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eveningepiphany · 10 months

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tease | H.S oneshot

summary: seeing harry tonguing his guitar last night has you finally admitting the state he puts you in. and that’s never good when you’re a tour photographer. especially now you have photographic evidence of the moment.

warnings: SMUT, oral (fem rec), dirty talk, praise, swearing

a/n: can’t stop thinking about that fucking video? like it’s on loop in my head I can’t. he was so slutty last night it’s illegal. also this isn’t 100% proofread so enjoy I hope it’s okay!

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Some days at work are harder than others for you.

Today, you knew was going to be rough the second Harry walked out in single-handedly the most revealing outfit he could have. Borderlining absolutely slutty.

And as his tour photographer, that is quite a bold statement to make when you’ve seen every single outfit— and when his top half is often found shirtless up on stage.

But tonight, out backstage when you were prepping your SD cards and ordering your camera lenses, he walked out of his dressing room adorning his stage outfit to show you, and your stomach dropped the sight of him.

It was a new style, something he hadn’t worn before. A cropped, tasseled blue vest, paired with low rise pants that looked like they were clinging onto his hips for dear life.

“Alrighty, what d’ya think?” He asked, doing a little spin to shake the tassels.

Your mouth opened and words struggled to form as your head fogged over from just seeing his body. And the way his ferns were fully out— along with almost all of his other ink on display. Arms, chest and all.

You had sworn this, many times, was just your eye for art. For people like him who made photography electric. But as time and the tour progressed on from its earlier start in 2021, it was getting harder to convince yourself. Because even if you didn’t acknowledge it, there was no way to justify the heat that stirred in your stomach as just admiration.

“Oh— wow— I like the tassels,” you paused, tongue swiping over your lips, “they’ll be really fun in the photos, I’ll try to get some motion blur type shots with them.”

Your hand reached out before your brain even computed what it was doing, grabbing one of the rhinestoned threads at the base of his vest and running down it. Knuckles brushing the side of his chest.

“Excited to see them as always, m’lovely.” He smiles, the pet name making you flush.

“10 minutes till you’re on, H!” Someone called out.

You laughed at the panicked expression on his face as he realised he was probably dawdling, and in fact behind on his own schedule.

“Alright!” He confirmed back, then chuckling as he whispered to you, “I still gotta brush m’teeth.”

“Well, cmon let’s go, I’ll see what behind the scene shots I can get.”

And you thought that the time spent with him pre-show would ease your racing mind a little, but now that you’re out on the floor you’re almost jittering.

He looks fucking delectable. And by the sound of the stadium around you, they notice it too.

As he steps out you have to force your camera up to your face, which is something you never have to do? But looking at him through your viewfinder is hardly enough to satiate you.

Especially a little later in the show, when your camera is aimed to the back of him— and he’s squated down to get a drink of water…

His pants slipping so far down his hips that the waistband of his Calvin Kleins are easily visible.

Some girls on barricade behind you are going feral simply at the sight. And you can hardly blame them, because the sight of them makes you a little light headed too. Tonight he’s really not leaving much to the imagination.

You feel obliged to take a photo of it, lens aiming up to him— hearing the girls from behind you as your cameras shutters open to capture the moment. They’re shouting clearly, “Y/N, you get that pic girl!”

Another one yelling from your left, “SHES ONE OF US!”

You laugh at them. The fans are always an amazing part of the show. You leave with an array of adorable bracelets, funny shirts, and always lovely compliments.

You snap a few more photos before someone calls your name again, and you turn. A brunette girl, in an incredible replica of his recent purple and black heart overalls from the recent Wembley show, is standing.

“Y/N!” She reaffirms when you’re looking at her.

“Hi lovely, your outfit is amazing.” You smile, and she has fresh tears streaming down her face— a common love on tour occurrence.

“Ohmygod, thank you so much. I made you this tshirt, i wanted to give it to you!” She pulled a white shirt from her feet, presumably from a bag.

She held it out, unfolding it to show off the print on the front.

You immediately couldn’t help but let out a shocked laugh at it. A big pink shaded heart, with 2 also heart-shaped photos on each side of it— of you and Harry. But the best bit was the bubble written font, “my favourite parents!” that is above it.

“I— can I please take a photo of you with it first.”

She slaps a hand over her mouth, “No way, of course you fucking can.”

You take a few photos of her posing with the shirt, “I have 2, please feel free take them both!”

You can only assume one of them is intended for Harry. And even if it’s a little weird of you to take them, you do anyway because the girl was too lovely to even consider denying them.

“Thank you so much.” You chuckle as you hang them over your elbow. She still looks starstruck at the interaction that just occurred and you’re overly excited to edit the photos later on.

In the time of the short interaction, you turned to find Harry. He’s about to transition into she, and is over on the main stage.

You hustle to get yourself up from the floor and onto the stage area. Moving to chuck the shirts on the bench, where most of the bands essentials are for easy access.

