look at his pudge

u know how sometimes when harry looks at louis w his lil grumpy expression (eyebrows tilted inwards, lips pudged out in a pout) and then his face completely melts? like his face muscles just relax and he raises his eyebrows peacefully and blinks a few times and lets a tiny little fond smile cross his face, almost as if he’s preening under louis’ attention? that’s the good kush

The Devil’s Doughnut

Carson cursed loudly as he pulled off the exit ramp to his work. It was his turn to bring breakfast for the office and he hadn’t remembered until waking up this morning. The dilemma Carson was facing was twofold: he was in direct competition for a promotion at work with Jenny and he feared she may be pulling ahead. Last week, she had brought in homemade quiche, though Carson raised an eyebrow as to the authenticity of the homemade portion of her claims. The quiche tasted suspiciously similar to the ones made at a downtown bistro their boss had previously deemed his favorite restaurant in town. Hack or not, Jenny had been praised throughout the week for her baking skills and now Carson found himself frantically wracking his brain for an immediate solution to office breakfast.

His car slowed as he passed the sign for “Devil’s Doughnuts” and after lingering long enough that a car behind him honked, Carson pulled into the parking lot.  His boss had been on a health craze lately. Though probably laying the foundation for a Human Resources nightmare, Carson’s boss had been chiding employees who were seen eating unhealthier options for their lunch. Carson had the benefit of a fast metabolism and a general apathy towards food. Eating was something that merely fueled his body from Point A to Point B. His slim frame was testament to that. Once Carson took note of his boss’ behavior towards the chips and burger crowd, he made a show of producing salads and crudités for lunch.  Earning a pat on the back and praising of his general trimness, Carson felt his chances of a promotion grow exponentially.

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I drabbled.

ereri, just under 2000 words, pearvi

Levi thinks he has a wonderful excuse. Starving and alone in the streets as a kid? Definitely a good excuse. And it’s not like anyone stopped him from stacking a mountain on his plate in the corps. Nope, no one would stop humanity’s strongest from getting his damn lunch. So what was really going to change now?

Nothing, that’s what.

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Best friends L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry for the time gap between uploads don’t hurt me :) so i had this dream last night with Luke in it and it was a bit dirty so i may or may not base a smut off of that at a later point but anyway here’s some Luke action for you.

warning: smut

word count: 2000+

summary: y/n has been in love with her best friend Luke for a while and she accidentally spills it.


“stop being a pussy and tell him y/n” Michael exclaimed, rolling his eyes at me.

“I can’t tell him, are you serious!? 1, he’s got a girlfriend and 2 he’s my best friend I can’t just go up and say that I like him” I replied, chewing my bottom lip at the craziness of this whole situation.

Luke and I have been best friends since I was born. Our mum’s are best friends so it was inevitable for Luke and I to become close. We stuck by each other when we went through that ‘ew cooties’ stage and the awkward ‘wow she’s grown boobs’ stage but things changed when feelings started to develop.

It sounds crazy that I’m in love with my best friend, like one of those fan fictions but it’s true. I love Luke Robert Hemmings and he can never know. Which is why it was a horrible idea to tell Ashton who went and told Calum who then told Michael because now they’re all pressuring me to pursue Luke.

He’s got a girlfriend, Arzaylea and him have been dating a little over a year now and it hurts when I see them together and apparently it’s clear as day to the boys. Luke can be oblivious at times, I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long without Luke finding out that I love him. I can’t break him and Arzaylea up, he seems to really like her and I don’t want to lose him and jeopardise our friendship.

“yeah a girlfriend who’s a bitch” Calum snorted.

“I think she’s nice” I said in defence.

“y/n you hate her more than any of us” Ashton laughed. I chuckled and nodded, taking a sip of my beer.

“yeah okay she’s a bitch” I agreed making all the boys laugh.

“so are you going to tell him?” Calum asked once everyone calmed down.

“no I’m not, I’m not going to jeopardise our friendship just because I love him okay!” I sighed. The boys all looked behind me and I immediately knew what was happening. “Luke’s behind me isn’t he?” I asked, they all nodded so I turned around in my chair and saw Luke with a furrowed expression on his face.

We made eye contact and as soon as we did I ran out of there, not wanting to hear whatever Luke had to say. I heard him call my name but I continued running until I entered my bedroom. As I went to close the door Luke slid into my room and stood in front of the closed door. My eyes widened and I took a few steps back.

“you love me?” he asked calmly. I chuckled nervously.

