#pls request halloween blurbs

[gingerjolover]

halloween blurb idea! naomi x soft!gf where naomi takes care of their drunk girlfriend? thank you mother 🫡

ok this is SO cute

little hc for halloweenie - naomi goes as the devil and soft!gf is an angel, the outfits are a little racy and they def take a pic where soft!gf’s ass is against naomi’s front and naomi posts it the day after and captions it something like “corrupted an angel ln”

this is more of a halloween party/after party blurb but i did add some stuff about taking care of her i promise

okay now onto da blurb

there’s two scenarios in my brain, one where y’all go to the same party and then one where maybe you just go to a party and naomi has to pick you up

first the party together! naomi def drives you both, they’ve given you full reassurance that you can get fucked up because they will be taking you home and they won’t leave your side

protective!naomi in the house!!!! literally like a guard dog, your angel outfit is anything but angelic so they are behind you, front pressed into your ass all night, hand around your shoulder (honestly fondling your tit every so often) glaring at anyone that stares too long or tries to get you a drink

naomi gets bitchy in the best way, like the one time they do leave your side, they leave you with jo and kelli because you’re already tipsy, and some rando dude comes up to you, trying to offer you a drink and naomi is squeezing in behind him, giving him the fakest smile just like “she’s got a drink bud, back off,” like killing him with kindness and then turns to you, kissing your cheek and ear before their arm snakes around your waist, hand rubbing your lower abdomen

before you’re drunk, you’re pushing naomi up against a wall, their hands on your ass pulling you to them, licking their way into your mouth. you def pull back embarrassed being like “wait we’re in public,” and naomi is laughing, wrapping their hand softly around your throat bringing you back in “no one is paying attention angel, kiss me,” before leaving kisses all down your neck.

when you start to get drunker, naomi is definitely swapping your shots for water and telling you to chug playfully but it’s literally a clear cup with lemon water in it, trying to pull one over on you

when you start to trip is when naomi makes the executive decision to take you home, your rubbing all over them while they’re basically half carrying you to the car

*Now this is if naomi is picking you up from a party, they are definitely staying on the phone with you until they get there, i imagine they aren’t dressed up so they are walking through the house, just looking for you and your friends

*when they finally found you, you turn around and are immediately jumping into their arms, one of naomi’s hands settles under your ass and the other on the back of your thigh

*being like “hi nomi,” your voice super soft and naomi just melts, kissing your cheeks

*while you’re in their arms, you’re trying to make out with them, your friends laughing because naomi is lowkey dodging your kisses being like “just wait babydoll,” giggling when you whine and plop your head down on their shoulder

*they fully carry you out to the car like that, your head on the shoulder almost like a little kid, and naomi is just nodding when they pass your friends who are waving or cooing because y’all are like “the parents” couple

(now back to what happens regardless)

1000% kisses you after buckling you into the passenger seat

you’re passed out by the time you get home, naomi’s gently lifting you bridal style and carrying you inside

i imagine soft!gf is just a really sleepy and whiny drunk so naomi is like “babe, you gotta work with me here,” while struggling to get your tights off

naomi is giving you soft cheek kisses, just being very gentle with you while undressing you, you basically don’t allow them to put you in clothes other than one of their oversized tshirts

there’s a LOT of kissing needed to convince you to slide a pair of their boxers up your legs

once you’re changed, naomi gets you comfy in bed, brushing your hair and trying to wipe the glitter off of your body

definitely washes your face and uses some cotton pads to do your skin care routine, they’re probably feeding you cheezits as a bribe to stay still

soft!gf is emetophobic so… she doesn’t get sick but naomi props her up just in case, leaving a small bin by her side of the bed

youre whining for naomi to come to bed, eyes half shut and they crawl right in, laying on their side, the back of your head resting on their bicep as they play with your hair, their opposite hand rubbing your leg

naomi is just nodding and humming, eyes wide and a small smile on their face being like “no way,” and “really baby?”, or “tell me about it pumpkin” when you’re honestly just babbling nonsense

but you fall asleep watching halloweentown (this is canon) and naomi is just stuck in this loop of staring at you and scratching your scalp and rubbing your skin softly

and you fall asleep HARD, like they’re def taking pics of you with your mouth open and sending them in the munagenius chat being like “the angel had fun, gn!”

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OPEN ARMS: escaping Hawkins was impossible, but he did it. when a ghost from your past shows up unexpectedly, bringing with him old memories and holding up a mirror to the train wreck life you’re living… you find it hard to trust him again.

*new* HIDE + SCREAM : Hawkins Annual Halloween Festival is in town, and this year you and your friends were lucky enough to work the event. But when some of your co-workers are missing, and a trail of blood leads to the woods behind the festival. Your friends work together to find out what’s going on. A killer is on the loose but who could it be? Or is it the town’s spooky secret of what really happened at Hawkins Lab?

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TWINFLAMES : (ongoing) Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader —the annngst, the smut, NO VECNA, it’s gonna be a ride (15/??) (on permanent hiatus)

HONEY, I’M HOME desperate for a roommate, you place an ad in the paper. Eddie x Fem!Reader (enemies to lovers, menace!Eddie )

DO YOU LIKE THE WAY THE WATER TASTES? a day at the pool with your best friend, his gf, and his best friend Eddie— who has a crush on you.

HEATED taking the back roads to Indianapolis was Eddie’s idea. the day trip there was Steve’s. But when Wayne’s borrowed truck grinds to a halt on the hottest day in September, the tension and the boys’ tempers aren’t the only thing to rise.

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FORTY THREE BELOW *new* blizzard au, reader is fighting a cold

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TWELVE HOURS *new* smutty 12 hours of bf! eddie worshipping you until christmas

DIFFERENCES *new* a blurb about the way Steve & Eddie fuck you

IT’S 3 AM *new!* [early early morning smut with Eddie]

LEAVE ME IN THE DARK *new* [eddie angst: before & after s4]

CONFESSION *new!* [smut] eddie x fem!reader

LANDLORD! MEAN! OLDER!EDDIE [smut]

SOMEONE LIKE YOU [steddie angst]

LETTING SOMEONE GO *new!* [angst]

RUN

HELLFIRE THANKSGIVING [smut]

BAD DATE CHRONICLES

PREP SCHOOL [smut]

WANTING YOU

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hotch finds out you want to be called princess

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[jakekiszska]

Punkin

josh kiszka x female!reader

warnings: nsfw, explicit sexual content. 18+.

a/n: i wrote a blurb almost exactly like this a year ago on my old blog, stardustschords. it was the first request my best friend ever sent me, and it brought us together immediately. it felt only fitting to rewrite it for her and add so much more to it, along with my own chey flair. this one’s for you, @alwayzthere.

summary: your boyfriend josh takes you on a fun-filled date to a pumpkin patch.

tags: pls let me know if you’d like to be added or removed. @alwayzthere @strangersingold @garbagevanfleet @harmonyhous @obetrolncocktails @godlygreta @gardenvanfleet @singingmangoes @tripthelight-fanfic @theweightofstardust @teddiie @gretavanfleas @brokenbellz

You grabbed your backpack from its place on the couch and pulled it over your shoulders before running over to the mirror to check your lipgloss again. You pulled the tube from your pocket and applied one more layer just in case. You patted your pockets to make sure you had your phone and keys before you slid the little tube back into your jeans.

Suddenly, as if on cue, you heard the familiar horn of your boyfriend’s jeep beeping outside. You opened the door and walked out, making sure to close it behind you and lock the deadbolt and jiggle the handle for good measure.

When you got to his jeep he was waiting for you with the passenger door opened so that you could slide right in. You pecked him quickly on the lips before hopping into your seat. He closed the door for you and walked around to the driver’s side. You almost melted into the leather once you’d realized he had the seat warmer turned on for you. You fastened your seatbelt and waited for him to drive.

“You look stunning today, darling.” He informs you, quickly giving you a once over before pulling out of your driveway and making his way onto the main road. Since you’d decided that your date today was going to mostly take place at a pumpkin patch, you had to dress for the occasion. You wore your favorite pair of black jeans and your Doc Martens with a pair of long socks that bunched up just above them. On your top half you wore a plain polo shirt with an oversized sweater layered over it. Your hands were adorned with rings and you had on a few layered necklaces.

“Back atcha, hotshot.” You flirted, sending a wink in his direction. Josh wore one of his favorite one piece outfits, a navy blue onesie with stripes. He wore his signature white converse and his favorite pair of clear mantra beads. You reached over to him and scratched softly at his beard and he rubbed it against your palm playfully.

You connected to the bluetooth and played your halloween playlist as Josh drove the short drive to the pumpkin patch. You both sang and danced along with the songs all the way there. Josh parked once you arrived and you got out of the jeep, loving how the crisp fall air bit at your cheeks and nose.

It was mid-afternoon and you were elated that you had so much time to spend out here, playing games and eventually searching for a pumpkin. You laced your fingers through Josh’s and he swung your arms as you walked down the path toward the concessions.

Your eyes lit up as soon as you saw the sign for hot chocolate, and Josh giggled as you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over to wait in line with you. He ordered for you both, asking sweetly for extra whipped cream and cinnamon on his. You paid and found a cozy bench to sit on to enjoy your treat. After a few minutes of light chatting and letting your drinks cool, you brought the cup to your lips and took a long sip. You smiled into the rim of the cup as the hot sweet liquid traveled down your throat. When you pulled your cup away, you realized you’d gotten whipped cream on the tip of your nose and on your cheek, next to the corner of your mouth.

Josh took notice quickly too, and leaned into you with a mischievous grin spread wide across his face. “Let me get that for you.” he whispered hotly, placing his face next to yours and dragging his tongue across your face. If you weren’t already flushed from the chilly air, you were sure as hell redder than a beet now. The swipe of his tongue along the tip of your nose was a gentler, more innocent one, but you were still reeling. He smirked at how red your face had grown.

You grabbed him by the neck of his jumpsuit and pulled him as close to you as he could get. “Joshua Michael!” you scolded, but you couldn’t hide the rasp his actions had brought to your voice. “You are going to pay for that later. I. Mean. It.” you swore. This time his cheeks reddened.

He grabbed your hand and clasped it in his, rubbing soft circles on your palm with his thumb. “I would love to pay for that.” he assured. You finished your drinks and you tried to focus your mind elsewhere that way you didn’t jump his bones in a pumpkin patch full of all kinds of people.

You discarded your trash in a nearby bin and finally made your ways to the rows of pumpkins. Your heart filled with joy as you took in the sight before you. Rows of beautiful orange, white, and reddish pumpkins extended out as far as you could see. You and Josh walked carefully through the rows, joking and laughing with each other and giggling at all the excited children you saw.

“Do you want an orange pumpkin? Or should we go for a white one?” Josh asked you, squatting down in the middle of a row to thump a large pumpkin in front of him. “I think orange this year.” You decide, moving down next to him.

“Okay, so we have to make sure there aren’t any soft spots. And if you press your nail into the rind and it doesn’t scratch, that means it’s mature. That way it won’t rot quickly.” He tells you matter-of-factly.

You spent a few minutes poking and thumping pumpkins until you finally found the perfect one. It was round and a gorgeous bright orange. Josh scooped it up in his arms and carried it back down the rows. You both stopped for a few moments to watch some kids play games at the entrance.

There was a cake walk and you noticed an adorable little blonde boy bobbing for apples. He had the roundest blue eyes and you could see the determination on his face. When he pulled his head up from the trough and noticed your gaze, he waved at you and you returned it. You turned your glance quickly to the woman running the cake walk and you noticed a striking resemblance. She also waved at you, to which you returned a warm smile. Their happiness brought you and Josh both joy.

You finally made it up to the station to pay for your pumpkin. You checked out and made your way back to the jeep, excited to finally go home and carve it, and then repay Josh for licking the whipped cream off of you.

You pulled into your drive and quickly exited the car, unlocking your front door and stepping in. Josh carried the pumpkin to the kitchen and went off in search of an old blanket while you took off your boots in the den. You met him in the kitchen as he laid the blanket out on your table and placed the pumpkin on it. He ran out to his car to grab a pumpkin carving kit he’d found at the grocery store, and you both went to your room to change into some ratty clothes before beginning.

He cut the top off and you helped him gut the pumpkin, placing all the insides in the bowl. You preheated the oven so that you could roast the seeds, and Josh began carving a silly Jack-O-Lantern face into the side of the pumpkin. Once the oven beeped you placed the seeds on a foil lined pan and sprinkled some salt over them before popping them into the oven. Josh finished up the carving and you helped him get rid of the excess pumpkin flesh. After the oven dinged and you took the seeds out, you decided to place the pumpkin on your porch.

He grabbed a tea light candle and his lighter and you helped him carry the pumpkin outside. He placed the candle inside and lit it before replacing the top of the pumpkin. You were ecstatic about his carving work. He pulled you into his side and you wrapped your arms around him, happy to be engulfed in his scent and warmth. He whispered in your ear cheekily.

