#Happy Valentines Day Wishes For Husband

[thatskindarough]

Since I might not finish my Valentine’s Day good omens art on time, I’ll share a headcannon.

Crowley, before becoming a retired demon, would buy a box of heart shaped chocolates on Valentine’s Day for “keeping up appearances” and such. “Promoting a tedious corporate holiday that exacerbates loneliness.” Very demonic of him, indeed. Of course, Crowley doesn’t actually quite care about chocolates so, every year, he delivers the box to Aziraphale (because it would be “a shame to waste a perfectly good box of chocolates. Obviously.”)

And if he does it after he no longer has to keep up appearances, well…It’s habit. And Aziraphale certainly isn’t complaining.

[krilloffthestring]

HAPPY VALENTINES @kevkandyland my HUSBAND

[upasana09]

100+ Valentines Day Wishes for all your Loved Ones

Valentine’s Day is a day of love and affection, a day to show appreciation and love to all of the important people in our lives. Whether you are in a romantic relationship or not, this special day can be celebrated in many different ways. From romantic gestures to thoughtful acts of kindness with beautiful Valentines day wishes. There are many ways to show the people you care about just how much you love and appreciate them.

For those in a romantic relationship, Valentine’s Day is a time to celebrate the love you share with your partner. Whether it’s your first Valentine’s Day together or your tenth, there are many ways to make the day special. A romantic dinner for two, a thoughtful gift, or a simple note or card expressing your love are all great ways to show your appreciation for your partner.

For those who are single, Valentine’s Day can still be a day of love and appreciation. It’s a time to show love and affection to your friends and family, who are just as important as a romantic partner. Whether it’s spending time with your friends, sending a thoughtful message, or simply telling them how much you appreciate them, there are many ways to celebrate Valentine’s Day without a romantic partner.

For those who have lost a loved one, Valentine’s Day can be a difficult day. However, it’s important to remember that the love you shared with your loved one will always remain with you. Whether it’s lighting a candle in their memory, visiting their favorite place, or simply thinking about the good times you shared, there are many ways to honor the love you shared with your loved one on Valentine’s Day.

For parents, Valentine’s Day can be a time to show love and appreciation for your children. Whether it’s a special breakfast in bed, a homemade gift, or simply spending quality time together, there are many ways to show your children how much you love and appreciate them.

For friends, Valentine’s Day is a time to celebrate the love and friendship you share. Whether it’s a group outing, valentines day gifts exchange, or simply sending a message to let them know how much they mean to you, there are many ways to celebrate your friendship on Valentine’s Day.

Valentine’s Day is a special day for all of us, regardless of our relationship status or the people in our lives. It’s a day to show love, appreciation, and kindness to all of the important people in our lives. Whether it’s your partner, your family, your friends, or even yourself, there are many ways to make Valentine’s Day special and memorable.

So this Valentine’s Day, take a moment to reflect on all of the love in your life. Whether it’s romantic love, the love of family and friends, or even self-love, there is so much to be thankful for. And, most importantly, make sure to let those you love know just how much they mean to you. A simple message, a thoughtful gesture, or a kind act can go a long way in expressing your love and appreciation.

Here are some Valentine’s Day wishes that you can use to express your love and affection to your special one:

Happy Valentine’s Day to the love of my life. You make every day feel like a fairytale and I feel so lucky to have you by my side. I love you more than words can express.

My love, I want you to know how much I cherish you and how thankful I am to have you in my life. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day to the person who brightens up my world and makes my heart skip a beat. I am so grateful to have you as my soulmate.

To my beautiful Valentine, I hope this day brings you as much happiness and joy as you bring to my life. I love you now and always.

Happy Valentine’s Day to the person who makes me feel complete and loved. I am so blessed to have you in my life and I can’t imagine spending this special day with anyone else.

My darling, I hope this Valentine’s Day is filled with all the love and happiness your heart can hold. You are the reason for all the smiles in my life.

Happy Valentine’s Day to the person who makes my life so much sweeter. I love you more and more each day.

On this special day, I want you to know how much I appreciate all the love and support you give me every day. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love!

Happy Valentine’s Day to the person who holds my heart. I am so grateful to have you as my partner and I promise to love you forever.

To my perfect match, I hope this Valentine’s Day is as amazing as you are. I am so lucky to have found you and I will love you always.

Valentine’s Day is a day of love, a day to show appreciation and affection to all of the important people in our lives. Whether you are in a romantic relationship or not, there are many ways to celebrate this special day. From romantic gestures to thoughtful acts of kindness, there is no better way to show the people you care about just how much you love and appreciate them. So this Valentine’s Day, spread the love, Wishing you a day filled with love and happiness!

[asim254]

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Have some romantic hug day wishes and greetings to the one you love from Tring India. Make your loved ones really special not only on valentine day but also a the week of valentine.

[shanastoryteller]

Have a happy Valentine’s Day! Hokage daughter au?

a continuation of 1 2

Tsume likes Minato. He's one of the strongest ninjas she's ever come across and he's an exceptionally fair hokage while not going too far that it becomes a weakness.

He is not, however, an exceptionally good father. She would have described him as a good husband, before, but Kushina has never been able to forgive him for what he did to their daughter.

Kushina is still stuck on that day in more ways than one. The combination of a difficult birth and the fox demon ripping itself from her wrecked her body and chakra coils to an extent that she's barely an active duty ninja. But it's not just physical. Kushina lives in fear of that moment repeating, of finding herself powerless and trapped as her husband chooses protecting their village over their child, and it clouds her judgement.

Tsume can't fault Minato's choice, personally, considering what was at stake, nor Kushina's reaction when she woke up to find her infant daughter turned into a demon container.

She can't fault either of them for that day, but she faults them both for every day that came after.

Minato finds looking at his daughter to be painful, sees her as his failure as a father and a husband, and Kushina only sees her as the child she failed to protect from the one person she never thought she'd have to protect her from.

Naruto is so much more than that.

The girl graduated Top Kunoichi. She stopped a coup and saved the Uchiha as an academy student, for fuck's sake. She's spent her whole childhood getting into trouble, outrunning ANBU and hiding from her own clansmen when she breaks in to pet the puppies or goad Kiba into playing with her.

Anyone with eyes can see that whatever ill effects were supposed to occur from her containing the nine tails aren't there. She's strong and smart and clever which is even more important than being smart. She regularly beats clan heirs into the dirt and runs circles around whatever poor ANBU has been assigned to watch her.

But Minato and Kushina have never been able to see their daughter properly.

"What are you hiding from me?" she asks Naruto after another training session where she and Sasuke show up clearly having already trained together. She wishes she could spy on them, but it's in the Uchiha compound, which won't let her dogs in, and there's no Uchiha that will betray Naruto.

She grins, arms raised as she stretches her arms above her head. "Me? Hiding things? I'm an open book, Sensei."

Sakura scrunches her nose and Sasuke keeps his face carefully neutral in a way that means he's laughing at her.

Tsume growls at them but lets it go - she has a clan to run and training these brats takes up enough of her time as it is.