“no I don’t, I just said that so they would stop asking me if I liked anyone. You know how they are” I was trying to be convincing but by the way Luke kept on taking steps towards me I knew he didn’t believe me. I kept moving until my back was against the wall and Luke was inches away from me. He pressed his hands on either side of my head and caged me in with his arms.

I’ve been close to Luke before, he’d have me pinned underneath him at times while he tickled me relentlessly or he’d jokingly press wet kisses to my neck but this is different. Luke is different. His eyes are dark and his lip is caught under his teeth. His breathing is different, it’s tense and fast like he’s just ran a marathon.

“L-Luke” I stuttered.

“y/n why are you so nervous, it’s just me” he hummed, brushing his nose against my neck. 

I screwed my eyes shut and tilted my head away from him which just gave him more access to my neck. I felt his soft lips caress my neck, ghosting across my skin like mist. Then I heard him mutter 4 little words that made my eyes go wide. 

“I love you too y/n, so so much”

“w-what?” I stuttered. He pressed solid kisses to my neck and kissed in stray areas until I let out a small whine when he found my sweet spot. I felt him smirk before he sucked on that area causing the air to be knocked out of me. I fisted his t shirt in my hands and tilted my head back to give him even better access.

“what about Arzaylea?” I asked through moans. Luke took his head from my neck and looked at me.

“don’t worry about her, it’s just you and me now y/n” he said with a small smile. I bit my lip and brought my hands from his shirt to cup his neck, pressing my lips to his softly. Luke responded quickly and kissed back with fiery passion. 

He brought his hands from the wall to my waist and guided me to my bed, removing his lips momentarily as he pushed me down on the bed. Luke pulled his t shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor before climbing over me. I looked over his body, his broad shoulders, the way his milky skin pudged slightly at the stomach leading to blonde hairs making his happy trail, disappearing into his tight jeans.

When my eyes connected back to Luke’s I was faced with a cheeky smirk that sent shivers down my spine and a wet patch in my underwear. “like what you see?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I always have” I replied with a look of determination. 

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me gently before peppering kisses down my neck to the neckline of my flimsy tank I was wearing. He sucked spots over my chest and attached his lips to the cleavage peeking out of the top of the tank top.

“can I take this off baby?” he asked, his fingers running underneath the hem of the top. I muttered a yes and soon my tank was lying on the floor laying next to Luke’s top. “I’ve been wanting to touch these pretties for such a long time” he moaned, sitting up slightly in a straddling position and cupping my boobs.

I was sick of his teasing so I took matters into my own hands and reached behind my back to unclip my bra, flinging it across the room once I had. Luke’s eyes widened and he immediately leaned down to take one of my hard nipples into his mouth.

I let out loud moans as he sucked harshly, moving to my other nipple. I felt his mouth leave my nipples before biting and sucking the skin around, creating small hickeys all over my breasts. He moved down and bit my stomach, licking over the area to soothe the fresh wounds. 

“your ass looks so fucking good in these jeans baby, but it would so much better with me pounding in and out of you” he practically growled out the words, tugging down the zipper of my favourite pair of jeans. 

I whimpered out Luke’s name at his wording and stuck my butt up a little so he could pull my jeans down my legs.

He bit his lip as he looked over my body, taking in every curve and bump with his eyes until our eyes met. He smiled and leaned up to kiss me gently. “I love you so much” he muttered. My heart swelled at his words so I kissed him harder and went to pull down the zipper of his jeans.

He moaned against my mouth as I cupped his bulge through his underwear. I thought it’d be awkward, Luke and I having sex after all we’ve been through together but it isn’t. It’s one of the most natural things I’ve ever done. 

“y/n please” he whined as I lightly rubbed over his boxers. 

I knew the tough act wouldn’t hold up, no matter how tough and dominant Luke acts he’ll always be that awkward kid at heart. 

I giggled at his pleas and dipped my hands underneath his boxers to wrap my hand around his thick and hard member. He let out a throaty groan and dug his head into my neck. “don’t laugh at me y/n” he pouted like a child, whimpering as I rubbed circles on his tip, spreading around the precum that had built up.

I took my hand from his boxers causing Luke to look at me and brought my cum covered fingers to my mouth, sucking them off making him groan. He quickly removed his jeans and grabbed a condom from his back pocket before returning to me.

His thumbs hooked underneath my underwear then he looked up into my eyes for reassurance. “can I?” he asked softly. 