Harry sees you over there and you decide to show him the design on the front before you can overthink it.

He’s beginning to sing the intro, and he chuckles the lyrics into the mic as he sees it. And fans around the whole arena scream at the shirt— which you didn’t realise was being displayed on the big screens.

You shake your head, struggling not to admire the tone of his laugh that just echoed around the stadium.

Also blushing a little at the fact you did genuinely just show him a shirt with both of your faces of it, deeming you both as a fans ‘parents’.

You go back to doing your actual job, moving to get a good angle, aiming to blend back into the background as you take more photos for the night.

Capturing the sway and jolts of his tassels as he sings. Getting a few shots that not only capture his energy but also his outfit perfectly.

You smile at yourself and at your work.

And you glance up as Harry joins in with Mitch while he absolutely shreds his guitar solo.

Sweat is beading on Harry’s chest and you’re all too aware how much money people would pay to see it from your angle. Thank god for Barcelona’s heat.

And, fuck, not only is it that. His arms look perfect as well. This outfit is really just showing as much of himself off as possible.

You change the settings on your camera hastily to alter the outcome of these next few shots.

He’d stepped away from the mic, turning to look at the band, mouthing something you couldn’t decipher.

He starts to lean down head getting closer to guitar. His tongue juts out…

Your eyes immediately pull back a little from your camera because, there no fucking way he’s about to let some kind of intrusive thought win here.

Time seems to slow. But not the movement of his tongue. It’s flicking fast, as if to mimic it playing the strings of his guitar. Or something like that anyway, because all you can think of is… well… something too inappropriate to even be entertaining in your head given he’s literally your boss.

You can hear the piercing screams around you, someone in the front shouting what the fuck loud enough you swear someone in the back of the stadium could’ve heard it.

You’re not even aware you bought your camera back up to your face and that you’d clicked the button a few times until it’s done and the moments over.

Harry’s laughing at himself, and Sarah is face palming at his lewd action. His smug smile after solidifies the fact he knows what the fuck he just did. And exactly the kind of effect it’s left on some people.

Just not aware you’re one of them…

Because you can’t deny the way you spent rest of the night with a nagging warmth between your legs. One that festered long after the moment was over.

After the show came to a close and you eventually ended up in your hotel room, freshly showered as you edited some of your favourite photos. Including the shots you’d captured of him and his guitar.

Which were fucking insane. You had just the right amount of contrast going on in them, and a certain degree of motion blur that indicated the movement his tongue was making.

The final product was amazing once you had edited it on photoshop. But you spent the remainder of the night in your hotel room ridiculously worked up. Left in bed toying with your clit lazily as you stared at the celling, acting like you didn’t have a specific person in your thoughts.

It got to the point in the next day where you stressed about what photos to show him. And whether or not that included the one you literally came to the thought of last night?

Usually you wouldn’t hesitate, especially since it looked incredible. But you were embarrassed internally. What would he think, or say? And could you even play off your sheer attraction to the image.

You placed your head in your hands with a groan, sat in the chair over by the window. You’re tired, and swear on your life your decision making is going to be impaired when he walks into your room.

Which you didn’t have much more time to stress much about it as a knock came to your door that you knew was him.

You rushed over to open it, finding him standing there, hair freshly washed and clad in much more clothing then you last saw him in. A plain white shirt and some gym shorts— that still made him look hot as fuck, without even trying?

He greets you with a good morning, voice a tad hoarse from last nights show. And he’s smiling as he hands you a cup, one you know is filled with hot chocolate. Just for you.

“I owe you like 100 hot chocolates for how many you’ve bought me just in this leg of the tour alone.” You laugh, letting him past you.

He glances at the unmade bed— you stopped making it a while after he started to come visit your room the morning after the show to pick which photos he liked best, and ones he also wanted edited. Sometimes he’d settle himself on it, legs crossed like a cute little kid.

“Think of it as a gift for all your talent. And putting up with me.” He chuckles, and plops himself down on the chair that’s opposite to the one you were sitting in.

So you follow suit, walking back over the your chair. Taking a small sip of the sweet liquid in your hands.

“Have any favourites so far?” He asks, taking a quick swig of his own drink— which you can only assume is hot tea.

Yes, you think, the one where you’re about to practically fuck your guitar strings with your tongue.

You substitute that for, “A few! The tassels were so fun to try and capture.”

You rotated the laptop screen to show him a cool shot you edited of him. It was a front on photo, his arms extended and washboard abs in their full fucking glory along with his tattoos.

He nods, a smile coming across his lips, crinkling the corners of his slightly tired eyes.

You showcase him a couple, all that he gives relentless praise on— regardless of if they had been edited or not. But you just want to show him your favourite.

You swallow as you stare at it on the screen of your macbook. Working up the courage to turn the screen to him as he waits cluelessly. Does he even know you took this?

“This one too…” you hesitate a little as you swivel the laptop around on your lap.

“Oh. I like this one a lot.” He says, nodding and then glancing up from the screen to your semi-flushed face.

