i’m learning to drive and I was reverse parallel parking and I was thinking how HAWT it would be to be in the passenger seat and Aaron has to put his hand on the back of your headrest to reach around to direct the car and seeing his bicep muscle aaahhmygawd and like seeing him change gears when you’re off somewhere??? don’t get me started.
you and aaron are neighbours, u both have a serious serious crush on each other, fem reader, just a bit of pining and fluff in this one. Suggestions for part 2 are welcome ♡
note: hotch isn’t n hasn’t ever been married in this hehe
‘Mr Hotchner, I really don’t mind’.
You were out mowing your lawn, mid afternoon.
Your neighbour was back from work pretty early today. Hmm, he usually got back around 8pm. Looking down at your small gold watch it told you…2pm?
Oh wow, he looked stressed.
Not in a bad way. No no, never in a bad sort of way, he couldn’t possibly ever look bad.
Oh gosh, you shouldn’t be having these thoughts, you barely knew the man. There’s no use in letting your mind wander, you knew it would just make up wild scenarios about where he’d been today, who he saw- why he looked so stressed.
You had caught him just pulling back in to his driveway, the stressful day plastered on his face- maybe you could make his day a little brighter! That’s what neighbours do right? Be neighbourly? This is neighbourly.
‘Mr Hotchner’ you giggled.
‘Look, your lawn is right next to mine, it’s really no trouble- it’s one less job for you to do’.
Brief case in hand, papers in the other, he shut his car door with his foot, gosh this man had a heavy workload.
‘You’re an angel, you know that?’
‘I just want our gardens to be the best on the street, have you seen the looks I’ve been getting off of Susan recently? All because my hydrangeas were dying!’
That was a little lie. Susan often gave your garden funny looks, not approving off the cottage style garden you were caring for but you didn’t care about Susan’s opinions, really.
Getting in little conversations here and there with Mr Hotchner who lived next door was your ulterior motive.
He just smiled back at your little quip. He knew Susan could be a little… difficult to deal with.
He often had run ins with the older woman that usually went along the lines of:
‘Aaron, you’re so handsome, you should be dating!’
‘You know I was thinking the other day about how well you would match with my great niece- you should meet her!’
‘You know Aaron, you really should water your grass more, you’d get less dry spots’
She was a busybody, but she meant well.
She could be kinder to you, he thought.
Everyone ought to be kind to you, you were sweet, so gracious and lovely in everything he saw you doing. He didn’t understand why Susan talked to you the way she did. How could anyone dislike you?
He thanked you with a pitiful look before he let himself inside his house.
He would’ve loved to stay and chat with you. Maybe bring you a cup of tea, but he unfortunately had paperwork to do and an empty bed to get to...
♡.
I guess this is a part 1! This has been sitting in my drafts for months! But I really loved this one, so I’ll expand on it!
hi again, happy v day lover girls, here’s some wlw ♡
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18+ pwease, not Merlin accurate, just imagine u and morgana are lovers and do lover girl things together :D
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so like try not to imagine only being able to see and smell Morgana’s long, wavy hair and it being the first thing you think to tug on whilst she’s using her mouth to bring you to the edge again n again
the silk sheets clinging to the sweat coating your neck and lower back as her nose nudges against your ‘cute, little pussy’- a term she often whispers into you.
and imagine it’s early morning Valentine’s Day and just as she’s bringing you to the edge for the third time, she starts her teasing questions..
‘Are you going to be my Valentine, sweet girl?’
‘Making such a lovely mess for me, that must mean you love me, right?’
‘C’mon, don’t leave me alone on Valentines Day, I want you all to myself today…’
And of course you can’t answer, she keeps dragging her tongue up and down your slit, keeping you pressed right against her face with her arms wrapped right around your thighs :(
So you just whimper and whine for her until you come and once you’ve found the ground again, you drag her up to your lips, her long, clean smelling hair creating a little curtain where you, very giddy, accept her proposal of being her Valentine’s ♡
hiii, I’m still around! I’m on tumblr everyday and I’m planning to keep writing- life just got a little hard recently as my little doggie passed away after a long, lovely life- so the mood has been a little weird.
But the romantic mood is slowly coming back to me!!! Gimme time and I’ll be back!!
aaron, hot weather, hot gf, suggestive- extremely short piece of writing !!
I can expand on this piece later if people want it !
sorry! something super quick, short and simple, I’m trying to not stop writing hehe. not edited so if you catch any errors- let me know!!
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Being with Aaron so many years, you had a certain level of familiarity around each other.
You knew exactly what each of you was going to order at a restaurant. He knew that you disliked watching the news in the morning, so always made sure to change the channel before you came downstairs. You knew he hated looking unprofessional so you made sure to iron his shirts just right so he was always picture perfect.
So when you decided it was just too warm to wear clothes to bed, you didn’t really give it a second thought.
Aaron and you were very accustomed to each others bodies, in all scenarios and situations so your subconscious knew it didn’t matter in what state of undress you slept in.
But what you couldn’t account for was Aaron’s brain. You knew him extremely well, but Aaron was just a man at the end of the day, just human, so forgive him for being delightfully startled at the display of you lying face down on top of your shared bed, above the covers.
