⋆˚࿔ vee 𝜗𝜚˚⋆✮

18+ | she/her busy woman

[buttlesbunnie]

i just thought i’d come forward tonight and say that i’ve noticed an uprise in negativity within the ukyt community on here and it’s not very nice/ encouraging to witness.

whether you’re just a reader or a writer as well, it’s plain to see that writers have been getting an onslaught of awful commentary in their inbox.

yes, you have the freedom of speech, but that doesn’t mean you can abuse that freedom and turn it into something negative and hurtful.

these are real people behind the screens and to send hurtful words, shaming them for their writing, calling their writing shit, or just overall being a nasty person doesn’t make you a better one.

you have the ability on this app to scroll and ignore anything you don’t like. utilise that. instead of sending unnecessary hate, just scroll. not everything on here is perfectly finalised to suit you, and that’s also fine.

i really hope that the negativity comes to an end fairly quickly because it’s incredibly frustrating and upsetting to come onto this platform and see myself and my friends receiving a lot of hate just for doing what and talking about the things we enjoy.

on the other hand, thank you to everyone who has been so lovely and supportive to those receiving hate these past few days! your words mean more than you know and they certainly do not go unnoticed xx

[honeymilkbeez]

okay guys hear me out … chef!ab on his knees in the kitchen and devours reader and then bend her over the counter top and rail the shit outta her….

[honeymilkbeez]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 | 𝐚.𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 | 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

summary : in which you met alfie during his shift at the bar and neither of you could take your eyes or hands off of each others. starring : bartender!alfie x fem!reader content : strangers to lovers (?), one-night stand, alcohol consumption, protected sex, teasing, overstimulation, oral (f received), vaginal penetration | genre : smut | warning : mature content ( 18+ ) vee's input : well…hi lol…not my best work since this has been sitting in my drafts for months when i decided to start writing all my fics at 3am lol. hope you still enjoy reading it and i’ll try to get more of my drafts out soon before i hibernate again xxx

you step through the door of the wetherspoons just after eight on a friday evening. the place is already humming — long tables packed with after-work pints, the smell of cheap lager and microwaved pub grub hanging thick in the air, fairy lights strung across the high victorian ceiling giving everything a warm, amber glow. it’s one of those big, echoing old banks turned into a boozer: marble columns, polished wood, sticky floors, and the low rumble of a hundred conversations blending with whatever generic pop playlist is looping overhead.

you’re alone tonight. no one dragged you out; you just needed noise, lights, and enough gin to blur the edges of another soul-crushing week. you find a stool at the far end of the bar — away from the rowdy groups but close enough to watch the room — and slide onto it, crossing your legs so the hem of your black dress rides up your thighs just enough to feel deliberate.

the bartender working this section is impossible to miss.

tall. broad across the shoulders. dark mullet with loose curls that’s a little too long at the top and falls just above his eyebrows when he leans down to pull a pint. black shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, forearms corded and veined from lifting crates and shaking mixers all night. when he turns to grab a glass his profile is sharp — strong nose, full lower lip — and then his eyes flick up and catch yours.

he holds the look for a beat longer than necessary before finishing the pour he’s on, then walks straight over.

“evening,” he says. voice low, rough yorkshire accent that rolls like gravel under tires. “what can i get you?”

“gin and tonic. double, if you’re feeling generous.”

he nods once, already reaching for the gordon’s. “ice and lemon?”

“please.”

while he works you study him openly. the way his fingers wrap around the bottle, the quick twist of his wrist when he measures the gin, the flex in his forearm when he shakes the tonic in. he slides the glass across the bar. your fingers brush his on the handover — deliberate on your part, accidental on his, maybe. the contact lingers half a second too long.

“first one’s on me,” he says quietly. “welcome to the madness.”

you raise an eyebrow. “you bought me a drink out of your own pay?”

“worth it.” he leans one elbow on the counter so he’s closer, voice dropping below the pub noise. “you look like you could use it.”

you take a slow sip, letting the cold bite settle in your chest. “that obvious?”

“little bit.” his gaze drifts down your throat as you swallow, then back up. “rough week?”

“rough month.” you tilt your head, letting hair fall over one shoulder. “work’s been killer. you? bartending on a friday — must be fun watching everyone else get smashed.”

he snorts softly. “pays rent. keeps me in london. name’s alfie, by the way.”

you extended your hand. “nice to meet you, alfie. i’m y/n.”

his grip was firm, warm, lingering a second too long. “pleasure’s mine, love.”

the flirting starts slow and builds like the second drink he makes you without asking.

he wipes down the bar near you between orders as you shift on the stool so your knee brushes his hip when he leans in, he doesn’t move away.

you trace the rim of your glass with one finger. his eyes follow the motion as he licks his lower lip once, unconsciously.

you laugh at something a drunk regular says two stools down. alfie’s gaze snaps to you, darkens when he sees the way your head tips back, throat exposed.

by your third gin he’s lingering longer at your end of the bar. the crowd thins a little after ten; he has time to talk.

“so what do you do when you’re not drowning your sorrows in wetherspoons gin?” he asks, drying a pint glass with a tea towel.

“marketing. soul-destroying corporate stuff. you?”

“bartending. some brewing on the side — trying to get my own little operation going one day.” he shrugs. “nothing fancy.”

“sounds better than spreadsheets.”

he grins — small, crooked, devastating. “you should come taste the beer sometime. if it ever gets out of the fermenter stage.”

“is that an invitation?”

“depends.” he sets the glass down, leans both hands on the bar so his arms bracket you. “you gonna stick around till closing?”

you meet his eyes. “if the company stays this good.”

his jaw flexes. “oh it will.”

the next hour is torture in the best way.

he serves other people but always circles back. a fresh drink appears without you asking. once he reaches across to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear when it falls in your face — thumb grazing your cheekbone, lingering. you turn your head just enough to press your lips to the inside of his wrist for half a second. he freezes. breathes out hard through his nose.

“fuck,” he mutters under his breath.

you smile sweetly. “problem?”

“you’re gonna get me sacked.”

“worth it?”

he looks at you like he’s already decided the answer is yes.

eleven-thirty. the manager calls last orders. The pub starts emptying. alfie moves faster now — stacking glasses, wiping surfaces, counting the float — but every few minutes he glances over to make sure you’re still there. you are. legs crossed. dress riding higher. waiting.

finally the lights dim to half. he flips the sign to closed, locks the front door, sets the alarm with quick fingers. then he walks over.

no preamble.

he stops in front of your stool, steps between your knees, hands sliding up the outsides of your thighs under the dress until his thumbs brush the lace edge of your underwear.

“y’know, been thinking about this since you sat down,” he says, voice gravel-rough.

“me too.”

he kisses you then — slow. not rushed. deep and deliberate. lips parting yours, tongue sliding in like he has all night even though the pub is dark and empty around you. you open for him, hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer. he tastes like lime and lager and want.

he breaks the kiss long enough to murmur, “my flat’s fifteen minutes. you still in?”

“yes.”

the walk is quiet. cold air on your face, his jacket over your shoulders, his hand in yours. every so often he pulls you into a doorway or against a wall and kisses you again — slower each time, deeper, hands roaming under the jacket, cupping your breasts through the dress, thumbs circling your nipples until they’re hard and aching. you press yourself against him, feeling how hard he is through his jeans, rocking subtly until he groans into your mouth.

his flat is above a shuttered shop in shoreditch—third floor, narrow stairs. he unlocks the door, ushers you inside, kicks it shut.

lamp on. low golden light. exposed brick. big bed visible through an open doorway.

no rush.

he backs you against the wall just inside the door, kisses you slow and filthy. tongue stroking yours, teeth grazing your lip, one thigh pushing between yours so you can grind down on the hard muscle there. you do. he groans low in his throat.

hands slide under your dress, bunching it at your hips. he peels your underwear down your legs, kneeling to help you step out of them, then stays there — nose brushing the inside of your thigh, breath hot against your core.

“look at you,” he murmurs. “so wet already.”

you thread fingers through his hair. “been like this for hours.”

he licks a slow, flat stripe up your slit. no hurry. just tasting. then again. and again. until you’re trembling, hips rocking toward his mouth. only then does he focus on your clit. soft circles with the tip of his tongue, gentle suction, two fingers sliding inside and curling slow, stroking that spot over and over while his mouth works you patiently toward the edge.

when you come it’s quiet in shuddering waves, thighs clamping his head, a soft broken sound escaping your throat. he licks you through it, gentle, until you’re oversensitive and tugging him up.

he stands, kisses you so you taste yourself on his tongue. then he walks you backward to the bedroom, shedding clothes as you go. his shirt, your dress, bra, his jeans. by the time you hit the mattress you’re both bare.

he settles over you, weight on his forearms so he can look at your face. cock heavy and thick against your thigh. he rolls on a condom with steady hands, then notches himself at your entrance.

“slow,” you whisper, “please.”

he nods. “slow.”

he pushes in inch by inch. the stretch is exquisite — full, hot, perfect. you both exhale when he’s seated deep, hips flush to yours. for a long moment neither of you moves; you just feel each other. his forehead drops to yours. breath mingling.

