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Hello I got a request for George I was wondering if you can write a fic based on the song perfect by one direction. Like that’s would be perfect get it lol

i hope this lives up to your expectations!!

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PERFECT ── g.clarke ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : you and george meet at an influencer event in paris and spend the rest of your holiday messing around a/n : sorry i’ve been gone for so long i’ve just had no motivation to write anything lol. this one’s a request & it’s quite long x content : suggestive content ,, sneaking around ,, mostly fluff

─────── YOU’D BEEN FLOWN out to Paris on behalf of a sponsorship amongst other British influencers. It was awkward at first, not knowing anyone there, but you swiftly made friends with the girls — Flo and Liv — and were then introduced to the guys on their behalf.

What you didn’t know was that the guy you’d been eyeing (and he’d been reciprocating) across the bar was associated with your new friends.

You’d been slowly sipping a strawberry daiquiri, eyes flickering over to the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

Though the lights were dim, you could see his piercing, electric blue eyes focused on you. He had a waterfall of curls on his head, once perfectly styled mullet was now slightly messy, which somehow made him all the more attractive.

He was drinking a beer, taking periodic sips as he laughed with his friends, periodically meeting your eyes through the crowd of people.

When Liv came up to you with her bubbly greeting and gesturing for you to join them, you nodded.

“This is Isaac, Arthur, Flo — you already met — and that’s George.”

You smiled, introducing yourself to them all with little hugs, but you felt something linger in George. Maybe it was his hands around your waist or just the sheer tension and energy between the two of you, but it made your heart threaten to break down your rib cage and leap from your chest.

After a while, you split from them, returning to the bar to order another drink, unaware that George was following behind you.

You felt a soft, gentle hand on your hip and then he spoke low on your ear, “Can I get you a drink?”

Once you’d gotten over how flustered you were, you replied, “I already ordered one, but thanks for offering.”

“Can I buy your next one?”

You smirked, deciding to be a bit bold, “Trying to get me drunk?”

His eyes widened, “No! No, not at all, sorry if it came across that way.”

“Relax, I was messing with you.”

“Right.” He nodded, “Just wanted to do something nice for a pretty lady.”

“Just pretty?” You teased, raising your eyebrows.

“Well, I wanted to say gorgeous but it seemed a bit too bold.” He chuckled.

“Nothing too bold about complimenting a woman.” You shrugged, thanking the bartender as your drink arrived, “Unless you follow it up asking for sex.”

George burst out laughing, “That’s a wild thing for someone to do.”

“Yeah.” You hummed, holding eye contact while taking a sip, “Wild.”

He met your gaze, eyes holding the same taunting, heated energy that yours did.

─────── THE AIR WAS thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe — and that’s not just because your face was previously buried in George’s hotel room pillows. The lust-filled environment you’d created was incredibly overwhelming whilst simultaneously being incredibly sexy.

You laid beside him, staring at the ceiling while panting and recovering from the tasteful peak you’d both reached together.

He broke the silence, “What do you want to do tomorrow?”

You blinked, turning your head to look at him, “… Sorry?”

“Tomorrow.” He reiterated, “You’re here for the same amount of time as us, right? I’ve got no plans with the other guys, so … what do you want to do?”

“I dunno, what is there to do here?” You shrugged.

George pulled up his phone, researching some places to go in Paris.

“We could go to Montmartre.” He suggested, toying with his moustache with his free hand.

“Where?”

“Montmartre, it’s apparently a village on top of a hill.”

“Yes, George, brilliant idea, take me somewhere that I can’t pronounce.” You giggled.

“I don’t even know if I’m saying it right.” He put his phone back on the bedside table as you sat up.

His hand danced across your bare back, tracing your spine with light touches. You looked back over your shoulder with a dazed smile, absorbing his relaxed and comfortable manner.

“I should go.” You reluctantly whispered.

He hummed, but it was like he wasn’t really considering your words, “Or you could stay.”

“George—“

“You can sleep in one of my shirts, or naked, both is good.” He proposed, “Just … spend the night, yeah?”

“And in the morning?”

“I’ll walk you back to your room, wait for you to get ready, do your makeup — even though you don’t need it.”

“Aren’t you a flirt? Just met me tonight and already throwing in the big ones.” You snorted.

“Well, considering we just fucked, I think a compliment is the least I could do.” George said sincerely, hand still not having left your back, “Besides, who cares if we only met tonight? I can confidently, hands down say, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s a bold claim, Mr Clarke.” You smirked.