It was way too warm to start something with you. But god, if he didn’t appreciate the way your beautiful back curved into the swell of your bum, it would be criminal.
He was unsure if this little set up was on purpose. The fan was blowing through your hair, your face cutely squished by your pillow, and arms raised just right so he could see the side of your breast pressed against the sheets.
No, absolutely not, he cannot get hard right now- it’d probably kill him.
But now he comes to think of it, it’d be a nice way to go out, sweaty, exhausted from showing you how beautiful he thought you were. Maybe the feeling of heat exhaustion wouldn’t feel too superb though.
A cold shower maybe? That might do the trick.
You were clearly asleep, so he might be able to calm himself before he goes to bed.
But not if you had anything to do with it.
‘Aaron? Are you showering?’
‘Yes lovely! Just go back to bed, I’ll be in in a minute!’
Just as he turned back around to the shower stream he felt a hand touch his shoulders.
‘Don’t you want me to join you, honey?’
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a/n: I’m working my way through a series of aaron and a principal ballet dancer!! It’s coming, don’t worry!!!
reader is a gorgeous gorgeous girl obsessed with Charlotte Tilbury makeup- Spencer of course is always up for spoiling her
fem reader, 18+ for little dirty talk but mostly fluffy fluff, reader cries a little but boyf spence sorts it right out hehe
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‘Oh my gosh Spencer, look’
Your shoulders were pulled back, hands clasped together, your eyes intently locked on the makeup cabinet in front of you.
This morning, he let you pull him all around the department stores, hands intertwined- but you were the one leading. He loved letting you lead. Especially when you were wearing that cute little pink midi skirt, littered with little flowers that swished when you took a step.
You were just out to buy your skincare products- ‘that’s all’ you told him. But he knew you couldn’t stop your eyes wandering to the more expensive, more luxurious looking products.
‘God, I just wish I had a full collection of Charlotte Tilbury products, Spence. She’s just.. she’s just, so.. me. Don’t you think?’
He smiled, squeezing your hand, of course he agreed. It was like the woman made these products just for you. You were glamorous, a bombshell, even. Each product was adorned with a signature rose gold shine, elegantly shaped containing expensive formulas.
They would be lucky to be owned by you, he thought.
He then spotted a lipstick that had its own little display.
‘Pillow talk, hm. This colour would look so pretty on you, lovely’, looking down at you, scanning your face. God, it would look good on you; the name ‘Pillow Talk’ sending his thoughts a little further than was appropriate for Sunday morning shopping.
He’d love to kiss it off of you. Letting it blur around both of your lips, then maybe you could do a little ‘pillow talk’ of your own-
‘Let me buy you this, please’, Spencer almost pleaded.
A little worried look took over your face.
‘I’m not so sure, Spence... As much as I’d love a gift off of you, it’s a little expensive- don’t you think?’, turning to face him, eyes stay staring at the glowing lipstick display.
‘We’re not doing this again, sweet girl. I work too much to not be able to spend the money on you.’
You don’t argue, because what could be better than receiving your first Charlotte Tilbury product as a sweet gift from your boyfriend?
‘Spence?’
‘Hm?’
‘You can put it on my lips for me when we get home, yeah?’
♡
‘I think we’re going to have to tone down our morning escapades, baby’
Spencer had a short work day today, thank god. He’d been working too much recently- so you enjoyed being his little haven to come home to.
Laughing, turning away from the boiling dinner dish, you walked over to greet him. He looked so yummy in his work clothes.
Your hand reaching out to grab his tie to drag him towards you, into your arms.
‘Why’s that, honey?’, tilting your head to the side like a confused little puppy.
‘Garcia spotted your little lipstick mark on my shirt’.
Oops.
‘It’s hardly my fault is it, Spence? You’re the one that pinned me down just as I was about to leave.’
He hummed, kissing your lips.
‘Oh it’s definitely you’re fault, c’mere’
♡
You’d been having a particularly difficult time at work.
Long days. Annoying clients.
‘I’m just so exhausted, Spence’, you manage to splutter out through tears. He had you wrapped in a little cocoon on your sofa, rocking you back and forth soothingly.
His lips never left the top of your head, little kisses and words of encouragement being uttered into you.
But Spencer knew everything would about to be alright. A little magical surprise that would turn your mood around.
He spotted it whilst shopping online yesterday.
He often saved items that he knew he’d like, he knew you too well.
It just so happened he ordered it at just the right time.
He imagined he could see your heart, it would probably look like this.
Glittered, golden and in the centre, a light pink jewel that looked charged with magic.
‘I think right now would be a good time to tell you that I got you a little gift today’, he admitted, squeezing oh so tighter around your body.
‘A gift?’, lifting your head to look at him.
He felt a little cruel, you looked so pretty when you cried. He wasn’t completely evil! Don’t get him wrong, it’s just.. your cheeks flush, your eyes glisten, and you cling to him like his life depending on it.
‘Yeah, a gift, my pretty girl. I think you’ll be pretty pleased. Open it for me.’