“Didn’t know you took that.” He chuckles, shrugging and almost seeming… like he has more to say about this situation.

Like something is laying on the tip of his tongue, just waiting to be said.

You think he’s not going to though, after a beat of silence, you nod.

“Yea… what actually are you doing in this photo?” You nervous laugh, and wonder what kind of answer he’s going to provide.

He runs a hand through his curls, brows raised a little at your question.

“What did you think I was doing?” He quizzes, the corner of his mouth turning up.

“I- well it looked quite… everyone in the audience was going wild. Were you trying to be a tease?”

“I wasn’t! I swear. I was playing the guitar.” He confirmed, yet smirking like he knew there was a two-way perception of the event.

“With your tongue?” You sighed out a laugh.

“You still didn’t answer me. What did you think I was doing?” He backtracks, eyes watching you intensely as you’re both entering some rather dangerous, untouched territory.

You’re quiet again, and he raises his brows still expecting a response.

You flush under his gaze, hand coming to cover your eyes. “It just looked very…”

“Very…?”

“Inappropriate.” You laughed, feeling like you were emotionally torturing yourself by letting this situation happen.

“How so?” He continues to push, wanting to hear more. Secretly adoring the way you get all flustered about it. How badly he wants you to tell him exactly what the movement of his tongue reminded you of.

“It just— you know what I mean, Harry!” You say, now being the one trying to backtrack out of this entire situation. That in the end is still technically your own fault.

You distract yourself with other photos, going in and trying to find another possible contender for his new post on instagram.

“Don’t try and avoid the conversation, love.” He chuckles at your sudden shy demeanour.

“Harry.” You place your hand over your face again trying to mentally reset yourself. Put your thinking back in line.

“Cmon! I’m just curious.” He tries to brush it off, but if he has to resort to begging, he honestly wouldn’t hesitate.

“I know you are, but— it’s weird!” You whine, wanting to die at the fact you had let this happen in the first place.

“I promise I won’t judge.” He places his hand over his heart, face serious, like he was swearing it on his bloodline.

You thought about it a little longer. He clearly was not going to leave you alone if he didn’t get an answer. You could try and lie, but he already knows anyway. He just wants to hear you say it.

“You know, Harry. You just want to hear me say it.” You murmur, bringing up the chocolaty drink to your lips to distract yourself.

“Sure, maybe I do. I wanna confirm my suspicions.” He proposes, a small shrug of his shoulders. You place the drink back on the coaster, staring at him. Eventually caving.

“It— everyone definitely thought it looked like you were, uh, giving oral.” You rushed out, trying to now act as nonchalant as possible to avoid further questioning.

I didn’t work.

“So everyone including you?” He asked.

“Well… yea.” Your cheeks were pink, and he smiled at your flustered voice.

“Dirty thing.” He chuckled, and you almost breathed a sigh of relief thinking maybe you could move on and pretend as if this never happened, but he continues on.

“Had you a little worked up, did I?”

“May I touch on how unprofessional this conversation is?” You bring up, trying to save yourself. But it’s evident in your voice you hardly mean it. You are admittedly a little curious as to where he’s going with this. Equally, if not more embarrassed than anything, but still curious.

“I suppose you can, yes.” He nods.

“But may I bring up how you undressing me with your eyes yesterday was unprofessional? Because unless I’m insane, you definitely were.” He’s cocky, and overconfident with his accusation.

Not that it can be really labelled as an accusation, given he’s not wrong at all.

“I—“ you swallow, “Okay. Whatever. Point proven.”

He laughs at your surrender, shuffling forward on the chair.

“So you were— that’s the kind of stuff you were thinking about me?” He rests his elbows on his knees, watching you intently.

“You are really trying to get something out of me aren’t you? What do you want to hear me say?” You raise your brows, adrenaline coursing through you.

“Just want you to tell me the truth. Be honest with me, since we’re talking about being professional. I think that’s a good start.” He sounds so gentle yet firm, and your devouring this dominant kind of trait he’s showing you.

“Communication and honesty is very important when it comes to professionalism.”

Pleasure has been simmering in your stomach since he walked through the door, and his persistence is beginning to pay off, since you’re starting to let your guard down.

“So you want me to tell you how wet I got after your little stunt last night? That if I wasn’t your employee, after the show you would have found me in your dressing room bent over on the table.”

“Waiting for you to come in there, all sweaty and ready to strip that teeny fucking vest off, and put your mouth to use.”

He’s got a dusting of red over his own cheeks now, blood rushing to his cock as he realised he cracked you open now. Your dirty words spilling out of your mouth after holding back seemingly since last night.

“That what you would’ve done? Bent yourself over my dressing room table waiting for me like a pretty little post-show gift?”

“Maybe so.” You feed into it, watching as his eyes darken with desire.

He sighs out, standing up promptly, “Alright, darling. I’m gonna offer you something. You don’t have to agree, but if you do we can stop at any time. Okay?”

