#poopypandaa

[cherryjuiceblues]

and the shibari-

🫠🫠🫠

pls

even if its like two sentences PLS I BEG i need a one shot for that or smth like how would that play out

✰ dom!harry sexual content. bondage. slight breeding kink. minors dni. 𝑤𝑐 1.3k ッ mutually beneficial masterlist

Y/N has lived her entire life with the knowledge that Christmas is a time for unwrapping presents.

So the fact that Harry’s gift currently lays concealed, untouched, waiting to be further decorated feels… contrary. 

Of course most presents are wrapped in paper, not lace—and are tied in ribbons, not knots. And most presents contain objects, not restless, whimpering, cockdrunk submissives that are splayed across bed sheets like modern art.

Harry smooths his index finger down the line of knots in between Y/N’s breasts, pushing into her sternum with promise. He’d taken his time—explaining as he went—twisting and tying, bathing Y/N’s skin in praise and compliments; soft lips kissing through revealing lace. 

The garment hugs her in the most flattering of ways, the soft colour complimentary to her skin tone, and the true depiction of delicate femininity. Harry hadn’t wanted to take it off—sure the image before him would remain the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen until the day he ceased to breathe.

“Gorgeous girl. Gorgeous, gorgeous girl.” He whispers it as though she can’t hear him—though she can’t really, not with the speed in which her brain is working. Harry traces his finger round, round the ropes that frame her breasts, just tight enough to push them out slightly—to make his mouth water with want. Her breasts pulled out of their confinements, nipples pebbled and wet already but never enough.

He dances his hand down slowly: torturously, across the braiding that covers her stomach, crisscrossing all the way down to bracket her hips and loop through her thighs. The ropes press into the space between her pelvis and her mound, displaying her cunt in—what Harry believes—the way it always should be. Framed by ripped knickers and tight knots.

“All I need. You’re all I need, darlin’.” He meets her eyes, flicking up to catch her floaty gaze. She begs him silently, for what, she’s unsure. Anything. Anything and everything he feels generous enough to give her.

He’d already worked her up once or twice, through her panties before he ripped them (one Christmas gift already made useless), with the little bullet he’d first given her on his sun lounger. Even Y/N thought edging was a little cruel on such a day but Harry promised her reward would be worth it.

When she wouldn’t stop squirming on the second build up, Harry had tied her legs up too—pushed open and wide either side of her chest—calves to thighs so there was no escaping. Y/N couldn’t bring herself to care about the exposure, too dizzied and dismantled to feel an ounce of embarrassment.

But now she drips copiously, the thin barrier of her underwear soaked through, and more relevantly, ripped—and the need to beg with her numb mouth bears all too heavy. Wanton moans slip out without her notice, triggered by even the lightest of breaths or strokes against her skin.

Her hands, Harry has left free. Not as a luxury but as a challenge, a task to keep them to herself, to prove that she can do it. It hurts her to curl her fingers into the sheets instead of his hair, his biceps. The cotton burns against her knuckles. But he tells her how good she is for him and the words spread across her digits like salve.

He holds himself above her, eyes boring into her own. She registers that he’s there two seconds after the fact. “You’ve been so patient, sweetheart. A Christmas miracle,” he smiles, dipping down to brush the tip of his nose down the bridge of hers. Y/N mewls into his mouth, tilting her head so desperately. He drops down, sponging his lips to hers in a kiss worthy of being shared underneath a door frame decorated with mistletoe.

And he nudges his cock through her folds, swallowing the gasp Y/N makes with another kiss. She hadn’t even noticed him undress. He speaks praise into her cheek, in between kisses to her face, wherever he can press.

“Wanna take me all today? Hm? Let me give you one final present, huh, baby.”

Y/N agrees fervently, unsure to what exactly it is she’s nodding so chaotically for but uncaring about the semantics. “Yes, pl—please. Please, Sir.”

“Yeah,” Harry hums, canting his hips slowly to bump into her clit with every rut forward. He glistens with her, more than ready to press forward and slip inside. But he’s never been a simple man. “Yeah…” he repeats, “think I w’na fill you up, nice and heavy with my load.” His lips kiss the shell of her ear as he rasps, “And then stay snug inside of you until I fatten up again. And I want to fuck you over, and over, and over.”

Y/N’s legs ache, tied open when they wish to sling around Harry’s hips. She cries pathetically, girlishly, as she finds him through unshed tears. “More—more than anything. Want it mo’than anything.” Her fingers twitch, knuckles tight with the way they cling onto the sheets. “Please, Daddy.”

