as Churchill. The hallway always smelled, the paint was cracked and for some reason no matter how much we cleaned and ventilated, mold was appearing in alll kinds of places.
After I was semi-satisfied with the clean, I needed to clean myself. I was about halfway done when I heard buzzing. Wearing nothing but a pink bra and black underwear I ran to the intercom.
"Yes?" please let it be him. "It's me, lovie."
I let him in and patiently waited at the door. When he finally reached my flat, I let him in. "Nice. You serving me dessert already?"
My cheeks flushed and I quickly tried to cover myself up with something, before Simon grabbed my shoulders.
"Don't you dare." he kissed me with so much passion and desire I was afraid I will get pregnant before he actually unzips his pants.
And in that moment, it happened. My stomach made the most ungodly noise I have ever heard. A more beautiful noise followed suit. A deep, joyful laugh, coming from an SAS lieutenant that was holding my waist. It was the first time I heard him laugh and it was one of the most beautiful melodies my ears have heard.
"Alright, when was the last time you ate?" gently, he kissed my cheek and I led him to my room. "Well...at your place?" Despite the mask, the look on his face was more than obvious. "That was...six hours ago! You can't treat yourself like this."
Not like I had much of a choice. "I don't know, Simon, maybe I like having you around, so you can be my knight in shining armour. Well...tactical gear." That remark earned me a smack on the ass.
We sat down on my bed and he handed me the McDonalds' bag. It made me so happy that he took my diet choices in consideration and got me plant based food only. I have never been happier to bite in a burger. Especially since Simon was very keen on licking off the sauce that dripped on my boobs.
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gucciwins · 1 year
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How did bel and Harry celebrate Christmas? What did they get each other
thanks for asking lovie 🥺 they had the sweetest day 🤍 (enjoy this 1.4k blurb)
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Spending Christmas with Harry and his family for the second year has made her feel lucky. Sarai and Naomi were spending it with Sarai’s extended family in Mexico. Naomi’s parents would spend it with their sons and respective partners this year. It was the first year since Y/N was a teen that she would not be spending the day with Naomi. 
Harry’s and Bel’s traditions were different. 
Bel loved to dress up on noche buena, better known as Christmas Eve. She would have music playing, and the kitchen would be filled with food from tamales Sarai helped Bel make to flan a sweet caramelized dessert. They would all stay up into the early hours of the morning, opening gifts and enjoying time together. 
While Harry’s family celebrations began on the 25th with a breakfast, Harry made with his sister, never letting their mother lift a finger. Opening presents around the tree leads to watching Christmas movies and playing games. Then by the end of the night, it’s a special dinner. 
These celebrations are special to them, and Bel, over time, has kept some alive but also changed how she celebrated. Harry also wanted to help intertwine the holiday, and they’ve settled on eating tamales Harry helps her make. She laughs as he struggles to fold each banana leaf tamales. His family stays up until midnight, sharing a present before heading to bed. Then in the morning, Anne and Bel are treated to a cooked breakfast (Bel is a guest and not allowed to do more than decorate cookies). Bel felt a little homesick; not being with Naomi and Sarai but being with Harry’s family has been the perfect cure. She was welcomed with open arms. It was her favorite time because she saw Harry relaxed and happy at home. 
Bel even shed a few tears when she saw her own stocking hanging next to Harry’s. It allowed her to feel right at home, knowing Anne saw her as part of the family. 
Presents are something Bel is always nervous about giving. She loves wrapping presents and giving them to people she loves, but she’s always a bit anxious waiting to see their reactions, hoping they’d like it, knowing she bought it with them in mind. 
Bel got Anne “Love on Tour” cookie cutters from the famous bunny to one shaped of Harry. Anne thought they were absolutely perfect and promised to make a batch with them before they left for New Year’s. Bel got Gemma a vintage coat that Gem mentioned earlier in the year she had wanted but didn’t want to splurge on something. Bel talked with Harry, and he thought it was the perfect gift. 
In return, Anne knitted Bel a blanket. It was made of her favorite colors, and she promised to take good care of it. Bel knew it would be the blanket she used to travel everywhere with her. Gemma got Bel a tote with her initials embroidered and lyrics from her favorite song. It’s safe to say they nailed it with the gifts. 