“fuck,” he breathes. “you feel…amazing.”

you clench around him on purpose. he hisses, hips jerking once before he stills again.

then he starts moving.

long teasing thrusts. pulling almost all the way out, then sinking back in deep and grinding at the end of each stroke so his pubic bone drags over your clit. no frantic pace. just deep, deliberate, building heat slowly. your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him closer, deeper.

his mouth finds your throat. kissing, sucking lightly, teeth grazing. one hand slides between you, thumb circling your clit in the same slow rhythm as his thrusts. you arch under him, nails dragging down his back, leaving faint red lines.

“you like that?” he murmurs against your ear.

“yes—alfie—please don’t stop.”

and he doesn’t. he keeps the same measured pace, drawing it out until you’re both trembling, sweat slick between you. when your second orgasm starts building he feels it — your breath hitching, thighs shaking — and angles just a fraction deeper, grinding harder on every in-stroke.

“come with me,” you gasp.

he nods, jaw tight. a few more long, deep thrusts and you shatter. quiet again, whole body clenching around him, pulling him over the edge. he buries his face in your neck, groaning low and broken as he pulses inside you, hips stuttering once, twice, then stilling.

you stay locked together for a long time. breathing slowing. his weight comforting rather than heavy. eventually he pulls out gently, deals with the condom, then gathers you against his chest.

“will you stay here tonight?” he asks quietly, lips brushing your temple.

you turn your face into his throat. “yeah.”

outside london keeps moving — cars, sirens, distant laughter. inside it’s just the two of you, warm skin, slowing heartbeats, and the promise of more when you both wake up.

[honeymilkbeez]

𝐌𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 | 𝐚.𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 | 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

summary : in which alfie’s christmas gift came early starring : alfie buttle x fem!reader content : established relationship, lingerie kink, oral (f receiving), face riding, p in v (wrap it before you tap it), begging, teasing, overstimulation | genre : smut | warning : mature content ( 18+ ) vee's input : this might be my filthiest piece of work i’ve ever done... as always, if you enjoy reading, don’t forget to like and reblog! kisses xxx

alfie always got weirdly giddy about christmas.

not in a childish way — more in that stupidly charming, slightly chaotic “big lad with a soft heart” way where he insisted on picking your real christmas tree himself… then forgot he didn’t fit in your hallway properly and had to wedge it in the door frame while laughing like an idiot.

and this year, the two of you were spending december mostly in his london place — warm lights stretched across the balcony, a tree in your shared bedroom because he “likes seeing it when he wakes up,” and holiday candles burning literally everywhere because you said you liked them once.

it was domestic, cozy, disgustingly cute…

…and you were planning to ruin it tonight.

because for the past week, you’d been sitting on a tiny, wicked idea: the kind of idea that would have alfie feral in seconds.

a mrs. claus lingerie set — red velvet, white fur trim, thigh-high stockings, the tiniest skirt in existence, and a matching ribbon you planned to wrap around yourself like a present.

you’d kept it hidden under your side of the bed.

you’d waited for the right moment.

and today, when he left the flat to film the fellas christmas episode, all loud hoodie and messy hair and a quick kiss to your temple, you knew it was the perfect time.

especially because he kept whining last night about how much he misses you when he’s out all day.

so by lunchtime, you sent the first text.

you:

don’t forget you’ve got a present waiting for you later. a very… private one.

you knew exactly what that would do to him.

he took eleven minutes to reply — which was long for him.

alfie🧸:

dont fuckin play w me rn

i’m literally in the studio babe w bros around me

what u mean a present??

you didn’t answer.

you left him to spiral.

throughout the day, he sent:

alfie🧸:

ur doin this on purpose

i cant think properly

is it like a real present or a YOU present

if its a you present im cutting the episode short idc

then:

alfie🧸:

give me ONE hint

please

you took a selfie — only your thighs and the bow visible — and sent it with:

you:

hurry home, handsome

he saw it mid-recording.

fumbled his line.

chip laughed at him for ten minutes straight. and when he sent a photo of himself sitting on the couch — wide-eyed, biting his lip, obviously trying not to think about it — you actually laughed.

beause he looked so easy to wind up.

so fucking easy to ruin.

you spent the afternoon setting everything up: the red glow from the tree lights, the soft playlist, the candles on the dresser… the whole bedroom transformed into a warm, christmas-night fantasy.

then you got dressed.

the lingerie clung perfectly, the velvet deep red that made your skin glow. the ribbons from the mrs. claus jacket hugged your waist and thighs. the skirt? useless. pure decoration. the stockings? sinful. the whole outfit made you feel like a present wrapped specifically for one man.

he opened it immediately.

no typing.

no words.

then — a voice note:

alfie🧸

“baby… i’m— yeah i’m leaving. i’m literally walking out now. fuck the episode.”

then another straight after:

alfie🧸

“i swear if you’re wearing what i think you’re wearing… i’m not letting you walk tomorrow.”

you were still smiling when you heard the front door slam thirty minutes later.

heavy footsteps.

keys hitting the counter.

“darlin? i’m home,” his voice was already ruined.

you stayed kneeling beside the glowing bedroom christmas tree — arms behind you, chest arched slightly forward, the tiny red velvet outfit shimmering in the warm lights.

when he walked in, the look on his face was almost comical.

his jaw dropped. his hands froze mid-air. his pupils blew wide like he’d been punched.

“jesus christ, girl,” he exhaled, shutting the door with his foot without looking away from you. “you’re… you’re takin’ the piss.”

you bit your lip. “merry christmas, alf.”

he dragged a hand down his face, like he needed to physically restrain himself.

you opened your knees just an inch more.

“do you want your present?”

he nodded immediately, rapidly, like a desperate man.

“yes. fuck, yes, i do. whatever it is. yes.”

you bit your lip, “come and take it then.”

he walked toward you like he wasn’t in control of his legs, dropping to his knees in front of you with open hunger spreading across his face.

he didn’t touch you yet.

he just stared.

“you look…”

he shook his head, speechless.

“babe, you look so fucking sexy i’m actually having heart palpitations.”

you tugged playfully at the ribbon, “you’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you?”

he exhaled sharply.

“you have no idea. i couldn’t look at the camera. chip was chirping me ‘cause i kept zoning out. i thought you were surprising me with— i dunno— socks or something.”

“do i look like socks?”

“no.” his eyes dragged over your chest, “but you look like my personal christmas whore.”

a small smirk curved your lip.

“d’you wanna unwrap me?”

he reached for your waist tie — then stopped himself.

“can i?” he asked softly.

your lips parted.

“yes.”

he pulled on the ribbon, the mrs. claus jacket slipping open, revealing the bra underneath — tight, red velvet, pushing your chest up enough to make him swallow again.

“you’re unreal,” he whispered. “actually unreal.”

he slid his hands up your thighs, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp, his voice dropping to something darker.

“you waited for me dressed like this? kneeling like that? fuck…”

his thumb brushed the wet patch on your thong.

“…you’re absolutely soaked.”

you tilted your head.

“you didn’t think teasing you all day wouldn’t make me needy too?”

he groaned.

“lie back. now.”

you obeyed immediately, easing onto the rug beside the christmas tree, lights painting your body in warm gold. you spread your thighs just enough for him to see everything.

he looked at you again.

“y’know what girl, i’ve been hard since that photo.”

“then show me,” you said.

he stood up long enough to shove his jeans and boxers off in one go — and he was already throbbing, already leaking, already flushed all the way to the tip.

when he knelt back down, he cupped your jaw.

“you wearing this for me…” his voice shook. “this is the hottest thing you’ve ever done.”

he reached for your thong — then stopped and smirked.

“how should i unwrap my gift?” he murmured. “with my teeth?”

your stomach flipped.

“yes.”

that was all he needed.

he leaned down, lips brushing your hipbone, then your inner thigh, then the edge of the ridiculously tiny thong. he slid the panties down your legs with his teeth and tossed them somewhere behind him blindly.

then he kissed the inside of your knee…

then higher and higher

until his breath hit your drenched skin and your thighs jerked.

his hands gripped your thighs. hard.

“open,” he growled.

you parted your knees, and he let out the filthiest sound, fingers sliding under the tiny skirt.

“oh my god… you’re fuckin’ soaked.”

“because of you.”

he groaned — actually groaned — like the sound was punched out of him.

then his mouth was on you.

he didn’t ease in. he devoured you.

tongue swirling, lips sucking, nose pressing into your pelvis, his entire face buried in you like he needed your taste to breathe.

you grabbed his hair instantly, thighs trembling.

“alfie— f— baby—”

he moaned into you, the vibration shooting through your spine.

his hands held your hips down when you tried to lift off the ground.

“no running,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to speak, chin shining with you. “you’re gonna sit on my face properly.”

he repositioned himself, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer until you were straddling his mouth, your knees on either side of his head, your hands pressed against the wall for balance.

“sit,” he said.

your breath hitched.

“alfie—”

“sit on my face, girl.”

you lowered yourself slightly — and he dragged you fully down, tongue sliding into you so deep you gasped loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

your hips rocked helplessly. you couldn’t stop even if you tried.

