#she always have to be snuggled against us/ touching us 🥹

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[sweetheartsaku]

(BHNA) CAN MACHINES FALL IN LOVE?

𝜗𝜚 SHOTO TODOROKI: 𝓐LSTROEMERIA.

a/n: [fem!reader] thank you so much for all the support on pt 1!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ hopefully we like the new layout huhu

shoto is for the girls who brush their hair really rough. shoto who gently works his way down the strands, through every knot and tangle till the brush comes off the ends. he uses a wooden brush, because he knows plastic ones are hard on your head. he doesn’t rush, combing through every damp section as you melt into his touch, especially from the warm shower to his warm hands. only for him to tangle his fingers through your scalp again as your face is snuggled against his chest later that night, or braid your hair the following afternoon, vividly trying to visualise the way his mother taught him while she was in the hospital on his rare days off, and by his sister who would braid baby shoto’s hair as he slept ‎(''-ࡇ-)💤

one time as a kid he had overheard his sister, fuyumi, humming a lullaby before bed. sho' as kid walks in on her brushing her hair for what seems to be a while and asks what she's been doing. when little fuyumi said she has to brush her hair 100 times before bed to become a princess, little shoto has never let go and does it with you almost every night 🥹💗

along the lines of warm showers, he loves when you come out of the bathroom not for the imagery, but for the aromatic fragrance that radiates off your body as you dry your hair (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ. when he politely and cluelessly asks if he can dry it, he is so gentle with rubbing the strands between the small towel. sometimes he gets distracted when he smells the shampoo and conditioner. he’ll say, “you smell nice” with a monotone expression, yet so many thoughts behind his crystal turquoise and steel eyes (that he just expects you to know). he loves fruity and flowery scents because they remind him of his mother (·•᷄∩•᷅ ).

shoto is for the girls that get overwhelmed or overstimulated easily. has never been a fan of pda, but there's something about the way he places his hand on top of your knee when he notices the bouncing becomes a lot faster and rougher, the way he squeezes back a bit tighter when you squeeze his palm as a plead to go home, the way that he looks at you so endearingly unknowingly when you fiddle with the hem of his shirt, or the way he lets you fidget with the silver metal on his ring finger.

when he’s out or visiting another place, he always sends you the most adorable letters. there's a wax seal, a stamp and your name in his neat cursive handwriting just the way you like it. your favourite colours, the cologne you said you like on him once suddenly became half empty because he sprayed on every letter. sometimes you’ll get a dried flower stuck with it, or a small packet of your favourite snack on the front!! sometimes he attempts to decorate the letters with stickers, but then ends up only using two, afraid of wasting it HAHA ♡

gets quietly clingy. or lowkey just in general, is always craving your touch ( ≧ᗜ≦)! will never say it though, he expects you to be able to read his telepathic thoughts that he sends through his softened eyes and dimple pout. he likes being held; he likes the way he feels like putty in your arms. his favourite is when his face is buried in the crook of your neck, listening to your hands soothe under his shirt on his bare back. he likes the way his breath hitches before slowly exhaling when he can smell the flowery scent of your dried-damp hair on your nape. a little spoon i fear your honour

loves the way necklaces look on you!! especially the dainty simple ones. doesn't mind using his dad's black card on you LMAO 😭. you defo have a collection of them all prettily displayed on a little necklace stand each on a hook, and they all have little stories behind them (some of them are just ones he bought on a whim too hehe). one has his initial, he's matching with your initial (obviously), which is one that you both wear on special occasions. one has a butterfly because he said it reminded him of your beauty, you usually wear that on dates. the ones with rhinestones or your birthstone are the ones he purchases when he's away from you and you wear them interchangeably. he loves the silver ones btw!! idk there's just something that happens to his heart whenever he sees the charm dangling off your neck when you reach over to him, or the way the chain bumps along your collarbone ♡

he reminds you of cotton candy skies, especially the ones in blue and pink hehe.. he looks at the text and sky you sent him, and he stares at the screen thinking to himself: can machines fall in love?

[meowzfordayz]

watching a romcom together — obanai, mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu, tengen

Author’s Note: inspired by the time my bf and I watched Your Place or Mine. 💞

watching a romcom together — obanai, mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu, tengen

Obanai Iguro x Reader, Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,200

CW: explicit language

~faqs~

Some jargon info for stereotypical romcoms!

FL = Female Lead

ML = Male Lead

He isn’t a total jerk about you wanting to watch a romcom

But he makes it clear he isn’t super interested either

“You really want to watch this?” 🙄 (you don’t even get a chance to respond) “Okay. Fine.” 😐

Feigns boredom and an I’m only watching this for you attitude for most of the movie

HOWEVER, when you eventually sigh and reach for the remote to turn it off, he immediately puts his hand on top of yours

“What are you doing?” 😒

“Obanai, I appreciate your valiant effort to watch this with me, but I want us to both enjoy ourselves.”

“I am.” 😒

“Suuure you are.” —> you cross your arms, cautious amusement tugging at the corner of your mouth

“I am. They’re so stupid and clueless and in love, and they remind me of us. It’s bearable. It’s better than I expected.”

Obanai’s embarrassed nonchalance is adorable 😆

You happily snuggle into his side, grinning as he wraps a firm arm around you, a murmured I’m sorry warming the top of your head as you redirect your attention to the TV

Mitsuri is the girlfriend who pauses the movie every 30 seconds to gush over something

And then rewinds it 10 seconds because she forgot what was happening

Movie night basically takes Literally. All. Night. 🙃

And you wouldn’t have it any other way

“Awwwww honey he’s so cuuute! His smile is so charming!” 😍

“Her outfit is BEAUTIFUL. Her legs! I wish my hair was that shiny! Oh my gosh!” 😍

“Look at how beautiful that view is! Of course, looking at you is even more splendid.” 😍

“I’ll be right back, gotta pee.” 😁

“He’s married?! Oh nooooo. I did not see that plot twist coming.” 😭

“HIS WIFE IS CHEATING ON HIM?!” 😳🤯

“I did not mentally prepare myself enough for this. I thought this was supposed to be a romcom?!” 😭

“Honey, we’re out of popcorn.” ☹️

You usually fall asleep after an hour or so (she keeps patting your hair and squeezing your arm while you snooze), but she always wakes you up with her happy sobbing at the end 

“Mitsuri?” you mumble, blinking drowsily as tears drip onto your forehead, “Everything ‘kay?”

“THEY’RE IN LOVE!!!!!” 😭😭😭🥰

Kyojuro is invested 🤓

He’s taking notes, ooh-ing and aww-ing at the appropriate moments, and even feeding you popcorn while he’s at it 🍿

Albeit, half the popcorn ends up in your lap — you don’t mention it 🤪

Definitely gets teary eyed before you do

“Kyojuro, are you crying?”

“Yes, my love. Of course I am crying!” 🥹😭

“And why’s that?” 😆

At this point, Kyojuro pauses the TV, shifting on the couch to face you, reaching for your hands and cupping them against his heart

“Because despite all of their hardships and obstacles, they keep choosing each other.”

You sniffle, leaning in to rest your forehead on his

“You’re so sappy. I love you.”

He grins, end of the movie already forgotten as he touches your fingertips to his lips

“You are so perfect. I love you.”

Try as he might, Sanemi cannot bring himself to hate romcoms

—The first time you watched one, he wasn’t even planning on joining you

Yet somehow, he ended up glued to the TV hardly blinking with a face mask drying on his skin while you painted his nails cherry red 😌

—The second time, you didn’t tell him you were going to watch one

He nearly pouted at you when he walked into the living room, already 20 minutes in, until he remembered that he was supposed to hate them 🙃

Which, still didn’t stop him from making a bowl of popcorn and opening a bag of chips, plopping onto the couch, and unceremoniously restarting the movie 😆 (to your credit, you just shrugged and thanked him for the snacks 😋)

—The third time, you ask him if he wants to join you

“I guess.” 😐

“You’re such a bad liar.”

