#Neve baby I’m so sorry

[biowho]

[sarafangirlart]

Imagine being so gooner brained you sexualize HOSPITAL GOWNS

[muffinpink02]

alexia smut on the beach based on her latest IG post? 🥺🥺🥺

You can’t just give me puppy eyes and think I’m going to write an alexia smut beach fic..

Just a little short one….

I haven’t read this back, sorry if theres mistakes. Someone give me a name for this.

Warning - smut 18

Alexia stretched next to you as the sun started to set. You smiled at the uneven tan lines that painted her skin, her arms 10 shades darker than the rest of her body.

You looked over at the clear blue sea as it slowly stroked the gold sand. You were both finally on a break from the season, and both agreed you needed to have a holiday. And Mexico was the place.

You laid on your back, your Oakley glasses sat on your nose as you closed your eye inhaling the sea air. You had just started to doze off, when you felt soft lips at your neck. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face as you felt your girlfriend’s familiar lips on your skin.

“You’ve got a nice tan.” She whispered.

You opened your eyes, raising the sun glasses to your forehead. Alexia’s own hazel eyes looked like gold orbs as the pink sky kissed her face, she looked so beautiful. And she also looked horny.

Her gold orbs scanned your body, smiling to herself as she started to trace her finger tip on your thigh, dangerously close to your sex.

“Can I help you there?” You quirked your eyebrow.

“You can. I want these off.” She started to tug the string that held your underwear together.

“Ale. We’re on a public beach.” You chuckled.

“So? No one’s here.” Her teeth came into play as she kissed your neck, making you gasp.

She was right, the beach wasn’t that busy all day and now it seemed like it was only you and the Spaniard that remained.

“Come on baby. I’ve had to watch you in this tiny bikini all day. Et vull.”

You felt your clit starting to wake up as her fingers tickled your sensitive thighs, edging at the line of the fabric. She didn’t need to convince you much more. You looked around the beach once more, making sure you were alone and someone wasn’t about to catch you and your girlfriend getting down and dirty.

“Take them off.” You urged.

You laughed as Alexia’s face turned to excitement, easily pulling the string at your bikini, opening it up on one side. Alexia easily moved between your legs, kissing your thighs where her fingers had just sat, your hand automatically stroking at her hair.

You felt the air hit your already wet lips, making your skin prickle with goosebumps, but the cold air was replaced by Alexia’s warm lips on your sex.

“Fuck.” You gasped.

Her tongue stroked gently at your velvet folds, her mouth instantly making your body melt. Your fingers continued to stroke at her hair as her lips sucked on your clit. You could feel your bundle of nerves between her lips, while her tongue flicked and stoked.

You looked around the beach once more, making sure you were definitely alone, you were happy enough not seeing another soul. You sighed as your body began to relax, your hand wrapped around her pony tail, gently grinding your hips into her face.

She moaned at your movements, her hazel eyes gazing up at you, you bit your lip as she pulled back, you saw your essence gleaming on her chin and lips. She looked so fucking good, especially when she was between your legs.

You pushed her head back, your core was throbbing almost painfully, you needed her mouth back on you. She gladly licked back through your now wet folds, moaning as your familiar flavour dripped down her throat.

You started to groan, your hips began to buck hard against the blondes mouth, pushing her closer needing to feel her all over your sensitive flesh. You already felt your orgasm building, you looked down once more, Alexia’s head was bobbing between your legs, your hand still had a hold on her pony tail, making her work against you.

Then you felt it, your orgasm started to storm through your body. Your breath began to hitch in your chest, the heated sensation swelled and crashed through your neves. Alexia could feel your clit throbbing in her mouth. She hummed as her head was pushed closer, she nearly found it hard to breathe, but with the desperate way you moaned and called her name she wasn’t about to stop. Especially as your juices leaked on her tongue.

Your hips started to slow as your body relaxed, her tongue gently pressed against your clit, loving the way it still throbbed and twitched. You pulled her up by her pony, your wetness was all over her chin and lips, even the tip of her nose.

“Wow.” You breathed out.

Even though her face was smeared with your juices, and her neat pony was now a mess she never looked more beautiful. The pink and purple sky sat behind her like a splash painting, making the whole, probably illegal act even more breathtaking.