“mmm, that’s it,” he groaned beneath you, voice muffled by your body. “ride it. ride my face, babe.”

and you did — slow at first, then faster, your clit dragging against his tongue, his nose hitting just right, the pressure building so intensely you could barely think.

you felt him gripping your thighs, keeping you steady, keeping you open for him, licking you like he’d been starved.

you were shaking. you were drenched. you were close.

“alfie— i— i’m gonna—”

he sucked your clit hard, fingers digging into your hips.

“come,” he said against your skin. “come on my face.”

you shattered instantly.

your thighs clamped around his head, your back arched, your voice broke into a whimpering cry as you came hard, soaking his mouth, grinding against him while he groaned and pulled you through every wave.

you nearly collapsed when he eased you down, panting, trembling, skin flushed.

he pulled back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, eyes dark and blown-out.

“you taste like fucking christmas,” he whispered.

you laughed breathlessly — and he cut it off by kissing you.

hot. messy. tongue-tangled. tasting like you.

he eased you onto the bed, climbing over you, his cock heavy and hard against your thigh.

then his lips dragged down your neck to your chest.

he cupped your bra.

“you wore this for me.”

you nodded, still breathless.

“i wanted to be your mrs. claus.”

he smirked, kissing the top of your breast, “you’re my everything.”

you whined softly — and he groaned hearing it.

“you want me to open the rest?” he murmured.

“yes.”

he unhooked your bra with practiced ease, sliding it off and tossing it away.

he stared at your bare chest like he’d never seen it before. “you’re perfect,” he whispered.

and he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking just enough to make your hips lift off the bed. one hand massaged your other breast, then switched, then lowered to rub slow circles on your clit again.

you were already overstimulated, legs shaking.

“alfie— baby— i can’t—”

“yes you can,” he whispered against your skin.

“you’re my gift tonight. i’m not finished unwrapping you.”

he shifted up, positioning himself between your thighs, lining himself up with you. the tip nudged your entrance, slick and warm and ready.

your breath stuttered.

he looked at you with the hungriest eyes you’d ever seen on him.

“you want me?” he asked softly.

“so bad,” you whispered.

“say it properly.”

you grabbed his forearms, nails sinking into his skin.

“please fuck me.”

that was it.

he slid inside you in one slow, deep thrust that made both of you moan.

your head fell back.

his fell forward.

you felt him everywhere—stretching you open, filling you completely.

“fucking hell,” he breathed.

“you’re so tight— you’re— jesus—”

he held still for a moment, gripping your thigh, his eyes squeezed shut.

then he started moving.

slow. deep.

heavy thrusts that made the mattress shift under you. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned like he’d been punched.

he kissed you again, swallowing every sound you made, thrusts getting faster, harder, more urgent.

your fingers dug into his back, his breath stuttered against your mouth.

“i’ve been thinking about this all day,” he rasped, thrusting harder, “thinking about you in this fucking outfit— waiting for me— teasing me—”

he grabbed your thigh and pushed it higher, opening you even more for him.

you gasped — he hit deeper, harder.

“alfie— oh my god—”

“yeah?” his voice was wrecked.

“you like that? you like your man fucking you like this?”

“yes— yes— please don’t stop—”

he didn’t.

the headboard hit the wall.

your nails scratched his back.

his lips dragged across your neck, sucking, biting lightly.

his thumb found your clit again — rubbing tight, fast circles that had your eyes rolling back.

“come for me,” he whispered against your jaw.

“come on my cock like a good girl you are.”

you came so hard you nearly screamed — body trembling, thighs shaking around him, nails clawing into his skin, your whole body arching into him.

he wasn’t far behind.

your walls tightening around him set him off instantly.

he shoved deep — deeper than before — groaning your name into your neck as he spilled inside you, hips jerking, breath breaking.

he stayed there, chest pressed to yours, breathing hard into your shoulder.

neither of you moved.

after a long moment, he kissed your cheek and whispered, still breathless, “that… was the best christmas present i’ve ever fucking received.”

you smiled, stroking his hair.

“want to unwrap the rest of it?”

he lifted his head, eyes darkening again.

“there’s more?”

you smirked.

“check under the tree.”

he groaned into your neck.

“round two?”

you nodded.

he pulled out slowly, smirking when you whimpered at the loss.

“get on your hands and knees,” he whispered.

“i’m unwrapping everything tonight.”

[honeymilkbeez]

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 𝐚.𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 | 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

summary : in which alfie discover that a tub of frosting aren’t just use for baking. starring : alfie buttle x fem!reader content : established relationship, oral (f receiving), food play | genre : smut | warning : mature content ( 18+ ) vee's input : hiii angels! i’ve missed y’all and sorry i’ve been mia but i’m back for the holiday season and i hope you enjoy this first treat. don’t forget to like and reblog. happy kinkmas season, mwah mwah xxx

alfie’s flat felt different in december — softer somehow, warmer, like the fairy lights you’d strung across every wall were heating the air on their own. he pretended to hate it, obviously. but you caught him on facetime yesterday showing the decorations off to his mum with a smug little grin and smiling to himself like he might actually burst from how cozy it felt.

tonight, the flat smells like cinnamon and vanilla candles that you just bought from m&s. alfie’s mid-stream with headset on slightly crooked, festive hoodie half-hugging his biceps, led lights glowing red and green behind him. while you’re tucked on his sofa, scrolling your phone, waiting for him to finish so you can start on the christmas cookies he’s been bugging you about all week.

“chat, can you believe her? she promised me christmas cookies hours ago,” he says, spinning in his chair around, pointing at you on the sofa, “and she’s not even movin’. she’s loungin’.”

you throw a pillow at the back of his chair. “i’m literally waiting for you to finish your stream, you menace.”

he grins instantly, that boyish, smug, pleased-with-himself smile.

user: omg we love you y/n

user: you should be with me instead y/n

user: gimp boy move over, let us see the north star

he tells them to shut up — affectionately.

after two hours he finally ends stream as he pushes away from his desk and drags his headset off, shaking his curls out evenly, rubbing the back of his neck with a tired sound before turning fully to you. the moment the cameras are off, the whole energy in the flat settles—softer, warmer, just the two of you again.

“right,” he says with exaggerated seriousness, “where are my cookies.”

you laugh and stand, letting him tug your hand as he leads you toward the kitchen. he doesn’t let go even once, thumb brushing the back of your knuckles in a way that made your heart melt for him even more.

you start prepping ingredients. he tries to help.

he absolutely should not help.

within fifteen minutes, there’s flour on the fridge door, sugar on the floor, and alfie somehow has frosting on his cheek even though you not even up to the frosting part yet.

“put the butter in,” you say.

he grabs the whole block.

“alfie! no — half.”

“you didn’t specify!”

“i shouldn’t have to!”

he smirks. “y’know i don’t bake.”

you take a handful of flour and slap it onto his chest.

he freezes. blinks. then wipes some onto your face with slow, deliberate payback.

“you wanna play like that huh girl?” he murmurs.

you lunge for the flour bag again. he manage to dodge out of your way. within seconds, the kitchen turns into a white-cloud battlefield, the both of you laughing breathlessly, ducking behind counters, yelling accusations, until alfie manages to grab your waist from behind and lift you clean off the ground.

“gotcha now gal,” he laughs into your neck.

“alf — put me down!”

“no.”

when he finally sets you down, he doesn’t step back. his hands stay on your waist. his chest stays pressed to your back. his laugh fades slowly, replaced by something heavier, something warm and focused and very much not about cookies.

you feel it before you see it — the shift.

and when you turn, his eyes are already on you like he’s been starving for an hour.

you open your mouth to speak, but he’s already leaning in, brushing his nose against your cheek.

“since i turned off stream,” he whispers, “and now suddenly i remembered what i really craved tonight.”

your breath stutters. “cookies?”

he laughs softly — a low, knowing sound.

“no, sweetheart.”

his lips touch yours before you can tease him again.

the kiss starts warm and slow, but it deepens quickly, his hands sliding up your hips, pulling you closer until your back meets the counter and he’s pressing into you like he can’t get close enough.

his tongue flicks against yours, tasting like honey tea he’d been sipping during the stream. you fist your hands in his hoodie, pulling him in harder. he groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating down your spine.

“oh fuck,” he exhales, forehead pressed to yours, “been thinkin’ about this all bloody day.”

you grin breathlessly. “even while you were streaming?”

he kisses your jaw. “every minute. could barely sit still.”

his hands slide under your thighs, lifting you onto the counter effortlessly. you gasp at the sudden height, and he steps between your legs instantly, like his body was made for that exact spot.

the kitchen is a mess around you. flour in the air. cookies only half-prepped. and alfie looking at you like you’re the only thing he wants to ruin tonight.

you don’t notice the tub of frosting on the counter until alfie picks it up.

“what are you doing with that?”

he dips his thumb in.

holds it up.

smiles, slow and wicked.