“What exactly are you offering?” You ask as leans his tall frame down to you, hands bracketed on your hips.

“For me to pick you up, put you on that bed and strip you until I can bury my head between your legs.” He stated, matter of factly.

Your thighs are shaking so hard you’re clenching them together— clit throbbing at the pressure.

You can only look up at him and nod, to which he doesn’t take as an answer.

“Baby, need you to use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“Yes, Harry. Want that please.” You whine, very quickly becoming delusional at his close proximity.

He grunts as he picks you up, his arms firm around your body and he carry’s you the few feet to the bed. His lips hot as they suddenly come in contact with your jaw.

He pushes your legs open with his thigh, making you moan and push your hips forward.

“Needy girl.” He whispers, voice dirty and hot near your ear as he sucks on the skin below it.

His hands cascade down your body, finding the waistband of your sweatpants and tugging it down.

“Please, please touch me.” You’re wild, bucking your hips up. Wanting to get his tongue on you so bad.

He chuckles at your sudden spiral, how quickly you’ve unravelled before him. Truly like a present, all laid out waiting just for him.

He palms his hand over your damp front, “Soaking through already, fuckin’ hell.”

You groan as he rubs a pressured circle on your fabric-covered clit.

“Want to tell me who got you so wet?” He coos, slowly moving his fingers over you as he waits for an answer.

You give it to him shamelessly, “You. Want you so badly.”

He’s over the moon to finally have you like this. Because it became apparent rather quickly the crush he’d developed on you since you were hired. And he would be lying if he said he hadn’t fucked his fist at the thought of getting to touch you.

“Oh, you’re being so good for me now. Because I’ve got my hand between your pretty legs I bet.”

You cant even respond as he slides your drenched underwear down away from your tingling core.

He audibly groans at the sight of your bare, glistening pussy. Watching as you squirm under his stare.

“Jesus fuck, Y/N. How long have you been hiding this gorgeous cunt from me?”

“Too long.” You whimper.

His fingers slid through you, and he gathered up your arousal to play with your clit. Relishing the way it slides under his fingertips.

You were clenching around nothing as he gently rolled your clit between calloused fingers. Playing with it until you were a mess. Moaning and grinding up against his fingers. Begging for what he’d promised earlier.

“Your mouth, Harry. Need it. Anywhere.”

“S’that why your little hole is clenching so hard? Like it’s begging for me.” He watched, mesmerised as your hole pulsed around nothing, and leaked more clear arousal.

You look so delicious to him. And he took a moment to appreciate the fact you were about to let him clean up all that arousal pooling at your hole

He sunk down between your legs very slowly. Distracting himself a few times with mouthing over your fabric covered breasts.

Eventually making it there, so he could blow over your clit, letting you squirm at the teasing stimulation. You smelt amazing too, your sweet tangy scent making his mouth water.

He was grabbing at his cock, pushing at it trying to relieve pressure down there as he peppered kisses along your inner thigh.

“Stop teasing, H. Please I— fuck.” You hissed as he bit the seam of skin of your thigh.

“Cant handle it huh? Are you gonna come before I even get my tongue on you.”

“Want to finish around your mouth.” You plead with him. And he shakes his head with a laugh, anticipating your reaction as he leans forward to drag a long stroke through your slit.

Your whole body shakes with a moan. His velvety, hot tongue immediately leaving you a wreck.

“Harryyy…” You cry out, bucking your hips into his face.

“Gonna ruin your cunt, darling.” He murmurs into you, and you know it’s true with the way your hole is clenching.

He sucks your clit into his mouth before placing fast strokes over it. Flicking and rolling it between his tongue and lips.

The sounds of him lapping up your pussy are echoing through the room, further fuelling the fire that’s started in you.

Your whole jaw goes lax as he moves further down, gliding over your hole— pushing his tongue past your entrance.

“Fuck!” You moan, hips jolting, causing his hands to slide up and hold them into place.

He slides it into you as far as he can, nose bumping your clit. Making you realise very quickly that you’re going to finish around his mouth.

He moans into you, again the vibrations makes you writhe in his tight grip. “I- Harry- more!”

It’s making your whole body shake, and he’s pressed so far into you that it’s all you can feel. And it’s obvious that you’re about to come, just with the way your cunt is pulsing around his mouth.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck. Harry, please, I’m gonna come!” You felt the burning spark fly through you, hitting you like a truck when his tongue curled and rocked inside you.

He’s humming and pressing himself so close you genuinely think he can’t breathe. And you realise immediately when the rubber band in snapped inside of you.

It gushed through your whole body, making you moan and cry in his grip. He couldn’t even explain the feeling of having you clenching around his tongue. It almost made him finish in his pants.

He lapped up every single drop he could. But he didn’t stop.

Your clit was so sensitive as he came back up to it with the same intensive pace.

You tried to push him off, “be a good girl, baby, give me another one.”

“So sensitive, Harry.” You whined, hand threading into his soft hair.