Alexia smiled at you. “Si. Wow.” She kissed your stomach, creeping up your body until she reached your face, pushing her tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t stop the groan as you tasted yourself, you never got tired of tasting yourself on the girls mouth.

She pulled back her eyes roaming your face.

“Marry me.”

[oncasette]

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

KINKTOBER ACT I, ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: 3.1k

“Your fucking muse? You ask. You shove the top photo directly in his face. It’s a picture of you in your underwear as seen through your bedroom window, hands in the process of unhooking your bra. 

“What can I say, baby. I told you I’d thought about this for a long time.”

or the one where ethan saves you from a creep after you lock yourself out of your dorm. or so you think.

warnings: not beta’d, smut, stalking, unprotected sex, dub-con, unsolicited pictures

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Ethan hadn’t noticed you. At first. You’d had at least one class together every semester since freshman year, being in the same major and all, and yet it's taken him until now to take note of you. True, crude, unfiltered, awareness.

Sure, he’d known about you, the same way he knew about all the other girls on campus. He could match a face to a name and hold a casual conversation with you without feeling the need to ask the same three questions that always seem to be on the tip of everyone’s tongue. 

But now. Now, he knows you. He knows how you shift in your seat when you get called on to answer a question, despite the fact that you’d raised your hand in the first place, the lavender and mint of your shampoo that he could easily catch a whiff of if he leaned forward in his seat just ever so slightly, the way your skin prickles with goosebumps when you change into your pajamas after a shower–you should really learn to close your blinds, living on the second floor of your dorm complex and all. 

Your front door clicks shut before you think to check your pockets for your ID. 

“Shit,” you mumble as you jiggle the locked door handle. The only time you ever took it out of the pocket in your phone case was when you were trying to order something from the bookstore online and needed your student ID number, and, of course, you’d forgotten to stuff it back into the damn thing when you’d finished. 

“Locked out?” says a barely cognisant male voice from behind you. 

“Sorry?” you spit, spinning around in a huff in the wake of your disappointment. 

“Did you lock yourself out?” he asks again with a stifled laugh under his tone. You barely recognize the boy, only having stumbled past him once or twice in your haste to get back to your dorm to study. Figures that he’d end up being just across the hall from you. And much cuter up close. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you sputter, your immediate anger diffusing into slight annoyance. “Thought my ID was in my wallet, and as soon as I went to double check… you know.”

“Oh, yeah. Sucks when that happens,” he says. “‘S your roommate out?”

The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you have to remind yourself he’s just being polite. 

“She’s got class,” you swallow. He nods. You feel the need to elaborate. “O Chem.”

“You’ve got yourself a smarty pants on your hands, huh.” He steps closer and your breath hitches at the back of your throat. “Bet you’re smarter though.”

His mouth quirks as he boxes you in, back nearly pressed to the door of your room. “Oh, uh,” a dry chuckle. “I don’t know about that, she’s a pharmacy major and everything and all I do all day is learn about finances and the economy, so.”

Your neighbor had lost his sweet-boy charm in the few feet he’d breached, his jaw sharper and eyes darker in the fluorescence. 

“I’ve really gotta get going-”

“Without your key?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m meeting someone just downstairs and I can always just text my roommate to let me in later-” he cuts you off again. 

“I’m sure they can wait for a couple minutes,” he says. His aftershave burns your nostrils. 

“Look, I’m already running late-”

A voice you don’t recognize calls your name from down the hall. Your head snaps, alerted to the sound. Squinting your eyes, you try to identify your anonymous hero. 

“Hey,” the curly haired boy says as he approaches the two of you. “Are you ready to go yet? I tried texting when I got here, but I never got a response.”

“This is the friend you were waiting on?” the blond guy asks. He pulls his shoulders back, gaining back the inch he’d lost when he’d cornered you in. 

“Ethan,” the new boy sticks his hand out to shake the other guy’s hand, only to be met with a scoff as he shoves his hands into his pockets. 

“Didn’t mention you were meeting up with your boyfriend,” he sneers. 

“First date,” you choke out with a dry throat, hoping that the notion of another guy in the picture would get him to leave you alone, and hating the fact that it was probably going to work. Ethan slides closer to you and you can feel your hands start to shake as the guy shakes his head in disappointment. 

“Whatever, man,” he says. He turns and scans into his room, leaving you to exhale a breath you’d been holding in tight. 