Besides. What she doesn't know, she doesn't have to report to the hokage.

Which she's pretty sure is the reason Naruto's not telling her.

Clever girl.

[vivian-pascal]

🍓 Strawberry Cakes 🍓

husband!joel x wife!reader

summary: As you get home you spot an unusual package sitting on the counter, after you take a shower, he shows you the box as a special valentines, and you two use it to your advantage.

warnings: fluff, oral (m!receiving), semi-shower sex, f!fingering, description of dick in sweats, allusions to food sex, praise kink, dirty talk joel, finger sucking, hand job, nipple play, throat fucking, use of daddy

authors note: this story is shorter than i intended!! i was going to write more i just got so worked up with the third chapter of rainy days, i completely forgot. anyways, i hope you enjoy this little drabble and happy valentines day!!

As you walk in through the front door, you see a box on the kitchen counter. "Joel?" You yell inside the house waiting for a reply. His truck isn't in the garage so you assume he must be out. You put your purse on the island and walk over to the counter where the box is.

You look around to make sure no one is watching you before opening the box, there's a hand written note on top of whatever is inside that reads:

'No peaking, i'll be home soon sweet cakes, just ran to the store.'

You roll your eyes and close the box. Damn you Joel. You walk upstairs into the bathroom. You start the shower and begin to get undressed. You hop in and sigh when you feel the warm water hitting your skin. It feels refreshing after a long day, you just wish Joel were here with you to enjoy it.

A few minutes go by with just hearing the water running and the mellow humming of a tune you have in your head. You hadn't realized that someone had walked into the bathroom. The shower curtain opens and you quickly jump when you see it's just Joel.

"What the fuck, you almost gave me a heart attack." He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Ya seem fine t'me darlin'." You scoff and dip your head back to rinse the shampoo from your hair. You shiver as you feel Joel's rough hands on your small waist, trailing little circles just over your hip line.

You could feel his arousal pushing up against your thigh as you open your eyes and he's just mere inches from your face. He leans down and closes the gap between you.

His lips are soft and gentle as they collide with yours. He prods at your lips to allow his tongue access to the inside of your mouth and you let him in. The taste of his tongue makes you moan. You bring both hands to the back of his head and massage his scalp with your nails. He groans at the feeling as he pushes you closer.

His hands begin to trail your body, he moves up to your breast and begins to caress your soft nipple. You moan at the tingly feeling as he moves his mouth down to the side of your neck. He then makes his way down to your breast and begins to suck and bite your nipple.

"Joel." You whine as his other hand begins to move down and in between your thighs. Rubbing soft circles along your clit as you moan and whine at the feeling. He moves his head to your other breast and begins his same actions as before. His fingers trail down to your weeping hole as they tease your entrance.

"Joel please." You beg as he inserts just the tip of his finger. Continuing the movements on your clit and your breasts.

He comes up for air and looks absolutely wrecked. His hair is a mess from all your pulling and his mouth is full of saliva. "Please what?" He asks with a smirk as he inserts one finger all the way into your weeping pussy.

You moan aloud as he begins to move his finger, he then adds a second and latches his mouth onto yours. His fingers begin to move faster as you feel the coil in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten.

"C'mon baby, I can feel your close." You whine at his praises as you brace yourself on his shoulders. You start to pant as you feel the first waves of your orgasm. "There ya go, such a good girl f'me, so good." He kisses you hard as you ride out your high.

His movements come to a slow as you catch your breath. He slowly takes out his fingers and you groan at the lose. He brings them up to your mouth and you open and begin to suck. You close your eyes and moan at your tangy taste.

When he removes his fingers, you take a glimpse down and see his very much erect cock, begging for attention. You look him in the eyes while grabbing onto his hard member.

He groans and closes his eyes. You begin to move your hand up and down along his shaft. You bring your thumb over the tip a few times which sends him moaning aloud. "Baby-" He groans when you begin to get on your knees.

You remove your hand and begin to kiss along his cock. Giving little kitten lips all the way from the base to the tip. You wrap your lips around his head and suck. "Oh fuck." He grabs onto the back of your head and begins to thrust into your mouth. "Your throat feels so fucking good baby." You moan around his at the praise which sends his eyes rolling back, leaving his mouth agape.

"Oh shit, shit, fuck." He quickly pulls you off of him, regaining his breath. You look up at him with doe eyes. "Whats wrong daddy?" He closes his eyes and groans at the term. You can physically see his cock throb. He opens his eyes and begins to rub his thumb across your cheek. "Just wanna come inside ya is all." He gives you an assuring smile while helping you up.

As you both walk into your bedroom, you put on one of Joel's shirts and some booty shorts, Joel puts on a tight gray shirt and some sweats. You can't help but look at his cock in those pants. You can easily see its hard and there's even a tiny stain of precum that you would love to lick up.

As you both walk downstairs, you walk towards the couch and sit down. Joel walks into the kitchen and brings the box over. "Hey, eyes up here." He points to his eyes then back to yours. He sits down next to you and puts the box on the coffee table.

"Happy Valentines sugar." He smiles at you as you begin to open it. When you lift the lid, your mouth drops. "Joel! This is gorgeous!" You squeal in excitement. It's a heart shaped cake with beautiful flowers embroidered through the icing. In the middle it has hand written words.

'Happy valentines day to the woman of my dreams. We have made so many memories together and i can't imagine a life without you. I cherish every moment we spend together and will hold you in my heart forever.'

You begin to get teary as you read the words. Joel moves closer and wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder.

"Oh Joel." You say sniffling and turning around to straddle him. You bring your face to nuzzle into his neck and begin to cry. You sit up with teary eyes and kiss him. "Joel, that is so sweet." You lean down and give him another kiss. He wipes your eyes with his thumbs and strokes your hair.

You look down at the cake, then back to Joel. You smirk as the idea pops into your head. "Whats goin on in that little brain of yours sweetheart?" He grins and watches as you move to get off of him.

"I've got a valentines for you too Joel." You begin to walk to the stairs. "Bring the cake too, wouldn't want that to go to waste now would we?" You turn around and give him a smirk. He stands up and grins as he grabs the cake. "Oh yeah honey, Whatcha got in mind?" He follows you up the stairs and down the hall.

"The cake might need some more icing, don't you think?"

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@iamsherlocked-1998 @pinkcrystal44 @tupelomiss @simplewanderer @ursagittariusgirlfriend @amyispxnk @livingonthehems

[diodellet]

Advanced Happy Valentine’s Day, bestie!! For your event, can I pls request Capitano #9, Pantalone #13, and Dottore #20?? I’ll let you decide if you want to attack me with sugar or spice (*´꒳`*)

💌Capitano + Prompt #9 ("When I am with you I am real." (x)

Some days, you find yourself reminiscing about your past. The time before you were brought to Snezhnaya. Those days felt no different from the fairytales you liked to immerse yourself in, at times unpleasant to remember, but ultimately, just a dream. A mere memory. And isn’t that a good thing? To leave your lonely past behind?