“Y’can take it.” He states, going back to sucking on your clit, and the outside of your entrance.

It made you a mess. A proper fucking mess.

You legs were being spread wide by the palm of his hands, and you were almost crying at how sensitive your pussy was.

You were always a five-minute-scroll-break kind of girl when it came to masturbation. So this came as a whole shock to your body. And it was so fucking hot from his perspective.

All he could hear was your filthy fucking whines, begging him one minute to stop and the next to go faster. And he was going insane at how sensitive your little hole was.

That was all he could feel. The clenching of your cunt, the absolute shaking mess your body was becoming.

His tongue flicked over your clit, just as you imagined he would after seeing him last night. And it was getting to messy, your arousal absolutely coating his mouth and chin.

“I-“ a deep suck of your clit, “I’m gonna fucking come!”

You writhed the whole way through your orgasm. Fucking into his face like it was a toy, grinding into it so hard your sure he was completely consumed by you.

And as you came down from the high, still shaking, he cleaned up down there again. Too good to waste, was his thought process. ‘You tasted like a dream’ you’re pretty sure you hear him mutter against you at some point.

His thumbs run over the dips of your hips to bring you back down to earth.

“Good girl, Baby. Took my mouth so fucking well.” He presses a final kiss on your clit as he stood up, your hands dragging up his back did.

“Feeling a little better too, i hope.”

“Yes. So good. H.” You panted, still in a bit of a daze.

“Next time,” he peppered a kiss on you shoulder, “tell me when you’re feeling all worked up okay.”

You nodded, hands sliding to rest in his hair.

“Or by all means, lay yourself out in my dressing room so I can make make come like you deserve.” He smiles at your little nod, still so out of it.

“My little gift, hm?” He coos, stroking a gentle hand down your face.

And he knows he’d do this moment a thousand times over with you. Just to see that smile flash over your lips.

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#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles oneshot #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles barcelona #he is so fucking hot I cant #that clip 🧎‍♀️#smut

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obsessive-evie · 4 months

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OH MY GOD?!?!?!?!?!????

#I literally #oh my god #SHES SO #I GIGGLED.#OUTLOUD #this is bad #wcbb #kate martin #all hail tiktok editors 🧎‍♀️#Kate baby I can treat you SO WELL #It’s only a few years.#this clip

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sulieykte · 11 months

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CAN HIS WIFE LEARN TO SHARE PLS

@touchedflowers @yagirlheree @jakexneytiri @iadoredilfism

#sam worthington brainrot #I NEED HIM #4 second clip of him smiling and he has me like 🧎‍♀️

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meownotgood · 10 months

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i miss aki to the point im rewatching csm for the seventh time just to see him... i miss him.... my heart... IM THIRSTING

me longingly staring at all the thousands of pictures of him I have saved to my phone like a sad wife awaiting a husband to return from the war

#I want to rewatch chainsaw man more but #I prefer the manga so I always wind up reading instead #I don't even know how many times I've read the chainsaw man manga... maybe twenty times....#I usually stop once I get towards the end though #for obvious reasons...#I can only read those parts if I'm in the mood to be crushed #I have compilations of clips of aki from the anime and I just watch those instead of watching the whole episode lol #I have all the clips of him when he's speaking with no music in the background too #so I can listen to his voice 🧎‍♀️#when he comes back it will be a momentous day #ask mags

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pinkyqil · 1 month

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Proof that brown hair ale does it the better

No but the second and third clip 🧎‍♀️

Tt cr : 14kvnnedy

#alexia putellas #woso edit #woso imagine #woso community #woso #woso appreciation #alexia imagine #alexiaputellas

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gretavangelica · 1 month

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this video resurfaced on my youtube homepage and this clip has me 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ every time

if jake made this eye contact with me I would simply pass away

#AND THE NODDING AT THE END #jake gvf #jake kiszka #gvf #greta van fleet

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danikamariewrites · 6 months

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ohhh love the new theme😍

i was wondering if i could please request one where it’s feysand x reader where reader has a mommy kink, mdlg kinda vibe. I literally cannot stop thinking ab mommy feyre, she would be the perfect caretaker ever. Like imagine laying on her tits just sucking on them while she strokes your hair😩 I NEED HER RNNNNN

ohhh imagine rhys walks in and sees them chilling with reader sucking on feyre. ugh and he would be the perfect daddy🧎‍♀️ and he puts his dick in reader and the three of them just lay there all night.

i just need them right now… like it’s getting ridiculous

OHHH and imagine when they’re being casual, like feyre does cute hairstyles for reader, rhys picks out dresses for them to wear, and anything reader wants, they give to her. literally spoiled rotten. and they’re so wise and give great advice and really lead the relationship. reader doesn’t even have to use her brain around them, she just ✨ exists ✨

i’m so desperate for them someone help

Taking Care of You hc

Feysand x reader

A/n: thank you! Omg I need them now too, this request is everything 🤪

Warnings: ddlg, mdlg, nsfw content at the end

The two of them are truly perfect for this kind of relationship

They’re both gift givers and they just want the best for those they love

You love & cherish them with your whole heart

You’re very clingy with them and they don’t mind one bit, they think it’s adorable