“I believe I have something to pay for, don’t I?”

You grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back into the house, quickly closing the door and shoving him against it. He hissed as his back slammed against the wood. “Nice kitty.” he chided playfully, tapping your nose with the tip of his finger. You leaned upward and bit down on the finger in your face.

He giggled at you before removing it from your mouth and leaning down to catch your lips in a heated kiss. You brought your hands up to his face and gently cupped his cheeks before skating your fingers along the freshly shaved sides of his head. You were infatuated with his new haircut.

After a few moments of kissing him, he decided to pull away and command you to the bedroom. “Take your ass to the bedroom, NOW!” he yelled playfully. You recognized the tone as the same one he’d been using to document his “rhinestone diaries” on tour, where he tells the fans or whoever is in the room to “FUCK OFF!”

You laughed and ran to your room. He wasn’t far behind you and you squealed as he scooped you up and threw you against the pillows. He crawled over you and began kissing you again, sliding one of his legs between yours. You sucked in a gasp as his knee bumped against your still clothed clit.

The need for you both to be naked was suddenly unbearable. You pushed Josh off slightly so that you could pull the dingy shirt off and toss it across the room. You slid off your shorts next, leaving you bare. Josh followed suit, ridding himself of his clothes quickly.

He was already almost fully hard and your mouth watered at the sight. Josh began to place soft kisses along your stomach and thighs. He could see your wetness glistening between your legs and he slid two fingers through your folds before he began to slip them in and out of you softly. You fisted your hands in the sheets and writhed against him.

He swiped the thumb of his other hand across your clit softly. “Wait a minute,” he said, looking up at you with a sly grin. “This doesn’t feel like much of a punishment.”

“Well Joshua, I changed my mind. You’re such a good boy, I figured I’d reward you.” The blush that formed across his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by you but you didn’t have time to say anything when his next move was bringing your ankle to his mouth and biting down on it.

You pushed him off of you and sat up, gripping him by the shoulders. You maneuvered him so that he was sitting with his back propped gently against the pillows. You crawled over him and took his dick in your hand, stroking over it gently before placing it against your entrance and sinking down.

You took it slowly until he was fully seated inside of you, and once you were comfortable you began to bounce up and down on him. He didn’t say a word but you knew it was serving him well from the way his grip on your hips felt like vices.

This position worked wonders for you as well as you could feel his tip slamming against your sweet spot with every thrust. Your tits bounced in his face as loud moans and whines left each of your mouths. Moments like these really reminded you of the love and vulnerability you shared with your partner. Words didn’t need to be shared, just time. Just sweet moments.

Josh was reaching his peak and he could tell you were almost there, so he reached down to toy with your clit again. With just a few more thrusts you felt the feeling wash over you, that white hot pleasure Josh brought you to every time. His hips stuttered as he finished just after you, and you placed your forehead against his, sweaty curls stuck to him.

“I love you.” he whispers.

“I love you back.” you return.

You stay there for a few moments before pulling off and he winces at the sensitivity as you do. Josh runs down the hall to run you a shared bath. “Wanna watch a movie after this?” He questions. You nod.

You clean up in the bath and head off to watch a movie, munching on some pumpkin seeds and enjoying Josh’s warmth. You don’t even realize you fall asleep there until you wake the next morning on the couch, completely enveloped in him.

[cupid-styles]

I LOVED THE NEW WOLFRRY BLURB SM LIKE SO SO SO MUCH

i am begging u

respectfully

pls dont abandon them after halloween like obviously write what u want but like if u wanna continue them ishfjskfkskfk i LOVE THEM IT WAS SO GOOD UR SO TALENTED AS ALWAYS I LOVE U

thank u soooo so much bestie!!!!!! im so glad you enjoyed it ! I would love to continue writing them and am alwayssss open to concepts and requests to write more <33333

[moonchildstyles]

vampire harry and his birthday? maybe it is the first time hes celebrating in a long time and its with her? would there be a party like on halloween or would he prefer something private just the two of them?

Will u pls do some extra smut or a blurb of chiaroscuro Harry and y/n pleaseeee it’s my favorite smut of all time

for h’s birthday🥺

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"Would y'mind tasting this for me, m'love?"

(Y/N) happily nodded her head from where she sat on the kitchen island. Harry was busy making dinner for the night, requesting she stay with him instead of it being a surprise like usual. He turned to her, spoon in hand with a pearl of béchamel sauce on the bowl of the utensil. He looked to her with adoring eyes as she acted as his taste tester, a cool hand placed on her thigh as he stood between them.

"What do y'think, hm?" he prompted, squeezing his fingers around the thick of her thigh in a teasing pinch.  "Like Paulina's yet?"

(Y/N) smiled at the name of the little Sicilian woman that had made it her business having (Y/N) try every dish in her repertoire when they were visiting Italy, even off-the-menu items. (Y/N)'s favorite had become the white lasagna Paulina had made for her on their last visit. When Harry had asked how exactly she made it, he was given vague answers with no precise measurements or exact directions just that it was supposed to taste like this and smell like that when finished.

Tonight was his formal attempt at recreating the dish, leaves of spinach sautéing beside the cheesy béchamel simmering away and homemade noodles resting on the counter. Sliced mushrooms toasted in garlic were waiting in a bowl off to the side, with a container of toasted pine nuts beside it. Just from the smell, it seemed he would succeed.

(Y/N) pulled back, wrapping her fingers around the wrist of his hand holding the spoon. She smiled up at him, finding him looking at her with his chin tipped upwards and a small curve in his lips. "Almost," she answered simply, teasing to see his reaction. He'd become fairly cocky when it came to his cooking, and despite the fact his sauce was exactly like Ms. Paulinas—if not, better—she wanted to playfully bait him a bit.

He didn't seem to fall for it as he only raised his brows and his smile widened on his lips. He gave her another squeeze to her thigh before turning back to the stove, stirring through the thickening béchamel. He looked to her over his shoulder, his composure set as his chin grazed the laced neckline of his blouse. "Only almost?" he pressed, "You know I can tell when you are lying, right?"

"I'm not lying! There just needs to be a little something more, that's all." She had to fight off a pending laugh, knowing that if she let even a breath of it escape, she would be caught. Harry knew she struggled to keep a straight face when playing with him like this.

Harry kept his smile up, nodding his head as if he bought her story. "'S not what your heartbeat is telling me. Flutters every time y'try to trick me—just like it is right now."

"That's not fair, you always know when I'm trying to play with you!" A defeated pout puffed out her lips and dropped her shoulders, her legs continuing to swing in front of the cabinets.

"I've never said y'can't play with me, as you put it, jus' that y'need to get better at it." He began assembling the beginnings of the lasagna, laying the noodles flat and spooning the sauce overtop as he continued. "I have lived a long life, m'petal, you've got to try harder than that."

"How could I forget, old man" she teased, earning a huff of a laugh from him. She scooted to the edge of the counter, her hands coming to wrap around the ledge as she continued kicking her legs behind him. "How old are you anyway, H?"

He gently shook his head, the full of his cheeks widened around his smile. "I've told you before, petal, I lost count centuries ago. Last time I celebrated was for m'three-hundredth and sixty-something birthday."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the number, often forgetting just how vast of an existence he'd experienced. "When was that?"

Harry hummed for a moment, spreading a layer of warmed spinach over a ladling of the cheese sauce. "Cromwell had just begun his rule over the British Isles, and if I remember correctly, that would have been sometime in the sixteen-fifties."

"Harry, that was almost four hundred years ago!" A gasp sounded through her voice, watching as Harry casually nodded his head and sprinkled the pine nuts over the top of the assembled lasagna. "When's your birthday?"

Harry popped the dish into the oven, tapping in the time on the pad before turning towards (Y/N) with a reluctant set in his jaw. He moved to bracket her thighs between his hands as he stood in front of her, the open front of his top exposing an expanse of pale skin further lightened in comparison to the black tattoos.

"That does not matter, m'love, I've had far too many of them." He shook off her questioning with a softened smile, but was unable to pull the reluctancy from his jawline.

"But I wanna know," she pressed, reaching out and settling her palms on the sides of his face, "We've been living together for however long, and I don't even know when your birthday is." She ended with a smile. Harry finally relaxed a bit as he turned his face to the inside of her wrist, pressing a kiss to the palm as he kept his gaze locked on her.

"'S the first of February," he mumbled, voice muffled against her skin.

"Harry!" (Y/N) popped up in her spot on the counter, posture straightening as she stopped kicking her legs. "That's in two weeks! I don't have anything planned for you!"

"Do not worry about that, darling," he crooned, latching his hands onto the full of her thighs before splitting them apart to give him room to stand between, "Birthdays become ordinary the more they occur, so I do not expect any kind of celebration."

(Y/N) couldn't help the molding of her features into a sorry expression. Her eyes rounded out and her brows downturned in response to his words. "You wouldn't want to celebrate with me? I know you think birthdays are boring, but maybe it'd be something fun if we did it together."

Harry practically melted under her gaze, her grip on her thighs loosening before fluttering up her sides as he drew closer. He stopped with his hands on the soft of her sides. "Is that something y'would want? A celebration together?"

She nodded her head, her own hands gliding down to settle on his shoulders. "I love birthdays," a small smile fluttered over her lips, "Its a day dedicated just to you, and I want to celebrate you."

A dreamy sigh fell from his lips, his arm curling around her middle as he pressed his body against hers. "You are much too sweet t'be real," he muttered under his breath, "Straight out of a fairytale."

Before (Y/N) could offer any response, Harry smoothed a kiss over her lips. A small chill fluttered through her body at the temperature of his skin before she warmed from inside out at the contact. She tightened her hold on his shoulders, the breezy fabric of his shirt bundled between her fingers. The plush of her lips gave way under his, a testament to the juxtaposing softness she possessed to his frigid severity.

"I'd love nothing more than to spend m'first real birthday in centuries by your side, if that is what y'want," he mouthed against her lips, voice virtually silent between them.

(Y/N) smiled at the thought, already trying to formulate a plan over how she could surprise the one person she's fairly certain can detect each new bud in his garden even if he's in a different country.

"What do vampires do for birthdays?" she asked once he drew away. She drifted her hands to the open neckline of his top, fingers tracing the scalloped edging.

Harry kept his own hands on her sides, a shrug lifting his shoulders as he kept his gaze on her face. "The last time I indulged in any kind of festivity, was spent in what is called a Blood Club these days," he dropped his eyes from her, always feeling a bit ashamed to share his old follies, "But I would prefer to keep our festivities here at home. I do not expect anything large, m'petal, whatever y'plan I will fall in love with, like I love you."

She leaned forward and pressed a peck to his lips, her reciprocation to his declaration of love.

"You just have to promise me you'll pretend to be surprised, even if you find out what I plan." She wasn't quite sure what gifts she would get him or what little moments they would spend together, but she wanted to feel the gratification she's sure he did when he brought her presents.

"Y'have m'word." A tender smile colored his features, (Y/N) only catching it for a moment before he leaned down and nudged the tip of his nose against her's in a puppy's kiss.

Now, she just had to figure out what kind of birthday dinner a vampire would consider special.

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(Y/N) had always been a fan of excitable wakeup calls when it was someone she loved's birthday. But, she knew that would be impossible with the fact her Harry had no need to sleep, and with that, no need to be woken up with a garden of kisses planted on his face and a promise of gifts after a homemade breakfast from her limited expertise. Instead, she knew Harry would be the one waking her with kisses and the gentle touches she's become accustomed to.

But, she wasn't going to let his constant doting stop her from making this February first all about him.

"Happy birthday, H," (Y/N) mumbled as soon as she was coherent from her sleep. Harry's arm was heavy around her middle, his face in her neck from where he had whispered a wakeup in her ear.

He hummed a contented noise, the purr rumbling against her skin in a comforting vibration. "Thank you, m'love. This is already the most wonderful birthday I've ever had."

She couldn't help but feel a bit of pride leak into the curve of her lips, a smile stretching over her cheeks. Harry had lived a long time, and she keened into the idea that she was able to leave a mark in his existence. "Hopefully, it'll only get better."

"And, how are y'going to do that, puppy?" A sponging of kisses were trailed along the back of her neck, enough to pass a shiver over (Y/N)'s spine.

She knew as soon as he drawled that pet name across her skin, a plethora of fantasies were being painted in his mind, each one growing more and more detailed as he went. She did plan on indulging him in those, just later.

(Y/N) rolled in his arms, twisting in his hold so she could now face him. She found him with a smile on his face, much more smug than her own, conveying his want for the present she's sure he wished for. His hands spanned across her back, sending a sweet chill through the thin t-shirt she wore as pajamas as his fingers flexed across the expanse. Her own arms were bundled between them, fingers tucked around the cross necklace that adorned the bare of his chest. Harry took the initiative and dipped his head down to press a kiss to the soft of her lips, already working on deepening it with a sweep of his tongue on her bottom lip when she pulled away.