Unbeknownst to you, the Captain finds himself caught off-kilter in the precious idyllic moments that he shares with you. The rare light of your smile is warm, a ray of sunlight gently erasing any trace of the ever-present ice that permeated Snezhnaya. And isn’t that a good thing too? To be reminded of his own fallibility as a human, as a man with a cherished lover? No amount of prestige, no title, nor victory could hold as much weight as the simple joy of being able to return to your side.

You’re currently seated in his lap, reading a newly purchased anthology of classic Fontaine fairytales, artfully translated into Snezhnayan. Capitano has one arm around your waist, he has already reached the end of the page. He estimates that you’ll turn to the next one in a few more moments. Or you could just ask him to help you translate that difficult paragraph.

But he won’t overstep.

“...Poor girl,” you whisper, flipping the page and adjusting your hold on the book.

“Why do you say that?” Capitano asks,

“...Isn’t it obvious? She died, cold and hungry. It’s pitiful.” And in that response, there is a note of self-derision.

He can’t disagree with that observation. “That is how she appears to onlookers in the end.” Capitano’s free hand encompasses yours as he helps you hold up the book. “Though one cannot disregard her joy in her final moments, however fleeting it was.” 

Was it so wrong to linger in—no, to savor—this dreamlike reality?

You’re silent for a while, hand resting limply in his. Until he feels your fingertips skim the lines of his palm before loosely entangling with his. “I suppose one cannot.”

💌Pantalone + Prompt #13 ("If soulmates do exist, they’re not found, they’re made."(x) ++mild spice (of the body worship variety) if you squint

It should be a marker of praise, it should make you feel pleased to hear passersby and acquaintances and business associates praising you as the Regrator’s wife. 

And you do, you muster a gracious smile in response. Press yourself against Pantalone’s side and hope that the rest of your body language doesn’t give away the pinprick of nervousness that passes through you.

They sounded just like when you first got engaged. Devoid of well-wishes, a mere platitude.

Your husband is the epitome of grace and propriety, effortlessly redirecting the conversation to the hosts. Asking about their recent vacation and laughing politely at the same anecdotes they’ve rehashed for the third time. 

(Yours, in comparison, sounds weak, strained, fake.)

You feel the slightest reassuring squeeze against your hand. There’s a flicker of something gentle in Pantalone’s gaze as he glances over at you and that’s enough for you to recenter yourself.

It is in the safety of your home that you can let yourself breathe. Only in his touch do you find solace as his partner. It doesn’t matter whether or not you’re completely bare in his company. When he lays his ungloved palms against your body, the buzz of your thoughts and the holes in your memories all fade away.

An amused smile quirks at Pantalone’s lips as he pulls away from the tender kiss you share. You apologize out of reflex.

His expression softens. “No, no need for that, my dear. I was merely… surprised with your sudden affection.”

“You… you’re not mad about a while ago?” 

Pantalone hushes you, stopping your self-admonishment. “The event is already over. You do not have to worry about it anymore.” The rough, callused skin of his hands sends a shiver through your frame. “Will you let me reward you?” he asks.

At your small nod, his touch drifts lower.

Yes, all that mattered was entrusting yourself to him.

💌Dottore + Prompt #20 ("They say we are asleep until we fall in love."(x)

Alongside the lantern’s light, there are fireflies dotting the landscape and edge of the water’s surface. Right in front of you is a Nilotpala Lotus in full bloom under the moonlight. This specimen isn’t as large as its neighbors, but there’s something in the gentle glow that it emits…

“You were supposed to return ten minutes ago.” A sharp voice calls from behind you.

“Gah!” In your surprise, your pencil drops into the water. Shame coating your expression, you turn to face Dottore. Whatever excuse you had prepared dies in your throat. 

“...Well?” He isn’t donning his Fatui mask. 

“I already completed my other objectives…” And you got a bit nostalgic on the way back to the lab. Which was half-true, surprisingly. Returning to the rainforests of Sumeru ended up becoming more pleasant than you expected.

“...Hm. I did not think you would be so keen on revisiting Nilotpala lotuses.” Dottore muses, somehow your sketchpad had transferred into his hands.

“Hey—those aren’t finished!” And even as you protest, your superior easily dodges your attempts to grab it back. “They’re just some useless doodles!”

At that, Dottore lightly taps the back of your sketchpad against the top of your head. “I will be the judge of that, my dear assistant.”

This felt no different from the all-nighters you used to spend with Zandik. Trailing after him like a dog as he marked your notes, inevitably submitting to the call of the night and letting him hear out your worries, and of course, the brief moment of complete lucidity, fatigue siphoned from your bones, feeling like you were the sole inhabitants of the world.

“Your attention to detail is exquisite,” he remarks in a soft voice, lightly tracing the lines of your sketch with a finger, careful not to smudge the graphite.

Your annoyance wanes, leaving warmth in its absence. “Thanks…” You glance back at the blossom, small but humming with light. An insignificant, inconsequential part of nature, yet utterly free and alive.

You’ve never been more glad to bear witness.

a/n: AHIHI HAPPY VALENTINES DAY BESTIE!! i hope i did the darlings and the fatchooey harbingers justice with dis meager writing, augh... u jus had to pick the prompts that were most free to interpret 🥴🥴 (thus i have chosen to attack with sugar and spice HA!)

[watermelonlovershigh]

Valentines Day Surprise (SMUT)

AN: this is an AU world so keep that in mind when reading this. also sorry this is a few days late from actual valentines. it took so long to write and i work alot so it took a while to complete. hope you don't mind. enjoyyyyy!!!

This story contains: tons of fluff, fingering in a bathtub, soft sex in bed, then more fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - three kids }

word count- 2,796

After a long shift at the hospital, you come home thinking you were going to get into the shower and be off to sleep, but your husband Harry has a surprise for you beings its Valentines Day.

Harry is a stay-at-home dad while you work at your local hospital. Some people look at your family dynamic and dislike the way you do things, but for you and Harry it works out great. Harry loves to stay home each day and take care of the kids and you usually love your job as a nurse at the hospital. Key word, usually.

Like today for instance. Today is Valentine's Day and you knew you had to unfortunately work but until eleven at night, that's what you didn't know. Around five in the afternoon you called Harry and told him you'd be getting home late tonight and he was so understanding. He knows that your hours at the hospital can change quickly due to short staffing problems.

When you finally got off work and settled in your car, the only thing on your mind was a hot shower and getting into bed with your husband for sleep. You were exhausted from working a twelve hour shift. Your feet hurt and your back ached. You wish instead of working today you had got to spend a romantic night with Harry because it's Valentines Day, but maybe next year you'll get the holiday off.

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After what felt like forever, you eventually make it to your house. You expect to walk into a dark house because everyone should be sleeping, with maybe a covered plate of food on the counter from the dinner Harry cooked for him and the kids earlier, but as you step in the front door you realize you have a surprise waiting on you.

You look over to the left where the kitchen is at and see your little breakfast nook decorated with a red table cloth, a candle in the center of the table, two glasses of wine, and two plates of hot food. You're confused at first but then see your husband round the corner with a happy smile on his face. "Hello m'love," Harry walks over for a hug to greet you, "you're finally home. Made you dinner."