Especially Feyre, she adores how much you want to be with her and when you call her mommy she tries so hard not to blush

Every morning Rhys is always the first one awake for training and work

You and Feyre like to sleep in and get ready together

Your morning routine is typically taking a bath together, dress, and eat breakfast

Rhys lays out your outfits for you bc he’s a style icon. They always want you to look and feel pretty and cute

After the bath you sit at your vanity and Feyre brushes your hair, styling your hair and putting in the most gorgeous, expensive hair clips

You’re positively spoiled rotten on a daily basis

Eating out at the best restaurants in Velaris

Shopping at the expensive stores across Velaris

Vacations in the summer and day courts at villas

Anything you could dream of it’s yours. Even if you think it’s something so wild and unreachable Rhys always tell you to ask anyway and he will do his best to make it happen, “Anything your heart desires my sweet. We will get it for you.” He’d say while holding your hands

It’s just princess treatment 24/7 with them

They’re great advice givers. Between everything Feyre has been through and Rhys’s years they always know what to say

They also always know what you need

Both of them being daemati is perfect for you

They can look into your mind and know what you want, what you’re feeling, and what your mood is

Rhys and Feyre want to make sure you’re happy with the way things are. They want what’s best for their sweet little angel, it’s their job to take of you after all

Whenever you’re feeling tired Feyre and Rhys always encourage you to go bed

“You need your sleep angel so you can stay perfect.” Feyre tells you. “Go to bed sweet we will be up soon.” Rhys adds with a kiss on your head. A big yawn comes out as you nod, giving them each a hug & kiss before going upstairs

You never know who’s going to come up to bed first

70% of the time it’s Feyre and when she comes into the bedroom she gives you a cute sleepy smile

She climbs into bed next to you and lays on her side facing you as she gently strokes your face

The three of you always sleep naked

On nights when you can’t fall asleep Feyre always knows calms you down

“Angel you need to sleep. Do you want mommy to help you?” “Yes mommy.” Feyre turns slightly, exposing her breasts to you, opening her arms and motioning for you to come closer

You shimmy into her embrace and place kitten licks on her pert nipple. Feyre moans softly, gently placing her hands in your hair

She lightly scratches at your hair as you start to softly suck on her

Her praise in intimate moments like this makes you blush like crazy. “There you go Angel. I can see you getting sleepy, good girl.” “Just like that baby.” “You’re doing so good for mommy.”

Rhys comes up and wears a faux pout when he sees you and Feyre tangled up together, “Aww you couldn’t sleep baby?” He coos. Feyre shushes him and gives the High Lord a stern look

“Daddy will you help me too?” You ask, pulling your lips away from Feyre to give him a sleepy pout and doe eyes. “Of course baby.” He climbs into bed After undressing, spooning you and making sure you’re ready for him with his fingers

As Rhys slides into your dripping pussy you moan around Feyre

Rhys stays cuddled to you with his arm around your middle. occasionally kissing the back of your head and whispering sweet nothings of praise and love in your ear

They can tell you’re getting sleepy and Feyre goes back to tracing your face as your eyelids start to droop

You try to force your eyes back open and jerk yourself awake but Feyre shushes you, “Sshhh Angel. Let yourself sleep, we’ve got you.”

You let your eyes fall shut and drift off to sleep

When you wake up in the morning your squished between the two of them

Your head on Feyre’s breasts and Rhys’s chest pressed against your back

Noticing they’re still asleep you snuggle back into their warmth to get a few more minutes of sleep

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rickswh0r3 · 8 months

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Ok i gotta edit request- something with Rick (obviously hehe) to that clip of Bieber signing “keep going” from the song private landing. Do you know the one?

xoxo

"keep going" is what he was telling me last night🧎‍♀️

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#new coloring !!!#omg i need him so bad #THIS SONG #YES KEEP GOING PLS #need him back #sexiest man alive #the walking dead #rick grimes #andrew lincoln #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes x you #andrew lincoln smut #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes x female reader

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sanderchu · 2 years

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ok you know those little lego heart couple necklaces? they’re like two halves and then you put them together and it makes a heart?

what if reader got those with dream, karl, sapnap, tommy, ranboo and punz? (separately lol)

i just think that’s cute and they’d probably be the ones most likely to do it

More precious than rings

Note: I really want these with someone like so bad- If someone gave me one end of one- 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ I’m a sucker for those you don’t not know- anyways- this will include how you guys got it/made them and how they all feel with it and what color (ik that’s boring im sorry-)

Reader: gender neutral

Characters: Dream, Karl, Sapnap, Tommy, Ranboo, and Punz

Dream 💚

How you got/made it:

You both a little at home date and you were watching the Lego movie out of boredom and ended up going to buy legos just for that now you both have a mini box of legos because you both didn’t wanna bother building the set

Color: 💚

His: Green, Yours: Green

Reactions:

- he absolutely loves it

- Mainly puts it clipped on his jeans if he’s wearing jeans

- If not he puts it on his neck

- Not matter where he puts it on (backpack, keys, neck, etc.) you never see him without it

Karl 🌀

How you got/made it:

He surprised it for you anniversary after taking you out to your favorite spot for a date. He was pretty romantic with it and had it in a little box but not a box that looked like a ring so you don’t assume it was a ring it was a like a little earring box.