“decorating.”

before you can react, he drags the frosting along your collarbone, leaving a thick, sweet, cold line across your skin. you gasp at the temperature, at the sheer audacity, and he laughs under his breath like the devil himself.

“you look edible,” he says softly.

then his mouth is on you.

he licks the frosting off in slow, teasing strokes of his tongue, warm mouth contrasting the cool sweetness, the combination sending shivers up your spine. he takes his time, lips following the path of sugar he just painted, sucking lightly at the end of the trail just to hear your breath hitch.

“alfie…”

“mm?” he licks his lips, eyes dark. “y’want more?”

he scoops more frosting onto two fingers this time and drags them down your sternum, stopping just above the hem of your top. you can feel your pulse thumping against your ribs.

“you’re making a mess,” you whisper, voice shaking.

he grins. “that’s the point love.”

he pulls your top up slowly, revealing skin inch by inch until he has enough to run his frosting-covered fingers across your breast, circling your nipple with sugar-slick touch.

your moan catches in your throat.

“oh fuck— alf—”

“hold still girl,” his voice drops. “lemme taste.”

he leans in, takes your nipple into his mouth, and your head hits the cabinet behind you with a thud. his tongue swirls through the frosting, warm suction sending pleasure shooting straight through you. his hand slides up your opposite thigh, squeezing, steadying you while he devours every bit of sweetness he put there.

you’re shaking now, gripping the counter.

“please,” you breathe.

he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. “want me to keep going?”

“god— yes.”

he smears more frosting down your stomach.

then he goes to his knees.

right there in front of you.

your thighs tremble as he spreads them wider, frosting trailing under his fingers.

“lift your hips for me,” he murmurs.

and you did.

he pulls your underwear down and tosses them blindly behind him.

the air is cool. his breath is warm. the moment stretches — slow, hungry, inevitable.

then he presses his tongue to you.

you gasp, gripping his curls instantly.

he moans into you like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, licking slow and deliberate up your slit until your whole body arches off the counter. his hands hold your thighs open, thumbs stroking your skin soothingly as he works your clit with soft, wet circles of his tongue.

then—

the frosting.

you feel it before you see it. his finger dragging a cold line across your inner thigh, then another dangerously close to where his mouth is.

“alfie— what are you—”

he doesn’t answer.

he just licks the frosting off your thigh first — slow, teasing laps that make you whine — before returning to your heat, mouth wetter, hungrier now that the sweetness is mixing with your taste.

you’re falling apart, voice shaking, thighs trembling around his head.

“i’m— i’m close— alf, baby — please don’t stop—”

“give it to me darlin’,” he murmurs against you, voice low and commanding. “right here, sweetheart. come for me.”

and you break.

the orgasm hits sharp and hot, your back arching, a cry ripping from your throat as he licks you through every second of it. you feel him smiling against you, moaning at the taste, refusing to let go until you’re pushing gently at his head from overstimulation.

he stands slowly, mouth glistening, frosting smeared faintly on his lips.

you’re still trembling when he kisses you, and you taste frosting and yourself and him all mixed together.

when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing hard.

“we never baked the cookies,” you whisper.

he gives a short, breathy laugh. “don’t need ‘em. found something sweeter.”

his hands grip your thighs again, dragging you to the very edge of the counter.

“and i’m not finished yet.”

the frosting tub is still open beside you.

and alfie is looking at you like christmas came early.

[honeymilkbeez]

STOPPP I LOVED YOUR GEORGE CLARKE VLOG FICCCC AHHHH, it was genuinely adorable

idk if you’re taking reqs so feel free to ignore this but i would LOVEEEE to see a similar thing with arthurtv (if you write for him)

thankkk youuuu! <3

i can definitely whip up something similar for mr television for sureeee 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[honeymilkbeez]

I am in love with ‘Do it for the vlog’! - I can’t wait for more george stuff 🥺🩷

ahhh ty for loving that fic!! i was scared that not many would enjoy that kind of style but i definitely got a few george’s fic lined up just for uuuu!! xxx

[honeymilkbeez]

I need more Alfie Buttle insta au’s!!! Maybe something about them launching their relationship or something, I’ll literally take anything you make tho

what if i told u ive been secretly writing one in my draft tehehe 🤭

[honeymilkbeez]

AHHHHH GUYS WHAT THE HELLYYYY!!! IM SO SO GRATEFUL FOR EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU THAT READ, LIKED AND REBLOGGED 🫶🏼 OH MY LAWDDDD IM CRYING 😭 but anyway, as a little celebration for hitting 100 followers, i might drop a cheeky post soon… ive been cooking up a storm in my drafts lately and i can’t wait to share it with yall 🙂‍↕️ i luv uuuuuu

kisses xxx

- honeymilkbeez | vee

[honeymilkbeez]

𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄 | 𝐚.𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 | 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

summary : in which things took an unexpected turn after alfie spending the night starring : alfie buttle x fem!reader content : friends to lovers | genre : fluff to soft core smut | warning : mature content ( 18+) vee’s input : did someone ordered a smut fic … ahaha as always, don't forget to like and reblog!!! kisses xxx

it had been two months since you met alfie during the monaco grand fix trip. and a lot had happened within those two months. it all started with late night phone calls every other night — just talking, nothing serious. until those calls turned into sharing dumb memes, complaining about video ideas, meeting for lunch whenever he’s in london for a shoot like it was no big deal, getting hammered at the pubs, only for you both ending the night back at your flat, together. tangled up on the sofa, talking and laughing at absolute nonsense, and drunk on more than just alcohol.

but today was different. you had invited alfie back to your flat to stay for the night after spending the whole day at the shoot with the sidemen. now here you were, the laptop was propped up on your bed, the duvet you and alfie shared pulled to your waists. his arm was slung lazily around your shoulder, your head tucked into the crook of his neck as the glow from the screen flickered softly across both your faces. you really weren’t watching the movie anymore. too distracted by the way his thumb absentmindedly traced small circles on your arm. how his laugh rumbled in his chest every time something ridiculous happened on screen. it was easy. familiar even. but there was something new sitting quietly between you. something neither of you had said it out loud yet. but both of you could feel it.

he could feel your eyes burning into his soul. “you’re staring,” he murmurs, low and lazily.

you shake your head quickly. “i’m not.”

“you’re a bad liar, you know that?” he says, turning to face you more fully now with that cocky smirk spread across his face. “your nose always do that twitching thing when you lie.”

you scoff. “no, it doesn’t.”

“it totally does.”

“right. and you just magically figured that out?” you scoff, rolling your eyes with a grin tugging at your lips.

he just shrugs. “what can i say. i pay attention.”

“you’re ridiculous, honestly,” you mumble, glancing away - hoping the soft glow from the laptop doesn’t betray the warm rising on your cheeks. “maybe you should pay attention to the movie instead of me for once cause this is my favourite part.”

but he doesn’t look away. his eyes stay on you and a soft smirk forming on his lips, like you’re the only thing worth watching.

on screen, the scene from the notebook captures the moment when noah was pacing through the rain, shouting after allie — soaked to the skin, shouting some heart-spilling monologue about love and heartbreak. it was the kind of scene people would usually roll their eyes at, but not you. not this time.

your face softened without you even realising. your lips started to move along with the dialogue, matching every word like a quiet echo. your eyes stayed glued to the screen, body leaning slightly forward, heart completely wrapped up in what was unfolding.

beside you, alfie notices. of course he does. he’d already given up watching the actual film a while ago. now his attention was entirely on you. watching the way you light up at certain parts. how your eyes shimmer a little when noah says, “it still isn’t over.” he sees the way you smile before the kiss even happen, like you’ve been waiting for it.

when the big moment happened — when noah grabbed allie and kissed her in the middle of the storm, all hands and desperation and years of missing each other - you let out the smallest sigh. soft and quiet, but real.

and when the credits began to roll a little later, the room settled into that soft silence that always came after a film ended. the kind of quiet that felt full instead of empty, alfie shift beside you, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “alright,” he say, his voice breaking the silence with a low chuckle, “how many times have you watched this shitty film?”

“enough to remember it,” you admit, pulling your knees up to your chest. “no shame.”

he laugh, shaking his head. “i can tell. you were literally whispering every single line.”

“and?” you shrug, still smiling. “it’s a masterpiece.”

he rolls his eyes, nudging your shoulder with his. “you’re such a nerd.”

“you still watched it with me,” you say, glancing at him, your voice soft but teasing.

“yeah,” he mutters, a little quieter now. “i did.”

his eyes stay on you longer than they probably should. not in a heavy way — just… lingering. like maybe, just maybe, the movie wasn’t the best part of his night.

then, almost without thinking, you murmur, “i miss it sometimes.”

alfie turns his head, eyes flicking toward you. “miss what?”

you take a breath, steady and slow. “being in love. like… loving someone so much it scares you.”

alfie doesn’t answer right away.

his gaze lingers on you. soft, unreadable, but there’s something beneath it. something alive. you can feel it tightening in the air between you, thickening the quiet, making your skin prickle.