“Bold but true.”

─────── MONTMARTE WAS BEAUTIFUL. Thank god the weather was lovely otherwise it would’ve ruined the whole experience. You took a tour of the Sacré-Cœur, and he took some photos of you, then you went for a little walk around the village, trying your absolute hardest not to trip over the wonky cobblestone pathways.

You sat in a dainty, quiet cafe, having little conversations about the day and how it had been. There were multiple times where you both just sat in silence, staring at each other with blissful expressions and dilated pupils.

“George Clarke, I didn’t take you for a cafe-date type of guy.” You said, sipping your coffee.

“I am a man of many secrets and surprises.” George fluffed up his hair.

“Oh? Do tell.”

“What do you want to know.”

You thought for a minute, “Something you’ve never told anybody— or, like, something only a few people know.”

He rubbed his chin, sitting back in his chair while thinking deeply, “I don’t— Hm, no I cant say that one.”

You giggled at his little joke.

“Okay, so, I studied sports science at university.” He revealed, holding his hands out.

“Oh! Did you finish?”

“Last night? Yeah.”

“George!” You hissed, looking around to reassure yourself that no one had heard his little retort.

He barked out laughter, “No, um, I dropped out of uni. It just … wasn’t my thing.”

You nodded, understanding considering you knew a lot of people who dropped out.

yourusername posted a story !

‘i cant pronounce this place😵‍💫’

─────── GEORGE HAD RENTED a super fancy convertible for the night. You laughed as he drove through the streets of Paris, zooming past the canal and around the Eiffel Tower. You awed as you went past, looking back at him to see if he was seeing what you were — but his eyes were cemented to you.

You shuffled up out of your seat more so you could get a clearer picture, tucking your lip beneath your teeth as you focused. When you finally got the perfect shot, you were giddy, giggling to yourself and tapping your feet in the foot well of the car as you showed George.

“Good picture, but not nearly as beautiful as the one taking it.” He flirted, tucking your hair behind your ear and then zooming off.

You felt high on his affection and effort. You’d spent the whole day with him and not once did you feel upset or bored or uncomfortable. It was nice to go to a quiet place and not have to worry about being spotted or having cameras thrust in your faces — though you’d always secretly fantasise about that kind of life.

The two of you stumbled back into the hotel, hand-in-hand, cackling away. You received odd looks from some of the staff at the front desk, but it only made you laugh more. While in the elevator, he kissed you thrillingly.

You pulled away with a chuckle, pointing to the camera. He shrugged, not caring, and then hauled you over his shoulder, carrying you back to his hotel room.

George dropped you onto his bed and removed his jacket. You stared up at him, thumb nail between your teeth as you admitted him undressing.

Next was you, and he spared not a single inch of skin from his lips, making his way down your body. He looked up at you as he got between your legs, maintaining his steel gazed eye contact as he hooked your legs over his shoulders.

“Wait—“ You shot up just as he lowered his mouth, “What happens when we get back to England?”

George blinked, sitting up himself, “Whatever you want to happen. If you … want to cut me off and say ‘thanks but no thanks’ you can do that, but if you want to give this a real shot, I would be happy to try.”

“I—“

He silenced you with a kiss, “You don’t have to decide right now. Just … let me make you feel good, okay?”

You nodded, “Okay.”

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guys. i cant comprehend. george clarke saw my ig story i’m screaming

(kind of actually a little embarrassed cuz i put ‘my man serving’ on the story but oh well)

i don’t know what to do with myself

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update unfortunately it passed away in the box while i was out☹️

hey guys, so yesterday a pigeon fell down my chimney and we fished it out but i’m 99% sure it’s wing is broken. we put it in a big box with newspaper and gave it water and bird seed but it’s not doing very well. i’m quite worried that it’s not going to recover so if anyone has any ideas on what to do or how to help that would be great thank you ! :)

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hey guys, so yesterday a pigeon fell down my chimney and we fished it out but i’m 99% sure it’s wing is broken. we put it in a big box with newspaper and gave it water and bird seed but it’s not doing very well. i’m quite worried that it’s not going to recover so if anyone has any ideas on what to do or how to help that would be great thank you ! :)