"Not yet," she whispered between them, "I have other presents for you first."

(Y/N) was quick to wriggle out of his hold and out of bed, leaving a cooling patch of bedding that Harry reached towards. (He always gravitated towards the warm spots she left, searching for her warmth in her absence even if she was gone for only a moment). (Y/N) was already halfway out the door, padding towards her old room in the manor as Harry called out behind her—asking her to stay and keep him warm, he's more than patient enough to wait for gifts. She only rolled her eyes and shouted at him to stay there, determined to surprise him with the gift bags and poorly wrapped boxes.

She returned with her arms loaded with a trio of gifts, each tag and sticker with Harry's name on it. She climbed back atop the bed clumsily, almost dropping a gift bag and tearing a hole in the wrapping of the box. After they were spread out along the duvet, she beamed at Harry. His smile was small as his gaze swept over the selection in front of him before locking onto the girl in front of him.

"Petal, really," he sighed, his features melting into a softened gaze over the glittering tissue in a golden gift bag, "Y'didn't have to do any of this. I don't want for anything when I have you, no additional gifts are necessary."

"But I wanted to. Like Christmas, remember, I want to give you things," she smiled, pushing the bag towards him. "And you said I could do anything that made me happy, right?"

He drew his gaze to the bag, taking the handles in his grasp as he peered at her through a fallen curl on his forehead. "I suppose so," he sighed.

He still struggled with saying no to her, and (Y/N) knew just how to use it against him.

She happily smiled as he pulled the fluffs of tissue paper from the bag, his gaze periodically flicking to her and back to his hands. A close-lipped smile curved his lips, eyes matching the softened set in his mouth as he found what was under each thin sheet.

"How did y'know?"

(Y/N) beamed with pride at his question, hoping for a reaction like this. She watched as he pulled out the trio of paint tubes from the back, the small cardboard holder stamped with Sorrentino's in a curving font. "You usually use those shades all the time, but you haven't in a while. Figured you might be out. Was I right?"

His favorite golden, honey shade that had accented each of his paintings since their first trip to Italy was the biggest of the tubes. The other two were slightly smaller, but still much larger than the regular aluminum tubes Harry frequented—one a sage green shade he used in each of his landscapes for highlights and because he knew it was a favorite of her's, and a honeyed blue shade that he'd been privy to using for the sky in his pieces, smoother and warmer than any blue he'd used before.

"Y'were," he reciprocated her smile, reading over the name of each shade and corresponding lick of paint on the end, "How did y'get them? We haven't been out there in a month."

"I found Mr. Sorrentino's email on his website, even though I'm pretty sure it was his daughter who was answering me. I let them know it was a gift for you, and they made a custom order for some larger batches and sent it over for us." She smiled as he delicately placed them on the ruffled duvet, always incredibly careful with things he cared about.

"Thank you, darling," Harry cooed, already trying to lean over the gifts to pull her into a kiss.

She stopped him with a hand on his chest, "Keep going, there's still more."

There was a refusal at the ready on the tip of his tongue, but (Y/N) only nudged the bag in his direction. He blindly reached in, really committing to her hope of having him be surprised when he saw them for the first time. A long carved wooden box filled his palm as he pulled it out, his name scrawled along the top in a yellow glitter marker, small hearts surrounding the word. He looked to her already with a sweetened gaze on his face, about to prattle off another string of gratitude.

"Open it," she prompted, "The real gift is inside."

She watched as he lifted the top off, a set of customized paint brushes lining the inside. Each handle was handmade in the exact way Harry liked that only Mr. Sorrentino could achieve, the bristles stiff in the styles that needed it and malleably soft for others. The only difference was the  carved vines that climbed up the handle, blossoms of roses that replicated the ones in his surrounding the manor dotted along. Each one was artfully crafted, golden accents highlighting certain stretches and specific petals. She hoped Harry would recognize the thought behind it, wanting it not only to show his garden he was so proud of when he could stand to be outside, but also the homage to the renaissance style that swathed each plane of his aesthetic.

"I wanted the make the box and decorate the brushes myself, but I very quickly found out that if I wanted you to have something you could actually use, I wouldn't be able to be the one to make it," she joked, anxiously shuffling on her knees as he rolled the brushes and examined each side of the handle, "So I settled for having Mr. Sorrentino make them and I was the one who painted your name on it."

He gently settled the brushes back into their box, taking both the paints and the box and putting them back in the gift bag. "Petal," he sighed, his features holding rounded edges as he gazed at her with melted irises, "'S beautiful, so beautiful. M'favorite is your little hearts around m'name." He spoke so sincerely, as if he couldn't see that each of her juvenile heart shapes were lopsided and messily colored in to cover up other small mistakes. "You're so talented."

That drew a laugh out of (Y/N), her smile widening at his words. "Harry, they're just hearts. And they're not even that good, but I'm happy you like it."

"You've already melted me, m'love, I don't know if I can handle much more." He reached towards (Y/N), hoping she would finally indulge him and allow a bit of her warmth to seep through his skin.

She only shook her head, pushing the second gift bag in front of him, "You know that if we start cuddling, you won't let me leave the bed for another few hours, and I want you to finish before that happens."

Harry only grumbled something under his breath, surely a complaint over her so-called cruelty as he'd put it before. The next bag was a bright red and much smaller than the first, no tissue paper concealing the contents as there was already an envelope hiding the gift. He looked up at her with a quirk in his brow, reaching in with his otherwise ringless fingers aside from the jutting flower that adorned his middle finger.

He opened the blank envelope, taking care not to cause any rip in the seam before pulling out the print that was held inside. He unfolded the paper, finding a flourishing font surrounded by grapevines, spelling out Tuscan Vines. An excitable declaration of Congratulations! was printed below, the bold font sticking out in comparison to the finer print following. He quickly scanned it, finding that it was a confirmation for a reservation a week from then for a Valentine's edition of their cooking lessons. A short description of the dish that would be taught was offered: a seafood ravioli fit for two with a 'sensuous' white wine sauce and a lesson on wine pairings for aphrodisiacs.

He gave her a small smile as he looked at her over the top of the paper. "We're going to cook together?"

"Mhm," she nodded, "Since you won't let me help at home, I thought it might be nice to learn with you, even if it's something you already know. I wanted to get it for today, but their evening class was full and I think we'd enjoy the Valentine's Day one more. And, you'll get to show off in front of everyone."

He hummed at her last comment, refolding the paper and slipping it back into the envelope. "You know me well—can never pass up an opportunity to show off. But, I think 'm more excited about watching you perform in front of a whole class. Surely, they'll be impressed to learn how to burn water."

"Hey," she whined, a pinch in her brow that matched the pout in her lips, "Be nice, I thought it would be fun."

"Darling, 'm jus' teasing," he crooned, disrupting the small pile of his presents as he shifted on the bed. He moved closer to her, seemingly over his repeated failures at bundling her in his arms. "C'mere," he sounded, opening his arms as he scooted beside her, "Cuddle with me for this last one, please."

(Y/N) had already caved, snuggling up against his side as his arm fell around her shoulders. He whispered a thank you to her as he pressed a kiss to her hair. With his free hand, Harry reached towards the final, poorly wrapped box and brought it to his lap—slightly overlapping onto her folded legs. He made quick work of the wrapping paper, the edges lopsided and not quite as secure as (Y/N) had thought.

"This one kind of goes with the last gift," (Y/N) muttered as he revealed the plain black box under the wrapping paper.

The box held a matte finish, the top giving way easily as Harry lifted it. Inside was a deep green colored fabric, whatever piece of clothing it was being too ardently folded to give away anything about what exactly it was. Harry slipped his hand under what looked to be the top of the article, the piece now unfolding to unveil a personalized cooking apron. The forest color of the base was complimented by the ongoing theme of roses embroidered around the edging. His surname of Styles was scripted in elegant font colored in a slightly lighter green font at the chest of the apron.

"You always seem to want to wear white while you make me dinner, so I thought this might help protect your clothes. And I think everyone at the store is starting to call me the Tide Pen girl since I have to buy at least three every time I go, so I'd like to lay off for a little while." (Y/N) played with her fingers in her lap, Harry's own hand still on her side as he gazed at the gift in front of him. "And I know you like to put your name on stuff, so I got it personalized."

She couldn't wipe the beaming smile off her face, watching how he took in every small detail of the piece as if it were one of the Gucci articles he's become fond of ordering. He laid it gently down on his lap, the stiff of the box seeming to present the piece to him. He ran his fingertip over the blooms around the edge, his smile emulating her's in the way he couldn't seem to lose it.

"Petal," he sighed, dipping his head down and resting his forehead against her's, "I love it. All of it. You're s'good to me, you know that? Best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Happy birthday, Harry," she mumbled in response, settling her palms on his cheeks as she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. His arm around her tightened, slipping between the fluff of the pillows and her back to wrap around her waist.

She finally allowed him to deepen their kiss the way he had been yearning to since she woke up. Harry absently swept the apron and it's box off his lap before tugging his petal on his thighs in replacement. A suckling kiss was placed to her bottom lip before the moment was ruined by the sound of (Y/N)'s growling stomach.

She drew back with a breathy laugh, her hands on his chest bundling into a fist, "Sorry."

"No need t'be sorry, m'darling," he smiled, his palm on her cheek as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face, "Forgot to feed you this morning, didn't I? Got distracted with your giving spirit."

"It can wait, I don't want you to spend your birthday morning tending to me," she offered, already leaning in to distract him with a kiss.

He indulged her with only a single peck, drawing back quickly. "No, I've got to take care of m'human, so no waiting on your needs." He gently shifted her off his lap, then moved to collect his gifts and set them on his bedside table.

"Maybe you can wear your apron!" she bubbled, hoping to steer the attention back on him and his day despite her needs being at the forefront of his mind.

He hummed as he tugged on a shirt—white of course, because he couldn't possibly cook in anything less stain-attracting. "'M not sure, maybe I'll have y'wear it. I quite like the thought of m'name being on you."

It was his birthday, right?

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Despite Harry's suggestion of having her wear his apron, he caved after a bit of pleading on her part. The emerald hued fabric of the apron hung off his body as he slid the now finished plate of eggs Florentine in front of (Y/N). Before she could dig in, Harry was already at her side with his chair scooted to be directly beside her's. Apart of their usual morning routine, Harry delicately brushed her hair from her face, leaving a space for him to bury his face into neck and bestow a smattering of kisses along her skin.

She let him have his fun, having become used to his incessant affection first thing the morning (he claimed it was because he missed her in the night, waiting hours for her to wake so he could love on her), cutting off a piece of the toasted English muffin with hollandaise sauce before popping it in her mouth. "What did you want to do today? I wasn't really sure what to plan for a vampire's birthday, especially during the day, but I could invite everyone over if you wanted. Mitch was particularly excited about the idea of throwing a party for you."

Harry grumbled in response, pulling back from his home in the crook of her neck. "No, do not invite them. When Mitch found out how old I was, my following birthday he teased me relentlessly by calling me 'ancient' every chance he got, and proceeded to get so drunk at a Blood Club we were kicked out with a promise of never letting him return. It was horrendous, I don't classify any of that as a celebration and would not like a repeat."

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile at the thought of the reserved Mitch being the reason the group of them were kicked out of a club. She could only imagine Sarah's reaction, her probably being the one to spur him on in the first place. "Okay, I won't," she relented, a smile on her face despite his serious request, "But Niall said he got you something, so I might have him come by an—"

"Niall either!" he rushed, "He's just as bad, if not worse than Mitch. Both of them conspire against me and try to convince me to go out for a midnight snack that's jus' a cover for a raucous party I never asked for with people I don't know. I only want to be with you on this day, please."

He was like a child with the way he whined to her, but she could see his frustration. Something she had quickly learned about Harry was how deeply private he was, so unexpected soirees and scenes created at clubs were something that would surely rub him the wrong way. "I promise I won't. It'll be just us," she assured, pausing from finishing off her breakfast and pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Was there anything you wanted to do with just me today, then?"

A presumptuous grin settled on his lips, "I could think of plenty I would like to do with you, but I suppose 'm meant to keep those fancies to myself until tonight."

"You'd be right," she agreed, thinking back to the final of his gifts she had tucked away in her old wardrobe. Technically, she would be the one wearing it, but she figured he would get the most pleasure out of it. "Anything else in mind, Mr. Styles?"

"I've no preference, only that I wish to never part from you" he sighed, his gaze locked on her as he watched her finish off the breakfast he prepared for her, "Even if we do the most mundane of tasks, they will be special if I am by your side."

Ever the romantic, even if it was she was supposed to be showering him in love.