I bit my lip and nodded, closing my eyes as I felt my underwear being slowly pulled down my body. I sucked in a deep breath when I felt Luke’s warm breath hit my core. 

“open your eyes beautiful” he whispered, tapping my thighs. I opened my eyes and looked at Luke between my legs. “there’s those gorgeous eyes” he smiled. I watched as his hands spread my thighs and his eyes rake over me.

I felt self conscious under his gaze and immediately covered myself with my hands, not wanting him to look at me any longer. Luke pulled my hands away and looked at me with reassurance. “it’s just you and me baby, don’t worry about anything else” he smiled.

I bit my lip and nodded before letting out a small yelp at the unexpected sensation of Luke’s tongue pressed flat against me. I arched my back off the mattress as his tongue wiggled it’s way between my folds only to be pushed back down my Luke’s hand.

“Luuuke” I whimpered, gripping his hair tight between my fingers. He groaned against me causing sparks of pleasure to rush through me, making me moan louder. I felt his lips wrap around my clit and suck harshly and I could already feel my high approaching.

Luke circled a finger around my entrance before pushing it in and curling it so it hit my g-spot. I came unexpectedly when he added a second finger, my body couldn’t handle his harsh sucking on my clit and his thick fingers prodding at my g-spot. 

He lifted his head to look at me and I whimpered at the sight of his chin and mouth, dripping with my cum and juices. I pulled him up and pressed my lips against his so I could taste myself on his mouth. My hands slipped under his boxers and tugged slightly on his hard member.

He whimpered against my mouth and ground his bulge into my hand. I tugged his boxers down his thigh and wrapped my hand around his hard dick properly. “no, I’m not going to last. I need you now” he rushed, looking at me dead in the eye as he slid the condom onto his length.

“you ready y/n?” he asked, looking into my eyes for reassurance. I nodded and kissed him as I felt his tip nudge at my entrance. He slid in fully and I gasped at the slight burn I felt from the stretch caused by how big he was. “you okay?” he asked, alarmed at my reaction.

“I’m fine, you can move” I whispered once I had gotten used to his size. Luke started to grind his hips with mine, slipping in and out of me. I let out cries as the pleasure consumed me and scratched my nails down his back. Luke dug his head in my neck and bit down on my shoulder.

“I love you” he muttered over and over again as his slow deep thrusts became slightly slower, indicating that he was close. I reached between us to circle my fingers over my clit as I felt my high approaching. Every thrust, every sound, every movement either of us made was full of love. We didn’t need anything else, it was just us.

“Luke I’m close” I gasped.

“same baby” he returned in my neck. My high approached quick and I hugged Luke’s body tight as I released, crying out his name as tears escaped my eyes. I felt Luke’s warm cum release into the condom before he slid out and removed the condom from him.

He collapsed next to me and brought me to cuddle into his chest. He was sweaty and sticky from our activities and I’m sure I was too but neither of us cared. We were happy together and that’s all that mattered.

“I love you Luke”

“I love you too y/n”

ladybuvelle  asked:

Headcanon: Jayce wears shapewear (like corsets/girdles, or something similar to spanx).

// Yes!! He does actually! As a matter of fact this is one of my all time favorite headcannons for him, the best example being that his famed fur coat is always worn with some form of shapewear underneath the abdomen- most often a girdle or corset.

Jayce has always been relatively fit, but used to be much more slim in his days working alongside Viktor. Think Clint Eastwood’s body type back in his movie heyday- strong, but not necessarily showy in any way shape or form. He had no need for strength training or constantly keeping himself in top condition. With no one actively trying to kill him, there was no reason to worry about bulking up.

That changed post-Viktor conflict. In one of Jayce’s many hospital induced epiphanies, Jayce realized he was likely going to be fighting for his life in the very near future for what could be quite a long time. While he’d been no weakling before, he had barely been strong enough to keep hold of the mercury hammer while using it in a fight. If he was going to be using it again, he needed to get stronger. The trade off to that strength, however, was gaining a decent bit of weight both in muscle mass and body fat.

Jayce is not overweight, and by no means is he “bara”, but he’s certainly a little thicker than he’s used to or even totally comfortable with. He still very much conforms to the idea that gentlemen should be slim and well maintained, often wearing girdles and corsets to keep his waist slimmed for formal and public appearances.

In his narcissism’s defense, shapewear isn’t an unheard of practice in Piltover. Many high class men and women use it to maintain their image almost to point of competition.