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hiya girly have u discontinued your george clarkey inside series?im praying that u haven’t as i love it so much it is😫🤌🤌

i haven’t! i was actually writing it the other day and then it didn’t save so half of it’s gone and it really put me off lmfao😭😭

also a bit busy at the moment & dealing with some personal stuff so the stories i post will most likely be short little ‘tiktok trend’ stuff or quick works x

hopefully i can get the next inside part out in the next week for you guys!💗

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ahhhhh it’s acc reliving to hear someone not complaining about the lana show 😭 where were u sitting/standjng because my seats for wembley r kind of far back so i’m a bit nervous about that (they’re the only ones i could afford lol)

i was sitting on the right hand side quite high up so i was basically just watching the screens the whole time lolol

honestly it’s not even that bad because you still get to experience the show and the songs ++ the atmosphere is kinda sick being able to look down on it x

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Can you make a fic of Alfie buttle, and it's like he's been streaming all day, and the reader is upset you can also include a little bit of smut too if you'd like

request — hope this lives up to your expectations😭 i wasn’t really feeling the smut at the end in case you couldn’t tell because there wasn’t enough detail in the ask, but you can use your imagination💗

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HEY BABE!!! i’m literally so obsessed with all your fics im in love with<3

i was wondering if you could write some smut for clarkey where he dresses up and sort of role plays as a professor

i feel like you’d do this so well!!

thanks for the request!! did something slightly inspired by this here. hope you like it my lovee💗

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SEXUAL SECRETS ── g.clarke ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : where you make a risqué revelation on a podcast episode, pushing george to enquire in private times a/n : second george smut … this one is so filthy i don't actually have anything else to say lmfao content : established relationship ,, sexual content ,, dom/sub dynamic ,, squirting

─────── YOU’D RECENTLY BEEN on the Useless Hotline Podcast for the third time round. Unfortunately, your glorious boyfriend — George — wasn’t in attendance, therefore, Max took it upon himself to ask you the most juicy questions. And what better way to do it than with a game of Say It Or Shot It?

One round in specific had caught the attention of the public, multiple accounts clipping it and posting it individually, tagging yourself and George in it. The clip went a little something like this:

𐙚 Max picked up a flash card, giggling to himself before reading it out, “Reveal a sexy secret about yourself.”

You blanked, blinking, “Like … something I like doing?”

“Sure. Or you can shot it and get absolutely shit faced with me because I am … three? Shots in, and a little bit on the tipsy side.” Max clicked his teeth.

“I don’t wanna be drunk though, I was drunk yesterday!” You whined, biting your finger as you thought, “Okay, one sexual secret about me … mmm … I like a bit of,” You held your forearms up in front of your face, “I dunno how to describe it, caging? I guess.”

“Ohh, right, like biceps in either side of your head.”

“Yeah, chest-to-chest, maybe a little leg over the arm.” You nodded, giggling awkwardly as you revealed this about yourself.

“So, have you done this with George then?” Max asked bluntly, “Oop! Sorry! If you say we can bleep it.”

“Uh … No, we’ve not done it.” You shook your head.

“How do you know that you— Oh, wait, you did it with your ex.”

You snorted, “Yeah.”

“I know this wasn’t part of your question, but I have to ask because I’m curious — again we can bleep if you want.” Max started very eagerly, “But what do you think of role playing.”

You burst out laughing.

“I’m only asking because I don’t know how to talk to Andrew about it!” Max spoke louder, trying to project over your laughter.

“Just … gotta be like ‘Hey, wanna … pretend to be a doctor and shag the cold out of me?’.”

Max’s cackles filled the studio at your joke, “Reader, there is no way that you have ever asked someone that!”

“Of course not!” You guffawed, “But … it’s just … you gotta communicate. Tell them, like, I want you to be more dominant — for example. Or, I want you to, like, put your fingers down my throat. Just communicate.”

“This feels like an advice episode more than Say It Or Shot It, wow.” Max sighed, “Aren’t you insightful.” 𐙚

─────── YOU GOT HOME late tonight, keys jingling as you locked the door behind you, kicking your heels off and dropping your little red handbag in the entry way. You flattened the grey pleated skirt you were wearing and frowned at the minuscule pasta sauce splatter on your white blouse.

When you pushed open the double doors to the kitchen and dining room, you blinked in utter shock and confusion at what was going on.

George’s streaming set up was on the dining table, and some form of science equipment was strewn across it. He was stood, in a lab coat and suit, talking the viewers through a practical of sorts, blatantly having no idea what he was doing himself.

“What are you doing?” You giggled softly, walking into frame.

“Hello, my lovely, I’m helping my viewers with GCSE revision. I’m Professor Clarkey today.”