He reached his arm over the side of the sofa, unveiling a nondescript white paper bag.
Inside contained a little cardboard box. Stamped on top, a Charlotte Tilbury signature.
‘You didn’t’
‘Of course I did’ he whispers back.
Slowly taking out the box, unlocking its little paper lock, you were greeted with the cute little tissue paper- ripping it was going to be so fun.
A pink box greeted you, Beauty Soulmates Palette, what gorgeous name.
‘I had to pick between two shades. I know your skin colour by the hexadecimal, which then allowed me to calculate which blush would match the best- but we can always get the other shade if you want, of course you’re allowed to pick something else out if—-‘
‘Oh my God’
Revealing itself from inside the pink box, a golden glowing heart. It cushioned a pink jewel right in the centre of the compact. It was the most beautiful packaging you’d even seen.
Opening it up, the compact to reveal two perfect shades of pink. The formula was going to be the dreamiest thing you put on your skin, you’re sure of it.
‘Spence, oh my god!!!! C’mon, I want you to put it on for me!!!—- oh and then we can do your blush too!!!!’
fem reader, 18+, teasing, morning sex, reader is an evil cutie, face sittin fem receiving, slight breeding kink? not really tho you’ll see what I mean when u read it, Aaron turns into an evil cutie, and they both love each other——- pure smut, no context to this really ♡
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The house is bathed in moonlight and darkness when he arrives home. Y/N usually leaves the curtain open on nights like this- the moon calms her.
‘I just know she keeps you safe Aaron, when I’m looking at her- the moon, I always get the feeling she’s looking down on you, making sure you’re going to come home to me’
He recalls your little ramblings after lazing in bed with you, moonlight brightening the room, just as it is now.
It was the first time you really connected, y’know, in that way. He’s still a little shy when thinking about the both of you in that situation.
Years of professionalism that turned into friendship, which naturally evolved into romance. Years in which a lot of tension was repressed. And he intends to rectify that every chance he gets.
Especially now that he’s walked in on you, fast asleep, white cotton panties and a cute little tank top.
He can’t feel guilty for the thoughts going through his head right now, look at you. Cute little bum practically begging him to take a quick swipe at it, your gorgeous hair splayed behind you waiting to be tugged back to reveal your beautiful, beautiful neck so he can kiss and lick around your tender spots, trying to find that little spot that makes you make that delicious sound-
Enough. He’s way too tired, and you’re way too asleep for anything to happen right now.
He’ll just take a quick shower and come to bed and cuddle you.
Hopefully it’ll help the tension filling his lower body.
~
You haven’t moved from your spot once he joins you in bed, sleepy girl.
You’re so cute when you’re sleepy.
He loves being the one to make you sleepy.
He very quickly buries his thoughts and opts to snuggle you as close as he can instead. The scent of your hair ought to send him right to sleep.
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So your plan clearly hadn’t worked.
Your boyfriend leaves you for a whole week, and you wearing your cutest panties couldn’t tempt him.
You just wanted to wake up with his handsome face between your thighs, is that so bad?
Instead, you’re waking up with his face buried in your neck, little snores coming from him. At least his arms were holding you tight to him. So tight you could feel all of him.
God, even just him being in your bed got you going, but him holding you, keeping you close and safe- it’s not your fault that you now have a small little wet spot dampening your panties.
You felt a little evil, he was clearly exhausted but your mind wouldn’t stop coming up with ways to have your way with him!
You could wiggle against him, pushing against his cock until his body woke him up. Maybe once he was awake, he could hold your panties to the side, and rock into you until you both reach your peak.
Or.. hmm
You’re allowed to be a little evil right? Aaron loved when you were a little tease.
You unraveled his arms from around you so you could rise from bed. Very quietly scanning your room to find your matching knee high socks. He loved these.
You approached his side of the bed, smirking slightly, his hair styled by sleep, face peaceful- it was time for him to wake up and give you your attention.
‘Mmm, wake up Aaron’, you whisper, giving little kisses to his neck, jaw and then cheek.
‘Hmm?’, instinctively reaching up to caress your waist. He was a little confused, he was still pretty tired but the feeling of little kisses and little wiggles were giving him the sweetest morning alarm.
‘You’re in trouble, Mr Hotchner’, you tease.
‘Oh, yeah?’
‘Mhm, you’ve been so cruel to me. Leaving me all alone…’
You continue your kisses, wickedly missing his lips. It was fun seeing him lift his sleepy head up to chase your lips. Makes your want to sink your teeth into them and make him moan.
‘C’mon honey, gimme my good morning kiss,’
Urgh, he’s so yummy.
Leaning down, ever so slowly, you reach his mouth, not connecting your lips just yet. You lean in closer and then further away every couple of seconds- each time pulling away and he pushes his face closer.
You little tease. He thinks to himself, but all he can verbalise is a slight huff- due to that fact you’re running your hands all over his chest and you’ve finally dropped your hips down on his, there’s no way he can think of anything else, the blood has gone from his head.
Both of his hands now are on you, feeling the small of your waist, how it curves out to your hips, other hand sweeping your hair away so he can drag that little strap further down your shoulder.