Snowbaz Swimming Au

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12


yoooo i think this might be the longest chapter yet, and I started planning the other ones. i want to finish some more and queue them or something idk

baz pov again

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Viktor arrives thirty minutes early in the pizza shop. Every now and then, he glances at his watch and then eyes the entrance of the shop just to check if Yuuri has arrived. He wonders what Yuuri is wearing, not that it really matters because he knows that Yuuri will look good in anything anyway.

Will he be a wearing a v-neck? Oh Yuuri looks very good in a v-neck… Viktor smiles giddily at the thought. No, Viktor should not be thinking about how beautiful and perfect Yuuri is, lest he forgets that this is not a date–this is just a casual meet-up with a friend. Right, just a casual meet-up…

Viktor trails off in his thoughts as he spots Yuuri entering through the door. Yuuri looks like he has been running to the shop in fear that he might be late. He is wearing a simple white shirt–that’s not a v-neck–but it’s sticking close to his body because of his sweat. And it makes him look oh-so perfect. Viktor could clearly see the soft pudge of his belly and it’s accentuating the sexy curve of his waist. And god, he’s wearing yoga pants! Why is he wearing yoga pants?

“Umm, Viktor?” Yuuri asks, averting his eyes and scratching the back of his neck

Oh, Yuuri is in front of Viktor now. Wow, he even looks so beautiful up close. He stares at Yuuri and he notices the pink blush that creeps to his cheeks when their eyes met. Oh, Yuuri looks so cute when he blushes! Viktor should make him blush more often.

“Viktor, what are you–Er, is there something on my face?” Yuuri asks, bringing a hand up to cover his face.

And now Viktor can’t see his blush, nor his chocolate-brown eyes, nor his soft lips—


“Uhh… yes?” Viktor says, finally snapping out if it. “I mean, no! No, nothing is on your face.” He shakes his hands in front of Yuuri to emphasize his point. “Sorry, I was acting weird,” he adds, dropping his gaze and bringing a hand to his forehead. “I just wasn’t thinking straight.”

“It’s okay,” says Yuuri as he takes the seat across Viktor. “I understand that you must be still be down over her.”


“Over ‘her,’ you know, Trisha, your girlfriend… uh sorry, I mean ex-girlfriend.”

Oh right, Viktor has just broken up with his girlfriend yesterday. But why is Yuuri bringing her up? He doesn’t want to talk about Trisha, he wants to talk to Yuuri; that’s why he has invited him here. Viktor can’t help but feel a bit disappointed to think that Yuuri is okay in talking about Viktor’s past lovers. Viktor gets jealous all the time whenever Yuuri talks about Phichit, even though he knows that they are not together.

“I… don’t want to talk about her, okay?” says Victor. I just want to talk to you and spend time with you.

Okaaay this is just some warm-up writing exercise to prepare myself in writing the Childhood friends AU by @skygemspeaks

I’m done with the outline… but I can’t start on it right now because I’m busy preparing for an art exhibit.

Viktor here is probably quite… selfish, I guess. Like I don’t think he’s the kind of person to just forget about breaking up with someone and not feeling bad about hurting someone… even though he has realized he has feelings for Yuuri. Anyways, I’m not gonna include this in the actual fic

Cut Along the Dotted Line Pt. 2

Requested?: No

TW: self harm, depression, anxiety, alcohol, drugs, sex, a/b/o, female reader with a little pudge 

Summary: Alpha! Sam is desperately looking for his mate and has found a charming, skittish omega. AU in which the Winchester Brothers are Men of Letters too.

The sight of the bandage pained Sam. Wrists weren’t wrapped like that if there wasn’t a reason for it. His body screamed at him to say something but his hardwiring told him to not. He kept his gaze on the white wrapping for a second more, then finally offered a quick smile. Despite everything inside you, you found yourself missing the dimpled smile from just a few minutes ago.  

“You’re good.” Sam said to fill your harsh silence. “Where’d you learn?”

The idea of you being good at anything caused you to laugh, a sound Sam most definitely wanted to hear again. “Home, school, hustling to get money for the road trip.”

“Road trip?” Sam asked, his eyebrows raised in curiosity as he pocketed three of his stripes at once. 

You nodded as you leaned over the table to get a clear shot. Much to his disappointment, nothing spilled out from your muscle shirt. Sam could distinctively see a jiggle, though, and that was promising. “Started in St. Louis. I  met up with the two alphas there. Isabella was a friend from school.” 