Sanemi frowns, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead, “I want to spend time with you.”

You smirk knowingly, “You want to watch a romcom.” 😏

He scowls, “I want to spend time with you.” 

“So which one should we watch?” 🤭

He falls headfirst into your trap, “50 First Dates, Me Before You, or When Harry Met Sally,” before he realizes he totally just gave away the fact that he’s been diligently researching only the best and finest romcoms to watch with you 👀😂

Doesn’t really understand the appeal of romcoms, but if you’re happy, then he’s happy ☺️

“Giyuu, are you alright?” 😕

“Absolutely,” he smiles faintly, squeezing your knee as the FL trips and falls into the ML’s arms

“You seem a little… distant?”

Hearing the disappointment in your voice, Giyuu quickly pauses the movie

“How so?”

He’s genuinely confused because he actually feels quite close — to you, at least

Sitting on the couch, enjoying a quiet evening in

“Like, you’re not really into this?” 😅

He thinks for a moment, hand still on your knee as his gaze softens, dots connecting at the hesitation in your tone

“You’re right. Romcoms aren’t exactly my thing. But you are definitely my thing.”

“Soooo… we should watch something else?” 😝

“I’d rather make our own romcom than watch random people pretend to be in love on TV,” he shrugs, “But I also think watching a romcom together is pretty romcom of us, so I’m content.”

You raise an eyebrow, both endeared by and unsure of his response

“Whatever you want to watch, I want to watch. I apologize if I seemed bored or uninterested. I really just want to spend time with you.”

You nod slowly, cheeks warming as his hand traverses to your thigh, kneading gently as he murmurs lowly, “I love being here with you. I love being anywhere and everywhere with you. Okay?”

“Okay.” 🥹

Has A LOT to say about the ML

And by that I mean Tengen’s VERY judgemental 😬

“Clearly, you’re an idiot.” —> muttered under his breath as the ML awkwardly waves at the FL

“Why on earth would you say that? That’s the least attractive thing you could say!!!!!” 😤

“The signal. How could you miss the signal?!” —> whisper shouted bc he’s never missed any signals in his entiiire life 🙄🙄🙄😉🥴😂

“It’s a miracle this guy’s gotten past Hello.” 😐

“HAVE YOU EVER EVEN TOUCHED A WOMAN?!” —> hollered at the TV as the ML fumbles through the first makeout scene

“She definitely faked that orgasm.” 😒

“For goodness sake, buy this woman some flowers.” 💐 —> bitterly scoffed when the ML fucks up

“MORE flowers.” 💐💐💐 —> as the ML continues fucking up

“I can’t believe she’s in love with him.” 🤠

—

“Poor dude,” you grin, nudging Tengen’s ribs, “You really have it out for him. Thank gosh he can’t hear you.”

“It’s a shame he can’t. I’d teach him a lesson or four. After all, I’m overly qualified.” 😎

That earns him a (playful) smack 🙄🙄🙄😆

[live-laugh-neteyam]

i saw that you're opening requests omfg i love your writing so im taking the opportunity!

neteyam tired and exhausted from his training and goes to seek reader to decompress, finds her then just straight up drops his body to her, nuzzling his nose to her neck and probably mutters smth like, "you're my comfort person" or smth, gets all cuddly and everything. reader is the only person who got to see neteyam like this

they're mutually pining best friends btw

bonus if neteyam didnt notice one of his siblings sitting in front of the reader 😭

im so sorry if this got too long 😭😭 tysm babe

My Comfort Person ||| neteyam x omatikaya!reader

awwww thank you so much! 🥹🫶🏻

masterlist

pairings: neteyam x omatikaya!fem!reader

summary: your best friend neteyam is a bit of a sleep cuddlier

words: 600

warnings/notes: none! pure tooth rotting fluff

After another long ass day filled with nothing but training Neteyam was exhausted. In fact, exhausted was an understatement.

The only thing he wanted to do was to snuggle up and go to sleep. What he really wanted was to snuggle up with you.

His best friend was the only person who could immediately put him at ease. Nothing could top the tranquil feeling of holding you in his arms.

Neteyam trudged through home tree, his mind on autopilot. He was so groggy and exhausted he didn’t even know where he was going.

Your hands carefully worked at the bracelet you were holding. Gently weaving the material so as not to damage it. Stopping midway through you noticed that the beads you were using were very similar to the beads Neteyam was found of.

A blush creeped onto your cheeks as you thought of him. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for him. But he was your best friend and nothing more.

"Why is your face like that?" Kiri asked unamused.

Eyes widening at being caught you tried to brush her off. "Like what?"

"Just admit that you were day dreaming about my brother so we can get back to our jewelry." She rolled her eyes.

You started to panic as you felt your entire face heat up. It wasn't that obvious, was it?

"I don't know what you're talking about." You nervously chuckled.

"Oh please," Kiri huffed. "The two of you have been pining after each other for years."

"You’re being dramatic. Neteyam doesn't see me that way." You frowned.

Kiri started laughing but quickly stopped when she saw your somber expression. "Wait, are you serious?” She asked.

"Yes Kiri! We're friends. Only friends. Neteyam would never return my feelings." You sighed.

"You must be blind." Kiri laughed. "He has been obsessed with you for years. To the point that it's alarming how much he talks about you."

"Seriously?"

"It's obvious to everyone but the two of you apparently."

Before you could argue with her the flap of your tent opened to reveal Neteyam himself. Kiri smirked giving you a knowing look.

Neteyam groggily made his way over to you. He looked liked he was half asleep, not even noticing Kiri as he passed her.

Neteyam plopped down next to you nuzzling his face into your neck. Inhaling your sweet scent immediately relaxed his tense body.

"What's wrong 'Teyam?" You softly asked while reaching your hand up to caresses his head.

"Tired." He mumbled against your skin. "Needed my comfort person."

Snuggling more into you his head found it's way onto your lap. He was hugging your arm to his chest.

You melted at the sight of him. He looked like a big comfy toddler. Seeing him like this wasn’t unusual. Despite the mighty warrior mask he wore, Neteyam loved physical touch. Whenever the two of you were alone he practically demanded that you cuddled.

But that was always when you were alone. He had never acted this way around anyone else. You were shocked that he was so relaxed with Kiri sitting right there. Usually you were the only one to see this side of him.

“Told you.” Kiri whispered.

Shushing her you waved her out. Neteyam had fallen asleep and the last thing you wanted was to wake him up.

Lovingly you admired his relaxed face as he slept. Gently you brushed his hair out of his face. A soft smile graced his lips as he begun to purr.

“Sleep well my mighty warrior.” You whispered.

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[rosenallies]

Umm would you maybe write phone sex girlies, Nali needing to safeword while mommy was being stern during foreplay because it triggered her to her mom being mad at her as a kid 🥹👉🏻👈🏻

Sigh</3

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Rosé tugged roughly on Denali’s hair, pulling her head up. “I said look at me when I’m talking to you,” she growled, forcing Denali’s gaze to hers.

As soon as the words left Rosé’s rose colored lips, Denali felt a coldness force it’s way into her veins, her stomach dropping. She couldn’t keep her gaze on Rosé’s even if she tried.

“Nali, baby-“

“Red,” Denali whimpered, interrupting her.

“Okay, okay, let’s lay down,” Rosé said softly, lowering her down to the bed with gentle hands, removing her touch once she was done, “touch or no touch?”

Denali reached for her with shaky hands. “Touch, please. Hold me, please.”

“Okay, baby, come here,” Rosé whispered, laying beside her and enveloping her in her arms.

“Talk or rest?”

Sniffling, Denali leaned into Rosé’s touch. “My mom used to force me to look at her when I was really upset and I always hated it. I hated looking her in the eyes, it’s like I could see in them all the disappointment she had for me.”