‘Oh, I don’t think so, baby. Hands off’, you ordered.
‘You’re going to keep them.. right… here, and you’re not going to touch unless I say so, got it?’
He lets you move him, he loves when you manhandle him. He also loves it when you get like this, because it always ends up with you having your way with him. The best sight is you using him for your pleasure.
You pin his arms above his head, then lean back. Urgh, you’re saving this view in your memory. Looking down, you can see his underwear barely disguising his arousal, his chest rising with exaggerated breaths and a sleepy smile still on his face.
Reaching down, you inch his sleep top up his stomach, intentionally letting your nails drag along his lower stomach- his hips start stuttering under you. More intense pressure builds between the connection of you two.
It just adds to the sensation the feeling of your wetness leaking through your panties and onto his underwear.
‘Mm, Aaron, can you feel that?’ you giggle, you’re not trying to tease him, it feels too nice for that- it feels dirty. You want him to feel your want for him, you want him to feel what’s all for him.
‘I waited for you aaall night, you know that? I missed you so so much.’
Tugging his top all the way off of his body now, throwing it to god knows where, positioning your hands back down to hold his arms to the bed.
Finally, you tilt yourself down, letting your lips fully meet for the first time in a week. It’s soft and wet, slightly- minty? Mm, worth waiting a week for.
You can tell he wants more, he’s edging his tongue ever so slightly into your mouth, trying to make it dirtier- of course you follow along, opening your mouth to him, letting the room fill with the wet, yummy sounds of you making out.
The little facade is fading, you didn’t want to tease any longer, you want, no need his hands all over you again. He knows it too, he knew it’d crumble once he got into it deeper with you- you’re a needy girl really.
‘Oh, I’m allowed to touch you now, baby?’
You love the way the way he talks to you, especially when he lowers his voice like that- it’s got a slight softness to it though, manly, domineering but so loving, it just gets you all the more wet.
He guides your hips with every rock of them, squeezing, using his thumbs for more leverage.
‘Right, honey, enough of this, up’
‘Huh?’ You’re too dazed by his dirty kisses to fully understand what he wants at first.
He’s encouraging you off of his lap, further up his chest.
‘You really think you can get away with waking me up with your little kisses and wiggling hips, looking like a little goddess? You’re cute, honey, now up, and sit.. right here’
Aaron doesn’t even need to use a quarter of his strength to lift your entire body onto his face, immediately placing your pantie clad clit directly on his nose. Urgh he has such a good nose for this, you think to yourself as your hips start to react to the sensation.
Feeling his tongue lick over the little wet spot you’d made just for him, it was unbearable. Clear moans finally fell from your mouth, high pitch squeals every time he pushed your hips, your pussy further into his face. It was like he was starving. He was just trying to make a bigger mess of you, spreading your concealed wetness all inside your panties, making you so slippy. A perfect condition for him to take one hand from your hip to pull your panties to the side so he can finally eat you without constriction.
Licks from his tongue after cruelly eating you over your panties was such a delightful feeling. You could feel the warmth of his tongue, the force of his greedy tongue searching for more of your wetness.
‘Mm, honey, hold your panties for me’. You were steadying yourself with one hand in his hair, the other on the headboard; untangling your fingers in his hair, you did as you were told, you were completely under his spell, you’d do anything he told you to do. Replacing his hand with your own, shuddering slightly when your fingers touched your most sensitive place.
Chuckling at your reaction, he paused his incessant mouth to tease.
‘Sensitive, baby?’
More, more, more was all he was thinking.
Dragging his blunt nails up your thighs around to your hips, he dove back in now pressing up even closer, taking over control of your body, your movement, he needed to take you to the edge himself. It was all he’d been thinking about when he was away with work. How he wanted to watch you fall apart on top of him, or under him- he doesn’t really care specifically about which position, all positions have their pros.
But this, this position was a favourite.
Vulnerable on top of him, chasing your pleasure, the soft of your tummy curving and dipping upwards to the swells of your breasts, nipples hard with arousal. He’s so lucky he gets to see you from this angle.
You let him grind your hips for you until you release all over him, moans getting that much louder, body shaking with a tension that was finally being released after a long week.
‘I think you should just.. ~kiss~.. stay right here baby, yeah? ~kiss~ Stay, and let me lick into you for a bit longer?’
You weren’t going to be able to escape his tight hold, even if you wanted to- so you let yourself fall into the feeling of overstimulation. Hand still holding your panties away from your core, the other hand slaps over your mouth to prevent louder squeals.
‘Please Aaron, too much, too sensit— Aaron, mm!’
Oh he was absolutely not letting up on you now, your hips had lost their rhythm, they were jerking every which way and it was sublime.
Sensitive girl.
Sensitive, warm girl. Your cum now leaking that much more, warming his mouth with your honey.
Warmth was creeping like fire over both of you, your whole entire body felt flushed- embarrassed over how sensitive you were and how fast he made you cum.
‘Inside please, Aaron, please?’
He loved how sweet and polite you were, even when you were completely undone.
Sweet, right to your core.
Letting up on his grip on your hips, you slump off of him, falling just to the side of him.