(Y/N) knew just the plan, aiming to pack their stay at home with all of the things he loved to do. "Maybe we could go to your studio for a little bit, and you can show me all of your fancy techniques—and I won't try to distract you this time, I promise! And when the clouds come in, we could go out to the garden; I know you've missed being out there since it's been so sunny these past couple weeks."

Harry hummed, feigning thought though she knew he was already sold with the half smile that tugged at his lips. "Will y'wear that top that I like? The one with the drop shoulders in that red I favor?"

"It is your birthday, so I can't say no," she joked, predicting he would ask for something as silly as this. He had always shown a bit of a preference over shirts that displayed the top of her chest and showcased the curve of her neck, for obvious reasons, but especially after he had gifted her a locket for Christmas. He confessed he adored the look of the jewelry on her neck, knowing he was the one placed in her heart along with the location their love had blossomed.

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"I don't quite use it as dramatically as I have in the past, but the chiaroscuro technique creates intense degrees between dark shadows and bright highlights. I learned from Caravaggio, but could never quite smoothen the scale in-between the way he could."

(Y/N) happily listened along, Harry having planted her on his lap as he reached around her and painted on his canvas. Despite the talk of darkened shadows, the scene he was creating was reminiscent of the brighter style he had become taken with since their first flight to Italy. This one held a cottage in the midground, the pale stone walls draped with ivy and climbing vines. The beginnings of a pair of shading trees were placed on the sides, willows he seemed to be set on adding. The main focus was the garden presented in the foreground, a familiar woman tending to it in a floral dress. (Y/N) could see the faint markings of what looked to be feathered wings sprouting from her back, the details of the appendages not yet added.

He always found a way to incorporate her into his art—his muse, as he had put it.

"Who's Caravaggio?" she asked, not recognizing the name from her limited art history lessons.

"Have y'ever seen the Transito della Madonna? 'S his most famous painting." (Y/N) could hear the smile in his voice, his perfect Italian pronunciation holding an airy tone from his amusement.

"I don't think so, what does it look like?" Her eyes followed the small detail brush in his hand that added a muted sage green highlight along the forest color of the willow vines. She absently reached in the almost empty carton of strawberries beside them, Harry tightening his hold on her when she drifted too far.

"I'll have to show you sometime, next time we go to Paris," he offered, absently pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

Slowly he dropped the brush to lay on the ledge of the easel, his attention shifting now to the softened skin of her neck. He had done this multiple times at this point, taking full advantage of the exposed expanse of her neck and shoulders. He never took it far enough to leave a bite on her neck or allow the tips of his fangs to scrape along her skin, but she knew that was his endgame to the teasing. He had been not so subtly asking for his dinner to be served early, but she knew as soon as that happened, along with the way he had been behaving this morning, the surprise she had planned for tonight would be thrown out the window in his rush to get between her legs.

She still complied and tilted her head, feeling his smile against her skin as he dipped into the crook of her neck. "What would y'say to modeling for me for the rest of the day, hm? Jus' like last time, only with a little less clothing." He hooked his finger in the neckline of her top, tugging it down and exposing the soft tops of her breast.

(Y/N) huffed a laugh, his desire to paint her nude nothing new, she just had other plans for the day, "Not today."

"Today is the perfect day, m'love. Didn't y'say I could have anything I wanted since it was my birthday?" he pressed, his hand wrapping around the curve of her bicep with his thumb running along the hem, "And I would like to put Caravaggio to shame with m'own angel."

She hummed, reaching up and placing her hand on his before turning to head to his. The green of his eyes were unrelenting as he tried to persuade her the best way he knew how, matching her own softened gaze. "If you can be patient, I think what I have planned for tonight is going to be better than a painting."

"It is not fair to bait me with this surprise and then refuse to show me for another handful of hours. I wish to know now what you are planning." A furrow pinched at his brow, his brows seemingly meeting in the middle from how deep it was.

(Y/N) leant forward and pressed a kiss to his pouting mouth, "Later," she repeated in a purr against his mouth. She glanced at one of the slightly undraped windows behind him, finding the cloud cover that had been expected for the day having drowned out the majority of the sun. "Come outside with me? It's cloudy, just like we were waiting for."

She could see a tiny bit of a debate going on in him, his expressions much easier to read now that she knew him well. He was surely going to press for more information, his boasting of infinite patience prior to today now forgotten in lieu of her own secrets. But, during late nights when he had talked her to sleep, he had rumbled about missing the garden; how he never dreaded the sunlight until it came and kept him from the simple pleasure of waltzing through his garden with his lover beside him.

"Lead the way," he relented, a soft smile on his face despite the defeated tone he teased her with.

He helped shuffle her off his lap, his hands moving to hold her at her waist as he stood up behind her. (Y/N) happily pulled one of his hands into her's, lacing their fingers together. She could feel his eyes on her form as she led them from his studio and down the curving staircase to the ornate door that led to his grandiose patio. The sun was blotted out by the covering of clouds, but the air still felt warm from its previous rays.

Harry took the lead from here, his grip on her hand tightening as he pulled her along to the first of his rows of rose bushes. A fluttering of petals had fallen to the ground from some of the deeper, drooping blooms that had ran their course in his garden. Now, their florets littered the ground to from a romantic walkway under their feet while the fresh roses stood to attention under Harry's adoring gaze.

He quietly walked along the path determined by the perimeter of flowers flanking each side, the nursery having grown since (Y/N) had come into his life and given him a reason to want to create something beautiful. She stepped quietly beside him, watching his demeanor and body language change the longer they traipsed around the garden.

(Y/N) had felt guilty when she found that all she was going to be able to offer him for his birthday were simple activities around the house. She wanted to do something grand for him that could match up to the opulent lifestyle he showed to her, but she hadn't anticipated how hard it might be to plan a day of adventure for a vampire who couldn't leave his home for too long before going blind and couldn't eat anything other than taking a bite from her neck. Seeing him now, seeing the relaxed and seemingly blissful state he took as he pulled her along with his admiring gaze set on each of his flower boxes, and the prideful enthusiasm with which he taught her complicated techniques in his studio showed that maybe she did alright. Maybe, he didn't need all the grandeur that she thought was integrated into his world.

"What are y'thinking?" he mumbled, pulling (Y/N) from her thoughts, "Can practically hear each thought bubbling up." His hand in her's tightened, (Y/N) hyperaware of the thick banded ring she had gifted to him only a couple months prior.

"You just look really happy," her voice was soft as she spoke, looking at him with a frame of her lashes around the vision, "I know I can't do big special stuff, but I'm happy you're having a good birthday."

Harry stopped in his lead around the gardens, shifting to face her with his hands landing on her hips. "Petal," he cooed, the tips of his thumbs slipping under the hem of her top and skimming the delicate skin of her hipbones, "Y'know I don't want for any of those things. You are the one thing I truly crave in m'exisitence. Any time spent with you is a privilege, even if it were hours in bed as y'napped atop me and I had nothing else to do but admire you."

He didn't allow any time for a response before he dipped his head down and captured her lips in a kiss. She settled her hands on either side of his jaw, the tips of her fingers dipping into the baby curls that bordered his hairline. He slotted her bottom lip between his, the plush of her pout giving under the pull of his kiss. The sweetened air from the flowers around them coated the contact in a dreamy floral filter.

(Y/N) couldn't imagine anything more romantic than being kissed in a rose garden, petals at her feet and sighing into her lover's mouth.

Harry was the first to draw away, paying attention to her breathing and knowing when she needed a break and to focus on her inhales. He trailed his lips across her skin, lingering on each patch he graced with a kiss before moving to the next. The tip of his nose skimmed the line of her neck as he moved lower, a chill connecting the string. (Y/N) was only absently aware of the inhales he was bringing in of her scent, focused on the lush feeling that came with his lips on her skin and the twist of his curls in between her fingertips.

"Y'always smell particularly pleasant by m'roses," he mused, a sweeping breath fanning across her skin before he continued,"Sweet."

Her eyes fluttered closed at the rumbling of his voice, feeling the trail of his hands shifting to wrap around her middle. "I—," she swallowed, cutting herself off as Harry placed a kiss right atop the patch of skin he favored with biting, "I don't know if this makes a difference, but I think one time you said I was sweeter after eating strawberries, and—"

"I know," hummed, his smile audible in his words. He took his time, brushing kisses along her skin with his hands a cooling burn on her back. "Is it later yet?"

"If you want it to be. It's your birthday."

He hummed a contented noise. A harder kiss was dotted in the same spot before he grabbed her hand in his. "Come with me."

(Y/N) quickly laced her fingers between his, happily following after him to a small wrought iron patio set. The pieces were painted white with the bars elaborately braided, giving the appearance of twisting vines working over a trellis-like backdrop. He sat down first, pulling her down with him. He prompted (Y/N) to straddle him, working one of his thighs between hers as he wrapped his arms around the curve of her waist.

"'S okay if we do this out here?" he questioned, voice quiet between them as if not to disrupt any of the flowers blooming around them.

(Y/N) nodded her agreement, relaxing into Harry as he preferred from her. Her lax state allowed for him to move her as he wanted, shifting her body to press her against him. The chill of his fingertips skimmed against her neck, collecting her hair before laying it behind her shoulder. He tipped her head to the side, baring the delicate skin of her neck to him.

"Y'ready, petal? Can hear your heart fluttering like a butterfly," he teased against her skin, shifting in his seat. The adjustment caused his thigh between her legs to rise and press against her core, the pressure increasing.

"Mhm," she hummed, letting a small sigh fall from her lips as she shivered in his hold.

"You're so sweet to me, y'know that?" he crooned, soothing her further into his chest, "Best little present I've ever received. Letting me bite y'in the middle of our garden, too. Couldn't have dreamed of a better birthday."

(Y/N)'s own hands clung to the fabric covering his chest, the sweater of his cardigan curled between her fingers. Only a second later, a peeking of his tongue swept across her skin before the familiar points of pressure pierced at the crook of her neck. A gasp stiffened her chest, straightening her shoulders at the initial shock of the sting. Harry contrasted her inhale with a contented exhale, a satisfied hum sweeping across her skin.

(Y/N) only had a moment to process the polarizing switch as the sting of the bite ebbed away in favor of the pleasurable warmth before Harry's thigh tensed between her legs. He brought his leg up harder, pressing against her core and eliciting a strained gasp from his petal. She shook in his arms, a small tremor creeping up her spine at the blooms of pleasure springing through her system. She was often able to lose herself in the just the bite alone, so the added feeling of his pressing thigh straining against her center added a layer of haziness through her mind. A string of breathy moans exited her lungs as he created a rhythm grinding his thigh against her pussy. He kept her steady against his chest, getting his fill from the bite on her neck as her hips rocked in conjunction with each mouthful of blood he pulled from her. It felt like clouds were being stuffed inside her head, the electric puffs coating each of her thoughts in a pure white haze.

She swore she had begun to envision these clouds through the minute crack in her eyelids, but just as (Y/N) felt herself being pulled into the billow, Harry stopped. He drew back from her neck and stilled his movements. He swept his tongue across the tender patch of skin before releasing her to fall into his chest. Her cheek smooshed against he planes of his muscles with his hand on the back of her head gently curling his fingertips through her hair.

Harry's breathing was heavy as he came down, hands soft as he cradled her to him. He felt warm as he hugged her. Their shared flush made for a soothing home for (Y/N) to burrow into.

"Y'okay?" he mumbled to her, lips by her ear.

"I'm okay," she whispered, "Just overwhelmed. You did more." Her eyes were still cinched shut as she spoke, the recovery process coming slowly.

"Did I take too much?" His hand began making soothing circles on her back.

With cloud wisps still covering her judgment, she couldn't tell if Harry was just teasing her with a smug tone she just couldn't pick up on or if he really thought she was referring to how much blood he had taken. She gently shook her head as best she could as she rested against him, "No, no, you—with your leg you—"

"Oh," he awe'd, (Y/N)'s mind clearing just enough to catch the teasing he was pulling, "That. I figured that might work y'into a tizzy. Did it work?"

She was sure he already knew the answer, but she also knew he couldn't pass up an opportunity to pester her. Sighing, (Y/N) drew back from her home against his torso, finding Harry with his eyes closed and muscles relaxed in the patio chair. His cheeks held a sweetened flush and a honeyed glow. His hair was lively as the curls tumbled around his face with lips a ripened raspberry color and a stained center. His eyes were surely a bloody crimson surrounding the lily pad of his iris behind his eyelids, but he'd kept firm on his stance of keeping his eyes hidden for a bit after feedings as to not scare her.

He looked blissed out, happy enough to stay just where he was for however much longer. Hopefully he would still be up for her last present; a little earlier than planned but the stickiness that formed between her thighs was a little too much to ignore. (Y/N) allowed herself to sink a bit lower on his thigh, pressing her warmth against him.

