#tumbl PLS remember my tags i beg

[greatfcx]

GOD CALLED...

"Huh... must've missed this one somehow..."

[rainbowshawn]

anyway. i always imagine sneaky sight seeing with shawn. finding the hole in the wall cafes, small bars, walking around in those parks that have the trees on either side creating an aisle and almost a covering. it's his off day and he rlly just wants to spend it with you, so you guys are trying to be lowkey and he's got a tight grip on your hand in case you guys need to make a run for it and just lots of giggles and him tugging on you to keep up with his giraffe legs

(cont) OOH sitting at this french inspired cafe,and he's sitting across from you but he's got a hand holding your hand across the table and his legs outstretched so he can slot yours between his and with your other hand you're stuffing your face with choc croissants and all kinds of pastries, occasionally feeding him bites while he sips his coffee with his other hand. when you go to feed him, he'll playfully nibble on your fingertips or try to be seductive and lick at them and end up bursting w/laughter. his phone ringing while you guys are out and as he reaches for his phone you start pouting at him bc it was meant to be just you guys and no work. you know no one else calls him and as soon as he picks up, he'll probs leave you for a bit. he motions 1 second and he picks it up all whilst you still pout at him. you try to detangle your hand from his but his grip tightens and he gives you his own pout. once he's done with his call, he pulls your hand and your body shifts closer to the edge of your seat and he uses his other hand to tilt your chin to him. his thumb presses into your pout and he leans closer to give you a sweet kiss, "i love you" and as you try to sit properly again, he doesn't let you go, "say it back" he'll whine and keep pressing little kisses all over your face until you let out a laugh in his face, "i love you too" you whisper. and he's satisfied, giving you another big kiss and stealing a piece of your pastries, "hey!" and he kisses u just to shut u up and you can taste the sticky glaze on his lips and there's nothing in the world that felt better than that moment right there. he lets you go and now you're both flushed from the giggles, kisses and the morning sun shining through the cafe. he gets the pastry with the glaze to take home because why not, he remembers the blush on your cheeks after that kiss and it was a damn good pastry. you both leave the cafe and go on a walk about, seeing the different buildings and pointing out the different things you guys see. you take selfies in front of fountains and take note of the places you should stop by when you have more time or on your way back. he's sending some of these to the groupchat he has with his fam and his mum is asking whether you're both warm and how you guys are. not having a photographer follow him around so when he wants a photo of the two of you in front of this beautiful setting with the sun creating the perfect glow, he refuses your offer to take it for him, insisting that you MUST be by his side in it. your suggestion of a selfie goes unheard as he approaches an older couple and asks them to take a pic for him and his girl by the ledge overseeing the water. he walks back with the biggest shit eating grin bc "HA! in your face, we're going to take this couple photo" and he's opening his arms wide to engulf you. he stands by your side holding you sooo tightly to him as the woman takes your photo. he thanks them and he goes through the photos with you. he scrolls a little too far and you see he has a photo of you stuffing your face with a choc croissant from earlier with a bit of choc on your cheek and it isn't cute but he literally melts when he sees it and "my gosh, could you get any fkn cuter" while you're standing there unimpressed, arms crossed bc "wtf that's so embarrassing! you better had not sent this to your mum, shawn or i'll literally kill you!! deleTE IT RN! pls" his phone's back in his pocket and he grabs your face with a hand on either of your cheeks pulling you in for a kiss then squeezing your cheeks. that shut you up alright, second time he's got you a lil speechless. he grins cheekily and slides his hand down to grab your hand and is on his merry way. you walk around and he talks your ear off, occasionally swinging your entwined hands up and giving your knuckles a kiss and he's got heart eyes when you do the same to his.

OH WOW THIS MADE ME S O F T. 

He’d be so preoccupied in making it feel normal for you. If he saw a group of people he thought would try to stop him, he’d drag you by your hand down some alternate path. Your giggles would fill the air as he tugged you along and you’d joyfully follow him anywhere. And sharing your food has just become routine for the two of you. You learned quickly that he was a human garbage disposal and he’d pick off your plate regardless of how much he ate themselves. Your chocolate muffins were anything but safe.

He knew the two of you needed a day to be just you. No distractions and no work. He felt so guilty as he picked up his phone, knowing your squinting look was just covering up your slight tinge of hurt in your chest. But when he pulled you in for a kiss after a call, you didn’t deny him. You never could. 

and that extra pastry he brings home? he’d end up giving it to you when you had cramps the next morning in hopes of cheering you up. The taste of the pastry just made you think of the taste of his lips and that beautiful moment in the quaint, hole in the wall cafe. Your smile wouldn’t fade off your face for the rest of that morning. 