“There’s a good girl,” Harry grunts, gripping the base of his cock as he teases the tip inside Y/N’s fluttering hole. “There’s my good little present, all wrapped up for me. For Daddy. All tied up and pretty.” His hips meet her own, pressing Y/N’s legs into the mattress. “Put your arms above your head, arch that back f’me. Show me those tits.” His body flattens deliciously on top of her own as his mouth searches for her breasts, tongue laving and lips sponging.

Y/N follows orders mindlessly, each word from Harry’s mouth shutting her brain off more and more. She feels him twitch inside of her, in tandem with the involuntary squeezes she answers back with. He’s everywhere. It’s mind numbing. And the longer he thrusts, the more filthy his words become.

“Wish I could fucking—God—wish I could take a picture, frame it in the fuckin’ hallway. Put you on display like this. Just for me. Just—for me,” he growls, voice gravelly and tight, always filled with a sense of restraint. Like he might turn into a beast if not for that semblance of control.

“Yes,” Y/N agrees, prepared to do anything. She’d become encased in glass for him, displayed in a museum all tied up in knots, just for him. If he wanted that. The delicious bite of rope shoots sparks through her veins, along her entire body, hot underneath every knot. Harry kisses her, chest to chest, sloppy in the way their lips meet but perfect just the same. 

He’s close, hips snapping fervently and moans Y/N wishes she heard more frequently pouring into her mouth. Harry snakes a hand down, desperate to rub circles into her clit and feel her pulsate around him as he empties himself into her. He needs it. He needs her.

“Come on, baby. Come on, cum for me. Milk my cock.” She needs no further encouragement; her eyes squeeze shut, her lungs stutter inside her chest, her hands form fists that feel downright deprived of chestnut curls. “That’s a good fucking girl—pretty fucking girl—yes, fuck!” Harry’s mouth twitches against Y/N’s cheek as his hips stutter, and he presses his cock deep, filling her with rope after rope. Ribbon after ribbon. Hot and messy and full.

Harry stays inside her just like he promised. He kisses her, he undoes the ropes—despite wishing she could wear them forever—he massages her skin and scratches at her scalp. She hums and smiles and lays leaden on his mattress, heavy arms and heavy legs still yearning to wrap around his warm body. He stays inside until he’s hard again and then he loves on her with a different gentleness. Tears escape over her waterline and he kisses them away, and he’s never been surer of what he whispers to her after the third, maybe fourth, and final time.

“Best Christmas I’ve ever had, darlin’. Favourite present too.” And then, with a tired smile, “What will I do with you next year?”

#mutually beneficial #harry styles smut #harry styles #harry styles x reader #dom!harry #domrry #writing #harry styles one shots #harry styles blurbs #poopypandaa #concept

[freedomfireflies]

https://www.tumblr.com/freedomfireflies/742795428232298496/in-your-head-do-you-see-404-harry-and-tink-ever

>:(

…..hehe OKAY OKAY BUT IMAGINE:

Harry’s in an accident on his bike and all Tink can think about how he lost his girlfriend the same way and so she sits beside him in the hospital for hours, like the nurses have to beg her to go home but she doesn’t want to, she sleeps there, eats there…and she talks to him. A lot. They say it’s a waiting game for if he’ll wake up so she tells him about the first day she met him and how annoying he was but sweet and the more memories she remembers, the bigger her tears get 🥹

#poopypandaa #404 ask

[harrysonlylover]

https://www.tumblr.com/harrysonlylover/748767274272423936/trying-to-convince-myself-not-to-add-a-breeding

HELP😭

Wasn’t lying🫡🫣

#ask #poopypandaa

[cupid-styles]

I am having the same thought as @poopypandaa and realizing I cannot take a compliment but I adore giving them SO:

💌 You are magic!! You are angelic and kind and have this insane talent for making everyone feel safe and comfortable! I could talk to you for hours and have the absolute best time!! It's very rare to see such openness and vulnerability that's also laced with love, empathy, and understanding!!!