“George, this is silly—“

“Professor Clarkey.”

“George.”

“Professor Clarkey to you, missy.” He pushed, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Professor Clarkey,” You finally caved with a heavy sigh, “Just know you’re cleaning this mess up, I’m not. Also, look!” You pouted, gesturing to the red spot on your shirt, “Pasta.”

“Pop it in the wash now then.” George said, nodding towards the washing room, “And I’ll wrap up here.”

“Hi guys!” You quickly waved and greeted the chat, smiling at the camera as the comments went wild.

userone READER I LOVE YOU

usertwo OUTFIT IS SERVING GIRL

userthree SHES SO COOL HOW DID GEORGE BAG HER

userfour when they stand next to each other you can really tell that he’s punching

userfive save us, reader

You laughed at their messages before walking off. Once you were sure you were behind the camera, you unbuttoned your shirt, taking it off and leaving you in the mini skirt and pink lace bra. You winked at George over the camera before sliding into the washing room to put your shirt in the machine.

When you got back into the bedroom, George was already there, no longer in his lab coat but still in the suit and tie.

"Consider this detention." He smirked, grabbing your forearm and pulling you forwards so you were straddling his lap.

"Uh oh, what have I done?" You played along, biting your lower lip.

"I saw the podcast clip." He revealed, voice low and husky as his breath fanned your face, "Thought you could get away with not telling me your little secrets but airing them on a podcast. Tut. Tut."

Your pulse raced, and you had no doubts that George could feel it, but you decided to feign obliviousness anyway, "I have no idea what you're talking about—“

You were cut off as a yelp flew from your lips, a direct response to the stinging slap George had laid on your bum.

"What were you thinking, hm , darling?" He muttered, lips skimming yours, "That you would just tell everyone who watches that your favourite position in sex was one we hadn't done?"

You frowned, "I didn't mean it like that—“

Another slap.

You bit your lip to contain any noises you might've made involuntarily.

"Is that what you were thinking?" He pressed on.

You shook your head, "No."

"Well, I think you owe Professor Clarkey an apology, don't you?" George tilted his head, hands travelling up your skirt teasingly.

You pressed your lips together, nodding.

"Go on then."

You kissed his lips softly before sliding off of his lap and onto your knees in front of him. Your hands trembled with adrenaline as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers.

He shuffled out of them just enough for you to slip your hand beneath the waistline of his boxers, revealing his thick length to you.

It was already semi-hard, a reaction to the tension and filthy talk that he'd put on you. You hovered your mouth over his cock, spitting onto it and using it as lube as you pumped your fist up and down.

George groaned, resting back on his hands and watching you through hooded eyes.

Once he was satisfactorily erect for you, you descended your mouth onto him, starting slowly with the tip, swirling your tongue around it, causing him to grunt.

Little by little, you pushed yourself further, his heavy weight pressing on your tongue. You pulled of completely, his cock glistening with your saliva. You continued pumping your hand at his base while your tongue ran underneath, flicking at the tip.

You tucked your hair behind your ear as it slipped down in front of your face, wrapping your lips around him again.

George's hands came up, pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail, simultaneously using at as leverage to guide your moments. Loud gulping noises reverberated from the back of your throat, the muscles contracting and bobbing.

He pulled your head back, looking down at you with lustful eyes as you panted, lips shining, "Fuck, you're gorgeous." And then he was sliding himself back down your throat.

He held your head in place as he gave shallow thrusts into your mouth, getting closer and closer.

"You gonna swallow?" He murmured, taking his bottom lip between his teeth."

You nodded, unable to answer with words as his dick was lodged down your throat. He pushed your head down, making you squeeze your eyes shut as tears sprouted. You gulped and swallowed as he shot thick ropes into your throat. You gagged, pulling up and off but still hovering over him, your drool dripping from your lips, making a mess of your chin and his cock.

"Good girl." George praised, voice husky as he situated you back on his lap, "That was an A+ apology, baby." His thumb swiped over your chin, gathering and pushing your saliva back into your mouth. "Now ... about that little secret."

He flipped you onto your back, staring down at you as he undressed himself and then you. He smirked slightly at the pink lacey thong you wore before tugging it down and off into a corner of the room somewhere.

He positioned himself directly over you, forehead pressed to yours as his fingers found their place between your legs, "Fuck, you're so wet."

You gasped at the raw contact, his first and middle finger rubbing precise, tight circles on your clit. Your eyebrows pinched together at the stimulation, arms wrapping around his shoulders and toes curling.