"Why Kansas? We’re pretty boring.”

You’re pretty alight, you let the flirty comment pass, not trusting yourself again. “Listen Sam, you are far better than any alpha I’ve met but I will not give into the cliche of swapping traumatic life stories with a stranger in a bar.”

Sam raised his hands in a position of surrender. “Forgive me. I shouldn’t be prying.” His eyes flickered down to the green carpeted table and watched as you pointed your stick toward the pocket you wanted the 8 ball in. You sunk it in, and he smiled fondly. “I hardly ever lose.”

There was a twinkle in your eyes he hadn’t seen before after he complimented you. He wanted to keep that twinkle there all the time. “First time for everything.”

This man you were with, his eyes were ever changing. Now, as he laughed they were a gentle chestnut similar to his hair color. Sam took long strides and sat back down at the table. You joined him, eager to follow. “Not to pry, but I think your friends might be all night.” 

“I’m afraid you’re right Sam.” You said his name, Sam’s heart nearly melted with fondness. “And my car is back at the motel.”

The perfect opportunity had presented itself for Sam. “I could walk you home.” 

Run. Panic. Cut. Bleed. No. Basic instinct, lack of trust said no. The soft feeling of sleep that you got from Sam’s scent said “I’d like that.”

Sam was gallant in his way of standing, offering out his arm to you. An offer you  didn’t refuse. “Where’s your jacket?” He didn’t ask shyly, he asked with a familiarity and eagerness to look after you,

“The  backseat of the couple’s car.” Seconds couldn’t even pass before he was out of his jacket and zipping you up in it. “W-what about you?” The stutter was unavoidable as his warm scent enveloped you now.

“I’ll be okay.  Besides, if I let you keep it, I might have an excuse to see you again.” 

He stuffed his hands, which as you now stared here huge, in his pockets after you had rewrapped yourself around his arm. The tail of his flannel shirt covered the tan, veiny backs of his hands enough to suffice. “You want to see me again?” 

Sam gave you what appeared to be a bewildered expression. The street lamps only offered so much light. “Of course. You have a story that I want to hear.” 

"I wouldn’t expect a happy ending if I were you.” 

It was off putting to Sam that you seemed so set in that despair. “Well I like to think the world is a bit better than that.” 

“Is that why you aren’t jumping out of your pants to get in mine?” 

“Omegas are so much more than a biological sex doll.” He was quick with his response. “You are beautiful and strong, so intelligent.” He could just tell. 

"Right . Well this one isn’t.” You whimpered walking faster and pressing yourself  closer to Sam as you realized how dark it was. The keys to your room dangled from your fingers as you edged him along closer to the door to your room. 

“You’re wrong.” It was faint, hardly a sound but it echoed all the same as you opened the door and flicked on the light. He shifted his large frame slightly. “That Chevelle in the parking lot yours?”

"You know cars?”

 "My older brother taught me some things. He’s amazing at what he does. Dean and I could paint it up real slick for you.”

There was the slightest tint of blue to his eyes, and you liked to think that meant hope. “A-alright.” 

Sam smiled and took one of Dean’s business cards from his pocket and flipped it over to the back. He scratched out his name followed by an ellipsis and then his number. When he handed it to you, your fingers brushed and he felt it. You felt it. The entire motel probably felt it. Alpha and omega. Soulmates. 

"Could I call you tomorrow? Maybe take you out for breakfast?”Holding back the fear and the pain, you nodded giggling like a damn school girl.  Sam grinned, hesitantly licked his lips, and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, leaving with a silent wave. 

Staring down at the card in your hands later that evening, you stared down at the bandage. Peeling the gauze away, you let out a smile seeing the three little black dots in a vertical row on the underside of your left wrist with fading angry red lines between them. 

You eat yet?

Originally posted by bilosan

Pairing : Dean x Plussize!Reader.
Word count : 1,047
Author : Mel
Warnings : Nothing really. mentions of sex, feederism, but none written.

Part 1 of Dinner with Dean.

A/N : I tend to fall for those guys. The ones who want to fuck a fat chick but nothing more, and they look good and treat you good in the moment, so you over look it.. So when I get something meaningful, I get scared that’s all they want. I’m glad that’s not a worry anymore. - I felt a need to write it after seeing a few posts on my dash about feeder Dean. I obviously follow the right kinda people.