She wanted as her shifting pulled a slow reaction out him. A lopsided smile tugged at the corner of his lips, eyes still closed as he fixed his hands on her hips to keep her where she was. "Is it already that much later?" His voice was deeper and rougher than she remembered as he spoke.

She ignored his initial question, sliding her hands down the firm planes of his chest and landing at the hem of his shirt. Her fingertips traced along the edging of his top, peering at him through her lashes despite the way his sight was still hidden. "Do you want to go back inside with me?"

"Is m'last present ready for me?" Harry's hands on her hips flexed around the flesh in his hold, his fingertips creating dents in the soft of her skin that matched the dimple on his cheek.

"Almost." Her fingers bundled tighter into the fabric at his waist.

"I'd better get y'back to our bedroom then."

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"Puppy," Harry singsonged from their bedroom, elongating the final syllable.

(Y/N) didn't bother to answer as she adjusted the straps on her vintage corset. She had previously asked Niall when she first found just how rapidly approaching Harry's birthday was, if there was something he had told him that he wanted—a gift she hadn't thought of. Niall immediately shot back a text about a certain idea Harry had let slip to him when he was missing her while she was visiting family. He told her about a specific daydream Harry had expressed, about seeing her in vintage clothing that emulated the period of his youth (he was still around two hundred when those styles were popular, but maybe that was young in vampire terms). Harry had shared the idea of seeing her in the delicate laces and silken organzas that made for the innocently seductive pieces he pictured. (Y/N) was fairly certain that Harry had been referencing fluttering dresses and other graceful blouses in his confession, but she took it in the other direction.

As she stood in front of the mirror, she shifted the bodice around her hips with the laced edging brushing against her skin. A solid band of dusty rose colored satin covered her breasts, each of the bones structuring the piece lined in the same material. The edging of the neckline was bordered with the same delicate lace that hemmed the bottom. Her favorite part was the sheer paneling across the middle, filled with a matching pink organza that shone against her skin and caught the light with each twist she turned as she adjusted the fit. The organza panelling dipped into two points over each of her things, a stocking clip hanging from each end. A pair of reworked straps sat high on her shoulders, two ribbons of glistening pink velvet tied into bows on the tops of her shoulders. The panties covering her core were in a matching color, the organza sitting high on her hips, cut to show the full of her hips and soft of her thighs.

She wasn't quite sure if it was exactly what Harry was picturing (this was as vintage as she could get without the pieces disintegrating in her hands), but she thought it was pretty. Hopefully, Niall hadn't steered her wrong.

(Y/N) could practically feel the waning patience radiating through the door, Harry most likely planning to call for her one more time before storming the bathroom in search of his petal. She had told him she'd only be a minute but that had been almost fifteen ago; to be fair, it did take her a moment to cinch the hooks on the front of the corset but the rest of the time was spent hyping up his anticipation as she took her time primping herself by fluffing her hair and slicking a clear gloss over her lips.

With one last glance in the mirror, she popped her head out of the bathroom door with the rest of her behind the wood. Harry snapped his head in her direction, his eyes blown wide as he tried to scan over every bit of her body he could find. He was sat eagerly on the edge of the mattress closest to the ensuite bathroom, shirt off and pants unbuttoned and ready to be shucked down his legs as soon as she presented the opportunity. "Darling, are y'done hiding from me? This is pure torture you are putting me through."

"Close your eyes first," she directed, "Please?"

With a heaving sigh, he closed his eyes. (Y/N) approached with the soundlessness of walking on her tiptoes. Harry was well aware of her presence as she approached, when she was in arm's reach he planted his hands on either side of her hips as she stood between his legs. He faced her with a quirk in his brow and eyes still closed, his lips curved in a self-satisfied smile.

"May I open m'eyes yet, or do y'plan on depriving me further on m'birthday of all days?"

(Y/N)'s own fingers carded through the curls vined around his head, pulling stray strands from his eyes. "Open," she relented with her voice soft between them.

In a second, Harry fluttered his eyes open. The blood from his earlier bite had almost completely flushed from his sclera, leaving only the remnants of a slightly bloodshot appearance. He scanned over her form in front of him, his hands following a trail up her sides and over the vintage lingerie that covered her tummy.

"Petal," he breathed, looking to her with something she could only describe as wonder, how she figured she looked when she truly saw him for the first time, "You're breathtaking. Always seem t'know jus' what I want. Like a painting, y'are." He used his hands as a second pair of eyes, skimming over her body in tender touches. Only the lightest of contact was felt through the paneling of her corset before he reached towards the velvet of the straps. "Are you m'last gift? With these little bows tying you up?"

A shy smile graced her lips, his sentiments never quite losing the shine they cast on her. "You get to unwrap me."

"I think I'd like to keep you dressed up like m'little princess a little while longer," he mused, running his hands along her arms before settling on her hands, "Why don't y'get on your knees for me, puppy."

(Y/N) sank to her knees in front of him, skin softened by the bundle of bundle of his discarded shirt he had dropped in the same spot. She looked up at him as she sat back on her heels, face level with the undone crotch of his pants. He smiled affectionately down at her, dropping her hands before petting his fingers through her hair. The blunt of his nails was felt against her scalp before his fingers twisted in her hair behind her head and formed a makeshift ponytail.

"Get me out, puppy," he started, his grip in her hair tightening as he flexed his fingers. (Y/N) quietly did as asked, her fingers moving deftly as she tugged down his slacks and revealed the plain black of his boxers.

(Y/N)'s gaze was fixed on the lump that filled the fabric, shuffling closer as she plucked at the elastic waistline. Harry encouraged her with a small keep going, puppy from above her, his voice deep and quiet between them. He was fully hard when she pulled the fabric pf his boxers out of the way, his cock springing against the muscles of his stomach. The head was ruddy and glistening, precum causing a milky shine to pearl at the tip.

"'S all jus' for you, y'know that puppy? Tasted so good, I couldn't help myself," he crooned, a strained edge to his voice. She peered up at him through her lashes, feeling one of the velveteen straps of her corset fall from her shoulder. Her skin warmed under his gaze, the blown pupils highlighting the remaining green of his iris, still finding it in her to feel a bit shy from his talking. A crooked smile took his lips, his free hand coming to tip her chin up to make her face him. "Y'like that? Like knowing y'got me all hard from doing nothing other than sitting in m'lap and moaning like an angel as I bit you?

His pressing did little to quell the heaving of her chest, the corset squeezing against her breasts with each stuttered inhale. (Y/N) squeezed her thighs tightly together, feeling herself getting wetter at the direction he was taking his dirty talk. She nodded her head gently with his fingers still stationed under her chin.

"Don't be shy, m'love, y'can say it. I know y'like that, knowing that y'can do nothing and still get me begging for your pretty body."

She felt breathless as she answered him, "I-I do, I like that." She could see from the corner of her eye the way his prick practically jumped when his gaze fixed on her chest before flicking to her own bashful gaze. Her shy display was doing more to him than she had expected.

"Fucking know you do, puppy, now be m'good little present and put me in your mouth."

(Y/N) eagerly nodded her head, Harry's hand falling from her chin while his other on the back of her head guided her to his cock. His now free hand held the base of his prick, feeding it to her as she braced herself with palms flat on both of his thighs. The head of his member laid heavy on her tongue, already stretching her lips. A contented sigh fell from Harry's lips from above her, his hand tightening in the messy ponytail of her hair. She felt his thighs clench under her hands already, finding that Harry was always a little more sensitive after biting on her, just like she was.

"Good girl, puppy," he hissed, using his palm on the back of her head to guide her into bobbing on the shaft of his cock.

Harry curated the pace as (Y/N)'s eyes fluttered closed. Her thighs were squeezed tightly together with her breath coming out in huffs from her nose. She'd always favored giving to Harry since they became intimate, loving each of his reactions and watching the solid composure he held slip away in a matter of seconds. As filthily as he spoke, his praising of her only served to spur her on further and gave her an even bigger incentive to make him feel good. So, she didn't hesitate to try and push herself further, working to take more and more of his cock in her mouth despite the steady pace his instructing hand had given her.

Her nails dug into his thigh as she felt his tip nudge the back of her throat, eyes cinching closed as she coached herself through the burn of the gag she pushed off. Harry's hand tightening in her hair, the pull on the strands eliciting a stutter in her paced breaths, before he pulled her off him completely.

Her lips were glistening from more than the gloss she had started the night with as she gazed up at him, her vision distorted by a sheen of tears she hadn't noticed until then. She was just a second away from letting out a whine at his interruption before she saw the stern set in his jaw and intense gaze on her.

"Did I say y'could take more, puppy? Tell me if I missed something and said I wanted you to take me down your throat," his voice was firm despite the heaving of his chest and the hard cock between his legs.

His grip in her hair was unrelenting as he awaited her answer. (Y/N) couldn't help but flick her gaze between his own lilypad eyes and the contrasting flush of his cock. "I—I just wanted—"

"Oh, so you wanted to, that's what happened wasn't it? I didn't say y'could, y'jus' wanted to," he slowly nodded his head, feigning a thoughtful expression though his tensed thighs under her palms told a different story, "Y'want to get all messy on m'cock, already?"

"I wanna make you feel good," (Y/N) peeped, shuffling minutely closer between his legs. She missed the feel of him in her mouth already, she didn't want to waste anymore time. Hadn't he wanted this all day, why was he trying to tease her now?

"I know you do, puppy, m'good little human, you are," he crooned to her, a mocking pout set on his mouth, "But, you do it when I tell you, yeah? We'll get you all messy and teary, don't worry, y'jus' let me decide when."

(Y/N) was only able to give a small nod of her head before Harry was already urging her back on his cock. The head had accumulated a small pearling of precum that spread across her tongue and caused a bubbling in her tummy at the taste. Harry hissed above her, his eyes closed as he lent back with his other hand behind him. (Y/N) couldn't tear her gaze from him as she looked at him through her delicate lashes. He curated a pace for her, giving himself just enough while teasing her by keeping her from taking him any further.

She heard small breathless praises falling from his lips, the words too distorted to understand what he was saying but nonetheless she keened under them. She just wanted more; to take more of him, taste more, hear more, anything to stroke the pressure coiling in her tummy. She stroked her tongue along his shaft with each pass of her mouth along his member, focusing on the head when she could to elicit another slew of filthy praises from her Harry.

"Ready f'more, puppy?" he groaned as he pulled her back just enough to suck on the crown of his prick, "Ready to be all messy f'me?"

She hummed a sound of confirmation around the head, lips pursed around the girth as she looked up at him. Did he really need to ask when she was the one that's been ready since they started?

The plush of his bottom lip was trapped between Harry's teeth as he didn't bother to waste another moment before shifting his hips and sinking his prick deeper inside his beloved's mouth. A jolt was sent down (Y/N)'s spine at the feel of his cock nudging the back of her throat and the burn in her jaw at the stretch. She tried to keep her eyes open as best she could, wanting to catch that first moan he would release that would rumble through his chest and cause a jump from his prick. But, she couldn't when she felt a line of tears forming on the waterline of her eyes, the pooling threatening to spill. She blinked her eyes to clear them away, but each time Harry bobbed her head down deeper and deeper on his prick, another set surfaced.

Without warning, Harry pushed her head farther than he had all night, the full of his cock filling her mouth and the head working into the vice of her throat. The tip of her nose grazed the skin of his stomach, only a hair away from taking all of him deep in her throat. He held her there for a moment, the moan she anticipated heaving from his chest. (Y/N) dug her nails into the skin of Harry's thighs as she felt the burn in her lungs from the disruption to her breathing, her throat contracting despite her attempts to stave off any gags. He pulled her off after a moment, her breathing coming out in heaves as a string of spit connected the head of his cock to the full of her bottom lip.

"Y'okay, puppy?" he questioned, his voice just as broken as her's felt, "Took a lot and held me there, didn't you?"

She nodded her head rapidly, wanting him to know she was okay and could take more. She didn't want to stop, especially seeing the way his cock almost seemed to throb under he gaze. He was close, so close, and she wanted to finish him off already; feel his warmth flooding her mouth and the rumbling of his praises filling their room.

"S'fucking good, puppy, you know that?" he breathed, his free hand coming to tip her chin up to face him. She was sure there was a sheen of spit covering her mouth, the gloss she had started with becoming secondary to what he had given her, and a matching sparkle of tears in her eyes. "S'good, especially when you get all messy for me. S'pretty, too," he crooned, dipping his thumb into the pooling of spit on her chin before trailing it up to the full of her lips.

She was acutely aware of his cooling touch swiping along the plush of her bottom lip, spreading both her spit and the precum he had leaked into her mouth over her pout. He dipped the tip of his thumb into her mouth, her tongue touching at the salty skin before he quickly pulled away. Watching through hooded eyes, (Y/N) saw Harry take that same thumb in his mouth, settling the pad on the flat of his tongue. His gaze intensely bore into her's, knowing exactly what he was doing and surely seeing the stuttering of her chest and the tensing of her thighs.