A ‘beautiful girl’ falls from his lips.
You take the opportunity to smush your lips together in an exhausted thank you. You could taste yourself on him.
‘Can you please fuck me now?’ You implored.
Another chuckle falls from him, you were so cute, bringing out the manners like he’d ever say no, like you had to convince him.
‘Lie back for me, angel girl’.
Once you were laid back, hair splayed around you like a halo, he undressed you like it was second nature, but pausing for a second when he felt the slight resistance from the gusset of your panties. It never got old, uncovering your pretty, wet pussy- all prepared for him.
Your wetness aided in the swiftness in which he entered, he practically slipped all of the way into you.
‘You’re so slippy, baby’
‘So, wet’
‘Mm, clenching around me too? You like the way I talk to you? Like the way we feel together’
Taunt-like compliments fell from his mouth as he thrusted into you.
Yes, god, you did like the way he talked to you, a little too much. You were only a few thrusts away from another orgasm.
Eyes squeezed shut, lovely moans falling from your lips.
‘I can feel you tightening baby, hold on for me’.
Yeah, like you can hold it when he feels this good. It didn’t matter because you knew exactly what would get him to release. Release inside of you where it belongs.
Scratching your long, manicured nails up his back and digging them into his shoulders had him pushing and finishing inside of you. Him filling you, and the friction of the base of his cock against your clit had you clenching in orgasm with him.
Whimpering, you locked your legs around him to keep him close- trying to bring him closer so you could hear his delicious moans right up close.
Giggling after your muscle spasms cease.
‘Mm, I missed that’.
‘It should be illegal to leave your girlfriend for that long, Aaron. You make me feel too good’. Pouting as he stabilises himself you hover above you and dedicate all his attention to your face.
‘Worth waiting for?’ he questioned, stroking your baby hairs away from your sweaty, flushed face.
‘Mhm, always is.’
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After basking in your post orgasmic delight, he disconnects from you with a tremor, both of you hissing at the feeling. He got to see his favourite sight- his cum leaking from you.
God, he felt so dirty but he doesn’t stop himself from holding your lips open to see more of him drip out of you.
‘Aaron!!’
He just smirks. He knows you love it too. He recalls the times where you beg for him to fill you, to keep it inside of you- he also knows you love it because he can see your spent little hole clench and unclench under his gaze.
Finding your panties from the floor, he drags them up your legs, covering your messy pussy with the already messy panties.
‘You’re so naughty, Aaron.’ you flirt at him as he covers your breasts back up, pulling your top back down over you.
‘Since you got me all sticky, do you want me to bring breakfast?’ You question, climbing off your little love nest.
He’s enjoying the view far too much, you’re all bouncy and happy, you practically skip around the end of the bed, leaning over.
‘And then, handsome, we can both get clean in the shower, how does that sound?’
All he can do is flop back down, arms behind his head with a big, bright smile in his face.
reader is a gorgeous gorgeous girl obsessed with Charlotte Tilbury makeup- Spencer of course is always up for spoiling her
fem reader, 18+ for little dirty talk but mostly fluffy fluff, reader cries a little but boyf spence sorts it right out hehe
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‘Oh my gosh Spencer, look’
Your shoulders were pulled back, hands clasped together, your eyes intently locked on the makeup cabinet in front of you.
This morning, he let you pull him all around the department stores, hands intertwined- but you were the one leading. He loved letting you lead. Especially when you were wearing that cute little pink midi skirt, littered with little flowers that swished when you took a step.
You were just out to buy your skincare products- ‘that’s all’ you told him. But he knew you couldn’t stop your eyes wandering to the more expensive, more luxurious looking products.
‘God, I just wish I had a full collection of Charlotte Tilbury products, Spence. She’s just.. she’s just, so.. me. Don’t you think?’
He smiled, squeezing your hand, of course he agreed. It was like the woman made these products just for you. You were glamorous, a bombshell, even. Each product was adorned with a signature rose gold shine, elegantly shaped containing expensive formulas.
They would be lucky to be owned by you, he thought.
He then spotted a lipstick that had its own little display.
‘Pillow talk, hm. This colour would look so pretty on you, lovely’, looking down at you, scanning your face. God, it would look good on you; the name ‘Pillow Talk’ sending his thoughts a little further than was appropriate for Sunday morning shopping.
He’d love to kiss it off of you. Letting it blur around both of your lips, then maybe you could do a little ‘pillow talk’ of your own-
‘Let me buy you this, please’, Spencer almost pleaded.
A little worried look took over your face.
‘I’m not so sure, Spence... As much as I’d love a gift off of you, it’s a little expensive- don’t you think?’, turning to face him, eyes stay staring at the glowing lipstick display.
‘We’re not doing this again, sweet girl. I work too much to not be able to spend the money on you.’
You don’t argue, because what could be better than receiving your first Charlotte Tilbury product as a sweet gift from your boyfriend?
‘Spence?’
‘Hm?’
‘You can put it on my lips for me when we get home, yeah?’
♡
‘I think we’re going to have to tone down our morning escapades, baby’
Spencer had a short work day today, thank god. He’d been working too much recently- so you enjoyed being his little haven to come home to.