Harry wanted to do presents in private, only sharing a small gift. Bel gifted Harry an ornament shaped as “pão de queijo,” and he got a big laugh out of it. He was quick to share it with the band’s group chat. He gave Bel socks with Naomi and Sarai’s faces on them. It was safe to say she was shocked, but she quickly put them on. 
As they cleaned up around the living room, opening up the gifts Harry got his family Bel got a call and excused herself. 
“You didn’t!” Naomi accuses over facetime. Bel can see them squished together to fit in the frame. 
“What are you talking about?”
“You did not buy us an all-exclusive trip to Greece.” 
“But I did,” she winces at the shriek Naomi lets out. 
“Thank you, Bel. It means the world to us,” Sarai thanked her. 
“It’s my pleasure.” 
Sarai and Naomi have both talked to Bel about a proposal in 2023, and what better place than to do it at their dream destination. 
“Your gift is being shipped to you,” Sarai promises. 
Bel shakes her head, “don’t even worry about it.” 
They remind her they love her and hang up, leaving her overwhelmed with the feeling of the love she has for them and excited for what the future has in store for her best friends. 
“Cariño, ready for presents?” Harry knocks on the door coming in with a box in his hand. 
“Ready, amor.” 
Harry gives you a few kisses before even thinking about unwrapping his presents.
“You’ll always be the best gift, Bel,” Harry promises her. 
Bel feels her face flush. “Harry,” she laughs. “I love you.” 
“I love you, baby.” 
Harry urges her to open her gifts first. Bel laughs at the wrapping paper scattered with rainbows and mermaids. She likes the paper so much she’s afraid to tear through it, but Harry’s excitement urges her to keep going.
She opens the box and finds two boxes inside. Bel opens the smallest first and finds an anklet with the letter H and his birthstone, amethyst, on it. She remembers the conversation they had months ago, well more like the conversation Harry had with Sarai about how birthstones are important and a common gift given to loved ones when they want to keep someone close to them. 
“It’s gorgeous, H. Taking a piece of you wherever I go.” 
“Course, lovie.” 
Bel can’t help herself and leans in to give him a kiss in thanks, then continues with her final present. It’s a heavier box, and she wonders what it could be. She’s careful to open it and finds a painted photo of Bel and Harry sitting on stage, wrapped up in each other, staring at each other with so much love. It’s her favorite photo.
“This is–wow,” she doesn’t even have the words to describe it. 
“Think it’ll look perfect in your house, maybe in your office,” he offers.
She shakes her head, “no, this would be perfect in the living room for everyone to see.” Bel reaches towards him, gently cups his cheek, and gives him a kiss expressing her gratitude. “Te amo, muchas gracias por todo.” 
“I love you, Bel. So much.” 
Bel knows she could stare at the painting all day but is excited for Harry to see his gift. 
“Your turn, amor.” 
Harry happily takes his box covered in snowflakes. He tears into it. There are two gifts inside waiting for him. The first gift is a pastel yellow robe with mi amor stitched on the left side, right over his heart. 
“I know you were upset about your purple robe having a tear.”
Harry clutches it close to his chest in appreciation, feeling the softness. “It’s wonderful. Thank you.” He reaches for the final item and shakes it. He hears a little clash and wonders what it could be. He opens the wooden box to find puzzle pieces sitting inside.
“It’s a puzzle.” He chuckles, surprised, but quickly begins to dump them on the bed and begins to solve it. Harry pauses as soon as he picks up the first piece and reads what it says. 
I love how perfectly I fit in your arms.
Harry looks at Bel before picking up another. 
Your smile never fails to make me happy.
“Bel,” he whispers in awe.
“Keep going.” 
Harry's smile deepens with each new puzzle piece, and Bel sees how proudly his dimples shine and knows she could happily make it her home. Once Harry places the final piece, he’s in near tears. It’s a few of the reasons she loves him. She wished she could list them all, but she knew it would be a never-ending puzzle. The final shape is a heart. He’s quick to snap a photo of it, then brings Bel to sit in his lap, beginning to shower her in kisses, thanking her for each piece with a kiss. 
“I got you a frame for it, too, if you want to display it, or you could keep it in the box.” 