“He was interesting,” Ethan says, curls bouncing as spins to face you. 

Humming, you draw your lips together in a tight line. You watch as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other as you thumb the wallet on the back of your phone case, subconsciously counting the cards there only to remember why you’d been stuck out in the hall in the first place. 

“Do you have somewhere to be?” he asks. 

“Well,” you start. “I was gonna go get some dinner, but with my ID being held hostage in my room…”

Ethan clears his throat before saying, “I, uh- I live on the next floor up if you wanted to hang out in my room until your roommate gets back.”

You’d think after the last guy had tried getting you into his place. 

“Yeah, you know what, sure. That’d be nice,” you shrug, offering him a tight lipped smile before he led you toward the open spiral stairwell in the complex that led to all of the floors. As the two of you make your short journey up the flight of stairs, Ethan can’t help but to ramble on about how he’d stumbled upon your predicament for the four minutes it takes to climb the stairs. 

“I wasn’t eavesdropping, swear to god, but he was just being so creepy, you know. I could hear him growling from the stairs,” he says once you reach the third floor. 

“No, I’m totally glad you were eavesdropping,” you laugh. Ethan holds his phone up to the door, unlocking it with the ID shoved into his wallet before holding it open for you to enter before him. 

“Chad’s at the Pike party right now, so make yourself comfortable wherever,” he says as he shrugs his zip-up off to toss over his desk chair leaving him in a black t-shirt hugging his biceps in a way that has you swallowing saliva. 

“Chad?” you ask. 

“My roommate.”

“Ah,” you hum, settling yourself in the middle of the room before Ethan pipes up again. 

“The left bed’s mine if you want to sit,” he offers. “Do you want something to drink?”

He’s got a plaid bedspread and probably navy sheets, but you climb up to sit on it nonetheless. 

“Sure, what you got?”

He lists off the few sodas they have, the case of Busch, and the single already opened bottle of water that’d been in there since they’d moved in. 

“I’ve got a case of seltzer in the fridge under my bed, too, if you want that,” he winces at his options. 

It’s a Friday night, what have you got to lose. “I’ll take a seltzer.” 

You try to ignore the way the hair on the back of your neck stands up as he moves closer, kneeling beside the bed to dig in the mini fridge stashed there. He comes back up with two cans in hand, extending one out for you to take from him. The can seems to condensate in the heat of your hand as soon as you grab it. 

Before you have a chance to pop the tab, Ethan climbs in beside you leaving a little less than a foot of distance between the two of you despite his twin being an XL. His knee bends until it knocks against yours with a soft sorry mumbled out but no attempt to move it. He opens his drink and haphazardly taps the top of it against your own unopened can with a, “Cheers.”

 “To?”

“Not being around that creep anymore?” he offers. 

Nodding, you open the can and tap it back against his, “Fucking cheers.”

Taking a sip, you wince. Your body had not been prepared for alcohol, and whatever seltzer he had sure tasted like a hell of a lot of it. It’s quiet for a while, the start of various questions and conversations settling on the tip of your tongue as try to quell the awkward silence that’s overtaken you. Ethan’s familiar in a way you’re not entirely sure how to grasp. Something about his presence has the back of your brain buzzing. When the can in your hand is nearly empty, you manage to get words out of your mouth. 

“Thanks for the help and everything, and really I mean, thank you, but how the fuck do you know me?” you finally settle on. “I mean you knew my name before you even came over and I just… you know?”

“We have stats together,” he says, stuttering and quirking the end of the statement into more a question than a declaration. Your brain seems to stutter for a second, trying and failing to place him. Until. 

“Right! Right, oh my god! You’re the cute guy that sits behind me,” you say seconds before slapping a hand over your mouth.

“Cute?” he asks.

“Unfortunately, very.”

“What’s so unfortunate about my cuteness?” His eyes grow hazier, more lidded. He shifts closer forcing your breath to hitch in the back of your throat. Tipping back the last of your drink, you crush the can out of habit and set it onto his nightstand. The already small counter space is cluttered with various trinkets and electronics before you can find a space to set your drink down. The polaroid camera catches your eye. 

“You have a polaroid?” you ask, leaning over further to snatch it off the edge and hold it up to your eye. He offers you a short hum in response. “What do you take pictures of?”