Rosé gasped softly. “Oh, honey, I am so sorry. I never would have-“

“I know you wouldn’t have. It’s okay, I just- it took me out for a second and-and I couldn’t-“

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You did the right thing using our safe words. That was very good of you, mommy’s good girl.”

Denali felt her heart glow, sighing contently as she snuggled up close to Rosé. “Thank you, mommy.”

Rosé kissed her head. “Anytime, baby, I’m sorry I said that, I won’t say it again.”

“I know you won’t. You love me too much.”

Pride swelled in Rosé’s chest as she nodded. “I do love you, and yes, much too much to say or do things that hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”

“I love you too,” Denali said with a flush, kissing Rosé’s cheek as she settled against her shoulder to sleep.

Rosé watched her for a while, leaning over and grabbing her notebook from the bedside table when her breathing seemed even. Opening it to a page in the middle, Rosé jotted something down, waking Denali in the process.

“What are you writing?”

Quickly, Rosé snapped the notebook shut. “Nothing, go back to sleep.”

“Rosie,” Denali whined, “I don’t like secrets.”

Rosé chuckled to herself softly. “Fine, I jotted that phrase down so I know not to use it.”

“Oh. Can I see what you wrote?” Denali asked reaching for the notebook, only for Rosé to pull it away, making Denali pout, “why can’t I see?”

“Private stuff, cutie.”

“Come on, why can’t I see it?”

Blushing, Rosé looked at her. “Because it’s all stuff about you, like multiple pages in that notebook. It’s all little things about you.”

“Stuff about me? Like what?”

Rosé shrugged, thumbing through the notebook and landing on one of her ‘Denali’ pages. “Just random stuff like this one says ‘likes peaches’ , ‘has a dog named donut’, ‘favorite Taylor Swift album is folklore’, ‘hates broccoli’. Just random stuff I wanted to remember about you.”

Denali scanned through the page, giggling to herself when the things written reminded her of the conversations that led to the little tidbits. Some she recognized from phone conversations before they’d ever even met in person, some from late nights laid next to each other in bed while they shared a joint and came down from the post sex glow they bathed in.

“I’m sorry, it’s weird, it started out when we were just talking on the phone and I just continued doing it, sometimes when I write things down it like locks itself into my memory and I wanna remember everything I can about you.”

Denali shook her head slowly. “No, no, it’s not weird, it’s sweet,” she laughed, “maybe a little weird, but definitely sweet, really sweet.”

Rosé rolled her eyes affectionately. “Being called weird means nothing coming from you, babe, you’re the weirdest of weird.”

Giggling, Denali laid her head back on Rosé’s shoulder. “Well then, I’m glad I have you to be weird with.”

[seitmai]

Obviously I have a lot of thoughts 🤭

By your parents' last evening in San Diego, Bradley had put them in touch with the realtor he used to buy the Craftsman. They spent hours walking around Coronado with Rose in her stroller all week, looking at houses and getting more ideas. And then they delayed their flight home two times. The fact that they didn't seem to want to leave their grandchild was heartwarming, and now they were seriously talking about moving.

They are thriving in their new roles as grandparents 🥰

The two of you were going to need a little vacation to look forward to.

Relatable, I too always need a trip or vacation to look forward otherwise I will get anxious lol

"What?" he rasped, thinking about last week in the backseat of the Bronco. That was the last time the two of you really messed around, and he could tell there were moments when you were uncomfortable in your own skin. But he hadn't stopped wanting you for a single moment. "How do you expect me to watch you strutting around the bedroom completely naked and not get hard?"

Bradley is struggling 😂

You shrugged and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. "Only if you want to." He was up off the bed in an instant, grabbing you as gently as he could. "Roo," you gasped in surprise as he carried you back to the bed. You were completely naked, head on his pillow, leg hitched around his hip, and Bradley kissed you so hard, you were moaning. "If you leave the decision up to me, I'm always going to want to show you how I feel about you," he said, voice deep and needy. His fingers grazed along your body, lower and lower until he touched your clit, and you arched off the bed.

���🥰🤭🥰

"I got her," you murmured when you walked into the room, and you realized your mom was crying. "Are you okay?" She kissed Rose's head and whispered, "Of course. I just don't want to be so far away from the three of you. Rose is exactly the way you were as a newborn; a sweet little snuggle bug who turns into a bit of a terror when she's hungry. I can't get enough of her."

That's just so sweet 🥹🥰

"I got her," you murmured when you walked into the room, and you realized your mom was crying. "Are you okay?"

He loves his Nugget time, no matter what day or night time 🥰

Bradley desperately wanted to scold you for swearing in front of the baby, but he used every fiber of his being to press his lips together and clear his throat. "It's the Nugget's first time at any beach. We're just going to have to see how long she lasts before we need to bring her back."

First trip to the beach!!! So exciting! I love that you included their first little outing 🥰 🫶🏻 It also shows the chaos and new situations that come with it, I absolutely love it 😍

It was actually so beautiful outside, Bradley was thankful it was a Saturday. You took his hand in yours, waving at the neighbors along the way. "You look stupid sexy with that baby carrier on, Roo." "Stupid sexy?" he muttered, adjusting the little sun hat on Rose's head. "Explain." "I tried," you groaned. "But you don't listen, Bradley. You're a DILF. Even the way you're taking care of Rose is hot. Like you're already handsome, but now you're just oozing so much sex appeal, it's stupid. Like an ovary explosion." You made a sound like a bomb blowing up and gestured with your hands in front of you as you walked. "Yeah... I don't see it," he murmured, reaching for your hand again. When he looked in the mirror now, he saw more gray hair and quite a few wrinkles, but that didn't stop him from trying to be the best dad he could. "I'm just focused on Rosie. You and Rosie. My girls."

They are both a DILF and MILF respectively, and neither of them sees it themselves😅 it comes with so much adoration for each other in their new roles, it's a process to come to that realization probably 🤭

The expanse of sand and the glittering water beyond were so bright, Bradley shielded her face, and she burrowed against him. "It's okay, Rosie," he murmured, kissing her hat as he hustled along the mostly empty beach. "Daddy's got you. I'll get you set up with some shade. I like the shade better, too."

🥰🥰🥰

"You have a beautiful family," she said, smiling at Rose who was currently yawning. "Thank you," Bradley replied, turning a bit so she could get a closer look. When she offered to take a photo of the three of you, he had you reach into the pocket of his cutoff jean shorts and unlock his phone for her. Bradley looked ridiculous in the picture with windswept hair and streaks of sunblock on his face and shoulders, but you and Rose both made it his new favorite photo. He set it as his phone wallpaper.

Aww what a perfect way to end and commemorate their first little outing 🥰

"No," Maria told him. "You're not. And you look constipated." "Absolutely not," Cam replied. "I need to keep two hands on the baby at all times." He got an eye roll in response from you as you told Maria, "Sure, and I also need you to tell me why you're limping. Are you okay?" A devilish smirk found her lips. "Maybe you should ask Bob about that one."

Ahaha I love their banter 😂

You knew how Bob looked at her. Like she was a mermaid. Or a fairy. Something magical and unbelievable. Maria wasn't known to be gushy or sappy, but she talked about him like he hung the moon, and that was all you needed to know.

I love that dor them 🥰🤗

"I had a long day," he whispered. You were a little worried that something happened that made him seem so tired, but he smiled as he said, "But your appointment with Dr. Morris later this week is going to make it all worth it. I can't wait to hear her tell me I'm allowed to fuck my wife."

Someone is excited 😅

You heard Bradley's groan of delight from the kitchen as he took a bite of dinner. "This is delicious, but still not as delectable as you, Baby Girl." Even when your brain told you not to believe him, your heart did.