Retracting from the hug, you mutter confusedly, "Har.... Harry what is all this? It's almost midnight. Thought you'd be asleep."

"Baby, it's Valentine's Day. You didn't think I wouldn't treat m'wife on such occasions did you?" Harry coos back with love clearly in his demeanor. And wow do you love him back. He's probably so tired from chasing your three to eight year olds around the house all day. Not to mention the cleaning he had to do around the house and the cooking, baths, and bedtimes. But Harry still choose to stay up until you got home from work to make the last hour of Valentine's Day special for you.

Harry leads you over to the table set up and pulls your chair out for you. "Babe, let me change first. I stink of hospital." you argue but he isn't having any of that.

"Nonsense, you can change and bath after we eat. You smell and look fine." he replies and you decide not to push the argument further. Though you are exhausted and want out of your dirty scrubs asap, you're very much appreciative of this little dinner set up that he worked so hard on.

The next twenty minutes or so is filled with eating the lovely meal Harry prepared for you, laughter, and small touches of affection. As well as Harry gushing about the promise of making every Valentines special for you for the rest of your lives. And once you were finished, Harry blew out the candle that sat on the table and placed your plates in the dishwasher for the night. You were about to head up the stairs to begin getting ready for bed when Harry stopped you.

"Wait a minute," he quietly calls out, "I've got you another surprise. Follow after me." Amazed at all the dedication Harry put into tonight, you follow after him up the stairs and into your bedroom. The bedroom looks pretty much how it always does except very clean with the bed covers neatly folded back. You're about to question where the next surprise was when he leads you into the ensuite bathroom located inside your bedroom.

When you enter, you see something that nearly brings tears to your eyes. "Harry," you whisper aloud, "you didn't have to do all this. Wow, oh my God!" You look around the bathroom that's dimly light and see a bathtub filled with warm water and bubbles.

Harry steps forward and wraps his arms around your body from behind. Then while laying his head on your shoulder and placing a kiss to the side of your neck, he responds, "Course I did. Love you lots and wanted to treat you after your long day at work. Plus, once again, it's Valentine's Day. Gotta take care of m'wife on such days."

Before the water gets any cooler, Harry graciously begins to help you strip from your hospital scrubs before removing his own clothes as well. Once you're both naked, he leads you over to the tub and gets in first so that he can help you settle in front of him. You lean against his tattooed body and sigh out in relief at how relaxing this feels on your sore muscles.

To add to your relaxation, Harry reaches up and starts to massage your neck and shoulders. You almost let a moan slip out from how great his touch feels. You start collecting your hair in your hands and twist it into a bun on the top of you head, securing it with a hair tie you had on your wrist. "This is nice." you tell your caring husband behind you.

He leans in to peck a gentle kiss behind your ear and whispers, "Hmm, glad you like my Valentines surprise." His low speaking sends chills down your spine. Right after your little shiver, you begin feeling Harry's hands migrate down from your shoulders and to your chest. He first gages your reaction and when he sees no resistance on your face, Harry takes his pink nailed fingers and ghosts them over your sensitive nipples.

"Fuck!" you quietly moan out, not wanting your kids to awake. You toss your head back onto your husbands shoulder and allow him to roam your body as he pleases. As Harry stimulates your nipples under the water, he realizes you're clenching your thighs together and he can't be having you do all that. So while one hand stays on your breast, his other hand slides down your belly eventually makes it down to your thigh.

He gives your thigh a gentle tap and you know he's silently instructing you to open your legs. So you lift your legs up so your feet are pressed flat to the tub floor and spread your legs open for him. With now having enough room, Harry drops his hand to between your legs and the real pleasure begins.

His soft ringless fingers roam your prickly pussy, from having trimmed your pubic hair about a week ago, and you gasp when you feel him prode your hole. Harry swirls the tip of his index finger at your entrance and moans himself when he feels how slick you are, even under the water. "You're so fuckin' wet, love. All because of me?"

You nod your head against Harry's shoulder blade and cry out when his slick fingers are brought up to toy with your swelling clit. He starts to rub your clit from under the sudsy bath water and you nearly melt straight through his body with how good you feel. You rarely get time to yourselves anymore. With you working long hours and having kids that need attention, you're usually limited to quickies and sleepy fucks late at night or early in the mornings from under the covers.

Though you aren't complaining about how you usually have sex or get sexual with one another, Harry taking his time with you right now is fantastic. He edges you when he stops the simulation to your clit but soon is sliding his middle finger inside your hole. His fingers are thick and long and feel great inside your tight pussy. "Ah, oh fuck." you moan.

When his finger is fully inside, Harry turns it around and curls it up before asking, "Yeah, am I makin' you feel good? Treatin' your pussy right on Valentines Day."

Through heavy breaths and closed eyes, you mutter, "Yes, so good." Harry decides one isn't enough and pushes his ring finger inside you too. The stretch is even more then before and when his fingers start fucking in and out of you a bit faster, your body starts to tremble and shake. Then right when you feel on the cusp of your orgasm, you start grinding your clit into the palm of Harry's hand and that's what pushes you over the edge.

He can feel your walls contracting around his fingers and to hold you as still as possible, he loops his other hand right under your boobs to keep you secure against his body. Harry fingers you through your orgasm until you jump away from his touch because you're overly sensitive. He slowly pulls his fingers out of your pussy and coos words of endearment in your ear to help bring you back to earth.

After a few minutes, you notice the hard lump pressed into your lower back and realize Harry is painfully hard right now. You turn your body around slightly in the water and say, "Want me to ride you? Help with your, you know, hard problem."

Harry giggles and answers, "Not in here, baby. Let's get you washed up and if you're still in the mood we can shag in bed where it's more comfy, m'kay." You nod an okay and the actual bath begins.

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After Harry helped wash your hair and body, he got you both out the tub and dried off. Then once you brushed your teeth, the two of you finally crawled into the nicely made bed and the love making begins. If you both weren't so tired and had the house to yourselves you would have made the sex more special with some toys and loud, passionate moans. But just some simple missionary will do for tonight.

Once under the covers, Harry rolls on top of you and questions, "Are you still wet enough or do we need lube?"

With a sleepy smile, you retort, "Why don't you find out." And that Harry does. He dips his hand between your naked bodies and feels around your sensitive pussy, coming to the conclusion you are in fact still wet from the fingering that took place in the bathtub.

"Shit, love that you're still wet f'me. Pussy's begging for m'cock, huh?" Harry whispers and starts to position his tip at your entrance. No matter how many times you've had sex, you still can't get over how it feels when he first slides in.

"Ugh, mhm!" you whine while nodding your head and grasping at his back. After he's filled you up all the way, Harry settles his body flushed to yours to feel closer to you. Plus his muscles aren't that strong this late in the night. "Move, baby. You can move." you encourage and he listens.

Harry pulls his hips back with his knees bent and pressing into the mattress, then slowly pushes them forward again, meeting your hips as they collide. With his arms around your head, he lifts his head up so its hovering over your face. He looks down and admires your beautiful blissed out face. Harry leans down and presses his lips to yours. You catch on quickly and join in on the kiss.