Harry shrugs, blinking away his tears. “I don’t know. I want to be able to see this every day, but I also loved finding where each piece fit while reading about how much you love me.” 
“Whatever you want, mi amor.” 
“All I want is you.” 
She rolls her eyes. What a cheeseball. 
“Feliz navidad, mi vida. Te amo.”
“Happy Christmas, Bel. I love you.” 
Harry pressed his lips against Bel’s, tasting the sweet hot cocoa his mother made, savoring the taste until there was a loud yell of both their names. 
“Are you lovebirds done? I want Y/N on my team for charades,” Gemma yells, knocking them out of their own world. 
Harry grumbles about how Bel has to be his partner.
Yeah, it was the perfect Christmas. 
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thorfemmes · 2 years
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reader getting home from work all tired and florence cooks for them 🥲
hi anon! I'm not sure how to feel about this one, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!<3
The door behind you closes with a soft click. Almost too soft. If you hadn't locked it behind you, you might have thought it was still open.
Normally, you would have closed the door a little louder, jokingly announced your arrival to let Flo know that you were home, but today had defeated you. Nothing extraordinary had happened, but you were just exhausted.
With your head pounding from an impending headache, you kicked off your shoes and shuffled deeper into your apartment to find Florence quietly dancing by herself, stirring something that smelled incredible on the stove. She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of you dropping your keys on the counter. She watched as you quietly walked over and wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your forehead on the back of her shoulder.
"Hi, my love. How was work?" You groaned dramatically in response. "That bad?"
"I don't really want to talk about work, baby. Can I help with anything?"
She nodded and gestured to the box of pasta with her chin. "Would you mind throwing those in? The water is boiling now".
You stopped hugging her long enough to grab the cardboard box and dump the pasta into the pot, watching as the boiling water foamed up until it adjusted to its new contents. Nestling yourself into the corner of the counter, you watched as Florence continued to sauté some freshly chopped vegetables in a purple pan. She poured a white can of tomatoes into the pan, releasing a deep, rich aroma into the kitchen. Your kitchen.
Such a warm space, the kitchen. Flo basically lived in the room, lovingly trying out new meals and desserts for the two of you to try. You giggled to yourself as you remembered one of the first meals she had tried to make.
"Something funny?" She smiled at you.
"Just remembering when you first started cooking. Nearly poisoned us. Now look at you, my own private chef".
"A private chef that won't be feeding you if you're going to be mean to her".
She put a lid on the sauce to let it continue to simmer until the pasta was ready. Turning towards you, she wrapped her arms around your neck and finally pressed a kiss to your lips.
"Was work really that bad, lovie?" She whispered against your lips.
"'M just tired is all," You replied, gently rubbing your nose against hers.
She kissed you again, this time with a bit more fervor. "Maybe after dinner we can make it up to you? Run you a nice bath, treat you the way you deserve. Hm, baby?" She went in for another kiss, teasingly biting down on your bottom lip and leaving you as you whimpered.
You could've melted. You nodded as you watched her turn off the stove and drain the pasta. She grabbed some bowls and began to dish up your meal. Florence guided you to the already set table, and placed the bowls right next to each other. As you sat down, she quickly grabbed your hand and squeezed it lovingly, using her non-dominant hand to begin eating with you. The kitchen truly was a magical space, but really it was all Flo.
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finerllines · 2 years
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at the listening party [dad!h]
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a/n: hello back with another blurb from the darcy and dylan universe. i know this is a little late considering the release happened months ago but i think its a fun blurb nonetheless so i hope you guys like it :D ALSO my posts havent been showing up under some tags which is quite annoying so reblogs would be very helpful!!!
summary: the missus helps organise a harry's house event and harry loves being with his family
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cw: just fluff
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Life has been moving fast. Since promo for Harry's House begun, Harry has been flying around America, doing interview after interview, and rehearsing a new setlist on top of that. Coachella was the first big event of this work cycle with Harry leaving London for the first time since finishing filming. Even though his team was prepared to make special accommodations for y/n and the twins to accompany him to the dessert, she didn't feel comfortable bringing their barely one year old babies to a music festival, so she elected to stay home. She was glad she did because as Harry's unofficial representative, she volunteered to plan the Harry's House fan events, which meant that she was in meetings and liaising with vendors and organisers daily.