🥰🥰🥰

You were hiding your smile behind your hand, but he could tell you were laughing as Dr. Morris humored him. "Well, the guidelines say six weeks, so I would absolutely stick to that. We like to make sure proper healing has occurred. If you don't start taking oral contraceptives right away, I would definitely advise you to use condoms." She glanced at your chart and added, "Two more days probably won't kill anyone, and at that point, you'll be at six weeks." "Speak for yourself," he grunted, slipping Rose back into her car seat carrier.

Hahahaha I loved that she set Bradley up to ask the question 😂 And Bradley’s comment?! It cracked me up so bad 😂😂😂

Bradley simply held up his phone screen for you to see the alarm which was titled My wife is exactly 6 weeks postpartum. You rolled onto your side, cackling with laughter. "It's not funny, Baby Girl. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." He snuggled under the covers and said, "I'm ready to get my world rocked whenever you feel like rocking it, so you just let me know."

Probably the longest 6 weeks of his life and he has been on aircraft carriers with awful food for longer 😅

Aim for the Sky Part 19 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: More friends meet Rose, and your parents fly home, leaving the three of you to figure things out together. Bradley is struggling with the six week rule, deeming it unfair that you look so good while he can't have you the way he wants to.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, messing around, oral sex, DILF Roo

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

By your parents' last evening in San Diego, Bradley had put them in touch with the realtor he used to buy the Craftsman. They spent hours walking around Coronado with Rose in her stroller all week, looking at houses and getting more ideas. And then they delayed their flight home two times. The fact that they didn't seem to want to leave their grandchild was heartwarming, and now they were seriously talking about moving.

"By the end of the year, we are moving" your mom said, burping Rose in the living room. "I just can't stand the idea of waiting until July to see her again. Makes me want to cry."

It was April now, and they promised to come back for a visit around Independence Day. Bradley already had plans circling in his mind about where he could take you for a few days alone, because things were about to get a lot tougher without your parents around. The two of you were going to need a little vacation to look forward to. And if he could get you alone, he could get his hands all over you as much as the two of you wanted.

"So, are we going back to Mexico or Hawaii in July?" Bradley asked later that night while he watched you get undressed before bed. Your tits looked incredible, nipples huge and pert as you removed your nursing bra.

He forgot what he had even asked you as you ran your fingertips along your breasts and scoffed at him. "Neither, Roo. We have to get serious about saving money for Rose to go to college in just eighteen years." When you pulled your shorts down, he could see your rooster tattoo, and now he really couldn't think.

Bradley grunted. "She'll get a full ride to school. She takes after you. She's already a genius. Whenever I call Tramp, she points right at the dog."

You sighed and smiled at him. "I think you're being optimistic." Your hands were back on your tits, and he immediately reached for his cock, your eyes tracking his every move. "Bradley."

"What?" he rasped, thinking about last week in the backseat of the Bronco. That was the last time the two of you really messed around, and he could tell there were moments when you were uncomfortable in your own skin. But he hadn't stopped wanting you for a single moment. "How do you expect me to watch you strutting around the bedroom completely naked and not get hard?"

You turned toward the bathroom for a few seconds and muttered, "I look weird."

"You look beautiful." When you finally met his gaze, he said, "I love you too much to lie to you, Sweetheart."

He was plainly hard in his boxer briefs with his hand resting on his thigh. He'd never try to pressure you to do anything physical if you didn't want to, but there was no way he was going to let you think you suddenly turned him on less than before.

You dragged your fingers across your breasts again, and Bradley groaned before you tangled your fingers in your necklace chain. You looked a bit bashful, and even that was fucking him up.

His voice was raspy, and his throat was dry as he sat up and asked, "Do you want me to show you?"

You shrugged and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. "Only if you want to."

He was up off the bed in an instant, grabbing you as gently as he could. "Roo," you gasped in surprise as he carried you back to the bed.

You were completely naked, head on his pillow, leg hitched around his hip, and Bradley kissed you so hard, you were moaning. "If you leave the decision up to me, I'm always going to want to show you how I feel about you," he said, voice deep and needy. His fingers grazed along your body, lower and lower until he touched your clit, and you arched off the bed.

"Fuck," you moaned, voice breaking.

"You're so fucking hot," he whispered, running just his index finger through your pussy. You were soaking wet. "You're killing me, Baby Girl." He traced your tattoo, decorating your skin with your wetness while you looked up at him with parted lips and half lidded eyes. You watched him bring his finger up to his lips, and with one swipe of his tongue, he was moaning, too. "Six weeks is a long time when you look this pretty and taste this sweet."

Your teeth sank into your lip before you murmured, "You're killing me, too." Then your fingers were tangled in his hair, and he eased his body down so he was resting against the warmth of your core. It was so close to what he wanted right now, but he knew he couldn't go all the way there. The frustration building inside him was almost pleasurable as you gasped his name as he sucked on your neck.

Nails pressing into his scalp, you didn't stop him when he pulled himself free from his boxer briefs and ran his cock through your pussy. "Jesus Christ," he hissed, guiding his hips away from your body as you pushed him off of you. But instead of telling him to stop, you rolled him onto his back and yanked his underwear down his legs.

His cock was in between your lips before he knew what was going on, and he saw stars as you sucked on him. "Fuck, Sweetheart. Oh, god."

You pulled him free and shook your head. "If you can't be quiet, then I can't give you a blowjob. My parents are out in the living room."

"Please, stop talking about your parents and just give me head," he begged, already panting as you smirked at him. His balls were already tight as you licked your lips and parted them once more for him. Your tits looked irresistible as you knelt between his spread legs, and he would be lucky to last a full minute with this kind of treatment. "I was supposed to be the one showing you how much I want you," he whispered, trying not to thrust up into your mouth.

You responded by taking him deeper until he was grabbing at the bedding to hold back his orgasm. This time when you pulled him free, your saliva dripped onto his thigh. "Just take what I can give you right now."

Two pumps of your fist, and you were sucking on him until he came long and hard, fist in his mouth to make sure he was quiet. You swallowed down his cum and licked him clean as he stared at the ceiling in a daze. "You give me everything."

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You fell asleep with a smile on your lips after your husband took his time with you, rubbing your clit with practiced fingers and whispering the dirtiest things about how good he was going to fuck you in another few weeks. As it turns out, you also needed to be reminded to be as quiet as possible, especially when he was a whining mess over your breasts.

Even though you knew Rose would have you up in a few more hours, you let yourself drift off to the sound of Bradley's heavy breathing and the warmth of his body. Whenever you started to feel bad about the way you looked, he seemed to be able to lure you back on track. He didn't mind your weird body one bit, and in fact, he was literally counting down the days until you and he could have intercourse. And you wanted it, too.

You barely heard your daughter when she started crying to eat around midnight, because your mom was in the nursery with her so quickly, it was ridiculous. When you padded down the hallway, still half asleep, you could hear her singing to her granddaughter. 

"I got her," you murmured when you walked into the room, and you realized your mom was crying. "Are you okay?"

She kissed Rose's head and whispered, "Of course. I just don't want to be so far away from the three of you. Rose is exactly the way you were as a newborn; a sweet little snuggle bug who turns into a bit of a terror when she's hungry. I can't get enough of her."

You laughed as you sat down in the glider, and she handed your daughter to you once you were ready to feed her. Rose curled up against your body, clearly very hungry. "She is honestly so sweet."

"I love her so much," your mom whispered. "Are you going to be okay when we leave in a few hours?"

You stared at the night light in the corner of the room, surrounded by darkness otherwise. The exhaustion you felt since Rose was born started to get better while they were here, and you knew for a fact that things would start to get harder again soon. "Yeah. We'll be okay. Bradley and I will take some vacation time in July when you come back to stay with her." You met your mom's eyes where she stood. "You and dad are really good at this."

"I'm happy you think so," she said softly. "Retirement is looking better by the minute."