I am crazy grateful to know you 😭💞

STOP IT RN BC I'LL CRY ON THE SPOT!!!!!!!! I love you and im so grateful to know YOU :((( i'm always so thankful that I get to read your writing and you're down to chat about literally whatever!! you're so supportive and lovely and I just :( the sweetest ever :( thank you sm bestie :(

#bestie asks

[cherryjuiceblues]

maybe demonrry with a knife kink i feel like itd fit his vibe idkkkk

✰ demon!harry suggestive content. knife kink. minors dni. 𝑤𝑐 0.7k ッ vanilla lime masterlist

“What are you makin’?” Y/N leans her cheek against the palm of her hand, elbows digging into the table as she watches Harry’s fingers curl around the knife’s handle. The light bounces from the blade to his rings, glinting as he works nimbly.

“Vegetable lasagne,” he murmurs—unsurprised by her presence. He’d heard the change in her heartbeat, the creak of the sofa, and the shuffling of her feet along the floor. “Can you get me the garlic? Thanks, love.”

She settles her bum against the edge of the table, watching from a distance, gaze still focused on the capability of his hands. “Harry…” 

“Mmm,” he hums—unquestioning.

“Why do you cook?” It’s something she’s wondered before but never asked.

Harry presses the flat edge of the knife against the garlic, squishing until it turns to mush. His forearms flex. “Got a hungry lady to feed, don’t I?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, catching the grin he throws her way. “But… you could just snap your fingers. Why go through all the effort?”

He reaches for a peeled carrot and starts chopping it, and then dicing it. “I’ve had a long time to perfect many different art forms, Bambi… and cooking happens to be one that I enjoy.”

Y/N wonders what other art forms he’s perfected that involve knives and sharp objects alike. What kind of art he could make with that blade right there. “You look good,” she admits, “when you cook.”

Harry laughs at that, “Did y’just compliment me?” He turns to look at her briefly. “What do you want, what are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” she says—far too abruptly.

“Yes, y’are. C’mon, what is it you’re drooling over now?”

Her jaw drops, “I don’t drool.” She’s insistent, dismayed.

He smiles so knowingly. “Heartbeat gives you away every time, baby.”

He’s being sweet with the pet names; trying to lure her in—break down her walls. Confess, he may as well be whispering into her ear. The knife shimmers like an extension of his own hand. The damage he could inflict, the power he could wield. The fact of her safety despite such facts—heat starts to swarm in Y/N’s abdomen.

Harry’s brain whirs away; silently monitoring the uptick of her heart when he does certain things. Places the knife down, stirs the sauce, peels an onion, picks the knife up, puts it down again.

He smiles to himself. And then he’s in front of Y/N, table screeching slightly against the floor, the knife’s tip pointing underneath her chin. She shrieks and her heart starts to struggle inside of her chest—begs to escape from her ribs. “It couldn’t be this, could it, sweetheart?” Harry’s low voice drips like arousal between her thighs.

Y/N shakes her head. “Be careful with—that!” But it’s a null comment, a pointless suggestion. There’s not a single ounce of genuine fear; just pure adrenaline.

“My little human wants to be carved up, hm?”

“No! God, no,” Y/N exhales, neck straining as far back as it can reach with the way Harry’s thick body presses her into the edge of the table. “Not—not carved,” she swallows.

“Not carved,” Harry repeats, twisting his wrist slowly. Admiring the shape of the blade, the shine of the steel. “But nicked, maybe. Caressed?” He brings it down, tapping the point against her collarbone. She gasps. “Scared. She wants to be scared. Powerless against the bad man with the knife… is that it? Is that…what you want?”

“May—maybe,” she gulps, tongue thick in her mouth—eyes fixed on Harry’s inky ones and lashes desperately fluttering.

“Mm,” he hums, smile nothing short of sadistic. “My little freak of a girl,” blade flattening against her cheek, pushing ever so lightly into the flesh. He holds it there as his stare bores into Y/N’s own—feeling this new game out, testing the waters, bathing in them.

But then it disappears abruptly, and Harry steps back, analysing the knife with faux interest. He turns away from her, rinsing it under the tap before he resumes slicing vegetables. Y/N inhales shakily, pushing herself onto the table with weak muscles.

“Harry,” she whispers—half whine, half whimper.

He looks round with a charming smile, so easily an innocent man once again, “Be a good girl and sit tight,” he says, “I’ll decide if you deserve it.”