“you do?” he says, voice lower now.

you nod, eyes still on the wall in front of you, not quite brave enough to look at him. “yeah. just… miss being known like that. that closeness.”

a beat passes. you finally glance his way, and his expression is different now. open. gentle. but there’s tension in his jaw, the kind he gets when he’s holding something back.

you whisper, “don’t you?”

alfie doesn’t speak. he shifts instead. slow and deliberate. turning fully toward you under the duvet. and then his hand finds your knee. his touch is light, barely there, but it grounds you. his thumb draws a lazy arc against your skin. when he speaks, it’s rough around the edges.

“yeah. i do.”

you look up at him, and there it is. that flicker in his eyes. want, restrained. affection, barely hidden. he leans in just a little, his fingers still resting on your leg. the moment stretches out, taut with something electric.

“you’ve got that look again,” you murmur.

“what look?”

“the one where you’re about to kiss me and act like it doesn’t mean anything.”

alfie’s mouth twitches. “would it mean something now?”

you don’t answer. instead, your hand slides up to the back of his neck, fingers brushing the short hairs there as you lean in and press your lips to his.

the kiss starts slow. testing. but it doesn’t stay that way for long.

because as soon as he feels you melt into it — your body leaning closer, your lips parting just slightly. alfie deepens it with a low sound in his throat. his hand slides up your thigh, fingers curling in gently, and he pulls you toward him until you’re straddling his laps — knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips, blanket slipping off completely now. he’s warm beneath you, propped back on his elbows, watching you like you’re the only thing that matters.

his hands find your thighs, sliding up under the hem of your shirt — steady and sure. he exhales hard when you lean down to kiss him again, your mouth soft, your hips settling flush over the bulge in his sweats.

you roll your hips once, just to tease. just to feel the way he groans into your mouth.

“fuck,” he mutters against your lips, “you’re doing this on purpose.”

you smile, whispering, “maybe.”

the heat between you kicks up fast.

you thread your hands into his hair, kissing him harder now, and alfie’s grip tightens on your hips like he can’t help it. like he’s been holding this in for too long. when your hips shift and grind down against him, the tension snaps.

he groans against your mouth. “fuck. come here.”

his hands slide under your shirt, palms dragging up your back, and he presses hot kisses to your neck, sucking just below your jaw until your head tips back. the friction of your bodies, the way he holds you like he needs you close it’s dizzying.

“you sure about this?” he murmurs, breathless against your skin.

you nod, gasping when his teeth graze your collarbone. “yeah. alf, i need— ”

he doesn’t let you finish. he lifts your shirt over your head and kisses down your chest, warm mouth leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses. you tug at his hoodie, and he pulls it off in one swift motion, tossing it somewhere blindly behind you.

then he looks at you. really looks. and his hands are suddenly gentler.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, almost to himself, like it just slips out.

your heart twists at the way he says it. like this is more than just need. like there’s something behind it.

you kiss him again. slower now, deeper. hips rolling against his, and he groans into your mouth as you grind down on the bulge in his sweats. you can feel how hard he is beneath you, thick and pulsing through the fabric, and the ache between your legs grows sharp and unbearable.

“i want you,” you whisper.

his pupils blow wide. “fuckin’ hell.”

he lifts you just enough to shove his sweats down his thighs, his cock springing free, flushed and hard. you drag your underwear to the side, your breath hitching as the tip of him brushes against your soaked entrance.

the first push in is slow — torturously slow. he groans loud, burying his face in your neck as he stretches you open, inch by inch.

“jesus christ,” he breathes. “you feel… unreal.”

you can’t speak. you just whimper, hands gripping his shoulders, hips adjusting as you slide down the rest of the way. he fills you so completely it’s dizzying, the stretch sweet and aching all at once.

you rock your hips, and alfie’s hands tighten on your waist.

“fuck — keep goin’, baby,” he pants. “just like that.”

you move slowly at first, finding a rhythm, your bodies locked together in breath and sweat and quiet gasps. every drag of him inside you makes your walls flutter, makes you cling to him harder. the bed creaks under you, but you don’t care. nothing else exists except the slide of his hands, the warmth of his breath, the filthy little groans he lets out every time you clench around him.

he mutters your name, low and broken. “fuck...babyyyy. you gonna come for me yeah?"

your heart stutters.

“alfie—” you start, but then he thrusts up into you, deeper, harder, and your words scatter into a moan.

he looks at you through heavy lashes, eyes dark and hooded, desire burning low and deep.

“if you keep saying my name like that, i’m not gonna last long baby,” he groans as you grinds down on him.

your laugh is shaky, caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and then he’s kissing you. slow and hungry. tongue slipping against yours like he’s trying to taste every last bit of you. it’s messy. hot. utterly unrestrained. his hands slip under your thighs, holding you closer, keeping you right there as you rock against him.

“you feel like heaven,” he breathes into your mouth, the words broken. “fucking heaven.”

you moan softly at that, because it’s not just the words. it’s the way he says them. like he means them. like he’s drowning in you.

you start to move faster now. each lift of your hips followed by a deeper, harder thrust down. his eyes flutter shut for a moment, and his head tilts back against the headboard, jaw clenched tight. the veins in his neck strain with tension, and you swear you can feel him twitch inside you, thick and throbbing and dangerously close to losing it.

your thighs are burning, your breathing a mess, but you don’t stop. not when he’s looking at you like that. not when every roll of your hips sends a bolt of pleasure through your entire body.

he brings his forehead to yours, slick with sweat, breath ragged. his hands are everywhere now. sliding from your waist to your back, then down to squeeze your ass, guiding you as you ride him harder, needier.

“you’re driving me fucking crazy,” he whispers, voice almost gone.

your fingers slide up his chest, nails digging in as you ride him harder now, searching for something to ground yourself. anything to stop the way your body’s spiraling under his touch as you chase the tension that’s building fast in your belly — tight, burning, unbearable. every thrust meets him just right, slick heat and friction turning your legs to jelly.

“you’re mine,” he breathes, like it’s a promise. like it’s always been true.

you nod. unable to speak. hips slamming down harder and faster chasing that edge. forehead pressed to alfie as your lips brushing his, you whisper, “alfie—i’m —fuck—i’m gonna—”

he takes over, thrusting up to meet you, matching your rhythm, coaxing you right to the edge.

“i’ve got you,” he whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth. “let go for me.”

and you do.

your body trembles as your orgasm rolls over you — hot and shaking and drawn out. alfie holds you through it, kissing your shoulder, whispering praise into your skin. you’re still riding the aftershocks when he follows, spilling into you with a broken groan, hips twitching under yours as he buries himself deep.

you collapse against him, breathless, skin hot and damp. his arms wrap around you immediately, holding you close, heart still hammering beneath your palm.

neither of you speaks for a while.

just the sound of your breathing, the quiet buzz of the laptop fan at the foot of the bed, and the stickiness between your legs.

then, softly, he murmurs, “i love you”, so quietly you barely catch it.

but you did.

and you couldn’t move.

his words hang there between you — quiet, raw, completely unguarded. and somehow, that’s what makes your chest tighten the most. not the heat still simmering low in your stomach, not the way your body feels flushed and wrecked and still wrapped around him. but the way alfie said that like it slipped out. like he didn’t mean for you to hear it.

you shift slightly in his lap, just enough to see his face.

“what did you just say?”

alfie’s eyes flick up to meet yours. he looks nervous — nervous in a way you’ve never seen on him before. not when he’s flirting. not when he’s teasing. this is different. his jaw tightens like he wants to pretend he didn’t say anything. but he doesn’t.

instead, he breathes out slowly and says it again. quieter. like it’s the only truth left in him.

“i think i’m in love with you.”

you blink, barely breathing.

“i didn’t expect this to mean anything. thought we’d have fun, keep it light, mess around a bit… but then i started waiting for your texts. counting the days between seeing you. wanting you even when you weren’t there.” he exhales sharply, almost like he’s annoyed at himself. “and then tonight happened and i thought — shit. i’m so far gone.”

you stare at him, every inch of your body still pressed to his. your arms, looped loosely around his shoulders. his hands, gripping your waist like you might vanish if he lets go.

“alfie…”

“i know,” he cuts in, quickly. “it’s a lot. you don’t have to say anything. i don’t want this to get weird or ruin what we’ve got or make you feel—”

“i love you too.”

it slips out. quiet but steady. and it’s the first time tonight he actually looks surprised.

he stares at you, eyes searching yours, like he’s trying to make sure he heard you right.

the second you say it, his whole body shifts. his shoulders drop, his grip on your waist softens, and something in his eyes goes wide — like he wasn’t expecting to hear it. like part of him didn’t believe he deserved it.

“you do?” he asks, and it’s so soft it hurts.

“i do.” you nod slowly, your voice barely a whisper. “i’ve been trying not to admit it to myself for weeks. but yeah. i do.”

alfie blinks a few times, and then something in him breaks wide open.

he pulls you closer — tight, desperate, relieved and buries his face in your neck. “fuck,” he breathes softly against your skin. “thank god.”

you laugh, breathless, fingers sliding into his hair. “you really thought i didn’t feel it too?”

“i didn’t know what to think. you always kept it so chill.”