She sounded like she was about to cry again, so you politely kicked her out of the nursery before she could start. She needed to get some rest before their flight home, and you needed to get used to doing this on your own again. You almost craved the routine of going back to work. You missed seeing Cat every day, and you even missed your boss. Rose would be old enough for the daycare pretty soon, and you could sneak over on your lunch breaks to check on her.

But at the same time, the idea of someone else taking care of her for eight hours a day had you almost panicking. "Why are you like this?" you whispered to yourself. You could barely control your emotions at times right now.

"My girls okay?"

Just hearing Bradley's voice made you relax, and you realized Rose was starting to slow down as you turned to look at him in the doorway. "Yeah. I was trying to let you sleep."

He gave you grabby hands, and you noticed he had the Nugget notebook tucked under his arm. "Let me burp her and read a bedtime story so you can go back to sleep."

You knew he had to drop your parents off at the airport in a few hours and then turn around and go right to work, but he wasn't going to be deterred. He took Rose and settled down on the floor with a grunt, kissing her head as she yawned. With the night light shining next to him, he juggled her and opened the notebook, and you stood in the doorway and listened for a few minutes as he read one of his entries to her.

"You'll never guess where I am right now. No really. It would be impossible, because even I don't really know where I am! But it's somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, I know that for sure. And while I'm really, really far away from you and your mom right now, the two of you are all I can think about."

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Bradley was standing in the living room wearing Rose in her carrier and holding two massive bags filled with gear. "Is this all really necessary?" he asked as you ran around grabbing more stuff.

"Do you think we should drive?" you asked, popping the stroller open and looking at it with concern.

"Sweetheart, the beach is like three blocks away," he replied, trying to keep his tone even.

"The beach with a lot of rocks is like three blocks away," you said, exasperation lacing your voice. "Do you think we should drive up to the better beach?"

In his opinion, all of the beaches in Coronado were going to be the same, as long as the two of you didn't attempt to walk down the cliffs beach with her yet. "I think we should just go to the closest beach for a little bit and then head home again."

You sighed in annoyance. "Just for a little bit? Well then what was the point of packing all of this shit?"

Bradley desperately wanted to scold you for swearing in front of the baby, but he used every fiber of his being to press his lips together and clear his throat. "It's the Nugget's first time at any beach. We're just going to have to see how long she lasts before we need to bring her back."

"Fine," you replied, picking up the bag of sandwiches you packed and heading for the front door. "I just wish I knew why babies required so much stuff. Nothing about this is easy."

He followed in your wake. "I'm pretty sure all the babies of the world got together and plotted against their parents, because all of it is hard." At least that got a smile out of you as you plunked your sunglasses onto your nose, and he followed you out to the porch. "Let's just leave the stoller here. I like carrying her."

It was actually so beautiful outside, Bradley was thankful it was a Saturday. You took his hand in yours, waving at the neighbors along the way. "You look stupid sexy with that baby carrier on, Roo."

"Stupid sexy?" he muttered, adjusting the little sun hat on Rose's head. "Explain."

"I tried," you groaned. "But you don't listen, Bradley. You're a DILF. Even the way you're taking care of Rose is hot. Like you're already handsome, but now you're just oozing so much sex appeal, it's stupid. Like an ovary explosion." You made a sound like a bomb blowing up and gestured with your hands in front of you as you walked.

"Yeah... I don't see it," he murmured, reaching for your hand again. When he looked in the mirror now, he saw more gray hair and quite a few wrinkles, but that didn't stop him from trying to be the best dad he could. "I'm just focused on Rosie. You and Rosie. My girls."

You gave him side eye. "That's what makes it stupid," you muttered. "You know what, it doesn't matter." You kissed Rose's fingers as the entrance to the beach came into view. "Hey, little Nugget," you whispered as her eyes fluttered open. "Welcome to the beach."

The expanse of sand and the glittering water beyond were so bright, Bradley shielded her face, and she burrowed against him. "It's okay, Rosie," he murmured, kissing her hat as he hustled along the mostly empty beach. "Daddy's got you. I'll get you set up with some shade. I like the shade better, too."

It was a joint effort, the way you held the baby while Bradley ran around, setting up a canopy and laying out blankets and towels. "You're stupid sexy, too," he said as you distracted him for about the tenth time. "You know that, right?" You didn't verbally respond, but you did look pleased with yourself as you set Rose down on the beach blanket, fully in the shade. 

"Do you want to take her down to the water?" you asked, looking up at him.

He shot you an incredulous look as he took his shirt off. "Are you out of your mind? The waves are massive! Something could happen to her!"

Now you were doubled over in laughter on the blanket next to her. "It's not like I suggested that you take her surfing, Roo! Just carry her down to the water's edge!"

He was still hesitant. "Okay. But just for a quick look." Bradley scooped up his daughter, who always looked delighted to have him around, and he carried her slowly down the beach until the cool water met his toes. "This is as far as we go," he whispered, kissing her cheek as she closed her eyes. "Until you've had swimming lessons." He felt your hand on his back, and he turned to you and asked, "When can Rosie take swim lessons?"

"Bradley, she's less than a month old."

"That's probably when future olympians start," he mused as you rubbed sunblock all over his back and shoulders. You were standing in front of him now, laughing and swiping the lotion on his nose when an older woman stopped walking along the beach to approach you.

"You have a beautiful family," she said, smiling at Rose who was currently yawning.

"Thank you," Bradley replied, turning a bit so she could get a closer look. When she offered to take a photo of the three of you, he had you reach into the pocket of his cutoff jean shorts and unlock his phone for her.

Bradley looked ridiculous in the picture with windswept hair and streaks of sunblock on his face and shoulders, but you and Rose both made it his new favorite photo. He set it as his phone wallpaper.

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"Am I doing this right?"

Cam was sitting on your living room couch, holding Rose with a look of sheer panic on his face. 

"No," Maria told him. "You're not. And you look constipated."

You started laughing and didn't even try to hide it. "Just hold her against your chest, and she'll probably fall asleep. She's definitely a snuggler."

He did as he was told, but there was still a firm crease along his forehead. "Babies are terrifying," he muttered, letting you adjust his hands for him.

Bradley was still at work, having agreed to teach another dog fighting drill with Maverick, and you were thankful your friends were keeping you company. It wouldn't be too much longer before you were back at work yourself, where you would be able to see your friends more frequently.

You watched Maria stand and kind of limp into your kitchen. "Does anyone else want a drink?"

"Absolutely not," Cam replied. "I need to keep two hands on the baby at all times."

He got an eye roll in response from you as you told Maria, "Sure, and I also need you to tell me why you're limping. Are you okay?"

A devilish smirk found her lips. "Maybe you should ask Bob about that one."

"Ew," Cam replied. "Unless I'm the one getting plowed by an aviator, I don't need to know any details." When you opened your mouth to say something, he quickly added, "You're just as bad as Maria, so don't even start with me. Just let me be afraid of holding your child in peace."

Then he settled back against the couch with Rose, and you joined Maria in the kitchen. "You're like seriously limping," you whispered, and she snickered.

"It's not what you think. I just can't resist giving Cam a hard time. Bob and I were in the shower together, and I pulled a muscle."

"Maria," you hissed. "You were in the shower with Bob, and you expect me to believe it wasn't sexual?"

"I wasn't," she insisted, getting two glasses of water ready and handing you one. "I just... ever since he got back from his deployment... I really like being around him as much as possible."

You knew how Bob looked at her. Like she was a mermaid. Or a fairy. Something magical and unbelievable. Maria wasn't known to be gushy or sappy, but she talked about him like he hung the moon, and that was all you needed to know.

"I'm happy for you."

She smiled just as you heard Cam gasp and start freaking out. "I think the baby pooped! Cancel that- I know the baby pooped! I need backup!"

By the time Bradley got home from work, you had dinner in the oven, and you were nursing Rose on the couch. Your husband looked exhausted but freshly showered with damp hair, and he made a beeline directly for you. He kissed your forehead and then her tiny fist. 