#writing #vanilla lime #demonrry #demon!harry #harry styles #harry styles blurbs #harry styles one shots #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #poopypandaa #concept

[cherryjuiceblues]

i beg

pls

what filth

i miss them:’)

he’d catch her so off guard with it actually. like pretends to be mad at her. “needy fucking human, what’s the matter with you, huh?” and y/n would be like ????? and about to snap back but then harry would smile and swipe his tongue across his bottom lip. he’d drop his voice and prowl forward. “always begging for my attention, you piss me off.”

and y/n is like 🫨………🙂

he treats her like she’s misbehaved, tells her not to make a sound, tugs her head back by a fist in her hair, stretching her neck as he takes her from behind :))))) and she’s grappling for him, hands twisting back to find his skin. but harry’s swearing at her, taking them into his own hands and holding her wrists firmly against the swell of her ass. “stupid girl. stupid human. can’t do a single thing she’s told.” but y/n is whimpering, “good girl, ‘m a good girl. please.” and harry croons into her ear, “yeah? you’re my good girl, are you, bambi?” she thinks he’s going to praise her, her body softens, ready to sigh that blissful breath, before harry spits, “then start fucking acting like it.”

#this literally just turned into degradation LOL SOZ #poopypandaa #vanilla lime #concept

[freedomfireflies]

cockwarming while they game-

Oh...oh YES!!!!!!!! OH BIG TIME!! This is absolutely them and they'd make it a little competition, who ever cums first loses and he'd try to thrust into her and she'd just clench around him and I think we both know who loses that game HAHAH

#poopypandaa #404 ask #⭐️

[freedomfireflies]

https://www.tumblr.com/freedomfireflies/744763035883896832/i-just-know-fratrry-loves-kissing-her-neck-because

stoooooOOOOOOOOP TOO MUCH WHYS HE SO HOT

And she'd be nervous bc all his roommates and friends are right outside his door, so she'd murmur, "Har...Harry, they'll...they'll hear."

"Then I guess you're just gonna have to stay quiet for me, hm?" And he'd kiss below her ear, nip at her earlobe, run his fingers down the side of her throat. Squeezing it gently until she squirmed over his lap. "Just wanna take care of you, button."

And she'd swallow thickly, confused on what to do because he feels so good and she can't think straight when he's kissing her like that (which he knows and uses against her constantly)

So he'd wickedly grin and say, "Do you need me to find a way to keep you quiet?" And when she nodded, he'd slowly slide his pretty fingers between her lips while she sucks on them and he keeps kissing his way along her neck and chest!!!!!!

........or something hAHHA

#poopypandaa #fratrry concept! #⭐️

[cherryjuiceblues]

OMG i jus realized we talked about mbrry on her period but what about vanilla like bc hes like all demony and shit and would probably make a joke anout having sex and shes jus staring at him all pissed at him curled up into a ball bc of cramps and then he realizes she actually feels horrid and hes nice for once like really soft and kind to her

OOOOO I LOVE THIS!!!! also HEY bestie how u doing?? <3

he’d be sooo annoying, probably knowing she’s started her period before she’s told him. “yikes, someone’s been swimming in the red sea. you need help cleaning up, sweetheart?” just SO crude about it. and Y/N throws the nearest object at him HDJSJS. “shut up. s’not funny.”

“you know i can make you laugh, bambi. let me try,” as he wiggles his eyebrows, stalking over, ready to crawl up her reclining body as she’s curled up on the bed. but her frown only deepens, right as a cramp sears through her and harry suddenly turns into a proper mother LOL. “shh, it’s okay, it’s okay. ‘m sorry, baby. let me make it feel better, c’mon. give the pain to me, yeah?” but she’s suddenly all tearful because… hormones and is like so overwhelmed with emotion. she doesn’t let him take the pain but she does let him squeeze her all nice and tight ☹️ and he uses his magic to help her fall asleep ☹️☹️☹️ and he kisses her hair, and sends heat through his palm onto her tummy, and makes her feel so at ease 😣

#poopypandaa #vanilla lime #concept

[cherryjuiceblues]

NO BC

whatever u do dont imagine the way he absolutely swallows her up from behind bc his arms r so chunky and beefy and shes so tiny and in any pictures of them together hes like a head taller and jus sm broader than her with his arms around her shoulders and she looks so small

whatever u do dont imagine how he mocks her for it, how he can bench press her, or use her for deadlifts, squats, u name it

dont imagine how hell tease her every time they fuck to the point that shes begging with tears in her eyes saying she can take it, and that shes a good girl for him and OH MY GOD HELL SAY SHIT LIKE HAVING TO TRAIN HER TO TAKE IT BC SHES JUST SO SMALL DOWN THERE

and OH MY GOD

THE THING WHERE HES NOT IN HER BUT JUS LOOKS TO SEE HOW FAR HE GOES AND ITS LIKE UP TO HER BELLY BUTTON OR SMTH AND SHES JUST WHINING AND WHIMPERING IMPATIENTLY