“yeah, well… i was scared,” you whisper. “didn’t want to mess things up.”

“you could never mess this up.”

he leans back just enough to kiss you again. slow and deep, lips moving like there’s nowhere else he wants to be. his hands trace lazy patterns on your back, his forehead resting against yours between kisses.

“i love you,” he says it again, firmer this time. not as a confession. but as something certain. “i love you. proper. not just because you’re fit or because we have good sex or any of that shit. i love you because you make me feel like i can be myself without judgement.”

you feel your chest tighten at that. your hand rests over his heart, where it’s beating fast and real beneath your palm.

“me too alf,” you say softly. “i feel just the same way as do you.”

he tugs the duvet up over the both of you. one hand still splayed across your bare back, the other laced with yours now, fingers intertwined like it’s the most natural thing in the world second as you both settle into the quiet again.

only now, it’s a different kind of quiet.

this time, there’s nothing left unsaid.

alfie kisses the top of your head. “you’re mine now, yeah?”

you smile. “yeah. i’ve been yours.”

he huffs a soft laugh, barely louder than a breath. “good. ‘cause i’m yours too. all the way.”

and that’s how the night ends. entwined in something quiet and certain, the room still humming with the kind of heat that lingers long after the moment has passed.

love, real and spoken, hanging in the space between your breaths. safe.

and his arms, still around you, like he never wants to let go.

INSTAGRAM - ALFIE BUTTLE JUST ADDED A POST !

alfiebuttle: generational psa 10 pull x ------------------- ❤️ yourusername, bambinobecky and others | 💬 14,508 | ➤ 16,917 -------------------

georgeclarkeey: nah this caption is elite. -> alfiebuttle: georgeclarkeey cheers daddy x

arthurtv: we lost him chat. he’s one of the soft boys now.

yourusername: took you 15 mins to come up with this shit ass caption ?? 🤨 -> alfiebuttle: yourusername delete this before i block u on everything 😐

calfreezy: remember when you said “dating is an L” this you now? -> alfiebuttle: shut it giraffe boy.

user: WHO IS SHE. I NEED A FACE. A NAME. user: soft launch? user: did i miss some chapter ???? 😭 user: don’t play with us like this. post the proper carousel x user: gimpy boy finally got a gf ? user: yoooo family user: don’t be shy, drop her @ user: put her on the vlog next 👀

theburntchip: hey wtf doesn’t look like me ... -> alfiebuttle: theburntchip take the L unc.

yourusername: anyway. tell chat how you begged for that hoodie back after that pic 🤭 -> alfiebuttle: yourusername i did not beg 💀 -> yourusername: alfiebuttle you’re so shit at lying

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behzingagram: man’s got a graded love life now?? proud of you neph -> alfiebuttle: behzingagram cheers unc. might need you to do the voiceover for the wedding video

bambinobecky: wait hold up ... that’s my wife wtf? -> alfiebuttle: bambinobecky not anymore auntie 😎 -> yourusername: bambinobecky my darlin’, get on my bed now x

[honeymilkbeez]

𝐌𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 | 𝐠.𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞

summary : in which george is utterly obsessed with you starring : george clarke x fem!reader content : secret relationship ??? | genre : fluff | warning : none vee’s input : hello,hello,hello !!! since a lot of you enjoyed my smau for ab, i thought why not do one for george as well ! i've tried my best to make it longer this time. any feedback is welcome! hope you like this and let me know if you would like another smau for any other boys! don't forget to like and reblog! see you on my next one. mwah xo

yourusername: peekabooo, guess who? xxx ------------------- ❤️ georgeclarkeey, sabinablair_ , and others | 💬 18,847 | ➤ 22,561 -------------------

sabinablair_: are you cheating on me ... ? yourusername -> yourusername: sabinablair_ never my love, he's just a side piece xx

user: george liked??!! is this a soft launch?! -> user: i freaking hope so !!! they're so cute together !!! -> user: have you seen the way he look at her during pub golf videos? he's in love with her i'm sure!

taliamar: babygirl ... who's this??? -> yourusername: idk girl ... he just spawned in randomly unfortunately x

chrismd10: i think i know that guy ... -> yourusername: chrismd10 ohhh shush you hobbit man

bambinobecky: you're so hot hunnie

freyanightingale: beautiful lady

mollymae: my sexy wifeeeeee

georgeclarkeey: idk who he is but he's sexy af -> yourusername: georgeclarkeey you're right xx -> user: ARIANA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? -> user: wait ... is that not you, george??

yourusername: this type of love >>>> ------------------- ❤️ georgeclarkeey, livvydimartino, and others | 💬 12,428 | ➤ 19,374 -------------------

user: SHES IN LOVE, IM SO HAPPY FOR HER user: the last slide... Y/N THIS MAN IS OBSESSED WITH YOU GIRL user: i am dyingggg to know who is this mystery man ?!? user: girl, drop the link where did you find this man cause wtf ?! user: how is he real???

faithlouisak: im so happy for you my love, you deserve the world x -> yourusername: faithlouisak ily babe xx

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bambinobecky: yourusername thanks for letting the world know that i'm your boyfriend xx -> yourusername: bambinobecky the world deserved to know our love for each other xxx

yourusername: life's good x ------------------- ❤️ georgeclarkeey, wroetoshaw, and others | 💬 11,579 | ➤ 16,220 -------------------

user: IS THAT A SHIRTLESS GEORGE IN THE SECOND PIC!?? HELLOO?? user: omggggg hard launchhhhh???? user: she's living the best life for real, soo jealous omg x

sabinablair_: love you baby girl, best trip ever xx -> yourusername: sabinablair_ i love you my hunnie xx

livvydimartino: i don’t wanna go back to london yet 😔 -> yourusername: livvydimartino let’s get peppered tonight then xx

italianbach: omg my husband in the picture 🥵 -> yourusername: italianbach excuse me???

bambinobecky: myyyy wifeeeeyyyy til death x bambinobecky: also you're so sexy, come over and gimme a kiss pretty pls xx -> yourusername: bambinobecky already at your door darling, let me in xx -> georgeclarkeey: bambinobecky hey, hands off my girl becky

user: DID GEORGE JUST CONFIRM THAT THEY ARE DATING??? "MY GIRL" ?!?! IM DEAD HOLY SHIT -> user: IM SCREAMING RN CAN U HEAR ME ?!?!

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willne: very nice mr clarkeey -> georgeclarkeey: willne thank you kind sir

italianbach: thanks for making look so fine here babe x

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[honeymilkbeez]

𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐋𝐎𝐆 | 𝐠.𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞

summary : in which you vlogged a day in your life with george starring : george clarke x fem!reader content : established relationship | genre : fluff | warning : none vee’s input : hiii i’m here to hand deliver you my first george’s fic! sorry it took me a while to get it out but hope you enjoy it! let me know if you want similar to this sort of vibe!? as always, don’t forget to reblog and i’ll see you on my next fic! mwah xx

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@YOURUSERNAME : grwm + cosy day in my life ft. my boyfriend, 10/10 toasties, & accidental chaos 🍓🧸🫧

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the vlog opened with a soft, lo-fi beat rolling under warm-toned footage: sunlight slicing through the bedroom blinds, your bedside clock and strawberry scented lip balm laid neatly next to a half-burned candle, your robe draped messily over the arm of the chair and a glimpse of tangled sheets where george was still fast asleep - face half-buried in the pillow, loose curls dangled everywhere, mouth parted just slightly.

you whispered off-camera, "ok. good morning guys. he's still dead to the world, so we're starting without him,” as you panned toward the mattress. "exhibit a," you whispered as he snored once, loudly.

the camera then cuts toward you setting the lens down on the bathroom shelf and leaned into the mirror with damp skin and sleep-swollen eyes, a fluffy white towel wrapped around your chest, your hair clipped up in a loose bun. your voice came quiet and warm as you began your intro, hands waved lazily toward the reflected mirror.

"hello and good morning again, besties. welcome back to the channel - or if you're new here, i'm reader, i romanticise everything and live with the human version of a golden retriever. today i am once again, starting the day before george wakes up because someone keeps stealing the duvet and snoring like a power drill."

then you blinked. once. twice. zoned out in your thoughts, "okay, real start to the day," you began, clasping your hand together. "today's vlog gonna be soft and slow as i'm taking you through a day in my life. it definitely involves a bit of me filming, editing, maybe a market run and dragging george out for a walk outside if he's brave enough to see sunlight. either way, i'm fresh out of the shower, and now i'm ready for my skincare routine."

you reached for your cleanser. rubbing it between your palms.

"also, if you hear any thuds, crashes, or suspicious cackling - the beast is awake."

as if on cue, there's a loud thunk came from your bedroom.

you blinked at the camera, deadpan. "there it is."

a second later, george shuffled into frame, still in his pyjama pants, shirtless and curls still slightly flattened from sleep. without a word, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. his body was warm against your back, all sleep-heavy and needy.

"you're filming without me already?," he mumbled, nose pressing against the curve of your neck, letting out a dramatically lough sigh.

"i didn’t know you were conscious," you replied, not even turning around. “also you were snoring, very loud.”