"You alright, Roo?"

"I had a long day," he whispered. You were a little worried that something happened that made him seem so tired, but he smiled as he said, "But your appointment with Dr. Morris later this week is going to make it all worth it. I can't wait to hear her tell me I'm allowed to fuck my wife."

"You're so horny!" you complained half heartedly as he kissed your cheek before heading into the kitchen to take dinner out of the oven as the timer went off.

"Six weeks is a long time when you've got your tits out all day and all night."

Truthfully, there were times when you were positively aching to be with him like that, but there were moments when you couldn't understand how he still wanted you. Your stretch marks were wild, and you looked so flabby and weird. You had no idea how you'd manage to lose the weight you gained when your whole world revolved around pumping and feeding Rose, and on top of that, you'd be back at work soon and busier than ever.

You heard Bradley's groan of delight from the kitchen as he took a bite of dinner. "This is delicious, but still not as delectable as you, Baby Girl."

Even when your brain told you not to believe him, your heart did.

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Bradley insisted on accompanying you to your six week checkup with Dr. Morris. He sat in one of the chairs in the exam room with Rose all wrapped up like a burrito in his arms, careful not to get her perfect face too close to his hard insignia pins. He watched as you got a pelvic exam, and then the doctor pushed on your belly while you made a face of discomfort. He held Rose a little tighter when you tried to smile at him.

"Everything feels and looks good. You can head back to work next week," Dr. Morris said as she removed her latex gloves. "Do you have any questions for me?"

Bradley listened to you rattle off several questions which rolled into a fresh conversation with your doctor. He really didn't want to be the one to ask about intercourse, but now you were sort of smirking at him. Okay, you were treating this like a game, toying with him. He was absolutely down for that, and it wasn't like he hadn't completely embarrassed himself in front of your physician before.

"If neither of you have any other questions, you're free to go-"

"Actually, Dr. Morris, I do have one last question." He cleared his throat and stood with Rose while you started to get dressed, trying to hide your smile from him. "I'd really like to have sex with my wife as soon as possible. Is that six weeks postpartum rule hard-and-fast, or would tonight be suitable for that kind of thing?"

You were hiding your smile behind your hand, but he could tell you were laughing as Dr. Morris humored him. "Well, the guidelines say six weeks, so I would absolutely stick to that. We like to make sure proper healing has occurred. If you don't start taking oral contraceptives right away, I would definitely advise you to use condoms." She glanced at your chart and added, "Two more days probably won't kill anyone, and at that point, you'll be at six weeks."

"Speak for yourself," he grunted, slipping Rose back into her car seat carrier. "Thanks, doc."

"Two more days," you told him as the three of you walked out to the red Bronco. "You're doing great, Daddy."

Bradley groaned as he buckled both of you in, and he pulled out of the parking lot without another word.

You shouldn't have been surprised, but you definitely were when, two nights later, his phone alarm started blaring at one in the morning. You were just settling back in bed after feeding Rose when you looked at him with wide eyes. "Wait, did we forget to do something?" you asked. "What's the alarm for?"

Bradley simply held up his phone screen for you to see the alarm which was titled My wife is exactly 6 weeks postpartum.

You rolled onto your side, cackling with laughter. "It's not funny, Baby Girl. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." He snuggled under the covers and said, "I'm ready to get my world rocked whenever you feel like rocking it, so you just let me know."

His eyes were closed when he felt your lips ghost along his cheek on their way to kiss him. "Why not right now?"

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[harryconcepts]

part 28

thinking about how harry would be so good if you had anxiety 😔 I get random anxiety attacks that are so bad i literally think I'm going to die sometimes and I know he would be the absolute best 😔 holding onto your shouldera to ground you, taking deep breaths and speaking softly to help calm you down 😔 eventually he feels you start to match your breathing to his and he says "that's it, just keep breathing, you're doing so good for me, just keep listening to my voice, you're alright" and he wipes the tears of your cheek with his thumb 😔 afterwards when you're feeling a bit better and you can finally breathe again he would hug you and say "why don't we go take a bath?" because he knows the warm water helps you calm down, as well as the lavendar oil he always uses 😔 he would just be so good 😔

if there's one thing about harry it's that he loves making out with you <3 he never leaves you alone he's such a pest saying "come gimme a kiss" and you try to give him a little peck and pull away but he grabs your wrist before you can get too far and he pulls you against him saying "a real kiss" and he doesn't let you move until he's satisfied 😌

harry definitely loves to manhandle you I don't care what anyone says he gets off on being able to throw you around and put you in whatever position he wants 🫶🏻 or pinning your arms above your head so all you can do is lay there and take what he gives you 🫶🏻and when you start whining to touch him he smirks and says "be a good girl and maybe you'll get what you want" 🫶🏻

I'm crying thinking about him teasing you for your sex drive not in a mean way but more like "really? again? give a man a chance to recover, god" but before you can get too huffy he's pulling you to sit on his face 😌 he might make fun of you but he's still going to get you off 🫶🏻

"why don't you girls have some fun and I'll watch" 🫡🪂 he's palming himself through his jeans while the two of you are making out in his bed and then you decide you should let him have some fun too, so she drops to her knees and gets his belt off while you sit next to him and start kissing down his jaw 😌

when you're cuddling or watching a movie or just sitting together Harry definitely slides his hand into your panties 🥰 not even doing anything just resting his hand there and playing with the hair 🥰

college bf harry packing snacks in your backpack to make sure you're eating enough 😭 he knows you sometimes forget to eat when you're busy or working so he texts you every few hours like "there's a granola bar in your bag, eat it please ❤️" or he randomly Venmo you some money and says "go get a snack baby ❤️" he's always taking care of you 😭

stop even though he already knows her name he still asks her because he wants her to feel included 🥹 he compliments her outfit and crouches down or even sits on the floor to be on the same level as her so she'll feels important 🥹 then when she warms up to him she's grabbing his hand and running her short little legs off to who knows where and he just giggles and follows her 🥹

best friend harry would just one day tell you he loves you 😔 you've been friends forever and then one day you're watching a movie on the couch together, cuddled up like you always do, and you can feel his eyes on you so you look up and say "what?" and he just keeps looking in your eyes when he sighs and says "i really want to kiss you right now" and you're very surprised but also very in love with him so you sit up, moving over to straddle his lap and you whisper "so do it" and thus begins your very first makeout sesh 😌

being on the couch late at night with harry and you're basically laying on top of him, he has his arms around you and you're both half asleep 😔 finally he takes a deep breath and says "we should go to bed" but you just whine and snuggle into him more saying "too tired and it's warm here" and he chuckles, kissing your forehead and he says "okay baby, whatever you want" and he tucks the blanket a little tighter around you so you'll be cozy 😔

thinking how turned on he would be if you're sitting on his face and you start grinding on him <3 he lets out a feral moan against you and obviously he's a little too busy to talk but he's thinking "use me to get yourself off" <3