"We taste good together," he said simply, "Don't y'think, puppy?"

He watched with a sly smirk as she nodded her head eagerly, bouncing in her spot like the excitable puppy he had nicknamed her as. He released his hold on her hair, a dull ache on (Y/N)'s scalp now that the reassuring weight of his hand was missing. He moved his hold to grab her hands from his thighs, tugging her to sit on the bed beside him with a mumbled c'mere, petal falling from his lips. He ushered her to lay with her head at the pillows, much too far from him for her liking. Before she could pout about not being on his lap, Harry was already undressed and crawling atop her with vampiric speed.

Harry slid his hands over the front of her corset, the glimpses of her skin seen through the organza chilling in his wake. He caressed her sides with a renewed tenderness, fingertips skimming over the row of clasps tying it together. His head dipped down and pressed a string of kisses along the curve of her throat down to the tops of her breasts before the corset covered the rest of her. One of his wandering hands slid between the two of them, stopping between her legs where the delicate material of her underwear was soaked. She felt him smile against her skin, a crooked curve of his lips in a sly quirk.

"Already s'wet for me aren't you?" he crooned, petting his fingers harder against where the material was at its slickest. "Stuffing your little mouth with m'cock got y'this wet? I've got such a good human, don't I?" (Y/N) keened under affections, nodding her head carefully to each of his questions. "Want me to take these panties off, puppy? So we can stuff your pretty pussy instead?"

"Please, please, please," she begged, the string coming out in a breathless plea.

"I don't know," Harry mused, drawing back from her though he kept his hand firm on her core, "I still think y'look much too pretty to undress right now, think we're jus' gonna pull your panties to the side and 'm gonna fuck y'like that."

(Y/N) couldn't hear much over the rush of blood sounding through her ears, her heartbeat surely stuttering before restarting with a vigor she never achieved before Harry. His own lips curled into a self-satisfied smile, the innocent dimple on his cheek contrasting to the lust in his eyes.

"Thought y'might like that idea," he whispered before leaning down and catching her lips in kiss.

He didn't seem to mind the sticky state of her kiss, the spit and precum still on her pout from before. He licked into her mouth, his tongue gliding against her's. His kiss fragranced her thoughts, tugging her deeper and deeper into the lust that filled her chest and tugged at her core. Her hands fluttered up to cup his cheeks, her palm lining his jaw in an attempt to keep him close. She could feel the tip of his cock drag against her stomach as Harry shifted with one hand still between them. His fingers tugged at the gusset of her underwear, pulling it to the side before he slotted his hips between her thighs. Their mouths only disconnected a minute distance, the full of their lips still brushing against one another as her breath came out in ragged pulls.

"Ready, puppy?"

"Please."

That was all Harry needed before he pushed his cock into the wet of her pussy. He sealed his mouth against (Y/N)'s, swallowing the delicate gasp that fell from her lips. He kept her occupied with his tongue sweeping along her own as he slowly pushed inside. The first stretch still burned for his lover, one he took pride in and a bit of guilt over the stinging rush that pushed through her when all he wanted was to make her feel good. He bottomed out with his balls tapping against the full of her ass. (Y/N) allowed his kiss to consume her, needing to focus on one sensation at a time or she would surely finish off before they'd even started.

The stretch of his cock in her hole was one she never got over, the feeling stealing her breath and clouding her mind, added with the cool of his finger hooked into the fabric of her underwear and subsequently brushing against her slickness. He continued kissing her, tasting every bit she could give him as he began to gently move his hips. (Y/N)'s breath caught, chest pressed against his with the bodice of her corset restraining her breasts. He ground against her in slow circles, giving her time to get used to the feel of him filling her.

(Y/N) shifted her hold on him, hands moving from his jaw to wrap around his neck as she clung to him. "More, please," she pleaded, voice a breathless whine. She angled her hips to position one of her thighs over his hip, dragging him closer to her heated form.

Harry didn't waste any time in hooking his freehand around the full of her thigh and rearing back his hips before thrusting in. He worked his cock inside her, the slick sounds of her hole clenching around him fill the room to play off the melody of her breathy moans. (Y/N) reveled in the feeling of being surrounded by Harry, filled and held by him with his mouth buttoned against her's.

He gave her a particularly harsh thrust of his hips just as he nipped a bite at the full of her bottom lip. A choked moan fell from (Y/N)'s lips, a broken call of his name that only spurred Harry on as he increased the pacing of his hips and the intensity of his driving hips. "Feel good, puppy? Making y'feel good like y'wanted?"

"S-So good, Harry, I-I—"

"I know, I know, petal," he cut off himself with his own throaty groan, head dropping to the crook of her neck, "S-Stuffed full of m'cock and y'keep squeezing me for more, s'greedy puppy. What am I supposed to do with such a greedy little human asking for more when she knows she couldn't handle it?"

"I'm s-sorry, Harry," she peeped, not quite sure what she was apologizing for but knowing she just wanted him to be pleased.

"I know y'are, petal, y'don't mean to. 'S jus' that pretty pussy between your legs that gets y'into trouble." He trailed a string of wet kisses along her skin, nibbling bites stinging her skin before being soothed by the flat of his tongue. He continued down to the tops of her breasts and gave a much fuller bite to the flesh, not enough to break skin but enough for her toes to curl and arms to tighten around his neck. "But 's okay," he cooed against her skin, "'M gonna give y'everything y'want, puppy. Anything for you."

His hand still holding the delicate material of her panties to the side shifted, allowing his thumb to reach her clit. He settled the pad there for a moment, letting her feel the light pressure against the bud. She keened under his touch, the added sensitivity of his cock working through her folds causing her back to arch and a sob to break from her lungs.

"Harry," she breathed, unable to form any other word or thought in her haze. She matched her gaze to Harry's before her eyes fluttered shut in bliss.

"Say it again," he crooned to her, lips by her ear, "Say m'name, m'love."

"Harry, Harry, Harry," she called over the sound of her slickness and the slap of his skin against hers.

"S'gorgeous," he hummed, moving his thumb in small circles on her clit. He reveled in her moans, his breath coming to him in deeper strokes as he tried to keep quiet in favor of listening to his flower bloom below him. Her fingers in his hair trembled, the digits curling before relaxing only to be hit again with the spreading pleasure coursing through her.

"Tell me y'love me, petal."

Harry's tone turned tender, despite the strain of lust stealing his breath. His hand on her thigh tightened, keeping her flush against him with each drive of his hips into hers.

"I love you," she rushed, her voice coming out as a moan even with the sweetness of her words. The pressure in her tummy was mounting, her walls clenching around Harry's cock and each of her muscles tightening.

"Say it again."

She opened her mouth to repeat her sentiment, but was cut off with a particularly harsh stroke of his hips. Harry's hand on her thigh shifted to her hip, adjusting her positioning and allowing his cock to brush against the spongy soft spot inside her. His thumb was unrelenting on her clit, an added distraction from his request.

"C'mon, puppy, tell me y'love me again. Be good." His voice was firm despite the small strain in his breathing. "Tell me, then I'll make y'cum."

"I love you," she breathed when she found her voice, "I love you so much, Harry."

"G-good girl, petal," he stuttered, "I love you s'much, m'love. S-So much."

He doubled his efforts after he reciprocated her declaration, causing a piling of pressure too great for (Y/N) to handle before she broke. Her thigh hooked around Harry's hip kept him smoothed against her, the planes of his chest hard against her heaving breasts and heated skin.

Her breathing came out in broken gasps of his name, "H-Harry, I'm—I'm—"

"I know, I know, good girl, petal," he groaned, the fluttering of her walls and warmth of her slick working wonders on his lust filled psyche.

(Y/N) allowed herself to be consumed by the pleasure, feeling herself cum as her toes curled and fingers clenched into fists. A petite tremor shivered up her spine, spreading through her scalp and thrumming in her heartbeat. She cried Harry's name like it was the only word she knew, and as far as (Y/N) was concerned, it was.

As she came down, Harry slowed his hips and playing with her clit. Her body felt overly sensitive with euphoric points of light igniting each of her nerves, enough to whine at the contact he bestowed upon her shaking form.

"H-Harry?" she questioned, eyes still cinched shut with her head buried in his shoulder.

"Y'did s'good, petal," he cooed, voice soft though the hands holding her body held a lusted rigidity and his hard cock twitched inside her.

"Want you to cum," she peeped, beginning to roll her hips against his, "Please."

"Puppy," he crooned, elongating the petname, "You're so cute. Where do y'want me?"

"Inside," she answered, feeling her walls clench in sensitivity at just the thought of him cumming inside her.

A string of curses fell from Harry's lips, but (Y/N) didn't have it in her to decipher them before he was rocking his hips into hers. The wet of her pussy sounded through their room as he gave the last few thrusts before spilling inside her. Ropes of his cum flooded her walls, his hand on her thigh impossibly tight as he fell into her chest. His head was buried in the crook of her neck, his lips moving against the delicate skin though she couldn't hear any of what he was saying. He ground against her as he emptied himself, (Y/N) feelings drippings of his cum overflowing from her pussy.

Harry laid flush against her, deep inhales of her scent being pulled through his nose as he came down. He ran a string of kisses along her skin, trailing up her neck and over the full of her cheek before settling on her lips.

"Feel okay, petal? Are y'back with me?" he whispered, voice ragged. He nudged his nose against her's in a puppy's kiss, his eyes finally opening to find his lover's gazing back at him with a softened edge around her iris.

"Mhm," she hummed, a small smile curving her lips. She surged forward and pecked a small kiss to his lips. "Was that present worth the wait?"

A lopsided smile took Harry's features. "Definitely was, m'petal. Best gift I've ever received."

Harry was the first to draw away, only after kissing the tip of her nose. He sat back on his heels, hissing at the friction of slipping out of (Y/N), her own hole clenching over nothing as his cum dripped out of her.

"'M going to get some things to clean y'up, petal. I'll be right back." In a blink Harry was gone.

True to his word, Harry returned before (Y/N) even sat up. The crotch of her underwear had shifted back into place but only stayed that way for a second before Harry tugged the fabric down her legs. He added it to the pile of his clothing off to the side of the bed he was going to take care of when she fell asleep. He took a wet washcloth and ran it over her folds, gently cleaning her from their combined orgasms. (Y/N) whined above him, her toes curling and breathing hitching at the feel of the fabric against her clit. Harry placed an apologetic kiss against her thigh, looking at her with a softened gaze through his lashes.

"Do y'want help getting out of that, petal?" Harry offered, sitting back on his heels in front of her after discarding of the soiled cloth. His eyes were directed on the corset that still covered her torso, the velvet straps drooping down her shoulders.

"Please," she asked, looking to him with rounded eyes she didn't even know she was making. An easy smile curved Harry's lips, his eyes fixed on his hands as he unhooked each clasp on the front of her corset. (Y/N)'s own gaze traced over Harry's face and took in the rounded edges of each of his softened features. "Happy birthday, Harry."

One of (Y/N)'s hands reached up and brushed a stray curl from Harry's forehead, the strands interrupting her view.

"Thank you, darling," he breathed a laugh to serve as punctuation for his words, "Best birthday I have ever had. And not jus' because we made love."

(Y/N)'a smile was easy as it bloomed along her features. "Better than a Blood Club?"

"You've no idea," Harry joked, pulling the loose bodice from her shoulders now that the front was undone.

(Y/N) felt free to breathe now without the restraint, not realizing how tight the piece had been. Harry didn't bother to grab one of his shirts for her as he usually did, instead collecting her bare body in his arms and rolling to lay beside her on the rustled sheets. Her breasts were flush against the hard planes of his chest with his arms wrapped around her middle. One of his hands spanned across her back while the other tugged at her thigh and pulled it over his hip. Harry made it his job to tangle them together, leaving nothing between them.

"Harry, I'm gonna be cold if I don't have a shirt," (Y/N) laughed, surprised since Harry was always the one hyperaware of the difference in their skin temperature.

"I will grab y'one if y'start shivering," he answered simply, "Until then, let me feel you. Make it m'last present before y'sleep."

"You already had me." Her smile was audible as she spoke, already relenting and settling against his chest and tucking her head under his chin. He wasn't as cold as she had thought, Harry's skin seeming to reflect her heat and holding remnants of the flush from their session.

Harry didn't play into her teasing, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before speaking into the strands, "I want more, petal. Jus' let me hold you like this."

It was still his birthday, and who was she to deny him?

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!!!!!!!this is the first time ive done vampire h smut in a while and I know I really...did something w the part in the main piece so I hope this lives up to it!!!! thank u all so much for reading and to whoever requested this!!! sorry for any mistakes and if u had any ideas of ur own or just wanna talk send me a message!!! thank u🥺

[goldilockswrites]

a) am i too late for the prompt list and b) can i request 8 with ethan pls

Pumkin

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Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Reader (she/her)

Requested: Yes

Summary: When Y/N decides to make pasta she doesn’t expect for it to end the way it does.