You'd always been quite sensitive to any form of touch between your legs, so the fact that George was just going to town made your stomach tighten and your empty walls clamp down on nothing.

His lips travelled down your neck, sucking on the spot just below your jawline. His free hand gripped the inside of your thigh, holding it out and open, pressing into the mattress so he had a full, uncovered view of your pussy. His mouth dragged down from your neck to your breasts, encasing your nipple and sucking it into his mouth, gently tugging on it and making you let out a breathy moan. When he pulled away, he flattened his tongue over the peak, soothing the rosy tinge it now had to it.

He removed his hand from your clit, making you whimper at the loss of stimulation.

"Shh, shh," George hushed you, "Remember what you said, yeah? 'Just communicate'. Tell me what you want."

"You." You panted, wasting no time, unable to bear the tension any longer, "You, please, George."

"Me?" He smirked cockily, "How? Like this?"

He held his cock at the base, running it through your folds and parting them as he went until he got to your clit, tapping his tip on it.

"Fuck—" You whined, "No— Need you inside."

"There we go, that's all I needed." George muttered, bracing his forearms on either side of your head, giving you a perfect, five-star view of his bulging biceps under the pressure of holding himself up.

You moaned out as he slowly pushed in, going until he was nestled deep and you were full.

"How's this for biceps by your head?" George grunted, "Jesus— Shit— I’m so deep."

He shuffled his hips slightly so his pubic bone was pressed directly against yours, forcing your legs to spread apart to accommodate to his size. The shifting (practically wiggling), made you moan as his dick moved inside you.

George had you caged beneath him, hip-to-hip, forehead-to-forehead. He angled his head, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, perfectly sliding his tongue against yours.

You both moaned repetitively into each others mouths as he started moving, pulling out and pushing back in. You didn't pull away, continuing to make out. Your hands clawed down his back and he bit down on your lower lip teasingly before kissing you again.

"How's that?" George questioned, voice low and gravelly as he pistoned his hips in and out. "You feel so fucking good, reader."

"God, don't stop." You panted, staring up at him with glassy eyes and dilated pupils, "So good, Georgie."

"Yeah?" He cursed under his breath, moving so his weight rested all on his right arm.

His left hand came down, grabbing your right leg and hooking it over the crook of his elbow, pushing it up so you were spread even wider.

"Better?"

"So much better!" You cried out as his tip smacked your g-spot.

You tried to wiggle your hips to clash more against his, but he had you successfully pinned down — not that you were complaining. His fingers came up, pressing through your lips. You sucked them as told, tongue swirling and lips suctioning. George moved his now-soaked fingers out of your mouth and to your clit, rubbing in firm circles again.

You moaned out, thighs trembling at the onsets of your orgasm.

The clitoral stimulation combined with the persistent nudging against your g-spot caused those familiar tremors to start shaking through you.

Your stomach coiled up even tighter than usual and you cried out, nails digging deep into his back as you came hard.

Splashes of liquid jolted out of you as your whole body practically vibrated with the force of your orgasm.

You felt George’s cum seeping inside of you as he stared down in awe at the mess beneath and on the pair of you.

“Shit, I know you said you liked it like this, but … Fuck, darling, I wasn’t expecting that.” He whispered, arousal still dripping from his tone.

“Sorry.” You slurred, muscles weak and lax from the exhaustion of everything.

“No, don’t apologise, it was fucking sexy.” George chuckled, kissing your temple repeatedly in a soft manner.

You hadn’t even noticed he’d left the room and returned until you felt him shifting your legs to clean you up. He dragged a damp washcloth over your skin gently, wiping away any evidence of what had just occurred.

“Maybe I should expose my fantasies online more often.” You jestered, staring at the wall as he cuddled up behind you.

George playfully slapped your outer thigh before placing his hand back on your chest, encasing your entire boob in one palm, “Don’t be stupid.”

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ITS STUCK ── a.frederick ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : in which you prank arthur that your tampon got stuck a/n : just a short one tonight lovies <3 i’ve been a bit more inactive than i’d like to be recently, but i have also been posting on wattpad too for my johnny kavanagh fic so i’m trying to shuffle both accounts! content : established relationship ,, period talk ,, arthur stressing

─────── A POPULAR TREND you’d seen floating around recently was girls pranking their boyfriends that their tampons had gotten stuck and they needed help getting it out. Your boyfriend — Arthur — had never been one to shy away from the topic of periods, nor did he feel the need to embarrass you or become disgusted if the sheets or your underwear needed a wash after a mid-night leak.