Color: 💜

His: Purple, Yours: Purple

Reactions:

- never takes it off unless he’s showering and he still has it in the same room as him

- Only says he will take it off when he marries you

- When you Not with him he looks at him to immediately make him feel happy

- Thinks it’s cute to put them together when he’s kissing you

- Completely mesmerizing to him

Sapnap 🐼

How you got/made it:

You both were playing minecraft late at night and he decided to give it to you. He had it for a while and thought that was a good time since you both are spending some time together. He wanted to give it time not rush to give it to you

Color: 🧡

His: Orange, yours: orange

Reactions:

- loves to cuddle you and play with your end

- always has it on his neck

- loves to use it as a way to get closer to you

- showing it off here and there is normal

Tommy ♥️

How you got/made it:

Him just being the classic Lego nerd when you guys were traveling one day and went to the Lego store

Color: ❤️🤍

His: Red, Yours: White

Reactions:

- doesn’t take it off at all

- Loves to show it off to his stream and literally everyone

- Always posting about it too since the day you both got it to god knows what day

- Loves to connect them when cuddling or hugging you to mess with you so you don’t leave his side

Ranboo 👑

How you got/made it:

Tommy dragged him to the Lego store one day and thought it would be nice to give it to you as a gift for being away from you.

Color: 🖤🤍

His: Black, yours: White

Reactions:

- thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

- Loves to connect them if he’s hugging you from behind

- Wears it on stream but when people mention it he ignores it to mess with people

Punz 🤍

How you got/made it:

You were actually the one to give it to him. He was streaming when you walked him and already had yours on. You just placed to box on his desk and placed a kiss on his head. Nothing wanting to disturb the stream more you just waved to chat and walked out

Color: 🤍

His: White, Yours: White

Reactions:

- thinks it’s cute but doesn’t really say it

- Mainly has it on his pants

- Likes to connect them to get you closer to him to mess with you

- Very silent about it if stream mentions it but definitely will show it off for a quick second if many people are asking

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little-kittykat-kitkat · 6 months

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someone make a clip of young kim dokja and lee sookyung and have the Mama's boy as the audio pls i am begging 🧎‍♀️ i want to feel the angst like just imagine the first parts of the clip are of them reading books and being happy then BAM sadness

#kdj #kim dokja #lee sookyung #yoo joonghyuk #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv

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jeniffercheck · 6 months

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i come to add another prompt to your list 🧎‍♀️#6 please for shivlina

#6 - "Be gentle, please." & the sickfic request (i hope this hits what u were looking for!!)

It’s late (or early, depending on who you ask), and they’re sitting Shiv’s kitchen table, dissecting Waystar press mentions from the last forty years. Press mentions from the 80s, interviews from the 90s, her dad’s first fucking tweet.

“Of course he called the president a twat,” Karolina says. “I can’t believe they left it up.”

“Yeah,” Shiv snorts, saving the link. “I’m sure it put a real dent on Waystar’s reputation.”

She adds it to the compiled mentions for the memorial video, an end-of-year Waystar Gala, aptly set to honor the Life and Times of Logan Roy. It’s Karolina’s job to approve all of the options, and Shiv somehow convinced Karolina to let her help.

“Busiest man on the planet, yet he always had time for a tweet,” Shiv says. “I’m sure PR was a sanctuary before Twitter was invented.”

Karolina shrugs. “I think I prefer deletable tweets over waking up to New York Times quotes that were never run by the department,” she says, pulling a clipping. “We should burn everything from the 80s.”

“What?” Shiv says, “Dad wasn’t a goodhearted champion in the fight against AIDS?”

Karolina laughs, the noise quickly turning into Karolina clearing her throat as her face falls.

“Are they bad?” Shiv asks. She never had half a mind to seek out her dad’s commentary on devastating social issues, but she can’t imagine that whatever he did say warrants such a grim expression.

“No,” Karolina says. “No, he didn’t—I mean it’s bad, but it’s normal bad. We’ll probably find tweets with the exact same statements. Just won’t use them.”

Shiv nods, not quite believing Karolina as she winces into her computer screen, fingers rubbing lightly at the bridge of her nose.

“You alright?” Shiv asks.

“Yeah,” Karolina sighs. “Just need an eye break.”