dont imagine how shell try to climb the counters to grab smth from a top shelf and he comes in and sees her and goes ‘aw darling dont do that ur gonna hurt urself, here lemme help u’ and then he leans over her bc hes STILL TALLER and grabs whatever she wanted, and then just plucks her off the counter as if she weighed nothing, and she goes all moony eyed looking at him and he just SMIRKS and walks away to go shower

dont imagine his hand like completely wrapping around her neck from the front, or like cuffing it from the back, and how he would just tousle her hair softly and give her sweet kisses on her forehead while she nuzzles herself into his chest as close as she possibly can

dont imagine the hand comparisons, OMG THE THING WHERE HER FINGERS JUST BARELY WRAP AROUND ONE OF HIS

dont imagine what else the fingers can do

just dont.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK BESTIE HOLY FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCKING FUCK!

THE THING WHERE HES NOT IN HER BUT JUS LOOKS TO SEE HOW FAR HE GOES AND ITS LIKE UP TO HER BELLY BUTTON OR SMTH AND SHES JUST WHINING AND WHIMPERING IMPATIENTLY

lets talk about THIS 👆 please. i’m just a hole :)

#i have nothing to add #the woman was too stunned to speak #poopypandaa #rugby!harry #concept

[cherryjuiceblues]

OH MY GOD

on the topic of christmas…

how do u think vanilla like and mutually beneficial would spend christmas together like what would they do what would they get

or would they even celebrate it? or would they just bake cookies or smth

like i can definitely see mbrry having the time of his life gifting her some ✨fun things✨ and she jus gets a lil embarrassed and goes red and hes teasing her relentlessly and then they use some of it later

where as idk if demonrry would be so big on christmas

omg!!!!!

mbrry is spoiling y/n for suuuure. like too too much and she's very cross with him about it HFKSJKF as cross as she can be, anyway. but among the normal pressies are a bunch of ✨fun things✨ :D and he's like, "i'd say these are just as much presents for me, as they are for you, wouldn't you, darling?" with a stupid smile on his face... and she can't argue with him really, she just clambers into his lap all shy and they cuddle on the carpet in his living room. (!! he'd try shibari with her for the first time and make a joke about her being his christmas present :O !!)

demonrry is always like "stupid human holidays *eyeroll*" but since being with y/n she's softened him up, definitely. she'd decorate his home like crazy and give him a cheeky smile about it and he'd pretend to be annoyed (always keeping up appearances, is demonrry) but he loves her enthusiasm. and maybe he'd buy some gingerbread houses to decorate under the pretence of just wanting to make her happy but really he wants to do it just as much. (and he'd be so competitive trying to make his look nicer LOL. when y/n would go to the toilet, he'd use his magic to make his house sparkle or some shit😭 and she comes back so unimpressed because he has CLEARLY cheated but he looks so smug about it)

#poopypandaa #mutually beneficial #vanilla lime #concept

[cherryjuiceblues]

going off of that ask u jus answered about him jus having to be mean-maybe shes like feeling braver than usual so shes teasing him a bit and hes like ‘thats it’ and snaps and shes like ‘oh fuck’ and so he endues the filth which is a mix of how they normally r and a bit of the old mean dom in him omgg

omgomgomg 😣

just straight over his knee, "you know the traffic light system, you know the safeword," and then just goes straight in with the spanks 🤕 and she's wiggling around, her legs jumping and twitching to the point where he's restraining them under his thigh or with a tight grip. "stop fucking squirming, darling. take it like a good girl, c'mon." and she slips sooo quick. because like she's not actually bratty. she was only doing it to be funny so the moment he bends her over, she's melting.

she's mewling "daddy," quicker than ever before and harry only answers her in grunts, feeling over the warmth of her arse with his stinging palms. and then he's dipping down between her legs, spreading her slick around and making a mess 🤕 "you're not c*ming tonight, sweetheart. okay?" and obviously, no, that's not okay. so she shakes her head but harry's being mean today so he grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her neck back. "okay?" he asks again, sterner, more pointedly, until y/n whimpers and nods her head with a sad pout. "okay, sir."

and then he edges her like five different times with his fingers and his mouth and then finally his c*ck before he pulls out and paints her t*ts :)

#poopypandaa #mutually beneficial #concept

[cherryjuiceblues]

IS THERE ANY TINY POSSIBLE SNEAKY LIKE IT CAN BE TWO SENTENCES IM DESPERATE HERE SORRY😭

TINY TINY JUST FOR YOUUUUUU <3

Harry shuts her down, shaking his head tersely, coming forward to turn her himself. “—In the corner…just do something good. Wipe your face—” She lets herself be manhandled, shoulders quivering silently. He nudges her knees with his own, positioning her just right—in the corner like a naughty child. “—Don’t need to see you crying.”