Laughing, turning away from the boiling dinner dish, you walked over to greet him. He looked so yummy in his work clothes.
Your hand reaching out to grab his tie to drag him towards you, into your arms.
‘Why’s that, honey?’, tilting your head to the side like a confused little puppy.
‘Garcia spotted your little lipstick mark on my shirt’.
Oops.
‘It’s hardly my fault is it, Spence? You’re the one that pinned me down just as I was about to leave.’
He hummed, kissing your lips.
‘Oh it’s definitely you’re fault, c’mere’
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You’d been having a particularly difficult time at work.
Long days. Annoying clients.
‘I’m just so exhausted, Spence’, you manage to splutter out through tears. He had you wrapped in a little cocoon on your sofa, rocking you back and forth soothingly.
His lips never left the top of your head, little kisses and words of encouragement being uttered into you.
But Spencer knew everything would about to be alright. A little magical surprise that would turn your mood around.
He spotted it whilst shopping online yesterday.
He often saved items that he knew he’d like, he knew you too well.
It just so happened he ordered it at just the right time.
He imagined he could see your heart, it would probably look like this.
Glittered, golden and in the centre, a light pink jewel that looked charged with magic.
‘I think right now would be a good time to tell you that I got you a little gift today’, he admitted, squeezing oh so tighter around your body.
‘A gift?’, lifting your head to look at him.
He felt a little cruel, you looked so pretty when you cried. He wasn’t completely evil! Don’t get him wrong, it’s just.. your cheeks flush, your eyes glisten, and you cling to him like his life depending on it.
‘Yeah, a gift, my pretty girl. I think you’ll be pretty pleased. Open it for me.’
He reached his arm over the side of the sofa, unveiling a nondescript white paper bag.
Inside contained a little cardboard box. Stamped on top, a Charlotte Tilbury signature.
‘You didn’t’
‘Of course I did’ he whispers back.
Slowly taking out the box, unlocking its little paper lock, you were greeted with the cute little tissue paper- ripping it was going to be so fun.
A pink box greeted you, Beauty Soulmates Palette, what gorgeous name.
‘I had to pick between two shades. I know your skin colour by the hexadecimal, which then allowed me to calculate which blush would match the best- but we can always get the other shade if you want, of course you’re allowed to pick something else out if—-‘
‘Oh my God’
Revealing itself from inside the pink box, a golden glowing heart. It cushioned a pink jewel right in the centre of the compact. It was the most beautiful packaging you’d even seen.
Opening it up, the compact to reveal two perfect shades of pink. The formula was going to be the dreamiest thing you put on your skin, you’re sure of it.
‘Spence, oh my god!!!! C’mon, I want you to put it on for me!!!—- oh and then we can do your blush too!!!!’
reader is a gorgeous gorgeous girl obsessed with Charlotte Tilbury makeup- Spencer of course is always up for spoiling her
fem reader, 18+ for little dirty talk but mostly fluffy fluff, reader cries a little but boyf spence sorts it right out hehe
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‘Oh my gosh Spencer, look’
Your shoulders were pulled back, hands clasped together, your eyes intently locked on the makeup cabinet in front of you.
This morning, he let you pull him all around the department stores, hands intertwined- but you were the one leading. He loved letting you lead. Especially when you were wearing that cute little pink midi skirt, littered with little flowers that swished when you took a step.
You were just out to buy your skincare products- ‘that’s all’ you told him. But he knew you couldn’t stop your eyes wandering to the more expensive, more luxurious looking products.
‘God, I just wish I had a full collection of Charlotte Tilbury products, Spence. She’s just.. she’s just, so.. me. Don’t you think?’
He smiled, squeezing your hand, of course he agreed. It was like the woman made these products just for you. You were glamorous, a bombshell, even. Each product was adorned with a signature rose gold shine, elegantly shaped containing expensive formulas.
They would be lucky to be owned by you, he thought.
He then spotted a lipstick that had its own little display.
‘Pillow talk, hm. This colour would look so pretty on you, lovely’, looking down at you, scanning your face. God, it would look good on you; the name ‘Pillow Talk’ sending his thoughts a little further than was appropriate for Sunday morning shopping.
He’d love to kiss it off of you. Letting it blur around both of your lips, then maybe you could do a little ‘pillow talk’ of your own-
‘Let me buy you this, please’, Spencer almost pleaded.
A little worried look took over your face.
‘I’m not so sure, Spence... As much as I’d love a gift off of you, it’s a little expensive- don’t you think?’, turning to face him, eyes stay staring at the glowing lipstick display.
‘We’re not doing this again, sweet girl. I work too much to not be able to spend the money on you.’
You don’t argue, because what could be better than receiving your first Charlotte Tilbury product as a sweet gift from your boyfriend?
‘Spence?’
‘Hm?’
‘You can put it on my lips for me when we get home, yeah?’
♡
‘I think we’re going to have to tone down our morning escapades, baby’
Spencer had a short work day today, thank god. He’d been working too much recently- so you enjoyed being his little haven to come home to.