And that picture!!! He’d even ask the lady to take a couple for you guys so it could be just right. She’d just chuckle lightly, telling you guys that you were ‘the definition of love’ while she snapped a few more of you and your cheeks would turn bright red, prompting him to press sweet little kisses to them. 

Once he got his phone back his eyes would settle on that very picture; your arms wrapped around his waist as his hands hold your face to his lips. You’re giggling wildly in the photo, nose scrunched up and cheeks bright and rosy, and he couldn’t love you anymore. The golden sun lit the photo perfect, mimicking the warmth the two of you shared for each other. He’d be speechless for a moment as you looked at the photo, needing a moment to catch his breath. 

“I cannot believe how lucky I got with you,” he’d huff, blinking his eyes in disbelief, “you make my heart stop, lovey.”

He’d kiss your head and you’d giggle as you watch his long fingers press a couple of buttons, setting the photo as his wallpaper. 

“Mmm somebody is smitten,” you’d joke.

“Can’t help myself with a girl like you,”

And you were just as smitten with him. That is until you saw that godforsaken candid photo from the cafe. A groan would immediately tumble out of your mouth and your face would contort dramatically as you beg him to delete it. He’d just giggle and pull you in for another breathtaking kiss after whispering “you’re so beautiful and you don’t even know it” against your lips.

You two would continue on with your peaceful day, making the most of your version of “normal”. He’d be telling you all these stories, showing you all these different landmarks in the city he’d been to a million times, and crack his corny jokes and you’d just listen in amazement, beaming the whole time. You’d walked for a while, eventually ending up on a park bench together. You would be people watching in silence until you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

@shawnmendes tagged you in a photo.

Your eyes would flicker over to him, shooting him a confused look. Your face would light up as you see the picture the older woman took of you two earlier. You didn’t think your smile could get any bigger until you read the caption,

If this lasts forever I’ll be just fine.

You’d grab his face up and pull him in for a kiss so quickly, he’d flinch at the action. He’d relax into the kiss, immediately melting into your affection. Your lips would dance with his in another kiss that left him absolutely speechless. 

“I love you,” you say, pressing little pecks to his lips. 

His lips would be stuck in a loving, crooked smile and he’d just stare at you in wonder, eyes drooping from being love drunk. He’d be rendered speechless as he took your beauty in, feeling like his heart may burst at any moment. 

You’d kiss his smiling lips with a bit more force, making a loud humming smooch against them, “say it back.”

He’d giggle at your mockery, snapping out of his daze and pulling you by your waist into his lap.

“I love you too. So much.”

[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

Bien Pour Moi (Good For Me)

Alrighty, friends. This one was requested a while ago, so this is for the anon that requested riding Louis and making him beg. I’m sorry this took so long. There is some French (translated from google but I also tried to use what little I remember from high school but nonetheless I put translations directly after because if there’s one thing I hate it’s having to scroll all the way to the bottom of a fic for the translations. Anyways, I hope you guys like this one!

Pairing: Louis Dega/Reader

Warnings: Slight dom/sub undertones, praise kink, swearing, dirty talk, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this), lmk if I should tag anything else!

Word Count: 1370

I didn’t realize how big of a language kink I had until writing this wOw

“You said you’d be good, love.”

Louis is a mess beneath me. And for good reason. We’ve been at it for the better part of the hour. I’ve been working him up all day as we were out running errands. Usually, I do this alone, but he had the day off and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to inflict a little torture on him. All day long, I was whispering in his ear, rubbing against him, keeping my hand on his thigh just shy of where he would want it most. As soon as we had gotten home he had begged me to do something. He stood in the kitchen archway, watching as I put away groceries, pointedly ignoring his pleas and requests. He looked practically giddy with excitement when I told him to wait for me in the bedroom; excited to finally get off after a day filled with teasing. Little did he know, I had plans.

He was being good, keeping his hands to himself, his hips had stayed stip more or less; until now. He pants heavily as I trail my hands up and down his chest.

“I-” he gasps trying to compose himself after being denied yet another orgasm, hips twitching pitifully, “I’m trying, mon amour.”

“Not hard enough.” I say, pulling his hands, that had shot to my hips upon removing myself from touching him, back to their rightful position above his head, gripping at the bedposts, “If you move them again, you will not cum tonight. Understood?” My tone is harsh, he needs to learn. He whines but nods nonetheless.

I’m not sure how much longer I want to play this game. I love seeing him whine and whimper and moan underneath me. He’s so beautiful like this, tanned skin moving deliciously over straining muscles as he refrains from writhing under my touch, his glasses are set askew on his face, but he doesn’t seem to even notice. But my own need is quickly making itself present, and I’m getting impatient.