Now was the perfect time to do this as you were on your period and he knew it, having stocked up the pantry with the only food you were in the mood for when on your period.

You scuttled off into the bathroom, Arthur not questioning it.

You set your phone up on top of the toilet, masking it behind some toilet roll so the camera would still catch the scene.

“Arthur!” You shouted, using your fake panicked voice.

“Yeah?” His voice was heard from behind the door.

“Please can you come in?” You pleaded, “The doors unlocked.”

It creaked open and he stepped inside, observing your ‘stressed’ state.

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s stuck.” You whispered, “My tampon’s stuck.”

His eyes widened a fraction of an amount, “S-Sorry?”

“I tried pulling it out but the string snapped off and I can’t get it out.” You lied, nibbling your bottom lip for extra effect.

“What do you normally do in this situation?”

“I don’t now, Arthur! I’ve never had one stuck before! I don’t wanna get toxic shock syndrome!” You fake being stressed.

“Okay, okay, you won’t. Maybe calm down first, just … what do you want to do?” Arthur reassured you, placing his hands on your hips.

“I … Can you get it out for me?”

He blinked blankly at you, stunned for a moment before whispering like it was a crime to ask his question, “What do I need to do?”

“Just … pull it out, I think.”

He exhaled heavily and nodded rapidly, “Okay. Okay, that’s fine. Just … with my fingers, yeah?”

You snorted as he seemed to be mentally preparing himself, bringing a hand up to your face to smother your laughter.

“W-Why are you laughing?”

“It’s— a— prank—“ You got out through giggles, taking your phone out from behind the fortress of toilet rolls.

“Wait … So your tampon isn’t stuck?”

“No.”

“Oh, thank God!” He let out a loud huff, “I thought I was gonna have to strap my phone to my head for a flashlight like a cave diver! Good God, never scare me like that again!”

You laughed, panning the camera up to his face, “So you wouldn’t have done it if it was real?”

“You know full well I would’ve gone in there like a flipping gynaecologist if you needed me too.” He tutted, feigning an unimpressed demeanour as he walked out the bathroom.

Later on, after posting the video and letting the likes and comments roll in, you decided to cut up some watermelon into little star shapes as your sign of gratitude to Arthur for being such a good sport and willing to do that for you.

“For my DIY gynaecologist.” You snorted, handing him the plate, “My superstar.”

“Har har, very funny.” He rolled his eyes, taking the plate and wrapping his arms around your shoulders once you had taken your spot beside him. “What are the fans saying?”

You shrugged, opening your phone and checking the video.

userone arthur serving 👁️👄👁️ at the start

usertwo ‘like a cave diver’ IS INSANE WORK

userthree arthur taking ‘happy wife happy life’ too seriously by being ready to get her period blood all over his hands’

↳ arthurtv i feel as though it should be the bare minimum to help your girlfriend/ wife out when she’s struggling???

userfour get her an acting role🏆

userfive ‘what do i need to do?’ PLEASE WHY IS HE WHISPERING LIKE HES SHIPPING DRUGS☠️☠️

usersix ‘with my fingers?’ no arthur with kitchen utensils. ????

↳ arthurtv pliers?

↳ chrismd.official that’s disgusting.

italianbach period queen! slay the boots house down💋💋💋

↳ userseven i cant tell if this is liv or bach

↳ georgeclarkeey bach.

↳ arthurtv bach.

↳ yourusername bach.

usereight this is so beautiful cabin crew scarlett johansson

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MAKE UP OR MAKE OUT ── a.buttle ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : you’ve been feeling neglected by alfie recently, causing a falling out and a satisfactory make up a/n : sorry i haven’t posted a story in a while, i’ve just been a bit burnt out and this week has been really busy for me. hoping to be back to regular uploads now though! content : established relationship ,, arguing ,, a little bit of angst ,, suggestive sexual content

─────── YOU’D BEEN ON your feet all day for the past two days, constantly running errands, doing gardening and housework, all going unappreciated and unnoticed by your boyfriend.

You’d been living with him for five months now, and at first he acknowledged every little chore you did around the house. But now? Nothing. You were starting to think he’d gotten a little too comfortable having you around and having a girlfriend so willing to do housework.

You also had a small office job as a secretary, which was proving to be very stressful and demanding as of right now, as constant calls came in and meetings were needing to be booked and you had to make sure all was well and good within the working environment.