Laughing, turning away from the boiling dinner dish, you walked over to greet him. He looked so yummy in his work clothes.
Your hand reaching out to grab his tie to drag him towards you, into your arms.
‘Why’s that, honey?’, tilting your head to the side like a confused little puppy.
‘Garcia spotted your little lipstick mark on my shirt’.
Oops.
‘It’s hardly my fault is it, Spence? You’re the one that pinned me down just as I was about to leave.’
He hummed, kissing your lips.
‘Oh it’s definitely your fault, c’mere’
♡
You’d been having a particularly difficult time at work.
Long days. Annoying clients.
‘I’m just so exhausted, Spence’, you manage to splutter out through tears. He had you wrapped in a little cocoon on your sofa, rocking you back and forth soothingly.
His lips never left the top of your head, little kisses and words of encouragement being uttered into you.
But Spencer knew everything would about to be alright. A little magical surprise that would turn your mood around.
He spotted it whilst shopping online yesterday.
He often saved items that he knew he’d like, he knew you too well.
It just so happened he ordered it at just the right time.
He imagined he could see your heart, it would probably look like this.
Glittered, golden and in the centre, a light pink jewel that looked charged with magic.
‘I think right now would be a good time to tell you that I got you a little gift today’, he admitted, squeezing oh so tighter around your body.
‘A gift?’, lifting your head to look at him.
He felt a little cruel, you looked so pretty when you cried. He wasn’t completely evil! Don’t get him wrong, it’s just.. your cheeks flush, your eyes glisten, and you cling to him like his life depending on it.
‘Yeah, a gift, my pretty girl. I think you’ll be pretty pleased. Open it for me.’
He reached his arm over the side of the sofa, unveiling a nondescript white paper bag.
Inside contained a little cardboard box. Stamped on top, a Charlotte Tilbury signature.
‘You didn’t’
‘Of course I did’ he whispers back.
Slowly taking out the box, unlocking its little paper lock, you were greeted with the cute little tissue paper- ripping it was going to be so fun.
A pink box greeted you, Beauty Soulmates Palette, what gorgeous name.
‘I had to pick between two shades. I know your skin colour by the hexadecimal, which then allowed me to calculate which blush would match the best- but we can always get the other shade if you want, of course you’re allowed to pick something else out if—-‘
‘Oh my God’
Revealing itself from inside the pink box, a golden glowing heart. It cushioned a pink jewel right in the centre of the compact. It was the most beautiful packaging you’d even seen.
Opening it up, the compact to reveal two perfect shades of pink. The formula was going to be the dreamiest thing you put on your skin, you’re sure of it.
‘Spence, oh my god!!!! C’mon, I want you to put it on for me!!!—- oh and then we can do your blush too!!!!’
harry is just the perfect man, actually uses his brain n is just overall irresistible ♡ both reader n harry are two cuties in luuvvv
fem reader, 18+, gardening, showering, and a boyfriend wearing sweatpants ie joggers- ur gonna love this one, I hope!!!
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Oh now this was unfair.
Strike one happened this morning, you woke up to an empty bed- that one you could forgive; he often left you wrapped in the creamy soft duvet only to then bring you breakfast. But after ten minutes of sleepy sighs and rolling around trying to place yourself in a vaguely seductive position, he still didn’t turn up!
So, much to your dismay, you got yourself up, eager to find out where he could possibly be hiding.
‘Harry?’
Just as you were about to make your way downstairs, an image of your boyfriend found your peripherals. Your head shot around in surprise.
‘What are you doing, honey?’ you shouted as you opened up the small window overlooking your garden, smile on your face. You knew exactly what he was doing.
Last night, you had finished around a week’s work of gardening research. You were determined to have a flourishing haven, full of health blooms, happy plants and floral scented air. So you collected your tools, plant food and stored your brain with all the necessary information on how to prune, deadhead, and water.
Harry was constantly buying you bunches of flowers to decorate your shared home. Flowers which were already flourishing- florists who took the time to arrange the pink roses amongst the mini hydrangeas, with speckles of alstroemeria. Similarly, you loved when he bought you flowers that arrived in bud, taking a few days to blossom into their most pretty form. But you had always talked about making your own arrangements, from flowers that you had grown- maybe even gifting a few bunches to his Mum because you knew how much she always enjoyed flowers.
You had relayed all of your thoughts to Harry. He listened intently, relishing in the fact his girl was finding yet another passion and he was just so excited to see the finished result.
‘Baby, if you’re going to have the garden of your dreams, you best bet I’m going to help!’ he shouted back up you, garden sheers in on hand, other hand holding a branch full of wilted roses.
‘C’mon love, come and join me!—- oh and keep those cute pajamas on, yeah?’ he flirted.
He wasn’t a passive listener, oh no, he made sure to store all of the information from your rambles and use them accordingly.
He was good like that.
So good.
Made you feel funny.
~Butterflies in your tummy~ kinda funny.
You’re not sure he even knows how much it gets to you. How he takes everything you say into account and acts upon it without having to be prompted to. He’s naturally sweet by nature, but extra extra sweet on you. It’s why you’ll probably end up kissing him extra hard later on, give him anything he asks for.