Warning: Just a sentence of smut (no actual smut though, since I’m not sure everyone is cool with reading it. Are you guys? Should I set the more spicy fics free?)

A/N: Hey, loves! How are you? If you haven’t heard yet, I have a list of halloween prompts you can check out and request from, from right here. This is an extremely short blurb. I’m sorry this comes out this late, I had saved it in my drafts, but Tumblr wanted to have a snack so it got deleted at about 1/1:30 AM, which is when I usually post. <3

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BANG! The sound of silvery pots hitting the semi-translucent golden tiles, each shaped like a hexagon, interrupted Ethan’s practice. The man left his drumsticks on the walnut cabinet, black headphones now rested on his neck.

A quick sprint down the stairs led him to the kitchen.

The scent of wheat and steam rapidly blended with a different fragrance - a clingy, vegetal odor.

- Amore! What's going on? - Y/N stood in the middle of the room, the quartz granite countertop a mess; empty glass bowls stained orange, a bag of fettuccine ripped open and spilled upon the surface; grated Parmesan covered the cold bar.

- I’m making dinner, love. - The wooden spoon twirled around the pot, pieces of pasta span around the boiling water in the container.

- What are you makin’? - Ethan’s veiny hands found their way around his lover’s waist, jaw resting upon her wool-covered shoulder.

- Pumpkin pasta sauce and some fettuccine. - The man noticed a few strands of hair had moved from their spot behind the girl’s ears and were now dangling in front of her eyes. He took it upon himself to collect all the locks and tie them up into a ponytail.

- Pumpkin? - His nose scrunched up in disgust.

- What!? Everything must be pumpkin flavored! It’s October! - The woman turned around, back facing the stove.

- I don’t think that involves pasta, Y/N! - Chapped, kiss-deprived lips brushed past the girl’s neck.

- Ethan… - Bony knuckles shone under the dreary lights, as the girl’s hand wrapped around his sore wrists.

- What? - A whine left the drummer’s throat; soft pecks still planted to the delicate skin of the girl’s shoulder.

- Stop it! I’m going to burn the sauce! - Y/N once again took a hold of the bright pink spoon, stirring the light orange liquid on the stove.

- My apologies, darling, but it’s alfredo with pumpkin puree. I’m sure the whole country is going to thank me if I’m able to get you away from the pot. - Ethan pulled his girlfriend’s body even closer, back pressed flat against his front.

- Mhm… They’d all be on their knees thanking you for saving their pasta from my culinary masterpiece. - Sugary giggles escaped the girl’s mouth, melting the boy’s heart like cotton candy in water. Even though he loved to hear her laugh, right now he longed to listen to her “ahh” -s, to see her tremble underneath him, to feel her.

- Sure, they will. Though I’d much rather have you on your knees. - The drummer’s statement made the girl gasp.

- Have me then. - A whisper that left her satin lips. Click. The stove was turned off.

[bradleybeachbabe]

Can I request ❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞ From list c with my bae JJ pls🤍🤍

of course! <3

for the past few days, jj has been pulling halloween pranks on you. the pranks haven’t been really intense or either scary to you, but the one that he did recently, scared you very badly, and since it did scare you very badly. you weren’t really happy with jj because of it.

“aww come on! it was a prank! you have no reason to be upset with me right now. you’re just overreacting,” jj said, sitting next to you on your bed.

you didn’t say anything back. jj was now second-guessing about what he said and the prank that he pulled on you. “y/n. please say something. look, i’m sorry about the prank and for what i just said. i promise i won’t do that type of prank on you ever again. okay?”

you sighed, “you promise.”

“yes. i promise. you have my word. i won’t ever do something like that ever again,” jj said.

“okay. good! but just letting you know if this ever happens again, you weren’t getting kisses for a week,” you said getting up from your spot on your bed.

“wait. please don’t take kisses away from me.”

blurb night

[gingerjolover]

gingy's blurb night pt 2!

okay y'all i will be writing blurbs tonight, im reaaaaalllly trying to get the non-halloween stuff done so i can focus on halloweenie from oct 28 - oct 31!

requests are still open for halloween content!!!

(and reg. content - just be aware i have 100 messages in my inbox 😵‍💫 i love it tho i love writing for y'all im so grateful hehe)

me when i get requests (i love this pic of jb)

[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

Seasonal sleepover 🍁

I’ve been on holiday for a week and i feel refreshed and happy even though I’m still sick. Anyway I thought it would be fun to do a little sleepover! And to celebrate my favourite season we’re making it autumn themed!

This will be from 24th October - 28th October

Blurbs & moodboards

🎃 for Halloween or fall themed blurb/headcanon (feel free to use this prompt list)

🍁 for an autumn moodboard (pls specify character and theme)

📷 for a character themed header or wallpaper (I’ll do my best)

Reminders for writing and edits

I write and edit for Tom holland, Harrison Osterfield, Zendaya, Peter Parker, Nathan Drake, MJ, Wanda Maximoff and my hero academia characters. I will even try Arvin 👀

Nsfw can be requested but if I feel uncomfortable with the request I will let you know

No incest or taboo ships (E.g. st*rker)

Please DO NOT request or interact with smut if you are under 18

It may take me some time to write them so please be patient with me

Sleepover

🍄 cast your mutuals as…

☔️ I’ll give you a song/artist rec for a rainy day

👻 would you rather/fmk/two truths and a lie

📖 for a fic/blog rec

✏️ for a teaser from one of my wips/ideas

🧚🏼‍♀️ for a blog compliment

🦔 for a cute animal picture

💬 for any advice and I’ll do my best to help or just listen

😈 come and thirst with me

Or just come and talk to me about the new uncharted and nwh trailers, Marvel, Disney, anime etc. I’d love to chat with you all and catch up!

Tagging: @theglitterymess @hollandsmushroom @the-girl-in-the-chair @okbutwhatifidontwantto @eeyore101247 @cosmicvibecheck @parkerpeter24 @spideyspeaches @ms-misery @sunflowerspidey @vendettaparker @thesunlightofourpast @sleepyhollands @veryholland @leafy-holland @blissfulparker @evanssimpybaby

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Cal and finding out you both are the missing pair to your costumes pls

A huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU BLANCA! Enjoy!

Halloween blurb night going until Oct. 31st at 8 PM PDT. 

Enjoy the masterlist for Halloween Blurb Night 2020

Enjoy my full masterlist.

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It was Michael’s idea. That’s how Calum would up in this, reading the invitation email send to him, telling me to follow the specific directions for his costume. It gave no name to the character or to the show. Just a bulleted list underneath the not quite passable graphic that Michael probably made either in Photoshop or some equivalent. 

A white and black pinstriped suit jacket and pants (a black suit will also do as listed on the invitation), a black bowtie, a white dress shirt, and a fake mustache. It almost like pin straight too in the picture that’s obviously been screenshotted and pasted into the body. 

Michael wanted to do a Halloween party and the guys didn’t need much excuse to readily agree to supply with their presence, booze, and non-alcoholic choices for a party. The treats for working on during the year. The only caveat had been that Michael wanted to arrange for a couple’s theme--the trick if you asked Calum. 

He didn’t really have anyone to partner up with and he for sure wasn’t about to scroll through his phone for whoever was just as lonely as him. He could’ve asked you. Truth be told, you would’ve been at the top of his list. But he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Sure you two had hung out and were close--for God sake, you dog sat for Calum when he left for tour. He trusted you and adored you beyond belief. But he couldn’t bring himself to taking that any further. 

You always talked about the latest person in your string of attempts to date in LA after moving into the town about a year ago. Calum knew he could’ve made a move. Shit, he should’ve made a move. But timing never felt right. And who was Calum to push back against the waves and tides of the universe? 

And of course, Calum recounts his woes to Michael. 

You will have a partner, reads at the end of the email. You’ll thank me later. 

And of course, Michael wasn’t just listening to woes. 

When Calum returns walks up to Michael’s house two weeks later, stressed in his pinstriped suit, with a terribly itchy fake mustache, a black bow tie, and upon Michael’s request after Calum told Michael that he had acquired all the pieces to his costumed, Calum slicked back his hair. The gears in Calum’s brain were still trying to decipher what all this put together was, but he wasn’t mad at the attire in the least.

The door barely contains the thumping of music from inside and the second the door opens to Michael’s flushed face and bright smile, Calum is blasted with the rattle of bass. “You look good, dude!” Michael greets, waving Calum inside. 

“Thanks. I can follow instructions.” Initially glances over the room don’t show anyone dressed to match Calum. And he tries not to like that thought make his throat quiver and his hands shake. But it does. No doubt Michael has just randomly assigned partner. There’s no way. Calum is looking for you because finding you will answer the question, quell the anxiety that’s spiking. 

What had Michael planned? 

There’s no sign for a while in the living room, or in the kitchen, or in the backyard. The drink in Calum’s hand sits so long, sloshing at his fingers as he dances and shimmies through crowd to search for this partner that Calum’s sure more of the alcohol’s wound up on the floor than in his bloodstream. He tries to keep his mind pre-occupied, talking to the guys and dancing to the music, though he’s a self proclaimed shit dancer. But his gaze always wonders. 

“I’m so sorry!” you shout. 

Michael’s waving it off. “Don’t sweat it.” You’re nearly an hour late though the party looks like is just gearing into full swing. “Your partner’s here, so you’re fine. We just got started for real.”

“Where’s-where’s this partner?” 

“Last I saw of him, dancing. Outside? But that was ten minutes or so?” Michael shrugs, unsure of how long ago it was. That’s your only lead so you take it. Your heels click against the floor as you march deeper into the house. 

Calum’s shaking the drink from his hands, the last of it finally sloshing as he steps into the sea of other dancing bodies. He probably should’ve been paying more attention but it doesn’t matter now. Finally, stepping from from the crowd he spies you, black dress, a slit up the thigh, lips painted red. He curses his heart for fluttering. But god, you look amazing. 

Your attention is elsewhere, along the walls, flickering side to side as you stalk closer and closer to the door of the backyard. Calum bounds up the steps after being knocked into again by the outliers of the dancing crowd. You’re not leaving looking. One hand stretched out for the knob without seeing the door open. And ready to press your weight into the door, you stumble. “Whoops!” you laugh catching your balance and not missing the arm that wraps around you. 

“Careful.”

“Thanks.” You finally look up and see Calum. Half of the fake mustache is gone and his hair is slicked back. “Looks, uh, like you lost part of yourself there, Cal.” You reach up and peel off the other end of the mustache. 

“Oh,” his brows furrow and his gaze casts down as if he could actually see the missing piece. He chuckles, “Sorry.”

“Don’t have to apologize to me.” You slip out of his gaze just a little. “Who’s your partner?” It’s only as the question leaves your lips do yo start to take in his suit, and the bow tie. 

“They haven’t--”

“Me,” you answer interrupting the thought. 

“What?”

“You’re dressed as Gomez.” You wave over yourself, twirling a little in the black dress. “I’m Morticia.” Your heart races. You’re Calum’s other half. Oh shit. How did Michael know? He sent you an email with specifcs for your costume. But how did Michael know. You hadn’t told him a thing. You weren’t that obvious were you?

“Morticia?” Calum’s still not processing, not the characters at least. And he’s definitely not processing that his guess was right. He knew Michael was up to something. Just not this. Not really making you his partner.

“Addams Family.” You sing a bit of the theme song, in the hopes that it finally clicks for Calum. But he seems floored--gone even. “Hey, uh, is everything alright?”

He nods. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. It just-just took me a second.”

You nod in return. “You look good though, Gomez.” 

Calum chuckles, kicking at the ground just a little. “You-you look really great by the way.” Calum’s quick to cut in, glancing up and reaching for your elbow. “I mean it. Really you look great.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want a drink? By chance?” 

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You follow behind Calum back through the house and into the kitchen. The drink isn’t too heavy of a pour and you hang out in the kitchen a while, laughing as Calum recounts some story that you’re almost sure you’ve heard before but you can’t quite be sure so you just listen as he tells it. 

You suggest a dance as you down the the last of your drink. Calum hugs close to his drink, pressing into the counter. “Too shy? Or tuckered out?”

“I’m-I can’t dance. You know that.”

“Oh I’m not asking you to join Dancing With The Stars. Just dance with me please?”

He knows he can’t say no to you. With a nod, he downs the rest of his cup and follows behind you back outside. He doesn’t know how many songs the two of you dance to. It could be three, it could be forty--he doesn’t keep track at all. All he does know is that you laugh at every misstep of his and it sounds like magic in his ears. 

There’s a pause or two for drinks here and there. And maybe it’s just the buzzing of his head that finally cuts through the fog and tells him that who gives a fuck if it’s the right time. And you’re laughing, head thrown back just slightly leaning into his chest as you recount the fiasco of trying to find the right dress for this costume. The kitchen is empty, or maybe it’s full and Calum’s only paying attention to you. 