I hum thoughtfully, trailing my hand down his v-line, pulling up at the last second, enjoying the ways his muscles twitch below my fingertips, “Here’s what’s going to happen, chéri.” I say softly, leaning down to whisper in his head, nipping at his lobe gently, “I am going to sit on your face. You are going to get me off. And then, if you’re good,” I pause to chuckle darkly, “and only, if you’re good, I’ll let you cum.”

He whimpers, nodding his head enthusiastically, “Je serai bien pour toi.” (I will be good for you.)

With that, I move up the bed, placing his head in between my thighs. I reach down and take off his glasses, folding the arms behind the lens’ and setting them gently down on the bed-side table. My hand threads itself through his hair as I lower myself closer to his mouth. I stop just before his lips meet mine. His eyes never break from mine; he’s waiting for my permission.

I nod, giving his curls a sharp tug, “Go on then.”

He leans his head up, pressing a soft kiss to my folds. My lips part in anticipation, I fight to not let myself give control over to him, “Do not. Tease me.” I grit out, tugging sharply on his hair again.

And with that, his mouth opens and his tongue begins to slide against my lips sensually. I let my head roll back, a soft moan pulling itself from my lips. I always forget just how good he is with his mouth. He’s sucking and pulling at my clit, the loud noises filling the quiet of the room. Before I know it, I am all but grinding my heat against his mouth. The feeling of his tongue sliding against me so sinfully has my mouth running.

“Tellement bien pour moi, Louis.” I moan breathlessly, “Tellement bon.” (So good for me, Louis. So good.)

He’s moaning against me, sending vibrations through my core. He moves his mouth lower so he can fuck me with his tongue and I can feel his nose pressed against my clit.

“Merde, (shit,)” I moan, feeling myself approach the edge, “That’s it Lou, make me cum.”

He gives my clit one last hard suck and that’s it for me. I’m tumbling over the edge with a cry of his name. He lets me ride out my orgasm on top of him, hips twitching with the aftershocks. I eventually make my way down his body again, pressing my lips against his and tasting myself on his tongue.

“étais-je bon? (Was I good?)” he asks softly, his voice tinged with need.

I cup his jawline, kissing him again as I swing my leg back over his hips, “You were so good, Louis. So good.” As I speak, I line him up with my entrance, “Think you’re ready? It’s finally your turn baby.”

I don’t even give him a chance to answer, I just begin to slowly sink myself down onto him. His head rolls back, eyebrows drawn in but his eyes never leave mine. The moan of relief that leaves his mouth is beautiful, and I almost wish I could record it and play it back. When I don’t move right away he begins to whine again, determined to keep still as I had instructed.

I place my hands on his chest, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “What do you say, Louis?”

“Pleasepleaseplease,” he whimpers, his head thrashing back and forth across the pillow, “S'il vous plaît, mon amour, J'en ai besoin.” (please, my love, I need it)

Finally taking pity on him, I begin to move. Slowly. Dragging my hips so that just the tip stays inside of me and then slowly sinking back down. Repeating the action again and again. Louis is panting and whining below me, eyes clenched shut and mouth hung open, yet no sound escaping. I lean back down to speak into his ear.

“I want to hear you, mon amour.”

It’s not a request. He knows this. And he obeys flawlessly. It’s like a flood gate has opened, a stream of noises falls from his lips. Beautiful whimpers, moans and whines as I ride him oh so slowly. When I begin to speed up, his breath gets caught in his throat, eyebrows furrowing further. A strangled moan rips out of his throat, his arms flexing as he struggles to keep his hands above his head.

I know this isn’t going to last long, teasing him all day definitely did not help him there, so let myself feel it. The way his cock drags against my walls with every roll of my hips, the brush of his pelvis against my clit, the flex of his muscles below my fingers. It’s all so good, and I’m so sensitive from my previous orgasm and can feel a second one building at the base of my spine.

“Chéri,” Louis whines beneath me, head thrown back, “Close.” He sounds so needy and desperate and I just don’t have it in me to deny him again.

“C’mon love,” I gasp, doubling my efforts, “You’ve been so good for me, let go.”

His body goes taught, arching up into my touch as he finally reaches climax, relieved moans work their way out of his throat, followed by whimpers and whines of over sensitivity. All it takes is the feeling of him painting my walls for me to fall over the edge again, digging my nails into his chest as the pleasure washes over my own body.

I notice as we come down, his hands are still gripped around the bedposts. As I lay on top of him, I gently pull his arms down around me, massaging his aching muscles in his arms and hands. I kiss a soft line up to his mouth.

“Vous étiez si bon pour moi, (You were so good for me)” I mumble against his lips.

I feel him sigh contently against my lips, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. I can feel the tension leave his body as I kiss him down from his high.

“Tellement bien pour moi. (So good for me)” his eyes flutter from the praise before he softly speaks.

“Seulement pour toi.” (only for you)