I think about fwb far far too often idk why it's so sexy to me but like I know he's so confident and cocky all the time, he knows he's the best sex you've ever had and will ever have and he's not shy to talk about that 🫶🏻 he would always say filthy shit like "no one's ever fucked you this good, have they? you've never had anyone as good as me, and you never fucking will" as he thrusts harder into you 🫶🏻 he hitches your leg up over his hip and he smirks when you gasp at the new angle and he knows he's found your g spot, he says "that's my spot, hmm? no one else makes you feel this good" and he's just absolutely filthy and disgusting during sex but then afterwards he's a little blushy, he's running to get a towel to clean you up and then he runs a hand through his hair saying "what do you want to eat? was thinking maybe Chinese?" so casually as you're literally fighting for your life still trying to get your breathing under control 🫶🏻

harry loves to overstimulate you i fear </3 he holds your legs down when you try to close them around his head and he keeps licking at you even after you cum <3 you're squirming and you whimper "too much- it's too much-" and he lifts his head to look you in the eyes and says "do you want me to stop?" and you take a few deep breaths before you shake your head and say "no, don't want you to stop" and he barely lets you catch your breath before he leans back down and sucks your clit between his lips </3

jealous sex with Harry yes please 😌 normally it's him who gets jealous and possessive but occasionally it's you and the poor boy would be so helplessly turned on 😌 you're riding him and you grab his jaw to make him look at you, you pull him in for a filthy kiss and say "you're mine, only mine" and his pupils are so blown when he nods and says "only yours" and grips your hips a little tighter 😌

having a threesome with harry and some girl you're both friends with and maybe they're both a little more dominant so they decided to team up on you 🫶🏻 maybe she's going down on you and you're already so turned on you can barely think but then harry grips your chin gently and turns your head to look at him and he pulls you in for a kiss 🫶🏻 you can barely kiss back because you're moaning so much and he's stroking all over your body to make everything more pleasurable while you try so hard to keep it together 🫶🏻 when you cum he's swallowing all of your moans and whimpers and then he rests his forehead against yours saying "think i like kissing you while you cum" and that nearly makes your eyes roll back 🫶🏻 and it's so overwhelming but so so good how they're both focused on you and making you feel better than you ever thought was possible 🫶🏻 probably edging you a bit because harry can be mean sometimes and they feed off each other's energy so they work together to get you worked up and needy, then they're talking to each other like "should we let her cum? no, i don't think so either, I don't think she wants it bad enough" while you're in tears begging them to let you already 🫶🏻

he would be so hesitant at first until he sees that you really want it, then he would give you a gentle slap but you let out a frustrated noise and say "harder, please" and then be would be rougher, maybe enough to turn your head a little and his eyes immediately go wide and he puts his hand on the other side of your face to make you look at him and he says "baby, I'm so sorry, are you okay, I'm so sorry I didn't-" but you cut him off with a kiss because that was exactly what you wanted him to do <3

STOPPPP that phase when babies stick their tongues out constantly, Harry would be laughing at your daughter and copying her so they're both just like 😛 at each other all the time 😭

if there's one thing about harry it's that he's always down get you off! whether it's the middle of the day or the middle of the night he's always ready to drop to his knees and pull your legs over his shoulders or lay back on the bed and say "come sit" as he's pulling you by your legs ❤️

thinking about how harry insists the crowd be loud for him and how that carries over to the bedroom 🫶🏻 he keeps stopping and when you whine he says "I don't know I'm doing a good job unless you tell me, and then I have to stop... so why don't you make some noise for me love?" and he phrases it like a question but you know it's really not a question 🫶🏻 every time he can tell you're trying to hold back he slows down until you're clutching at his arm and trying to get him to move faster but he just says "if you were really desperate you'd be moaning for me, so let me fucking hear you" 🫶🏻

or a twist, harry being mad at you which leads to some very passionate angry sex 😵‍💫 he leans closer to your face and whispers "I don't want to hear a single sound out of you, understand?" and puts his thumb on your chin to pull your mouth open so he can spit on your tongue 😵‍💫

thinking about how harry is definitely huge on foreplay 🫶🏻 he loves teasing you and kissing and licking all over spots he knows are sensitive until you're worked up and needy for him 🫶🏻 even when you're frustrated and begging him to just get into it already he smirks and says "don't think so love, be a good girl and let me have my fun" because he gets off on making you feel good 🫶🏻

on this fine Tuesday evening I'm thinking about quarantining with best friend harry 🫶🏻 one day a week or so in he flops down next to you and says "I'm bored" and you roll your eyes because he's been saying that every day but you say "we could watch a movie?" and he just sighs saying "we've watched everything good already" and you laugh, running your fingers through his hair because you know he likes it 🫶🏻 then he looks up at you suggestively and says "I know something we could do to pass the time 😏" and you're just like "really? how can you be this horny all the time" and he huffs in frustration saying "well I'm bored and lonely and i miss- doing stuff" and you can tell he's a little shy because normally he wouldn't be hesitant to tell you exactly what he wants 😔 after a few minutes of silence he says "have you ever thought about it?" and you smirk a little saying "it's hard not to, what with you prancing around on stage every night talking about oral sex and the female orgasm... it puts ideas in a girl's mind" and he laughs, shuffling a little closer to say "have you ever wanted to? with me?" and finally you blush a little, saying "we don't do that" and he shakes his head saying "we could though... And it's not like it has to lead anywhere, it could just be... stress relief" and you laugh a little, asking "and what do you have to be stressed about?" and he rests his head back on your lap, whining "everything, I've got all this pent up energy in me I just don't know what to do with" and you're quiet for just a moment to long, to the point where he sees it as your way of rejecting him, so he sits up saying "if it's not something you want, I'll fuck off, I didn't mean to-" and you cut him off to say "it's something I want" and his lips curl up in the most cocky smile when he says "yeah?" and when you nod, he says "why waste time then? let's get into it" and he pushes you to lay back on the couch 🫶🏻

harry noticing that you don't really like to be touched, you don't always go in for a hug when greeting him or saying goodbye, and you never initiate things like cuddling 😔 he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything so he doesn't bring it up, he just lets you move at your own pace 😔 then after you've been together for a while and you start to really trust him he notices you slowly start to touch him more and that makes him so happy 😔 he's careful not to take things too fast but then one day he comes home and you fling your arms around him saying you missed him, and hugs you back thinking he's never been happier now that you're comfortable with him 😔

your baby saying dada before she says mama, Harry would be sooooo smug all "I always knew she liked me more 😌"

asking harry to play his music during sex 🤭 he would definitely be a little hesitant and you say "we don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable, it's just ..." and you lean closer to whisper "your voice turns me on" and he would immediately be like 🫡yes ma'am 🫡 and run his naked lil butt off to find his phone 🤭he would definitely play the horny songs im thinking cinema, ws, only angel, and carolina 😌

harry is for sure into some light ass play 😌 running his thumb over it while he's going down on you and he loves the way you gasp at the new sensation and how everything feels more intense 😌

no I need to have soft sex with him where you're giggling together and teasing each other when something a little silly happens and overall having fun because you like each other so much and you just want to please each other 😔

going for a night swim with harry, neither of you wearing your swimming suits 😌 he's crouching down in the water so he's covered up to his neck and he pulls you to sit on him with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck 😌 he says "such a pretty girl" and gives you a good long kiss 😌

or rubbing his thumbs over your nipples through your shirt constantly, you're like "harry 🙄" and he goes "what? they're looking at me" and does it again 😌

Harry's been teasing you for a while and not giving you what you want, finally you tip your head back on the pillow and say "please, I need you" and he smirks saying "you need to be a good girl and take what I give you" and gets right back to teasing 😌

or when he's been fingering you for a while and he can feeeeel how wet you are and he says "you're all sticky baby, want me to clean you up?" and he leans down to lick into you 😌

i also believe harry regularly has to hold you down while he's eating you out because you move too much 🫶🏻 his arms press against your thighs and hips and he has his hands on your waist to keep you still so he can work 🫶🏻 he knows it's more intense when you can't move around at all and he also knows you get off on seeing how strong he is so he's happy to oblige 🫶🏻

i would also like to discuss the filthy disgusting noises he makes when he goes down on you 🫶🏻 taking deep breaths in through his nose because he can't bear to pull away for any amount of time and because he likes to smell you 🫶🏻 he moans against you because he's so turned on and because he likes how it makes you jerk and gasp 🫶🏻 he probably closes his eyes most of the time because he just wants to be immersed in how you feel and smell 🫶🏻