“Can I kiss you?” Calum asks, his brows are furrowed and his tongue wets his lips quickly. 

Your breath hitches as he hand cups your cheek. “Huh?”

“Can-can I kiss you? And you can totally say no. But-I-please?” The words aren’t coming out right and he’d almost be annoyed with himself but you stretch forward, lips pressing into his and words don’t matter. 

You kissing him, like actually kissing him and you can taste booze. But underneath that, what floats into your sense is the smell of his cologne. What buzzes your skin is the fact that he asked. Sure it was in the middle of your story, but you’ve been craving it since you noticed Calum in the fucking suit. 

And truth be told even though you had gone on dates and some went places you had always wanted to press your luck with Calum. But he always seemed busy or like his focus was on something different and you didn’t think you actually had a shot. But you still wanted to press. 

And now you’re pressed against the edge of counter in the kitchen. Your hands cup his face as a soft moan escapes you that Calum swallows. “There are bedrooms for this. Just not in my house,” Michael laughs, slamming down another 12 pack of coke onto the counter next to them. “Just not in my house.”

The two of you blush, but are slow to pull apart. “I was just waiting for another Coke,” you tease, your red manicured nails popping open a can. You offer a sip to Calum who takes it, smiling too as the stupid antic. 

“Refreshing, don’t you think?” Calum asks. 

[mgg-theprettiestboy]

As an Australian, can I pls request a blurb or smth of explaining to Matthew how Halloween isn’t a big thing in Aus and he genuinely gets offended like?? I think it’d just be absolutely adorable

oh my god yes he would get so angry in an adorable way i love it

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“you fucking what?”

you laughed at matthew’s reaction, shrugging as you looked back to your book, “we don’t really celebrate halloween.”

“but–! how? it’s a national holiday, the best one! it’s–it’s halloween for crying out loud!” he said, clearly frustrated. you shrugged again, “i mean, there are a few parties. but it’s pretty rare to get trick or treaters. and no one decorates.”

“what?!”

you were enjoying this more than you should have.

“what– i just can’t– i can’t comprehend this,” he ran his hands through his hair. you laughed again, shaking your head, “matthew, it’s not a big deal. it’s a country that’s a billion miles away, don’t worry about it.”

“you’re telling me that growing up, you never went trick or treating? you never went to a pumpkin patch or a haunted house or a corn maze?”

you were evil. truly evil. but you couldn’t stop yourself from tilting your head and pretending to be clueless, “what’s a corn maze?”

matthew let out a noise that couldn’t possibly be human, before beginning to pace around the house. you threw your head back and laughed, before shaking your head, “i’m only joking. i know what a corn maze is. but to answer your questions, no, i’ve never done any of those things.”

he grumbled, before going into another room and returning with a little notebook and pen, vigorously writing. you furrowed your brow, “what are you doing?”

“i’m writing a halloween list of things i want to bring you to do. so it’s gonna be a long ass list.”

[mischiefandi]

✨Event Announcement !!✨

Hi everyone <33

SO i told yall i was planning something new for my blog and i actually got this idea not too long ago. I’ve got a new bi-weekly event in the works: let me explain !

✨Musical Monday✨

The concept behind this is fairly simple, i’ll explain below the cut !

Every other Wednesday, I’ll post a little something to remind you that Musical Monday is in the works for the following week. You can then send in either 

-an album you enjoy by any artist 

-or a spotify playlist (that you created or that someone else created (with credits pls!))

and

-a book/show/movie who’s characters you want me to pair the songs with

my job is to then assign the characters from these shows/movies/books to the songs in said playlist/album.

!! (you can specify who you definitely want to see in the list if you’d like but it’s not necessary) !!

Every other Monday (meaning every fortnight), I’ll be posting the characters with the songs as well as a piece of writing underneath explaining why I thought they matched the song. 

The whole point of this is to discover new music, hopefully give you my own recommendations as well, and also just to have fun and spread some love for these characters. I also genuinely adore analysing characters and digging deeper into their story arcs so this’ll be the perfect opportunity for me to share my thoughts with you and hear your own!

✨What shows/movies/books can I request?✨

you can request just about anything however I obviously haven’t watched every show or movie on the planet and I have definitely not read that many books so here are a few ideas to get you all started if you’re at all interested:

anything MCU, Teen Wolf, Sex Education, Gossip Girl, Friends, How I Met Your Mother, Glee, Sherlock, any Choices book, the Haunting of Bly Manor, the Haunting of Hill House, the Office, Bridgerton, Harry Potter, the Hunger Games, the Maze Runner, Shameless, the Goonies, Outer Banks, the Society, Derry Girls, American Horror Story (1-7), Grey’s Anatomy, the 100, Star Wars, Fleabag, Little Women, Disney movies, Barbie movies, Narnia, and many many more

if there’s anything else in mind that’s not on this list, that’s 100% ok, you can definitely still send it in. if i haven’t seen/read it and don’t plan on doing so, i’ll just say so (respectfully ofc), or i’ll add it to the list of stuff i have to watch!

✨What type of music can I request?✨

I’m a big fan of indie rock, alt-rock, hard rock, pop, soul, 70s music, honestly you can send in just about anything, I’m always down to listen to new stuff and I’ll mostly be focusing on the lyrics anyway! 

✨Can I request a show/movie/book if it’s been requested before already?✨

honestly there’s hundreds of combinations you could send in. Someone could send in a request for Derry Girls x a specific Harry Styles album, and two months later someone else could request Derry Girls x a David Bowie album, or request How I Met Your Mother x another Harry Styles album. There’s little to no chance you’ll request exactly the same thing as someone else so please don’t hesitate to send in your asks! 

✨Themes?✨

it wouldn’t truly be a mischiefandi event if themes weren’t involved of course! when it comes to seasons, holidays and international days like Valentine’s, Christmas, Halloween, New Year’s Eve, Summer, Spring, Winter, Autumn, or other random prompts, I’ll tell you on the Wednesdays before Musical Monday, notifying you that it’s a special edition (along with additional guidelines if there are any). 

✨Dos and Don’ts✨

do make sure to send in A) a playlist or album + B) a show, or movie, or book (remember: A+B!). I expect I’ll get quite a few requests over the next few months and I won’t have time to go and ask you for more info privately, so please send in both or I’ll have to delete your request.

do be patient with me! if you sent in a request a few months ago, chances are I’m still working on it or you’re on the list and I’m getting to you :)

do send in multiple requests if you want to! i genuinely will be super happy to add them to the list!

don’t harass me with the exact same requests over and over again please haha. Like I said, chances are you’re already on the list and it’s really easy to see when a specific anon keeps sending the same asks so pls don’t. 

don’t be rude to other people if they don’t necessarily agree with your point of view about a specific character description. this is all meant to be fun and light-hearted. debating and discussing these characters is 100% encouraged as long as it’s constructive, polite, and civilised. any unnecessary rudeness or hate will be deleted immediately.

don’t make fun of people for the characters or books/movies/shows they like. if on one specific Musical Monday you see the post is about a show you’re not a big fan of, just scroll. let people enjoy things!

don’t hesitate to ask me any questions that you might have about Musical Monday. anon is always on for my shy peeps out there and i’m more than happy to give you more clarification if needed!

✨How do I get notified when Musical Monday happens?✨

i’ve updated my taglist google form so please click here and fill in the Musical Monday taglist box if you would like to be tagged every other Wednesday as a reminder for the next Musical Monday, and every Musical Monday of course. 

You don’t have to be on my writing taglists to participate in this and you definitely don’t have to be on the Musical Monday taglist in order to send in a request. Anyone can join at any time, the taglist is only for the people that want to make sure they don’t miss a Musical Monday. 

Again, if you have any questions about this game, my inbox is open <3

I am super excited about this project and I’ve been mulling it over for a little while now. Hopefully this is something that you guys will enjoy and want to participate it. I know a lot of you enjoyed the musical blurbs i did in November (still have a ton to do btw), so I thought that this could be fun also! My hope for this game is that it’ll create dialogue about these characters that we love so much and I’m so excited to hear your guys’ thoughts and recommendations!!

Love you all and hope you’re all having a lovely February

✨When will the first Musical Monday go down?✨

this Monday! exceptionally it’s on short notice, but for future reference, you’ll have a whole week to send in your requests no so worries! Please send in any requests you have for this Monday though!!

the theme for this Monday (15/02/21) is Valentine’s Day of course so my descriptions will be love-related but if you have any requests for stuff that has nothing to do with love, that’s more than fine, I’ll be adding them to the list for the upcoming Musical Mondays!

✨Tagging everyone in my taglists just this once + some mutuals to spread the word✨

@stiles-o-dylan24 @duskholland @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @r0s3mm @redstringlovers @captainbuckyyy12 @soincredible @behind-my-hazeleyes27 @cheesecakes-randomshitz @traveleraroundsworld @alwaysforever73 @thelittlestkitsune@glaimtruelovealways @texaskitten30 @abitofeverythinggg @alwaysforever73 @hcomet28 @thegirlwhoimagined @cherriesanwine @decaffeinated--fangirl @shutupstyless @x-give-em-hell-kid-x @teen--marvel @soincredible @behind-my-hazeleyes27 @bibliophilewednesday @jazminebrightxx @cheesecakes-randomshitz @traveleraroundsworld @perrytheplatypus11 @stixnstripesworld @masterofbluff @drakewalker04 @superapplepie @apatheticanvas67482 @theamazingtomholland @earthlyholland @siriusly-harry @solstilla @mrscutiefandobhaz @mrs-mitch-rapp93 @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @isaiahjesus -> it’d mean the world to me if you could signal boost this to spread the word, but if you’d rather not interact, that’s totally okay! don’t worry! you won’t be tagged anymore unless you’ve added yourself to the Musical Monday taglist here. 

thank you and see you on Monday 15/02/21 at 8 pm CET (= UTC+1)  /  7 pm GMT (= UTC)  /  2 pm EST (= UTC-5)  /  11 am PST (= UTC-8)

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Heyo! Since Halloween is coming in just a while and Fall is taking over my life here’s a fall celebration! Feel free to send in as many asks as you want but please no more than 1 request per person (for now)! I am keeping this open until midnight on the 31st so there’s a lot of time!

Now none of these requests need to be related to Halloween or autumn, but it makes it fun 🤷‍♀️😂

EVENT CLOSED! THANK YOU TO ALL WHO SENT IN THINGS!!!! 😊❤️

****POSTED REQUESTS****

Requests:

(characters I write for are on my master, if unsure please send ask before you send in request!)

🎃 Blurb- (around 300 words so small requests please) You can request a blurb idea based off one of my prompt lists (1 or 2) or something different! *no smut pls because it’s not gonna be good and I don’t wanna test it*

👻 Social Media AU- Please keep idea basic enough for a one shot! This is my first time doing these not as series (shameless plug for my James Potter SMAU ‘It was All Karen’s Fault’)

💀 Headcanons

Asks:

Moodboards- I’ll make you a moodboard for you, or for character, fandom, ship, etc! *if you want a moodboard for yourself, please give me a little about yourself (including a color you’d like)* If I don’t know the character/fandom you choose, I won’t be accepting the ask*

(CLOSED) Ships + Autumn dates!- Please give me time to complete these! What I need from you: fandom wanted (and era if HP), sexuality, a bit about your personality (hobbies, favorites, etc), appearance isn’t necessary but I don’t mind!

Make me choose!- Send me two things and make me pick between them!

Ask me anything!- Literally anything. Although, I might not answer extremely personal questions

[typicalmidnight]

Happy Halloween! I’m probably staying home because I’m lonely and I have no friends lol so i’m just gonna hang out with you guys! Pls send me stuff because I’m actually so lonely tonight. Anyway this is gonna go on all of today! So let’s have some fun!

➶ 🧡 + ask me a question about myself

➶🍁 + a would you rather question

➶ 🍂 + a question about my writing

➶ 🎃 + cast your mutuals

➶🧛‍♂️ + tell me about your costume

➶ 🍬 + tell me your favourite candy

➶ 📽 + a halloween movie rec (that i probably won’t watch cause i don’t do scary movies 😂)

➶ ☕️ + a blurb or moodboard request

➶ 💀 + truth or dare

➶ 👻 + idk something else i can’t think right now haha

tagging some mutuals i guess:

@spiderboythomas @hey-its-grey @bibliobrianna @autumnlyholland @gennyld @farfromhaz @celestialparker @galaxy-parker @mcuspidey @blissfulparker @eeyore101247 @modern-caffeinated-romantic @sunflowerparkerr @h-osterfield @starkstower @spookedspider @tomhollandvibes @deathsshxdow @maximoffdoesitbetter @vengerthor @theincorrectavengers