The Styles family only reunited about a month after at the listening party in New York. When she arrives at the party venue, she situates her nanny and kids in a room at the back of the venue before going around to check that everything is in place. And that's how Harry finds her, signing for the food by the back door.
Before she can start pushing the trolley of food to the tables, a strong pair of arms wrap around her body, tugging her back into something sturdy. She knows its her husband without even looking, of course; his scent and body is too familiar.
He kisses her once on her temple and once on her neck. "I missed you lovie. I hate leaving you at home so much," he whispers into the crook of her neck, burying his face as deep as he can.
That is his favourite place to be, tucked into his wife and breathing her in.
"I missed you too, H. I'm so proud of you. And the babies miss you so much."
"Are they here yet, I wanna see them."
After delegating the task of setting up the food to a member of staff, y/n leads her eager husband, who is swinging their connected arms excitedly, to the baby room. The moment Harry sees the twins crawling on the carpet in matching duck onesies, his face lights up and starts making grabby hands at them.
"Hi my loves," he coos, "daddy missed you." Joining them on the carpet, he seats the twins on his lap, one on each thigh. "Oh, I missed these cuddles so much. Both of you look smashing. Matching with daddy, very good choice."
Maybe it's the narcissist in him but he loves commissioning baby replicas of his outfits. He loves when his mini-mes look like mini-hims. And he has no shame letting people know too, didn't even stutter when asking Gucci to make identical feather coats for his one-year olds.
"Do you want to bring them around? I was thinking of letting them explore the couches and the pop-up house before everyone arrives. They also have a change of clothes so they could try painting the mural."
Harry looks up at his wife and smiles. "You think of everything don't you? Thank you for organising the event, you did such a good job."
They share a quick kiss as she blushes, feeling shy from his praise.
"I didn't do much and it was fun. You know I love doing stuff like this."
He rolls his eyes at her modesty and passes Dylan to her before asking a photographer to take a family photo. One of them smiling and one with him quickly kissing her cheek.
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They let the twins waddle around the pop-up house as they watch with love and adoration in their eyes. Seeing how steady the twins have become on their feet makes Harry a little emotional, feeling proud yet sad that they are slowly becoming their own individuals.
When Darcy makes her way towards the shallow steps, his arms shoot out on instinct, ready to catch her if she falls. But she is completely unphased. She does take pauses between each step, waiting for both feet to meet on each step before making it up the next, but she manages by herself no problem.
"Since when can they walk up stairs? They're babies.” y/n doesn’t need to look at him to know that he’s pouting.  
"H, those are barely stairs. And once you see what a mess they make with the paint you'll remember that they're still very much babies."
Sure enough, their tiny baby hands don't even try to grip onto the paint brushes. They toss them onto the ground then attack the plates of paint with their bare hands, shouting in excitement when their hands emerge pink and yellow.
Harry recognises the mischievous look in Darcy's eye and quickly picks her up when she starts inching towards her brother with her hands outstretched.
"Uh, uh, uh. We are not having a paint fight with our brother today. Mummy got special matching duck outfits for us so, let's try not to ruin them, okay."
He places her in front of the mural instead, encouraging her to smear her hands on the wall.
"Is that fun?" he asks in a baby voice, face matching Darcy's look of delight and amazement. "That's a very good job honey. Let's see how your brother's doing. Oh, he's an artist just like you."
Waddling back to squat beside y/n, he bumps his shoulder against hers and they both lean in until their heads rest on each other. There's no need for words. They wear matching smiles, eyes following Darcy and Dylan's every move, only breaking away when the twins start smearing paint on their faces and manically giggling.
"Okay, messy babies, we're done with the paint for today. I was wondering how long we could keep the paint off ourselves."
"I want a photo with them like this," Harry says, turning to call the photographer over.
The Styles family smile for another photo, or the parents smile while the kids continue to rub paint all over them, then they are popping into the back room to change into clean clothes.
A knock on the door interrupts them. Someone from the team pops their head around the door to inform them that doors are opening in 10 minutes and asks y/n if she wants to perform one last check. So, their family time is cut short, but they let their nanny take over while they prepare for the day ahead.