All you wanted was a break. Just thirty minutes to an hour of peace and quiet where you could kick your legs up and stick a couple of episodes of FRIENDS on in the background.

Alfie was streaming again. Recently, it seemed like his entire life was revolving around media content and providing for his fans instead of providing for you.

You could hear him upstairs as you cooked dinner — penne pasta, gravy and soft baby carrots. It was an easy dish to make and tasted good.

You grabbed two plates and put them down with a little more aggression than you usually would.

A few moments ago, Alfie had come downstairs, and your face lit up, convinced he was coming to help as you were unloading the dishwasher while cooking dinner simultaneously.

Did he help?

No.

He just shoved his phone in your face to show you a video he had found particularly funny and then walked back off upstairs.

It had thoroughly annoyed you and you were not in the mood to deal with him this evening.

You drained the pasta and carrots, loading it onto the bowls and then drowning it in gravy. You dropped a spoon into his serving and walked up the stairs, throwing the office door open.

“You scared me a little.” Alfie chuckled as he uncovered one ear from his headphones.

You said nothing, putting the steaming hot bowl on the desk in front of him.

“Thank you, beautiful.” He said, holding his bowl up to show his stream what you had brought him. “Some sexy, sexy pasta with gravy.”

userone OMG READER HEYYY

usertwo READER WE’VE MISSED YOU

userthree chip and ab having housewife gfs is incredible rizz

userthree looks like slop mate

“Oi, don’t be dissing my missus cooking now, it’s banging food.” Alfie ‘scolded’ the chat, and then turned to you, “You alright?”

“No. Not alright.” You murmured, turning and walking to the door.

“No?” He frowned, spinning on his chair, “Why?”

You just shrugged, walking out and closing the door behind you.

The TV played the repetitive lines of FRIENDS as you rewatched the show for the 50th time on your life, feet kicked up on the sofa with the dinner bowl in your lap. You blew on the piping hot pasta before eating it, basking in your lonesomeness. You should’ve been upset, crying even, but you were so tired that you couldn’t bring yourself to.

After an hour of doing absolutely nothing and finally having the time to sit and do fuck all, Alfie came down. You felt his eyes on you, but you gave him no acknowledgement — just as he had been doing to you.

He grabbed your now empty bowl from the coffee table and took both onto the kitchen. You expected to hear the clattering of dishes and then for his footsteps ascending up the stairs to follow, but you didn’t.

You heard the tap run for a prolonged period of time and then the sound of ceramic on metal as he supposedly loaded the bowls onto the drying rack.

Alfie walked back into the living room, sitting beside you and sighing, “I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“Uh … I don’t really know, to be honest. I just know that you’re mad at me—“

“You’re constantly making content, Alf. I understand that it’s your whole thing now, buts it’s exhausting feeling like I’m not your top priority anymore. Like, I wake up and you’re already vlogging, or I come upstairs and you’re streaming. I’ve been doing everything recently—“

“But we both agreed to that—“

“Don’t.” You dry laughed, “Don’t interrupt me while I’m speaking because I’m pissed off enough as it is. I have been doing everything in this house, and I know that was the agreement, but it would be nice if you could actually acknowledge the fact that I keep this house tidy. It would be a fucking dump if it weren’t for me, because you don’t clean up after yourself!”

“Is that what you’re mad at? Because I don’t clean up?”

“Oh my days, you’re just not listening to me!” You huffed, standing up and storming upstairs.

“Oi, come sit back down!” Alfie exclaimed, “Reader! Sit back down!”

“No! You don’t listen to me, Alfie! If all you got out of that conversation is that I’m mad at your messiness, then I’m not talking to you anymore!”

He followed you upstairs, “But the conversation isn’t finished so I haven’t had the chance to hear everything you’ve got to say!”

“I already said what I need to! You don’t appreciate the work and effort I put in to this relationship and this house! I’m like a side chick compared to your work!”

“No you’re not!” Alfie groaned as you stomped into the bedroom, “Listen to me, please.” He grabbed your shoulders, “You are my top priority, okay? Nothing else. I’m sorry, if you feel neglected by me and like I’m putting work first, I don’t mean to do that to you.”

“It doesn’t matter what your intentions were, what matters is the fact that you’ve done it.” You argued.

“What do you want me to do, reader? Like, talk to me now, what can I do?” He practically pleaded with you.