The kiss is very heated the longer it continues and it's mostly filled with panting breaths. Your bodies are getting sticky from sweat and it's making it harder to rock your bodies together as smoothly as you started out but it still feels great. Eventually fatigue begins setting in Harry's muscles and he's dying for you to come so he can come. So he pulls his mouth away from yours and questions, "Are you close, love? Need you to come."

Trying to keep your moans as quiet as possible, you look up at his straining face and answer, "Ye...yeah. S...so close." Knowing what will pull the trigger on your orgasm, Harry slides his hand down between your bodies and starts to rub over your sensitive clit for you. You immediately start clenching around his cock.

As your hands claw at his muscular back, you heave, "Oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming." Harry focuses on his thrusting to make sure he's hitting just the right spot for you and his fingers continue to stimulate your clitoris. Your orgasm washes over you so deeply that you swear you black out for a few seconds.

Your mind has gone blank and all you can feel is Harry's touch and your muscles intensely contracting with your release. But eventually it starts to fade and you can feel Harry coming inside of you. His face drops to your shoulder blade and he lets out deep grunts while trembling over your body. You rub up and down his back to sooth him. Then the room becomes silent besides the sounds of heavy breathing.

Neither one of you want to move a muscle from the activities that just took place but you want to get some sleep and know you can't risk getting a UTI. You tap on Harry's shoulder and ask quietly, "Can you carry me to the toilet? Need to pee your cum out."

Harry sits up, remaining inside you still, and coos, "But what if I wanted to stay in you all night? Keep my cock and cum nice and warm in there."

"You know we can't. I don't want an infection. Now hurry before I wet your dick and the bed with my piss." You know Harry was just joking about staying inside you all night because he takes aftercare very seriously. Reluctantly, he slowly pulls out of your tight hole and shuffles off the bed. He then reaches over to lift your body up and carries you bridal style to the bathroom.

Harry sets you on the toilet and walks out of the bathroom to allow you some privacy. He goes over to your dresser and grabs him and yourself fresh underwear and you an old t-shirt to sleep in. Before he can return to you, he sees you wobbling out the bathroom door very naked still and rushes over towards you. "Baby, I would have carried you back to the bed. Don't want you fallin' over with how shaky your legs are." Fuck, how did you get so lucky with the perfect husband.

"I know and thank you. You're too sweet to me." you reply and sit down in the edge of the bed. Harry comes up to you and helps dress you in the clean panties and shirt. He hasn't put his underwear on yet so his soft penis is right in front of you and you smile.

"What?" Harry asks with a sleepy smile plastered on his face. "What's got you all smiley?"

Looking up, you explain with a tired drawl in your voice, "Just, just remembering back to when we first started dating and you were so embarrassed the first time I caught glimpse of your dick soft. Said something like it looks all small (though not small even when soft) and wrinkly when it's not hard. And now you don't give a fuck. Letting it swing around limply between your legs."

Harry lets out a quiet laugh before speaking, "Yeah, well we are married now. Been married for years. And we have kids together. Not much I am embarrassed for you to see. You've seen me cry, you've seen me be violently sick, and you've seen my entire body inside and out."

While Harry finally pulls up his own briefs, you mutter as you turn to get into bed straight, "It's called unconditional love, babe. You know I'd never judge you and that I love you no matter what. Love all of you, even your soft wrinkly dick."

Harry moves around the bed after he's dressed and turns off the lamp before sliding under the duvet with you. Instead of waiting for you to come to him, he shuffles over to your body and rests his head on your chest. You love when Harry gets like this. All soft and cuddly. He lets out a yawn before whispering, "Love you unconditionally, too. You're my forever Valentine."

Right before drifting off to sleep, you whisper back, "And you're my forever Valentines, too."

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coffee and kisses | sungchan

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: husband!sungchan and wife!reader

೫ summary: sungchan makes you breakfast plus a lil special something

೫ genre/word count: fluff and slightly suggestive at the end! 664 words!

೫ author’s note: this honestly could be longer, but i'm happy with this fr 🤭 hehe i hope you find this as cute as i did

6:30 am -

It was far too early for anything. You'd never been an early riser, but your husband never failed to wake up and make coffee, even while it was still dark out. There was a distinct smell of fresh waffles in the air as you groggily rubbed your eyes. "Mhm, love? What time is it?" Blinking a few times, you adjust to waking up, pulling your blanket over yourself.

"I made you a coffee, darling. And some waffles." Sungchan's voice was soft as he pressed a light kiss on your forehead. Reaching down, he turned on your bedside light. You look down at the plate on the table. It was a classic, something you've always enjoyed: waffles with syrup, cream, and strawberries served with a warm cup of coffee. Picking up the fork, you gently stab a stray strawberry, shoving it in your mouth.

You finish chewing, now fully awake before complimenting your husband. "Oh. That was delicious." Sungchan laughs, eyes crinkling at the edges, the kind of laugh that even after a year of marriage, you could never get tired of. "Hahaha, but love, you only had a strawberry!" Slapping his shoulder, you let out a giggle, teasing him that you'll get to it and there's such a thing called savoring.

The sky outside was less dark now, an almost light grey, blending into blue. The sun had yet to show itself, and you hummed happily as you took a sip from the coffee. He smiles, happy that you like the coffee, but he just wants you to try his waffles. "Do you want me to feed you?" The words spill out of his lips as though it's the most normal thing in the world. You raise your eyebrows at him as he picks the fork up, a perfect bite of the waffle in front of your closed mouth.

"Say ahhhh." You open your mouth, slowly chewing the waffle, savoring the bite. It had a homey taste with a slight hint of vanilla extract and butter. What you didn't realize, was the excess cream on the side of your lips. "Mhmph-" you finish the bite, swallowing it, before continuing, "Woah. Channie, I didn't know you were so good at making waffles!"

He lets out a laugh, leaning forward to bring his hand to cup your cheek. There was one thing about you that he absolutely loved about you: your moles. He swears that he believed it was true when you joked that you were kissed by angels and that’s how your moles appeared. There was one under your eye and one right beneath your lower lip. He knew there were more on various parts of your body, and he memorized each one as though there would be an exam on them any day now. That was months ago, and he still remembers where each of your moles are.

Looking into your eyes, he licks his lips, a little mischievous glint in his gaze. “Hm? Oh, love…it looks like you forgot some cream on your lips.” You feel heat rising on your cheeks as he captures your lips in his. He brings another hand to your cheek, so now both of his hands are on your cheeks. Kisses with Sungchan were always so gentle, yet filled with unspoken desire. You melted as he swiped his tongue past your lips, your mind becoming hazy. After what felt like hours but was actually minutes, he pulls away as you whine, wishing he could keep kissing you.

"Sorry but remember love, I have work." He gets up, smirking, knowing that you want more. The food on your table is most likely cold by now, but you didn't care. All you wanted was your husband back in bed with you. Making sure to give you one last kiss, he grabs his bag, but not before adding, "Be a good girl and wait for me. I promise I'll reward you as many times as you like when I get home."