The first time you saw him was in a bar. Where else would you ever meet a guy like him. He was stunning. You couldn’t help but eye him as he laughed with the man across from him. And when his eyes met yours from across the room, your whole body got warm and tingly. You blushed and quickly turned away downing your beer and signalling for another. “Oh, and a shot of Jack.” You added with a sigh.

When your eyes met his again, about an hour later, he had women fawning over him. They both did, and you couldn’t blame the other women. They were probably the best looking men in the place. Your eyes flittered away again as you looked around for someone else. Someone who might actually be interested in you. These two obviously enjoyed the attention from the more conventional beauties. You weren’t ugly, by any means. But you weren’t thin in the least. You had curves, and rolls, and some guys just weren’t that into it.

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Picture it! - JIMIN

You watched him slip back into your room from where you were laid in bed scrolling on your laptop, narrowing your eyes at him curiously when you observe that he was trying to be as quiet as he could as he shut the door.

‘What are you doing?’ you ask, feeling a smile begin to grow on your face as he slowly turns his head to look at you his eyes widening innocently as he straightens his back and casually walks towards you, his basketball shorts surprisingly snug on his hips as they sway around his thighs.

‘I was just trying not to wake anyone else.’ he murmurs, climbing onto the bed beside you and reminding you that even though you were caught up in your own bubble of you and Jimin in your room, there were in fact two other people that you shared your house with.

‘It’s 9, you don’t have to be that quiet.’ you say, letting your eyes linger on him as he turns to lay on his side beside you, laying his face against your arm and sliding his own arm around your stomach as he peeks at your computer screen to see what you were doing.

You couldn’t help but appreciate the strong yet soft curve of his nose as you looked down at him, the slight pudge to his cheeks that gave him his youthful look, and how great he looked when he pushed his fringe back from his forehead- the sight always making your stomach tingle in appreciation.

‘Stop staring at me.’ he suddenly murmurs, his eyebrows pulling together slightly as he looks up at you, making you quickly look back at your computer with a subtle grin.

‘I can’t help it…you’re cute.’ you murmur, continuing to scroll through tumblr and feeling his eyes remain on you as you do so until he pushes your laptop away and you yelp in outrage.

‘Hey! I was looking-’

‘I’m not cute.’ he protests cutely, although the dark tone of his voice is laced with a hint of a sexual threat, and you cant help but stop whining and grin at him as he props himself on his elbows to crawl over you, the feeling of his legs brushing yours and his hands stroking over your neck and through your hair as he hovers over you making your heart race as you stare up into his eyes.

‘Yes, you are.’ you bait him, reaching your own hands up to trail down the bare planes of his chest as you grin up at him. But just as you think things are going to get interesting, he suddenly drops himself onto you, making you grunt with the weight of him as he starfishes on top of you and whines loudly in your ear.


Originally posted by booptae

anonymous asked:

How about harry being a cuddly little baby when he comes back from tour cause he missed you so much? And you have to get to work but Harry is all warm cozy under the covers, raspy voice from sleeping and the fact that the tour just ended, and all he wants is to catch up on all the hours he missed xx

I LOVE THIS, cuddle Harry my forte. Thankyou for being one of my first prompts x 


It was 7 o clock when you woke up, not from your alarm -  which was set for half past, but from Harry, who was not so quietly stomping around the room, fresh back from a long haul flight and the final leg of tour. 

Harry was not trying to be quiet, he was groggy and exhausted, and slightly selfishly wanted nothing more to be nuzzled and tickled gently into the sleep that the turbulent plane hadn’t permitted him. He made poignant kerfuffle dragging his suitcase into the bedroom, which had done the trick. 

“Mornin’” He coo’ed as you sat up, he couldn’t help but smile outrageously as he stripped off his uncomfortable jeans, his shoes he had already abandoned in the hallway prior to this. 

Your vision still wasn’t cleared from sleep, it had been seconds since he’d disturbed you, you felt him engulf you instantly, he hadn’t even bothered to shove the duvet back, his entirety flopped across you like some kind of rag doll, his hair tickled your neck, which enticed you to move as soon you would be at loss of breath. 

“Mnggh y’crushing me ” You croaked, sleep clogged your throat. He grinned, kissing the tip of your nose over-zealously before rolling off you and clambering into the bed with every ounce of energy he had left. He draped an arm and a leg over you again, with a pitiful whimper, expression of how happy he was to be home, in a bed that smelled like the dry down of your perfume and sharing your shampoo traced pillow. 

“I… missed… you… so… much” He placed a kiss to the hollow of your throat with every word spent. His lips on your neck never failed to get you some kind of crazy, you arched your back a little to further offer your neck. 