“I’ve got a specific muse,” he replies. 

“Care to share?” you ask as you lower the camera from your face only to find him much closer than you expected him to be. Closer than he had been just a moment ago, close enough to smell the cologne stuck to his shirt and see the faded pink of a scar against his jaw. He shakes his head slowly as he removes the camera from your limp fingers and places it back on the nightstand, tossing his own empty can onto the floor beside the bed. The way he leans forward has you leaning back. He leads you to drop your head back onto his pillow and your legs shift until you’re entirely situated beneath him. There’s still space between you, a couple inches at best, as his hands find solace beside your shoulders. 

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers and you feel your face heat up in response. 

“Thank you,” you reply, tongue dry. What was in the air tonight? You’d just been relieved from one guy trying to drag you into his bed only to be pushed into another. Still, with the way your heart was racing, you weren’t sure this situation was entirely the same. 

“You’re welcome,” he sighs. You can feel the way his hand twitches and flexes at your side. 

You’re not sure who makes the first move after that. One moment you’re laying there, noses nearly touching as his breath fans over your face, and the next his lips are on yours and his tongue is in your mouth. The hand that had been fluttering at your side now pressed hard into your waist, thumb pushing up the fabric of your top until it met bare skin. 

His name is hazy in your head. You barely conjure it up, having to filter through a couple variations of Edward and Eric and Elliot before you manage out a weak gasp of, “Ethan” against his lips. 

His hand continues to push up until your shirt has been bunched up at your chest. He pulled back just enough to be able to look at his handiwork. Your heaved as the edges of his fingers worked up under the wire of your bra. The chill of his hand left goosebumps in its wake. 

Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion as he lifts you just enough to get your shirt up over your head and to unclasp the back of your bra, leaving you bare beneath him. Not for long, though, as he sits up fully and reaches up to tug his own shirt over his head seconds after he’s got yours tossed down to the floor. 

“God, you have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” he groans, palms flat against your ribs. 

“You think about me?” you ask, head quirked to the side as you try not to trace his abs with your tongue. Who knew the cute nerd in your stats class had all of this going on for him. 

“All the fucking time,” he says. It’s a comment that should have you running for the hills, logically, coming from a guy you barely know. A guy you don’t know. But he’s already got you half-dressed and in his bed and you can’t bring yourself to pull away. 

You hook your fingers into the hem of his sweats only for him to cover them with his own as you tug them down his legs. You do your best not to gape at the size of him. God, you think, is there any part of him you don’t want to lick? It takes him a second of shuffling and kicking, but as soon as his pants hit the floor his hands are back on you. 

“Condom?” you gasp. His right hand trails down your chest, your stomach, and you think he’s going to stop at the band of your leggings, but it keeps going until you can feel him cupping against your clothed pussy. He nods absentmindedly. Your hips jump as soon as his thumb presses into your clit. Even with the dull pressure, it’s enough to send a shiver up your spine. 

“Condom, Ethan, please,” you whine. 

“Fuck,” he says as he pulls himself from his daze. “You don’t want me to…” 

“No, please,” you whimper. “Want you.”

He throws open the drawer in his nightstand, leaving the contents open as he grabs an unopened box. The box tears–practically in half–and the three rolls land on your stomach. 

“Do you want me to get that for you?” you ask with a giggle. 

“No, fuck, no. I got it,” he grumbles, tearing a single condom off and pushing the rest onto the pile of clothes you’d conjured together. 

“You sure?” His hands are shaking as he finally rips open the package, but they seem to steady once he’s got it rolled down onto his cock. 

As soon as he’s got it on, though, he’s ripping your leggings down your legs. His thumb finds your clit again, barely ghosting over it in slow, tight circles as his free hand lines his dick up with your slit. 

“Christ, you’re tight,” he groans, just barely notching the head. He pushes in slowly, jaw clenched, head dropped against your shoulder until he’s bottomed out. You nearly sob when you feel his pelvis press against yours. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this full in your life. You’re a little surprised he hadn’t ripped you in half, if you’re being honest with yourself. 

He bites down on your shoulder as you feel his hips begin to pull back. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby, fuck,” he says. Where his thumb had stalled movement–not that you’d been able to really notice–it picks back up again, harder this time. Your eyes roll back in your head as Ethan’s mumblings pick up. So pretty, so perfect, better than I had imagined. 