[aoioozora]

Valentine

Content: Elias Walker x Daughter! Reader, good ol' daddy-daughter fluff, all wholesome Word count: 2.7k Note: People with daddy issues are gonna love this (I hope) lol. Enjoy!

Elias thought that having two boys was enough children but when Mama Walker wanted to have one more, he thought "well, why not make my wife happy?" and so they tried again.

Nine months later in the delivery room, the nurse announced gleefully that Mama Walker had given birth to a girl.

A girl!

Elias was pleasantly surprised. He thought he'd have another boy, but a girl... His mind was buzzing when the nurse brought the swaddled baby to him. He took the child in his arms, carefully holding her just like he did his two little boys who came before her. But holding her was different. It was a girl. A sweet little angel. He stared at the newborn with awe. A girl. He'd never considered what having a girl would be like. He was a guy's guy, rough and tough officer in the military. But now, he was face to face with a little girl; her tiny little face and her even tinier hands and feet, and her wail signifying life. His heart melted.

Mama Walker, in the hospital bed, wished she would have taken a photo of the sight.

He'd keep looking at his little baby girl every day from her first sight to her first steps to her first words. He doted on her like a mother hen, beaming at Mama Walker and their two sons at every milestone. Being a girl dad, he loved it more than he expected.

Watching you grow up was bittersweet. You'd cry about mean boys and girls in your class, and then worry about pimples and period stains and cramps, about your grades, about crushes that didn't like you back. It was a rollercoaster of emotions raising a little girl to become a young woman.

But the most painful thing for him to see was you sad or crying.

Valentine's day had come and both your elder brothers had left the house to go on dates with their girlfriends, leaving you at home lonely and sad. It was a huge blow to your esteem that no boy ever looked your way, and so you sat in your room, sulking and playing video games to distract yourself.

Elias had just walked out of your room after checking on you and he sighed heavily as he stepped downstairs, thinking of what he could do to cheer you up. He saw Mama Walker in the kitchen, taking care of some dishes. Pursing his lips, he called out,

"Honey, I'm going to the store for a bit. You want anything?"

Mama gave him a small list of things and he set out.

Not too long later, while you were now reading a romance novel in bed throwing yourself a pity-party, there was a knock on your door.

"Come in," you called out unenthusiastically.

"Open the door for me, will you?" came your dad's voice.

You lazily hauled yourself off your bed and opened the door. "What's up-"

Your words stopped in their tracks when you saw your dad right in front of you, suited up, his grey hair neatly combed, and holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He looked a little embarrassed, but determined.

"You wanna go on a date with me?" he asked, grinning widely.

Your jaw laxed as you stared at him. "What...?"

"It's Valentine's day," he replied, standing up straight and resisting the urge to cross his arms and shift his weight on one leg to hit the dad pose, "I want to take you out."

A smile broke your tired, sullen face. "Take me out?" you asked teasingly, poking his shoulder, "You're not talking about those training sessions where you take us out, are you?"

"No, no, not at all," he shook his head, chuckling. He was about to order you to get dressed but he cleared his throat and instead asked as he held the bouquet out to you, "So, what will it be? Do you want to go on a date with me?"

You accepted the flowers with an emphatic, "Yes!"

Elias headed downstairs to wait for you while you got dressed in your best outfit. He whispered to Mama that the plan had worked and she couldn't help but give her husband a big fat kiss for being the sweetest.

When you finally came downstairs, your mother gushed at how beautiful you looked. Elias stood up from the couch where he was seated, watching you descend; he was almost transported back to the 90s when he was dating your mother, for you looked so much like her.

"Dad?" you called, wondering why he looked so dazed.

He blinked, snapping back to reality. "Oh, sorry," he inhaled, smiling, "I was just thinking of how much you look like your mother," he explained, fondly looking at his wife, who smiled back at him. He turned back to you and stepped closer, held your face in his calloused hands and gave you a loving, fatherly kiss to your forehead, before putting his hands on your shoulders and exclaiming, "You look wonderful."

You could only smile and grin. Mama watched fondly, finding it funny how he roughhoused his sons but treated his daughter like she was gold. He had a soft spot for his boys, but an even softer spot for his girl. 

After taking a photo of both of you, Mama saw you and Elias at the door. "Have fun, both of you!" she called, smiling as she watched her husband escort their daughter to the car and open the door for her.

"See you soon, mom!" you waved. Your dad also waved at her and then drove off.

"So, where are you taking me?" you asked, grinning excitedly.

"Sit tight, darling. You'll see," he chuckled at your enthusiasm. "Consider this a date, but also consider this an example of what you should look for in a good man, do you understand?"

You nodded. He smiled at you and then turned to the road, sighing. "You're growing so fast..." he said in a tone that was bittersweet.

"Daaaad," you chide him playfully, "Come on, we're out here to have a good time, not a sad time."

He let out another chuckle. "Sorry, I just..." he looked at you again and pinched your cheek lightly, "You'll know when you're a parent yourself."

You rolled your eyes, smiling at how much he doted on you. Sitting back, you watched the lighted lamp posts fly past you and then glanced at your father, who was concentrating on the road. The brief silence was comfortable, and you felt so lucky to have a father like him. He had his shortcomings, but you knew he had your best interest in mind. And to see him go out of his way to take you out when he didn't have to just showed you how much he cared.

He soon pulled into a parking spot in front of a rather fancy looking restaurant. He stopped you from opening your door, and quickly got out of his seat to open it for you, just like a proper man should.

You smilingly got out and he held out his arm to you. You giggled as you slipped your hand into his arm. "You're going all out, aren't you?"

He nodded emphatically. "Of course. You must know how to identify a good man who will care for you," he began to lead the way to the restaurant, "And if he doesn't at least go out of his way to do little things like these, he's no good. Have some high standards."

You took mental note of his advice as he opened the door for you, gesturing you to enter first. It was wonderfully gratifying to you to experience this; you'd see him treat your mother the same way, and you longed for someone to do the same to you. Even if it was just your father for now, it made you beam as you entered.

Elias was relieved to see your change of mood. He led you to a table which he thought was the best ventilated, lighted, and had the best view of the outdoors, hoping it would make you happier. It did. You loved the window seats.

As both of you scoured through the menu, he said, "Get anything you like. Now, because I'm your dad, I'll buy you whatever you want from this menu, but remember, on an actual date with a guy who is paying for the meal, be considerate and never order the most expensive dish. Order something that would be reasonable." He paused, looking through the prices of the dishes, "Unless he's rich and insists on you getting something else." He gives you a playful wink.

You chuckled, nodding. After both of you had placed your orders, you sat back and asked, "Should the guy always pay for the meal on a date?"

He took a thoughtful sip from his glass of water. Letting out a sigh, he said, "Well, I was raised traditional, so I would say that the man should pay for the meal on a date, since he's the provider." He paused and crossed his arms pensively, "On my dates with your mother, I always paid, even if she insisted on paying sometimes. It didn't feel right to me, because I wanted to show her I could take care of her.” He then looked at you. “But times are changing. I hear that women want to pay for dates too. That should be something you decide with your future partner.”