♡
Strike two happened later on in the day. Not as big of a gesture but greatly appreciated nonetheless.
After a morning filled with falling petals and fleeting kisses, both of you decided to take a quick shower together.
‘Come here lovely girl. As much as I love those cute little pajamas, I think I need to get them off you, don’t you think?’ he teased, his hands already tracing the end of your pink tank top.
‘Um, I don’t think so mister!’ giggling as you shooed his hands away, quickly shuffling away to grab the hair mask you were so eager to use- placing it on the side of the bath to make sure everything was in arms reach whilst you showered.
‘Oh, I see, you’re being cruel, that’s it isn’t it, you want to hear me beg? Because you know I will, honey.’ but before he can turn around, he feels two delicate hands sneak around his middle.
He breathes out deeply through his nose as she squeezes around his middle, pressing herself up against his back.
‘Hush, silly boy.’ you laughed, placing the side of your head up against his back, rubbing your face slightly up against the cotton of his t-shirt. ‘I just wanted to make sure I’ve got everything. Besides, I wanted to do… this’, and with that, you slid your hand down towards the bottom of his top, lifting it slightly so you could get your hands on this skin just above his pyjamas bottoms. This is where your pretty, glittery nails came in handy.
Tracing along that line with your nails, a slight scratch. You know exactly how to make him shiver.
You found it a little amusing but mostly sexy how such a big, strong man like himself could be reduced to sighs and shivers just by the feeling of your perfectly manicured fingernails.
Your hands finding the end of his t-shirt now to take it over his head, he had to help of course, you were a little too small to pull it over his head.
‘You’re going to kill me, y’know’ he says, turning around in your arms, leaning forward to gift a little kiss on the end of your nose.
‘I know’ you beamed back, giving him a silly, toothy grin.
‘Right, enough of this little game you’re playing’, and with that, he dragged your top over your head followed by grabbing your hips to spin you around to pull your bottoms down too.
Disoriented with his quick movements, a little squeal leaves you when you feel his lips kiss your right bum cheek.
‘Harry!!!’
‘Got a cute little bum haven’t you, darling?’, casually stating as he rises to his feet, ushering you into to shower first. Following right behind you, eager to get you covered in warm water droplets.
You both took great pleasure in lathering the other in sweet smelling bubbles and seeing it rinse off both of your bodies.
You were sure you had the better end of the deal though, getting to see the soap run all the way from his hair, through the middle of his chest to somewhere much naughtier.
He would beg to differ however. He was utterly in love with everything about you. What could be better than seeing your skin all wet, hard nipples peaking through the bubbles that are coating your breasts? Yeah, he wins.
‘Let me give you a little head massage, yeah?’, lathering a handful of the lilac scented hair mask over the ends of your hair. He didn’t give you time to respond, he knew you’d love a massage, you loved any sort of touch he gave you.
‘I want to be partly responsible for how pretty your hair looks later on’, he croons, letting his fingers swirl against your scalp.
God, he was good. First it was him gardening and now he’s giving you an impromptu massage. It doesn’t help he accompanies each perfect action with teasing phrases to rile you up in just the right way.
♡
You ought to have predicted strike three really. But having it catch you by surprise made it even better.
How dare he just stand there, sipping on a cup of tea, light gray joggers hanging low on his hips.
He managed to evade you after you finished your shower. Both using your own separate dressing rooms to put on loungewear as you both had the afternoon free- planning on using that time to spend the time together, unbothered by the outside world.
Was he doing this on purpose?
You don’t suppose it matters really. He’s in for it now.
You march right over to him, grabbing his cup of tea. He allowed you to lift it from his hand and place it on the counter. A slight smirk on his lips, he had thought this might happen. You were such a little tease during your shower- rubbing him all over, making a little show of rinsing yourself off.
Lacing your fingers together, you pulled him from the kitchen, letting him trail behind you.
‘Sit’ you demanded as you reached your living room, guiding him towards the sofa.
He, of course, did as he was told.
He met your eyes, reaching his hand out, pulling your standing body in between his spread legs. Other hand pressing into the curve of your back, so his lips could meet your clothed lower stomach.
‘Not fair, Harry’, you pouted, a sigh leaving your lips, head falling back, your hands weaving their way through the damp strands of his freshly-washed hair.
‘What’s not fair, pretty girl?’ he says, muted by continuing kisses.
‘You’re going to make me melt’ you whined, head rolling forward, your hands pulling on his hair to tilt his head back.
‘Melt? Well we wouldn’t want that would we?
‘Why not?’ you raised your eyebrow
‘Well, then we couldn’t do this could we?’
He manoeuvred you with cocky confidence, allowing you to fall on top of him, your breasts pressing so close to his face, thighs spreading over his, pressing you as close as he possibly can.
‘I think my girl needs to be taken care of, doesn’t she? Too pretty for your own good.’ pushing your hair away from your shoulders, mouth meeting the top of your clothed breast, you couldn’t help but give a slight wiggle to your hips.
‘You know, I was planning to be the one in charge right now’ you gasped.
‘You still can be baby, just tell me what you want, I’ll give you anything.’
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