“You too” You sighed blissfully, running a warm hand up his t-shirt to scratch the firm yet just soft enough skin of his belly, which you loved too much, the feeling of which he loved also, he just wasn’t so keen on looking at his tiny pudge any other time. That was the reason you supposed you loved it so much. 

“Love on me” He whined, his voice cracked instantly, dropping kisses on every exposed bit of your face and pressing himself to you needily. 

“I’m sleepy..” You giggled, actually waking up a little now, enough at least to kiss him back, running the back of your free hand along his jaw, where dark stubble was surfacing from his 24 hour travels. 

“Shave first” you joked but he stuck his lip out immediately. You shook your head and kissed him again, you could not resist him pining for you like this but you had work.

“Wher’re you going?!” He yelped horrified as you went to move away from him, as if it wasn’t hard enough already. 

“Work.. Harry? It’s a work day” You said, tucking a curl behind his ear as he looked at you pitifully, propped up on his elbows. 

“Nooo..” Harry growled, grabbing your waist and sending you back under with him, he held you like a 4 year old and his teddy.

“I gotta” You tried to protest but he was not letting you go

“Oh! Are ya feelin’ okay? Baby… I think… you have a fever? Jesus you’re burning up!” He feigned horror, holding his huge palm over your forehead but it was so big it also covered your eyes as you struggled beneath him. 

“Ah wha- no, I’m fine” You were utterly confused. 

“No way you’re sick my love, I’m callin’ you in poorly” He grabbed your phone in a sudden second wind of energy and ran into the bathroom to call your manager. Today you were having a sick day and every CM of you was his. 

Damn look at that bellybutton, its thick and deep as. This skinny looking kid is hiding a decently thick belly under that shirt and is not ashamed to show off his recently expanded pudge. Looks like an ex fit boy packing on a few extra pounds on the off season.

Mirroring your opinions


Yeah I kinda nicked the prompt off of phanfic-but if anyne wants to still use it, go ahead it will be better than mine :D

Fluff, established relationship, (with part two is smut, but I’m not confident enough to post it yet ;) )

Tw: I don’t think so…he looks in the mirror and says bad stuff about himself??

Dan looked in the mirror, what was he thinking!? He looked like shit. His fingers found the little bit of pudge on his stomach and pushed it, seemingly trying to push it back in. He always ate too much at Christmas. His fingers pulled at the skin on his neck. He hated the way he got double chins or the way his arms creased or just anything at the moment.

He heard the door shut, Phil must be home, with a last glare at his reflection, he threw on a shirt and exited the room.


“God phil….” They had been trying to watch a movie but Phil’s hand had been dancing higher and higher up his legs the entire time and Dan had caved, and the pair had ended up with Dan’s fingers in Phil’s hair and his legs around his waist

“What?” Phil replied disconnecting their lips to trail kisses and nibble down Dan’s neck.

“Shut up you twat and kiss me” He felt Phil smirk and then felt his lips against his own again. After a few minutes where the only noises were the soft pants and disconnecting lips, Dan felt a hand under his shirt and froze.

Phil had seen him naked a hundred times what did it matter? Yeah but you’ve never looked this gross before. Come on Dan, he doesn’t care what you look like. Well, he didn’t before you got fat.

“Phil…wait” Phil immediately stopped, looking at Dan with concerned eyes.

“What? Did I do something wrong? Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no you were fine” He reassured, stopping the stream of questions, “I-I-ya..just don’t want to” Phil looked a little hurt, also a little worried, but sat up and pulled Dan in for a hug

“Is everything ok bear? I get it if you don’t want to talk to me I just-“ but before he had finished Dan had pushed out of his arms and up the stairs to his bedroom. Great. He thought, now Phil thinks it’s him who messed up. Dan wished he could be more comfortable he really did but, he just felt embarrassed. He was a strong believer that you shouldn’t have to conform to society’s ideals of normality (hehe get the quote?…no? ok I’ll shut up) and everyone looks beautiful but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help putting himself down and picking out everything bad he saw in himself.

He heard the door creak and, realising he had tears forming, hastily wiped his eyes.

“Dan? Hey baby are you ok?” trying to hide from Phil wouldn’t work so he looked over at the older boy, this time letting a tear escape. “Oh my god, what’s wrong?” He then felt arms around him and instead of pushing Phil away just snuggled into him

“I-I’m sorry I just, I’m having an off day” he said, wiping his eyes on Phil’s hoodie and inhaling in its scent.