While y/n has a checklist of items to oversee, Harry doesn't actually have anything important to do before the event starts. He's more than happy to accompany her. Like an eager puppy, he is just a couple steps behind her, following her from one area to another, trying to peak over her shoulder to see what she sees. When he gets bored of all the counting and ticking things off lists, he slips his phone out and tries to take sneaky candid shots of her working. Of course, his movements hardly go undetected.
"H," she scolds, covering her profile with her hand, "stop."
"But you look so pretty, especially when you're in work mode."
She blushes. "You're embarrassing me."
"Oh yeah," he challenges, "how 'bout now."
Harry basically tackles his wife, wrapping his arms tightly around her, the momentum causing both of them to stumble to the side and reach out to the table for stability. Completely unbothered by the commotion or attention, he loudly plants kisses all over her face, causing her to giggle girlishly from the affection.
"H, we are at work." She tries to push him away.
"Yeah, and we're the bosses. So, I'll smother my wife in kisses if I want to."
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It took a lot of convincing to persuade y/n to participate in the listening party with everyone. She never liked to be too visible at any of his shows or events because she never wanted to take any attention off of Harry. Harry, however, likes when he gets to share the spotlight with her, because none of it would happen without her. That's why she gets writing credits on songs that she gives input on, even if all she did was tell him which version she likes best. Tonight, is the perfect opportunity to appreciate her, so he laid it on thick with the whining and the pleading, wearing her down by reminding her that they only have a short time in the city together and he wants to spend every minute with her. It worked, as if she could say no to him, so she is stood at the back of the room instead of hidden away with the babies.
"Before we begin, there's one more person I need to thank." He extends his arm towards his wife. "None of this would have been possible without my wife. I'm not even talking about being my muse and inspiration for so much of my music. Everything you see here today, the mural wall, the food, the colour scheme – literally everything – was all planned and organised by my wife. She did all this and kept the house together while I was away pissing about in the dessert in feather coats. So, if you get the chance to speak to her today, please tell her what a good job she did and remind her that I love her."
Trying to prevent herself from crying, y/n rolls her eyes half-heartedly and flips him off, earning her a wink.
To his credit, Harry manages to last more than halfway through the album before he makes his way over to y/n to tuck her into his side. When the opening notes of 'Keep Driving' start to play, he cups her face that is resting on his chest and strokes her cheek tenderly.
"I love you," he mouths when she looks up at him with watery eyes.
"I love you, too."
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seven sentence sunday
hello to all my lovies thank you thank you for all the tags this weekend im sorry i’ve been a little mia but i did see everyone tagging me and i appreciate it so so much. thanks to the sss tags today @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @sibylsleaves @shortsighted-owl @rogerzsteven @elvensorceress @outtoshatter (and the tags people from the weekend @buddierights and @ajunerose ) blowing all the kisses to you all MWUAH MWUAH 😘
im calling this wip the surprise kiss for now (i haven’t written in the past few says so here’s a lil something that i already have jotted down for it)
Buck sucks in a deep, slow breath, the threat of tears — happy, joyful tears — imminent for the second (or third or fourth) time tonight. 
There’s a lazy breeze, slightly cooler in the evening air, that makes the twinkling overhead lights sway, the pleasant tinkle of laughter and easy conversation mixing with the sound of the city that’s brimming with life. Buck takes a sip of champagne, marvels at the way the bubbles pop and fizz against his tongue, the warmth that pools in his gut as he watches Eddie take a perfectly synchronized dance step with Karen just across the way. His eyes roam from the tiny, makeshift dance floor to where Chimney and Maddie are standing, deep in conversation with Albert and Ravi. 
Tonight is their surprise engagement party and Buck is pleased to see that he (and Athena and Hen) had pulled it off flawlessly. They’re at a beautiful rooftop bar and restaurant with star shaped lights and two farmers tables laden with greenery and glass jars of colorful wildflower bouquets. There’s a set of chairs and couches in the back corner next to a table filled with Maddie and Chimney’s favorite desserts and half a raspberry and lemon cake that was shaped like an engagement ring. The quiet dinner music trickled into a mixture of fun pop and line dance songs that have people migrating between the bar and the dance floor.
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