telling him you want to listen to cinema in the bedroom and he's nodding but then suddenly he giggles and you're like ?? and he says "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, i-" and then he's giggling more 😭 finally he gets it together enough to say "you want me to make you pop" and then he's laughing so hard he collapses on top 😭 you roll your eyes saying "well now you ruined the mood" and try to push him away but he grabs your arms, keeping you close and saying "I'm sorry baby, didn't mean to, don't go please" and you act all 🙄 fine I guess I'll stay 🙄 even though you both know you adore his laugh and his giggly face 😭 finally he calms down enough to kiss you and he murmurs "I'll do it though, I'll do anything you want me to" and kisses you again 😌

thinking about watching the dwd trailer with fwb harry and you know you have absolutely no reason to be upset but it makes you a little jealous to see him kissing someone else and being so intimate, even though you know it's not real and he's not really yours to be jealous over but you can't help it. so you're a little sad and removed that night, maybe he invited you to a little party/gathering the cast was having to celebrate the trailer release and he's being so sweet, introducing you to everyone and you're only a little upset when he says "and this is my friend" even though you know really, that's all you agreed to be 😔 then you wander into the kitchen by yourself and let him mingle and say hi to everyone, but it's not long before he comes looking for you because he always wants to be next to you 😔 you smile and greet him, but he can tell it's not quite a real smile so he steps closer and puts his hands on your hips, pressing you back against the counter and ducking down to look you in the eye and he says "what's the matter love? you're too pretty to be looking so sad" and that gets you to crack a smile, you shake your head and say "nothing, it's nothing" but he frowns, not moving away as he says "it's not nothing if it has you nearly crying, you can tell me what's wrong" and you sigh, avoiding his eyes when you say "i hate seeing you kiss someone else" and his eyes go wide when he realizes maybe you feel the same way about him that he does about you 😔 he says "and I hate kissing anyone that isn't you" and that finally gets your attention, you look up and say "really?" and he nods, leaning a little closer to whisper "and I think we both know we stopped being just friends a long time ago" and kisses your cheek 😔 then he says "why don't you stay here, and I'll go tell everyone we're heading out? I'll say you're not feeling well or something" and you try to argue saying you don't want him to miss the party, but he shakes his head and says "I don't care about the party, just want to get out of here so I can make my girl feel better" and he pinches your lip gently before he's walking out to say goodbye to everyone 😌

convincing harry that you really want to watch a horror movie with him even though he knows you'll be too scared to sleep afterwards and he tries to get you to watch something else but you insist so finally he agrees and puts on something he's already seen before, one that he hopes won't scare you too badly, and then half way through you're clinging into him and jumping at the most mild jump scares and basically shaking and he's trying so hard not to laugh when he says "why don't we turn it off for the night? we can finish it in the morning" and you shake your head, refusing to give in so he just sighs and cuddles you close 😭 then afterwards you're getting ready for bed and you start hearing the low rumbles of thunder and you look at him with wide eyes because you're already freaked out from the movie and this is just too much to handle, but he laughs and says "don't worry baby I'll keep you safe" 😔

harry definitely gets off on knowing he can make you soak through your panties in less than 30 seconds and without even touching you <3

harry figuring out that you've had some really bad relationships in the past, even though you've never told him any specifics he can just kind of tell 😔 from then on he's so careful to make sure he's respecting all of your boundaries without question, and showing you that his hands will only ever touch you gently and with love 😔

[rosenallies]

hii i really miss the phone sex au prompt influx 🥹 would you consider writing something where rosé and denali open up to one another about a parallel trauma in their lives, mutually figuring out how they would comfort each other, maybe something about body image?

<3 Ty for the prompt love <3

Tw//mentions of ED and a central theme of body image issues </3

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“How do you do it?” Denali asked late one night, voice muffled by Rosé’s neck where she hid her face from the world.

Rosé’s brows furrowed together with confusion. “Do what, baby?”

Denali rolled off of her, leaving them side by side in bed. “Just-just,” she stammered, pressing the heels of her hands in her eyes to satiate the burn of tears forming, “How do you stay so confident? I-I feel like I try so hard but when I look in the mirror I-“

“Nali,” Rosé sighed as she started to cry, hiccuping into her hands until Rosé pulled her close again, soothing her with her touch.

“I’m not as confident as you think,” Rosé softly admitted when she was no longer afraid Denali would cry herself sick.

Denali shifted, looking up at Rosé, puzzled. “You’re not? But you seem so-“

Rosé shrugged. “I got really good at hiding it. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely better than I used to be. My teenage years were really really hard.”

She looked back down at Denali, the younger’s face silently urging her to go on, to open up to her in a way she hadn’t before. 

Sighing shakily, Rosé sat up, leaning against the headboard and motioning for Denali to do the same. She tucked a strand of hair behind Denali’s ear and smiled sadly before she spoke. “The reason I’m so attuned to you and your self image issues and your disordered eating is because I lost my teenage years to all of that. I know what to look for because I did all the same things, I felt all the same ways and sometimes I still do.”

Denali’s stomach sank imagining Rosé, the one and only person who she was absolutely sure she loved, feeling that way. “How come you’ve never told me?”

“I didn’t want you to ever worry,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the entire world.

“But, Rosie,” Denali whispered, lacing their fingers together, “I want to take care of you like you take care of me.”

“I know you do, sweet girl,” Rosé replied, kissing the crown of Denali’s head, “it’s hard to talk about sometimes too, I never know how to bring it up.”

Denali nodded, she understood that well. “Did yours start with your mom too?”

“More or less,” Rosé shrugged, “it was a lot of things but she didn’t exactly help anything. You know I’m a bit of a perfectionist, I’ve always been that way.”

“Yeah,” Denali replied sadly, an ache in her chest, “how did you get better?”

Rosé sucked in breath sharply, anxious at the thought of letting Denali in like that, but when she looked down at her partner, her lover, all she saw was trust and love in her eyes, not judgement or anger like so many of the people before her. “I-um-I spent some time in the hospital, a couple months actually. I still struggled a lot after but therapy and a lot of little things helped.”

“Oh, Rosie,” Denali sniffed, leaning her head against her shoulder, “I’m so sorry.”

“It is what it is,” she said, ignoring the way it felt like she was reeling at her confession, anxious that Denali now saw her differently, weak somehow.

But Denali only snuggled against her lovingly, sighing deeply. “I think you’re perfect, do you know that?”

“I think you’re perfect too.”

Eyes shining with fresh tears, Denali leaned up and kissed Rosé softly, a million words wrapped up in a single chaste kiss. When they pulled away, Rosé’s pale cheeks were flushed and her eyes were misty like Denali’s.

“Maybe if you ever wanted some help, like you know how you do with me when I feel bad, I could help you too? Only if you wanted but it really helps me.”

Smiling to herself, Rosé imagined all the times she’d made Denali feel beautiful in a new dress or how she’d finally gotten her to have dinner when the mere thought made her chest tighten or how she’d kissed and kissed over every spot on Denali’s body that she didn’t like; all the things Rosé used to imagine someone else doing for her when she was at her worst. It felt good to give someone else the relief that she never had, but maybe she could still find that relief and maybe that would stitch up the last little bit of the wound that was still open, silence that quiet but persistent voice in her head telling her that she should let herself fall back into old habits and let that monster take control again. 

“I’d like that, darling, you’re so good to me. I’m sorry this has turned into talking about me when I know you’ve had a tough day, are you doing okay? Do you need anything?”

“All I need is you,” Denali said, realizing her words were cheesy yet true, “just being with you makes me feel better. And I’m sorry if me having these issues ever brings back any of those feelings for you, that really is not ever my intention.”

“I know, love, I know. Please don’t ever feel that way, though, I just want to make sure you’re healthy and taking care of yourself. I love you too much to let you suffer alone like I did.”

Denali looked up at her, a tender look in her eye. “Now neither of us have to suffer alone because we have each other.”

Cracking a smile, Rosé wrapped her arms tightly around Denali, kissing her head once more. “That’s right, baby girl. Never alone.”