“Why are you having an off day? D’you wanna talk about it?”

“It’s just,” Dan hesitated not sure on what he wanted to tell Phil, but then just going for it

“I wanted to have sex with you but I felt too embarrassed cause I look like shit and you’ll hate it cause I’m really bad and I don’t see what you ever could have seen in me and-“ He was suddenly cut off by Phil’s lips on his. Not a heated kiss, but firm and definitely shut up worthy.

“Don’t you ever think you’re not good enough ok? Ever.” He whispered into Dan’s hair, and Dan sniffed.

“Stand up.” Dan looked up at him


“Stand up and go look in the mirror” Dan hesitantly left the cocoon of warmth that was Phil’s arms and dragged his feet over to the mirror. Refusing to look at himself again. Phil made his way over to stand behind Dan and took his head in his hands and angled it so that Dan was looking into the mirror.

“You are so beautiful ok?” Dan snorted so Phil tried a new tactic. “Take off your shirt”

Dan’s head snapped to look Phil’s reflection in the face, unsure whether he wanted to.

“I won’t make you do anything to make you uncomfortable, but please, trust me?” Dan sighed and removed his shirt and looked into the mirror, surveying him and Phil.

“I love your hair” stated Phil, messing it up with his fingers,

“I love your eyes, I love your dimple, I love your mouth, I love your skin, I love your neck…” As he said each of these parts of Dan, he trailed closed mouth kissed right from his eyes down over his neck. His fingers came around Dan’s waist, running his fingers along Dan’s stomach and continuing to give Dan’s shoulders and back little butterfly kisses.

“I love your chest and your stomach. I love your arms, I love your hands, I love your fingers and the way they feel. I love them playing piano or playing with my hair.” He took on of Dan’s hands a pressed a kiss to every joint and every fingertip.

 “I love the way your hair is all messy in the mornings and your eyes flinch at even the mention of sunlight. I love how you always manage to make me feel better when I’m feeling down. I love your laugh, the way it goes all squeaky and you clap your hands like a mad seal. I love your fashion sense and the way you look in skinny jeans. I also love the way you look when you take off the skinny jeans…” His fingers were working at Dan’s zipper, still muttering beautiful nothings into his shoulder. “I love that you get so excited over the smallest of things” He had managed to open Dan’s trousers and quickly pulled them down, getting Dan to step out of them, but Dan didn’t feel nearly as bad as before.

Phil then started to trail kisses up Dan’s legs, and Dan sighed, hand resting in Phil’s hair, playing with the dark strands. There wasn’t anything sexual about it, and that somehow made it feel even better to Dan, that Phil would kiss him without the goal being sex.

“I love your thighs, I love your legs, I love the way you flinch when I do this” He tickled the back of Dan’s knees earning a squeak out of the younger boy and a playful swat to the top of his head.

“I love the way you look when you’re all tired and breathless underneath me, I love the way you moan and I love the way you hold me.” Phil bit into Dan’s side earning one of the noises he was talking about.

 “I love the way you pull your sleeves over your hands, I love the way you hide under clothing when you get embarrassed, I love it when you try not to swear in my video’s and come up with some crazed new expression.”

 “I love you, I love everything about you, I love your butt, I love the way you sleep, I love everything and I will forever and ever.”

“One of those things was different from the others Phil” By this time Phil was back to standing behind Dan his head in the crook of Dan’s neck and there were tears in Dan’s eyes again but for different reasons. He turned around to face Phil, hands snaking around his neck and twisting into his hair.

“Shush you. Do you want to know what else I love?” Phil whispered looking into Dan’s eyes. Dan nodded.

“I love the way you look at me. You make me feel so loved and so important and I don’t know what I would ever do if I stopped seeing that in your eyes.”

“You won’t” said Dan quickly, leaning into kiss him and then burying his head in Phil’s shoulder. “You are so cheesy Phil Lester”

“You love it. I am the cheese mistier, always here to bombard you with fluff when you don’t feel sugary enough”

“What on earth was that metaphor Phil?” Dan giggles hands exploring his back and starting to resent the hoody.

“I don’t know to be honest, but you love me” Dan inhaled through his teeth,

“You got me”

And Phil did. Phil will always understand him, and always be there to make him feel ok. He’s not perfect, but he’s there.

“Thank you Phil” 

Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
—  – Pudge (Looking for Alaska by John Green)