Your meals soon came as the conversation continued over them. Your dad thoroughly enjoyed his medium-rare steak, veggies, and mashed potatoes, approvingly nodding and humming. When he saw you slowly getting through your meal, he asked, 

“Too much?”

You shook your head. 

“Another piece of advice,” he said, smiling widely, “choose a man who can finish your meal for you when you're full.”

You snorted. “Is that why mom married you?” 

He laughed. “Of course! Your mother has always been conscious about wasting food, so I reassured her by eating whatever she couldn’t eat. And besides, being in the army is a lot of work, so you need a lot of food anyway.”

After the meal and a lovely dessert, both of you headed out, arm in arm again. When he asked you where you wanted to go next, you told him that you wanted to go to the park.

“The park? Are you sure you don’t want to go to the mall and empty my wallet?” he asked teasingly as he strapped on his seatbelt.

You pouted at him and he laughed, remembering the same pout on you whenever he pulled your leg as a toddler. Nothing’s changed, he couldn’t help but think.

He drove you to the park. It was late in the evening, and there were only a few people lounging about and walking around within its confines, and so the two of you comfortably strolled around, enjoying the cool air. 

You made a beeline to the playground and situated yourself right on the swingset, looking at your dad with sparkling eyes, begging him to push you like he always did. 

“You’re a spoiled little brat, aren’t you?” he said with an affectionate scoff as he tramped on the sandy playground and stood behind you, grabbing the thick chains and pulling the swing back.

“That’s all your fault,” you answered with a cheeky smile.

He laughed. That was true. He doted on you and spoiled you rotten, all because you were the youngest and his little girl. He pushed you as hard as he could, and relished in your giggles as you swung high up in the air. 

He pushed again, smiling to himself. He was a Captain, commanded many soldiers with military strictness and nobody could move him; his word was law. But there were only two people in the world who had him all wrapped up around their little fingers: his wife and his daughter.

His mind turned him back to reality and he was still pushing you on the swing, and you were having the time of your life. He soon decided to ease up on the pushing, and then settled on the swing right next to yours, watching your swing lose momentum. 

“Thanks, dad,” you said with a grin, “That was fun!”

He smiled back fondly, watching you gently rocking yourself on the swing once it had slowed down completely. There was a moment of comfortable silence between both of you, until you looked up at him, taking in for a moment how weathered he looked under the harsh white lights of the park, reminding you of how long he’s lived.

“Dad?” you called.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think it’s weird that a grown girl like me still wants to play on the swings?” 

He chuckled. Grown girl. You were a teenager, still a little child to him. But he couldn’t deny that you were growing. It would only be a matter of a couple years before you became a young woman ready to tackle the world. He shifted slightly in his seat.

“I guess some people who are no fun would think it’s childish,” he answered, “But I don’t think so. I think it’s good to have and retain some childlikeness even as you grow up…”

His voice trailed off for a moment to think, and you didn’t interrupt him, sensing that he had more to say. He smiled.

“I know as a teenager, you tend to care about what other people think. But trust me, the sooner you forget to do that, the better. You’ll live life so much better that way.” 

“That feels so hard to do,” you shrugged, “It’s like… I feel so inferior because I’m not like the others… and even more so now that nobody asked me out on a date for Valentine’s day.” Your hands gripped the chains of the swing slightly, “Maybe the boys think I’m too childish, I don’t know.” 

He sighed and gently swung himself, using his feet to push against the ground. “The thing about teenagers, darling,” he began, “a lot of them care about appearing grown and mature, which is expected- they’re growing up, obviously. But what’s not obvious to them is that they’re still children. They will have some childish beliefs that they will eventually wean off.

“Remember, a real guy who truly loves you will not shame you for loving these “childish” things. Any man with real sense will understand that there’s a reason why you love the things you love, so don’t settle for less.

“And besides, I’d rather you grow up a little more before you date. I would not stand to see you dating any of these little, immature boys who would break your heart,” he huffed.

You playfully pouted. “You’re no fun, dad.”

He scoffed. “No fun because I’m looking out for you?”

Both of you shared a laugh, and you couldn’t help but feel so happy that you could safely confide in him and playfully jab at him without being judged or scolded. After a little more conversation, your dad looked at his watch. He slapped his knees and got off the swing with a grunt.

“Right then, I should take you back home before your curfew,” he said, holding out his hand to you, “Because a real man gets you back home at a reasonable hour without worrying your parents.” 

You chuckled, taking his hand. “You’re a real man.”

“That’s why your mom chose me,” he bragged, “Take notes.”

It made you giggle, thinking of how your mom would sometimes gush about her husband to you and your brothers, making the three of you roll your eyes and laugh. The years passing only made them love each other more and more, and you could not have asked for better parents than them. 

Arm in arm once again, he escorted you to the parking lot. As he got in the car after you and strapped on the seatbelt, he asked,

“How about we make this a tradition until you get yourself a boyfriend?”

You smiled widely. “Sure.” Your eyes lingered appreciatively on your father and you said, feeling a surge of affection for him, “I love you, dad.”

He beamed, a bright smile gracing his weathered face. Those words made all the effort and toil he took to raising you worth it. He ruffled your hair. 

“Love you too, kiddo.”

[noforkingclue]

I have this idea with Thomas Shelby trapped in my head that I hope't you won't mind if I ramble a little about

There was a girl he used to see-way back, before the war. He didn't see her, see her-mostly just had eyes for her. Took her to the fair, once, but not much else. He wasn't too pressed when he came back to find her family'd up and moved. Wasn't happy, either, but it wasn't like they were seeing each other. Like he's asked her to stay. Besides, he'd come back dead, anyway.

But then he finds himself in London, at a party, and sees her-sees her across the room, and the moment his eyes settle on hers he feels something ignite in him he'd almost forgotten. Her arms around some man's-he doesn't care. Sure, she's an upstanding girl, but he's Thomas fucking Shelby. Everyone needed him-and he needed her. Needed her like air in his lungs. Didn't matter if she was seeing him, or engaged, or married, Thomas Shelby always gets what he wants.

And sure, she seems a little shy-and while she looks happy to see him, at first, she's not the most receptive to his flirting, until one day, the two of them, he goes to brush some hair from her cheek, or take her hand to dance, or offer her a cigarette, even though he knew she didn't smoke-only for her to flinch away, hands come up to protect herself.

And he knows that look, that fear, and he feels something like hellfire in his veins. Because no one-no man alive-touches what belongs to Thomas Shelby.

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So I made this slightly more ambiguous about whether or not your fiance is abusive or if it's just Tommy's dilusions.

Hope you like the fic!

Title: Dark Promises

Warnings: referenced abusive partner

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It was strange seeing you after all these years.

The war had changed everyone is one way or another. In the back of Tommy’s mind you were still that sweet young girl that he took out on a couple of dates. When he came back, alive in some ways but deader in other, part of him wanted to find you. Wanted to pull you into his arms and wish that you would breathe some life back into him.