#poopypandaa #mutually beneficial #sneak peek #sneaky

[freedomfireflies]

:’)

ITS SUCH A FUCKING ROUGH SKETCH BUT I WAS BORED OUT OF MY MIND OK😭💀

idk why his abs look so weird but idc lmfao

!!!! CAN WE HAVE SOME COMMOTION FOR THE TALENT???? SO FREAKING OBSESSED!!!! I literally love it and also they look so good but also like Hawaiian rolls which are delicious and so are his abs!!!!

#poopypandaa

[cherryjuiceblues]

OMG and like to go with the second ask i sent but for vanilla lime

she obviously dresses as a devil and he flips bc like omg:’) and like its the one night he can go out without hiding his eyes or smth like that and they go to a party and jus tease each other or smth and r both jus so INTO EACH OTHER UGHAKJGSKFMNVKSKCK

y/n dressing as the devil to rile harry up 🤕 stupid little red horns and a skimpy red dress. he'd laugh so humourlessly. and then make her act like him. "come on then, let's see your impression. i know you're dying to do it."

she'd try mocking him, "stupid, little crybaby y/n, blah blah blah. she's so wobbly like a little dear. that's why i call her bambi, because i'm so clever and above it all." all whilst pointing one of those red devil tridents at him. but then harry would start really playing into pretending to be y/n. "oh, harry, please. please, i'm so wet for you." and she'd smack his arm because she's literally never said that in her life. and also because he's totally implying that his bullying turns her on (which it does but that's irrelevant). and he'd really encourage her to try and talk dirty just because he's perverted and wants to make fun of her LOL.

she's so embarrassed when she does. "are you hard f'me, harry?" and every time she'd pluck up the courage to talk he'd reply in a stupid high pitch voice, trying to ridicule her. "yes, i need you. i need you, please fuck me." and he's smiling but like he is plumping up just from the fun of it all.

y/n would give up quickly and try to leave but that would have harry pushing her front against the wall, "yes, bambi. i'm s'hard for you. can't you feel it?" 😵‍💫 rubbing against her ass 😵‍💫 "my little devil. you don't have it in you, sweetheart. we can change that, if you like."

#lol stupid double entendre at the end #vanilla lime #poopypandaa #concept

[cherryjuiceblues]

ok i know weve talked about mb and what hes like on her period but what about when shes sick like fully sick coughing constantly runny nose fever and everythinh

i feel like shed pretend to be fine and he would just instantly notice and wants to stay home with her in bed but he has a big meeting or smth and then comes home to find her passed out cleaning or smth bc she felt like doing smth for him idk thats the vibe im getting😭

aurrrr bestie !! this is so :(

like he's so stern, "don't you get up for anything, okay? wet the bed if you have to, do not get up!!!!" and she pouts and nods all sad and sorry for herself because she feels so yucky and he's leaving her and she can't even get a kiss (he was more than happy to but y/n insisted he shouldn't).

and she does rest up for most of the day, surrounded by tissues and lots of bottles of water that harry stacked beside the bed for her (she does get up to go pee though). but it gets to like an hour or so before harry comes home and she's so bored, and frustrated, and feels so stale so she goes like crazy cleaning mode and scurries around the kitchen like a mad woman. but her scurry is very slow and weary, and it only makes her head hurt and her skin burn up.

and harry would catch her red-handed like holding a spray bottle of kitchen cleaner and a cloth. he comes inside all quiet in case she's asleep like tiptoeing around but then they both lock eyes and y/n's so sheepish and harry's like ???!!!!!! "what are you doing?" and y/n's all whiny, "i needed to keep busy :(((((" and he all but hauls her back to bed with a cup of tea so he can start cooking her dinner.

every time she sneezes she apologises and harry's all big eyes, feeling so sorry for her. "it's okay, baby, i'm sorry you're feeling so yucky. let me get you some more tissues." :(((( and he'd like moisturise her face for her and hold her up in the shower. i've never wanted to be sick more, actually.

#poopypandaa #mutually beneficial #concept