“lies.”

“i literally got it on tape.”

he groaned, “you better edit that out…”

"i missed you," he murmured after a moment.

"george, we were literally asleep together twenty minutes ago."

he kissed your bare shoulder, "yeah, and it was a really long twenty minutes. but now you're glowy. and smell nice too. like that vanilla stuff."

"that’s called shower gel and effort."

"exactly. fresh. lovely. mine," as he tightened his hold and rocked you gently side to side, nose still nudged into your neck.

you chuckled and met his sleepy gaze in the mirror. "say good morning to the vlog."

he blinked once, then waved lazily at the camera, still half-asleep. "morning, besties. isn't she beautiful? and i am lucky enough that i get to wake up to this every day."

you flushed a little as you glanced toward the camera again, lips twitching as you tried to refocus. "so, anyways. i'm going to take you through my skincare routine- "

george lifted his head and cut in, "her skin's perfect already, by the way. just letting you know."

"george."

"she's glowing. this is unnecessary."

you turned your head just enough to give him a look. "babe, i love you. but i will eject you from the bathroom."

he smirked, eyes twinkling. "but i'm warm."

"and needy."

"and yours."

you groaned into a smile. "ok, ok, you can stay. just- can you stop kissing my neck while i'm trying to cleanse, please?"

"never, my love."

the camera caught everything - the blush creeping into your cheeks, the way george pressed a gentle kiss on the back of your ear, and the quiet smile that tugged at your lips even as you tried to get back on track.

you raised a cleanser bottle to the lens after washing off your face. "as i was saying before, this is the cerave hydrating cleanser - classic, boring, but she never lets me down. i use this every morning, preferably without distraction- "

george kissed your shoulder again, loud and on purpose. you tried not to laugh.

" -but clearly that's too much to ask."

the shot lingered for a few seconds as you both stood there, his arms around you, your body leaning back into him like muscle memory. the kind of moment that didn't need editing - soft, real, and so clearly yours.

he kissed your shoulder softly and mumbled, "i don't want to be known as a smelly boyfriend on the internet, so lemme join."

you handed him your other cleanser without a word. he squeezed it into his palm like muscle memory. you brushed your teeth together at the sink - him using your strawberry toothpaste, you stealing glances at his bedhead through the mirror. he kept bumping your hip every few seconds, like he couldn't stand not touching you.

"we do our skincare together every morning now", you told the camera, spitting gently into the sink. "it started by accident and then it became a thing. like soft domesticity. but with less aesthetic music and more fart jokes", you chuckled.

back in the bedroom, soft morning light spilled across the floor as you sat at your vanity. the camera was now on a low tripod, capturing you from the waist up, now focused on your hands as you layered your products: serum, moisturiser, then your go-to SPF.

"next up, the ordinary hyaluronic acid for hydration", you narrated, gently pressing it into your skin. "then my holy grail- la roche-posay sunscreen. non-negotiable. even when it's cloudy. even when george says 'we're just going to tesco'."

"and i stand by that", george said from the bed, now lying flat on his stomach, watching you with his chin resting on his crossed arms. "tesco is not a sunburn risk".

"you don't get sunburn", you said. "you're solar-powered".

"exactly. i need the damage."

you laughed, tapping your moisturiser onto your cheeks. "ok. light makeup today. i've got two videos to film, but nothing to heavy. we're going minimal."

you held up your base. "rare beauty skin tint, tiny bit of concealer, cream blush - i want to look like a peach but with just enough coverage to look alive, basically."

"alive and devastating," george said from the bed, stealing your claw clip and twisting into his curls like a crown.

you glance at him in the mirror. "can you not?"

he shrugs. "i'm accessorising. do it for the vlog y'know?"

you paused, tilting your head sideways to look at him. "what are you doing for the vlog?"

"giving them what they came for."

"which is?"

"me. shirtless. holding your lip gloss. whispering sweet nothings while you try to do your eyeliner."

you snorted, shaking your head as you continued on, bouncing your beauty blender along your jawline. george got up and wandered over behind you, his arms lazily slipping around your shoulders. his chin rested in your neck, lips brushing your ear.

"you always look like a peach by the way", he murmured. "sweet. soft. ripe."

i stared deadpan into the camera and let out a soft chuckle. "i live with this by the way."

"you love this. and me."

you shake your head fondly and lean back into him for just a second before nudging him off. "go get dressed. i need to do my mascara and eyeliners without being molested." '

george smirked as he leaned in to kiss your cheek right as you start on your mascara. you flinched with a loud, "GEORGE!"

"i warned you."

"do you want me to go blind?"

"for the vlog", he said seriously, then burst into a laugh. "it's content, babe."

you stare into the lens once again. "if you ever wonder why i never filmed get-ready-with-me videos anymore...this is exactly why. this is my life."

george kisses your cheek again. you let him this time as he leaves to get ready.

after managing your skincare and (mostly) peaceful makeup routine, the video cut to a cozy wide shot of the kitchen. the camera had been placed on the corner counter as the vlog capturing your breakfast moment: you moved in and out of frame making toast, slicing strawberries, lighting the candle you kept by the kettle. as for george, he well pressed up behind you like velcro, arms wrapped around your waist, swaying to lo-fi music playing from the kitchen speaker.

“george. honey, can you give me some space so i can make your toastie before i burn it?” you asks, trying to focus while he kisses the back of your neck.

“nope. never”, he says. “i’m in my golden retriever boyfriend era. you can’t stop me.”

“and by that you mean slow-dancing with me at 9am while i’m making toast?”

he grins against your skin. “exactly. vlog needs romance.”

“guys, if you couldn’t tell by now, george is the clingiest man alive”, you says into the camera, “who doesn’t know how to let go.”

“i let go last night”, he protests. “for like, an hour, while i was streaming with the boys,” he then squeezed your hips that made you yelped loudly.

“you literally texted me mid stream to say you missed me. chat clocked you on that since you couldn’t stop giggling the whole time.”

“and you replied.”

“…yeah.”

before you could even form your next sentence, george shuffled off to the side, pulled two mugs from the shelf and started on coffee.

"no idea what i'm doing," he mumbled quietly.

"yes, you do. you called yourself the coffee king, remember?"

you walked past him to get plates, and he caught your wrist mid-step, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

the camera panned to show the breakfast laid out - toast with almond butter and strawberries, coffee in mismatched mugs, the two of you standing at the counter nibbling quietly while the city hummed outside.

as you stirred your coffee that george had so kindly made, he whispered, “tastes sweeter when it’s shared,” before taking your mug and sipping it himself.

you shot him a look.

“what?” he grinned. “we’re married in everything but name.”

back in the bedroom, you had the camera angled toward your closet while you pulled out hangers and stared at your wardrobe like it personally offended you.

“i don’t know what to wear,” you said into the mic. “we’re going to tesco and then maybe to the market, but like… i want to look cute and not too overdressed.”

george peeked his head in from the door frame while eating the last of your toast. “wear that cute jeans you just bought last week and that hoodie that you keep stealing from me,” he mumbled with a mouth full.

you narrowed your eyes. “first of all, don’t speak with your mouth full of food dude. that’s gross. and secondly, that hoodie is mine now.”

“can you believe she just called me dude?” he baffled and all you could do was letting out a soft laugh before turning around and pecked his lips teasingly.

you picked the outfit he suggested - baby blue denim pants with bows on either side of the ankles, oversized hoodie, your favourite tote - and turned to give the camera a spin. “alright, stylist george in the building but now, we’re heading out.”

the vlog picked up again in the car - you filming soft footage through the passenger window, george driving with one hand on the wheel, the other draped loosely over your thigh.

he kept turning the music for his favourite bits, then turning it down again to point out dogs on the sidewalk or funny billboards.

at one point he looked over and said, “this is perfect.”

you raised a brow at him. “what is?”

he just shrugged. “you. me. groceries.”

in the store, he filmed you pushing the cart, adding random snacks when you weren’t looking, and narrating everything in a fake david attenborough voice. you tried not to laugh. failed.

“here we observe the rare, wild beauty in her natural habitat: near the hummus.”

“oh my gosh, stop.”

you then filmed a bit of the queue while he made up fake names for you under his breath. “tell the cashier you’re from an oat milk dynasty.”

back home, the camera was back on the shelf in the living room. pr boxes were stacked around you like cardboard towers, and you sat cross-legged on the rug with a pair of scissors and zero clue where to begin.

george flopped next to you, took the scissors, and immediately ripped open a box upside-down.

you stared at the pile of packaging peanuts now covering the floor. “seriously?”

“oopsie…!” he said with a grin.

each item became a bit — you showed the lip oil, he tried to apply it and missed your mouth; you lifted out a reed diffuser, he smelled the stick and pretended to faint. it was chaotic, but warm.

“this one’s vanilla. this one’s rose. this one smells like you after a shower.”

“you have to stop saying that,” you said, laughing.