But he couldn’t bring himself to.

He couldn’t ruin your life.

What he wasn’t expecting was to see you at the party he was attending, dressed in silk and your arm linked around another man’s. Your eyes locked with his and a flash of recognition passed across your face. You tapped the man on his arm as you led him towards Tommy.

And introduced him as you fiancé.

That word left and uneasy feeling in the pit of Tommy’s stomach. An unpleasant coiling feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. It wasn’t jealousy, it couldn’t be. He wasn’t jealous of a man who had you on his arm.

He couldn’t be.

You fiancé was actually useful. He had important contacts that Tommy could make use of in order to further his business interested in London. When you realised that Tommy noticed how you smile tightened and the way your fiancé’s grip tightened on you.

This was certainly going to be interesting.

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By going into business with your future husband Tommy was brought into much closer contact with you. He spent more time with you then he ever had before the war. He enjoyed your quiet and pleasant company. He wanted to see you more. He wanted to be the person you waited for in the evening. Who you held in your arms at night. For you to love him just as you did all those years ago.

He was Thomas Shelby and he wanted you in every way possible. He was going to get you in one way or another and that man you called your fiancé wasn’t going to stand in his way. All he needed to do was to show you that he was a better man than you fiancé.

Which from what he saw wasn’t going to be difficult.

Tommy saw the way you avoided talking to, not just him, but other man. The way you flinched whenever someone raised their voice slightly. Poorly hidden dark circles under your eyes, which you softly claimed were due to a lack of sleep. When Tommy had you he’d make sure to never treat you like that. He’d treat you in the way you deserved to be and he’d make sure to make up for all the lost time. He just needed to persuade you to come with him.

You shook as Tommy cornered you against the wall, a dark glint in his eye. He was well aware of his reputation and there was no way that you hadn’t heard of it. He wasn’t surprised (although a little disappointed) that you were so afraid of him. He raised a hand and gently grazed it against your cheek. You closed your eyes and turned your head away. Tommy took a step closer, further trapped your body against his and the wall.

“It’s ok,” he said, his lips brushing against your cheek, “I’m going to help you.”

“W… what do you mean.”

“Your fiancé.” Tommy resisted the urge to roll his eyes

“N… no,” your voice shook and your eyes widened in panic, “y… you don’t understand. He’s… he’s a good man.”

“No he’s not,” Tommy’s hands cupped your cheeks and he forced you to look up at him, “but don’t worry. He’s not going to hurt you ever again.”

[glossyblue]

BUY YOU A FLOWER SHOP

glossyblue: hi, I hope you are well, this time I came with Son Heung Min, enjoy it:) 🩵 *english is not my first language* Summary: When you thought your husband had forgotten about you and wasn't going to wish you a happy International Women's Day. pairing: son heung min × y/n

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From this morning, you were busy responding to the Women's Day congratulations messages. It was International Women's Day and everywhere was filled with various posts and congratulations. You were sure that Sonny had also understood this matter, but you knew your husband well; he wasn't very into these things and didn't show much reaction. Even on Valentine's Day, he just said congratulations and tried to make time for you in his busy schedule. The only time he planned and bought a gift was on your birthday, but you didn't know what his reaction would be on the first year of your married life on Women's Day! You had seen several posts from his teammates in Tottenham who had bought gifts for their wives and girlfriends and congratulated them, but there was no news from Sonny... You looked at the screen of your phone with the name "Sonny" on it and answered, "Yes, Sonny?" In a calm voice, he said, "Where are you?" "At home." "good, I wanted to say that I'll be late tonight after training, I have to go to my friend's house. Don't wait for me and eat your dinner." "Okay, take care of yourself." "bye, love."

You felt a little upset, but you thought that continuing like this wouldn't change anything. So, you decided not to ruin the rest of your day and have a good time. Because you had been such a strong woman during this time, you decided to celebrate.You put on the new clothes you had just bought and took good care of yourself. You decided to spend your time in the streets and cafes of London. You went to a cafe that you really liked and ordered a piece of chocolate cake and your favorite coffee. You enjoyed the orders and the view in front of you and had a small celebration.

Then you went to the shops and did some shopping for things you needed, including delicious and cute snacks! You entertained yourself and also bought the necessary ingredients for cooking a delicious dinner. Then you went back home to prepare dinner as quickly as possible.

While cooking, you heard a noise of door. you wasn't sure who it could be; it definitely wasn't Sonny. So, who had come to visit you? You went to the door and opened it, seeing Maria's face made you hug her out of happiness. You said, "Where have you been? I missed you, your trip took so long." Maria laughed and said, "First let me come inside." You let her into the house and sit on the couch. "My trip took a while but it was good, I just arrived yesterday. I was so tired, slept all day, but I couldn't bear it anymore, so I thought I should go see my friend now." "You did a good thing." You were so happy to see your friend after 3 months that you forgot to take the bouquet of flowers from her hand. You asked, "Is this for me?" "Of course, you know today is Women's Day, right?" "Yeah, happy Women's Day and thank you for the flowers." You took the flowers in your hand, smelled them, and started posing with them as if a camera was on you.

You looked at her with the sound of Maria's phone camera, and said to her in surprise, "Did you take a picture?" "Yes, you look very nice. " You went closer to her and said, "Let me see." She said, "You'll see it later, tell me what are you doing now?" "I'm cooking." Maria looked around and said, "So where is Sonny?" You took a deep breath and said, "at friend's house, he has some work, you know when he has a match tomorrow, he spends a lot of time with his teammates and talks." Maria shook her head and said, "So he's coming late tonight? And you're alone?" You didn't say anything and hugged Maria tightly. You spent the rest of the night eating dinner, washing dishes, and talking until Maria went home and said goodbye.

You were so tired and yet couldn't sleep. It meant that you wanted to sleep and were tired, but you waited for Sonny. So, you decided to sit on your bed and entertain yourself with your phone until your husband came. You opened your Instagram and were confronted with a post that made your heart beat faster. Was it Sonny? Your husband? Had he posted about you? The same picture that Maria took of you? Son Heung Min didn't show his wife's face much, but now what happened? You had a lot of questions, but at the same time, you wanted to bang your head against the wall out of extreme happiness.

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tagged 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 liked by 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 and 567,789 others. 𝗵𝗺_𝘀𝗼𝗻7 I may not tell you everday that you mean the world to me but you do. The day you stepped into my life you changed it into sth beautiful and meaningful. I want to see you win and happy, i want to help you and see you succed. I'm your biggest fan and i'll be with you every single step of the way. Love you❤️🌸

You were so happy! With sparkling eyes of excitement, you called your husband he said, "My beautiful wife, did you like your flowers?" You laughed and wholeheartedly replied, "Very much, why didn't you tell me?" "I couldn't come, but when I found out Maria had returned, I decided to ask her for help so that at least the flowers I got for you would reach you." You laughed and said, "Thank you, they are very beautiful." Your laughter energized him and he said, "If you're going to be this happy, with a bunch of flowers from now on, I'll buy you a flower shop."

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