“Notice what I do for you! The fact that I haven’t complained once about you not eating dinner with me anymore!”

“You can come and sit with me—“

“But that’s the problem, Alf. Everything is content to you.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair, “I just want us to be able to talk and chill without it being for media purposes or anything like that.”

He nodded, seeming to finally understand where you’re coming from.

“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry, yeah? For making you feel like a second option and for taking you for granted. I do recognise everything you do and I appreciate it more than you could ever imagine, darling.”

“Promise?” You muttered.

“I promise you.” Alfie said firmly, kissing your forehead. “Tomorrow, we can do absolutely nothing, ‘kay? We can stay home and … bedrot, or whatever you call it.”

You giggled softly at his use of your vocabulary, “Sounds like heaven.”

He leant down, placing his lips on yours.

Your lips moulded together, both of you walking until your knees hit the edge of the bed and he followed you down onto it.

“Do you want to? I don’t mind if not, you’ve been tired lately, so I completely understand if you just want to sleep.” He said sincerely, tucking hair behind your ear.

You smirked, “Only if I get to do nothing and lie down.”

“Like you ever do anything different.” Alfie snorted, pulling the duvet over the both of you and attaching his lips to your neck.

He took his time exploring and pleasuring you, lips and tongue bringing you to that familiar height only he ever seemed to bring out of you.

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no content today lads, having a day off with the lady x

(cry about it)

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GUESS WHO GOT BACH AND ARTHUR TICKETS IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING

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omgggg lmk how the concert wassss i got lana tickets for wembley today 🥳

hey guys!!! lana was SO SO SO good thank you for asking.

i’ve seen so many people complaining about it and it just seems so ungrateful to me. like, why are you slagging off a concert you CHOSE to go to. of course lana is going to play her most popular songs because they’re what get the crowd going and create an atmosphere because everyone knows the lyrics.

also i feel like she can’t win in this department because these are her scenarios: A — play your most liked & streamed songs then people get annoyed because it’s ‘basic’ or B — play niche songs and people get annoyed because they don’t know them.

honestly, it’s lanas concert. she can do what she wants and as her fans, people should be respecting that. and their audacity to say ‘it was too short’ … she’s flown into wales from LA. she arrived in wales a day before her concert. she’s going to be tired, and i don’t think people understand just how exhausting being on tour is; you’re constantly singing, on the road, warming up, rehearsing. people cant expect a three hour performance, it’s not fair to lana or her team.

also people need to stop saying ‘she can’t be charging Eras Tour prices and not giving Eras Tour quality’. 1– she’s not taylor swift, she’s lana del rey. 2– she’s not in control of ticket prices. blame ticket master. 3– if you don’t want to pay, don’t pay and don’t go. no one’s forcing you to buy those tickets.

that’s my little rant over, but she looked so beautiful and her voice was gorgeous as always. set list was all popular songs but i wasn’t complaining, they’re popular for a reason lmfao (i did want to hear pretty when you cry or living legend tho). the experience was fantastic, her set was STUNNING.

it’s a shame some people are so picky and don’t understand the effort that goes into an artist going on tour.

be grateful you got to go instead of whinging about what didn’t happen.

i’m sure some of you have already seen the set list but in case you haven’t (esp for you anon! i hope her london show is as good as cardiff!) this is what she played :

henry come on

stand by your man

cotcc

ultraviolence

btd (fav i screamed)

ride

y&b

video games

summertime sadness

dyttatuob

country roads

57.5

arcadia

+2 new album tracks

absolutely cried when she did ride and video games back to back you can hear my voice cracking in the videos.

for anyone wondering when the next post will be … idk lmfao. this week defo, either tomorrow or the weekend💓💓

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guys i’m going to see lana in cardiff tomorrow and i’m so scared she’s going to play songs that i don’t know because i don’t listen to ALL her stuff. i love her down but i listen to a variety of music so i don’t get the chance to listen&memorise all her songs off by heart.

why is this such a thing — also people are saying it might be her stagecoach set list and it’s making me feel worse

also i don’t listen to all her unreleased stuff because i use apple music so the only songs i rlly know are jealous girl and your girl

i feel like such a fake fan rn😭😭😭

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guys, i am so sorry. i was supposed to put the next part to the Inside series out tonight but when I was writing it, i forgot to save it so now there’s only half of the chapter🙁🙁🙁

really annoyed me and i’ll probably go back to writing it later but here’s some things i have planned, you can pick which one you want next regardless of the Inside series!