“i’m promoting your brand,” he said innocently.

he passed you a body butter and whispered, “this one’s dangerous.”

you threw packaging at him until he flopped dramatically behind you and pulled you into his lap mid-filming.

the camera transitions in the next clips captured you tidying up the lounge after filing your pr boxes while george followed you around like a shadow. you vacuumed. he flopped onto the couch. you adjusted the cushions. he dramatically laid across them like a 19th-century poet.

“you’re meant to be helping,” you said.

“i am. i’m providing moral support.”

“you’re providing chaos.”

he jumped up and wrapped his arms around your waist again, swaying you side to side.

“alright, alright,” you laughed. “this is our cleaning routine now?”

he kissed the top of your head. “this is our forever routine.”

you rolled your eyes, smiling. “do it for the vlog?”

“do it for you,” he whispered.

as evening settled, you lit candles, filmed soft pans of the fairy lights glowing across the curtain rods, and captured the two of you barefoot in the kitchen again — this time making pasta. you stirred sauce, george grated cheese dramatically over your shoulder, and the camera caught every domestic flicker like you lived inside a movie.

you sat down with bowls in hand, side by side on the couch. george reached for your leg and pulled it across his lap like he always did, the blanket tangled around both of you.

the vlog closed with one final wide shot — the two of you bathed in candlelight, bowls empty on the table, your head resting on his shoulder as the soft sound of a movie played in the background.

george kissed your temple and whispered something you couldn’t hear.

you turned to face the camera one last time and smiled.

“alright,” you said quietly. “i think we’re going to end the vlog here. i hope this felt as soft and cozy to watch as it was to live. if you liked it, let me know below. otherwise, thanks for hanging out with us. good night besties, we’ll see you in the next video!”

you reached over, tapped the camera off, and everything fell into stillness — warm and quiet and golden.

and for the rest of the night, you stayed curled against him, your skin smelling faintly of moisturiser and candle smoke, your heart so full it ached in the best way.

and that was it — soft, quiet, full.

exactly the kind of day you always wanted to remember.

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[honeymilkbeez]

imma crashhhh tf out ... my draft for george's fic didn't save so there will be a delay in my posting ! apologies you all xx

p.s: thank you for all the love and support from ab's fic, more fics coming soon i pinky promise (not if my tumblr being a piece of shit again ...) !!

- love, v xx

[honeymilkbeez]

GIRL OMG THE AB INSTAGRAM WAS SO GOOD I NEED MORE 🤤

thank you <3 i've got a few fics line up ! should be out soon i promise ! xx

[honeymilkbeez]

𝐌𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 | 𝐚.𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

summary : in which ab surprises you with a holiday trip starring : alfie buttle x fem!reader content : established relationship | genre : fluff | warning : none vee’s input : dedicated my first blog to ab in sm!au style. hope you all like it (sorry it's a bit short but more to come soon), and don't forget to reblog! mwah x <3

yourusername: surprised! finally made it out of the grotto chat xxx tagged: alfiebuttle ------------------- ❤️ alfiebuttle, sabinablair_ , and others | 💬 6,825 | ➤ 22,482 ------------------- sabinablair_: omg im so jealous ! hope you're having fun x -> yourusername: sabinablair_ thank you my love! it's absolutely gorgeous here x

livvydimartino: my favourite (minus ab) -> yourusername: livvydimartino i love you wifey <3 -> alfiebuttle: stop flirting with my gf livvydimartino -> livvydimartino: alfiebuttle sorry but we're married, she's my wife xx

taliamar: can ab fight? -> yourusername: taliamar nah i dont think so xx -> alfiebuttle: yourusername excuse you, he absolutely can thank you very much.

faithlouisak: stunning girl xx -> yourusername: faithlouisak thank you queen! miss you and cant wait to see you and little olive soon xx

user: utterly obsessed with you!! where's the stunning dress from? ❤️ -> yourusername: user thank you angel! i got it from ohpolly <3

mollymae: holy mother smoking hot -> yourusername: mollymae you're my girl crush <3

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alfiebuttle: took the missus on a holiday and now she doesn't want to go back to the grotto ... chat am i cooked? tagged: yourusername ------------------- ❤️ yourusername, georgeclarkeey and others | 💬 8,235 | ➤ 24,340 ------------------- yourusername: i'll only agree to go back to the grotto if you let me keep that kitten -> user: yourusername i hope you got your kitty ! -> alfiebuttle: yourusername fine fine you win, now pls can we go back to the grotto, wifey? -> yourusername: alfiebuttle ofc gimpy gimpy perm boy <3 -> alfiebuttle: yourusername i thought you love me ...

georgeclarkeey: ab finally touching grass? -> alfiebuttle: georgeclarkeey i can do a whole lot more than touching grass ;) -> yourusername: georgeclarkeey alfiebuttle you can keep him xx

theburntchip: let her stay, i'll moving into the grotto with you -> alfiebuttle: nah i'm good unc. sabinablair_ he escaped again... -> sabinablair_: alfiebuttle keep him x -> alfiebuttle: sabinablair_ door

user: post the vlog!! -> alfiebuttle: lemme cook first

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alfiebuttle: generational vlog coming soon | yt: ABvloggin tagged: yourusername ------------------- ❤️ yourusername, theburntchip and others | 💬 9,238 | ➤ 18,992 ------------------- yourusername: guys subscribe so he can get me that chanel bag pls xx -> user: yourusername ahahah you're so real queen x -> alfiebuttle: yourusername yo wtf

calfreezzy: can't wait to talk about the yacht story on the podcast -> alfiebuttle: absolutely not happening -> yourusername: calfreezy ahaha can't wait to tell the world about this generational fall x

user: sounds like a bit of a movie you're cooking there x user: yooo family

user: when's the vlog out boss? -> alfiebuttle: editing as we speak

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yourusername: never want to leave this place (also george said you lot better sub to my channel. yt: yourusername - vlog dropping this week) xx tagged: alfiebuttle ------------------- ❤️ alfiebuttle, taliamar, and others | 💬 4,591 | ➤ 13,297 -------------------

user: SHES SO FIT WTF -> yourusername: user thank you xx

user: you're so fine, marry me instead user: jealous of u user: that tan and ur bodyyy omfgggg user: not george having fomo xx user: shes dropping a vlog whilst on holiday, what a queen x

faithlouisak: my wifeyyyy so hott -> yourusername: faithlouisak i love you myyyyyy wifey for life <3 -> alfiebuttle: how many goddamn wives do you have? yourusername

myamills: i need to know how many kinis did you packed ahaha x -> yourusername: apparently not enough for a 2 weeks trip xx

glambyflo: what a woman glambyflo: my gorgeous gorgeous bestie xx -> yourusername: glambyflo i luv u bby xx

bambinobecky: oh my lawwwd get on my bed rn x -> yourusername: bambinobecky omw hunnie xx -> alfiebuttle: yourusername did i just lost my gf to becky wtf

yourusername: meet little sweet boy myko (named after mykonos) - our new member of the family <3 tagged: alfiebuttle ------------------- ❤️ faithlouisak, chrismd10 and others | 💬 7,484 | ➤ 20,521 ------------------- faithlouisak: oh my sweet, how adorableeeee!!! -> yourusername: faithlouisak i'll bring him to london next time so you can meet him! he's an absolute sweetheart! -> alfiebuttle: faithlouisak you can keep him

theburntchip: happy wife, happy life, right? alfiebuttle -> alfiebuttle: yes unc

chrismd10: i'm stealing your cat btw -> yourusername: don't be upset just because shannon took smudge away from you -> chrismd10: yourusername you're evil y/n -> georgeclarkeey: yourusername pls he still has a photo of smudge's in his room ahahaha -> alfiebuttle: chrismd10 good luck with that mate ahaha

bambinobecky: is it too early for another cat yet? -> alfiebuttle: don't encourage her (she's already looking at adoption shelters...) -> yourusername: bambinobecky never too earlyyy ahaha!!

alfiebuttle: cutie patootie -> yourusername: alfiebuttle soooo you do like him huh? -> alfiebuttle: yourusername he's alright i guess

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YOUTUBE - ABVloggin just posted a new video !

ABVloggin : AB unlocked a new sidequest in Greece with yourusername 221K views | 1 day ago 265 comments -------------------

user: yooo family user: generational vlog from gimpy gimpy perm boy user: we need more yourusername in your vlog ❤️ by ABVloggin user: top 3 ab's vlogs for sureeee (thanks to y/n) yourusername: you cut out the clip of you falling down the stairs off the yacht?! • ABVloggin: the world will never see that.

YOUTUBE - yourusername just posted a new video !

YOURUSERNAME : TRAVELING TO GREECE FOR THE FIRST TIME 🇬🇷 ft. AB 190K views | 1 day ago 135 comments -------------------

📌 pinned by yourusername ABVloggin: i can't believe you kept that clip in smh • yourusername: the world deserves to see that ;) user: y/n's vlogs are top notch. soo aesthetically pleasing, relaxing and therapeutic! her vlogs are so well edited! ❤️ by yourusername user: i've been waiting for this vlog ! user: 9:22 when ab fell down the stairs omfg i'm dyinggggg ❤️ by yourusername user: she is actually living the dream for real user: we need more vlogs asap pls ! • yourusername: they're coming i promise !