She stands and moves into the kitchen, and Shiv can hear the rattling of pills as Karolina pulls out a bottle from her purse. Shiv says nothing as Karolina returns, typing away what’s most likely a note to omit anything and everything from the 80s. They work in comfortable silence for a while, Shiv flagging items they may have missed and Karolina adding them to her folder until Shiv notices Karolina’s hand has returned to her forehead, eyes closed this time.

Shiv rubs Karolina’s knee to get her attention. “Hey,” she says. “What’s wrong?”

“Just—a headache,” Karolina says.

“Just a headache,” Shiv says, “or something more?”

“It’s fine—I-I should go home—” Karolina attempts to stand, her hand dropping and eyes opening slightly, but not without a deep wince that has Shiv immediately pulling her back into her seat.

“Woah, slow down,” Shiv says, hand returning to Karolina’s knee. Shiv looks around her white kitchen, the sun reflecting through the eight-foot windows and hitting every marble surface like a perfect blinding death trap for Karolina in this current moment, unsure how Karolina can even make it through her apartment, let alone outside. “You gonna make it all the way across town with your eyes closed?”

“I’ll just call a car, and wear sunglasses,” Karolina says, her voice getting tighter with every word. Shiv doesn’t think there’s a chance that they get Karolina out of this kitchen if they wait any longer, the time for Karolina to make it back to her own place already passed. She recalls the last time she found Karolina with a migraine—at home “sick” from work according to Gerri, but not having responded to a single message from Shiv in over 24 hours—hiding under a fortress of blankets to shield her from the light and not having had as much as a sip of water in probably a day and a half. Karolina said that one was mild, but that she hadn’t been much in the practice of preventative medicine then.

“No, no way,” Shiv says. “We talked about this already—let me help.”

“Shiv—” Karolina starts, but her fist closes up and she lets out a pained breath, argument forgotten.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Shiv says softly. “Let’s go upstairs. Can you get up?”

Shiv grabs both of her hands, about to pull Karolina up when her quiet voice rings out, “Just—be gentle, please.” Shiv pauses, moving a steadying hand to Karolina’s back.

“I will,” she says. She helps her stand, growing mildly concerned at which the tightness Karolina’s holding onto Shiv. “You took something already, right?”

“Yeah,” Karolina says, her voice shaky. Shiv guides her through the apartment, going as steadily as possible until they make it to the bedroom. She helps Karolina into the bed, and gets to work closing all of the blinds, silently thanking the developer for installing the ridiculously excessive blackout blinds that she’d made fun of when she first moved in. When she’s finished, she kneels next to the bed, relieved to see at least a little bit less strain on Karolina’s face. Shiv grazes a piece of Karolina’s hair, tucking it lightly behind her ear. Karolina sighs in response, opening her eyes slightly. Shiv can see that it’s still painful even with the minimal light in the room, but there’s also a level of defiance that she knows not to press in the current moment.

“Do you still want what we talked about?” Shiv asks quietly.

Karolina had laid out the ground rules for Shiv after the last time—how much light to let in, how much movement to make, what pills to take and when, how loud to talk, when to say anything at all—and she’s determined to follow them, regardless of how much Karolina doesn’t want her to.

“This is more than enough, Shiv,” Karolina says, closing her eyes as Shiv strokes her hair again.

“Well, I don’t mind,” Shiv says. “So, how about I lay down next to you and play with your hair the way you like, and you’ll tell me if you want me to stop?”

It takes Karolina a few deep breaths and a furrowed brow to give in, her voice annoyed as she lets out a light, “Fine.”

Shiv keeps her movements slow as she climbs into the bed behind Karolina, taking care not to disturb her position. When she settles in, her hand returns to Karolina’s hair, massaging the back of Karolina’s head. She stays like that for a while until the light peaking through the edges of the curtains has disappeared and Karolina’s breathing steadies into something more like slumber, and Shiv goes to remove her hand, ready to escape the bed to get them both sustenance. As soon as she pulls away, Karolina speaks up.

“Shiv?”

“I’m right here,” Shiv says, leaning back down. Her hand returns to the back of Karolina’s head, and Karolina sighs again, a sign that it’s been bringing her some sort of relief. “How does it feel?”

“About the same,” Karolina says, her voice tired. Shiv frowns, knowing there’s not much she can do to help. Before Shiv can respond, Karolina’s speaking again, words that Shiv hates she feels like she even needs to say. “I’m sorry, Shiv. This is—”

“This is your life,” Shiv says. “I’m glad I can be in it. Don’t apologize.”

Karolina flips herself over before Shiv can stop her, and she lets out a pained breath before resting her head back down, pressing it lightly into Shiv.

“Even when my head’s exploding?”

“Especially then,” Shiv whispers, settling back into the bed.

She’s starting to think there isn’t anything that could keep her out of Karolina’s life.

#i think this is the upper limits of my sickfic abilities #karolina migraine truthers unite #<33333 #shiv being cute and caring crazy world out there #shivlina #shivlina fic #shiv roy x karolina novotney #duskfalls

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