He’s already pulsing inside of you, twitching against your walls as he begins to pick up speed. His teeth nip at the sides of your neck, likely leaving marks you’ll have a hell of a time explaining to your roommate later, and his tongue laves at your pulse point. 

Heat begins to build in your belly. It’s faster than you expected, a symptom of the alcohol, you think. 

“Ethan,” you whimper. 

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, eyes screwed tight as his pace begins to stutter. 

“I’m so close.”

“Already? ‘Ve just started with you,” he sighs as if he wasn’t about to break skin on your neck. 

“Please, please, I’m so close,” you beg. 

“Oh, god,” he seethes. “I’m gonna cum.”

You bring a hand up to brush his curls away from his forehead and a bead of sweat drips down the side of his face. 

“I want you to cum first,” he says. “Before I- before I do.”

With the way he’s working, you don’t think you’ve got much of a choice. Nodding, you bring your hand down to rest at the back of his neck, tugging his face down so that your lips met. You don’t even have time to warn him before you’re clamping down on him, pussy fluttering as your orgasm washes over you and leaves you hazy. Ethan’s hips stall at one final push in and you can feel the heat of his cum through the latex. 

He pulls back, pressing one brief final peck to your lips before he leans back enough to remove his softening cock from you, the both of you wincing as he does so. He mumbles a soft, “I know” as he goes, rolling the condom off and tying the end to toss it in the trashcan beside the nightstand. 

With an elongated sigh, he drops himself onto the bed beside you leaving you to shiver in the new chill hitting your bare skin.

You’re not even trying to snoop as you look around at his nightstand, eyes naturally gliding over the still open drawer of junk when the stack of pictures shoved in the corner catch your eye. It takes a second to really see what it is as the polaroids are covered in a thick translucent goop, but you can’t help but pick them up when it clicks in your brain. 

“What the fuck are these?” you gasp, holding them up enough for Ethan to look at them. 

“What?” he asks, still loopy from his orgasm. 

“Your fucking muse? You ask. You shove the top photo directly in his face. It’s a picture of you in your underwear as seen through your bedroom window, hands in the process of unhooking your bra. 

“What can I say, baby. I told you I’d thought about this for a long time.”

[elsfairy]

OMG OMG ok so like what if sev like was dealing with a really drunk reader and (when you say things when your drunk their sober thoughts) SO LIKE reader is saying all these nice things about Sevika and how much they want her baby’s and get married to her and how drop dead gorgeous she really is while laying in her bed and then at the end reader climbs on top of sev and raps their arms around her neck nuzzling their head into the crook of her neck. And whispers to her “I really mean all of this cause Ik you think I’m only saying it cause I’m sooooooo tipsyyyy *giggle* goodnight sevyyyy” and they like pass out. I wonder how sev would react. I was wondering if you could write this thought I have into like scenarios or a fanfic if not that’s totally fine I completely understand YOUR WRITINGS ARE AMAZING I LOVE THEM 💗💗💗💗 sending lots of loveee to youuu hun!

a/n: I love love love love this pls 😭 i would have done modern!sevika but.... also, sorry this is taking so long to get out, im not okay mentally, and the amount of times I have redone this bc it sucked makes me sick. slightly tweaked some stuff but it's there i swear. Idk how i feel about this i won't lie. ilysm w/c: 1.1k

───── LIQUORED UP

First of all, out of the two, Sevika can handle her alcohol so much better than you. So after a few glasses of whatever you had chosen to drink, you're already giggly and hammered by her side, mumbling out random sentences that make no sense but, you're happy, she can see you're happy and enjoying yourself.

"C'mon Sweetheart, drink some water then we can go home yeah? That's it, gotta take care of my girl"

You're extra clingy whenever you drink, so even though you were drunk out of your mind, you both knew it was going to take a little longer to leave the bar, and go home. she's protective of you anyway, but knowing you're drunk she's more protective, holding you close to her, keeping her hand on your lower back. although if you can barely stand, then she's carrying you in her strong arms. (yummy)

You know when a kid likes to run off because they've seen something that makes them happy? You're like that, all excited and gushy about everything, so she has to make sure to hold onto you just a little tighter, pushing people away just to be able to get you out the bar, and on the right path to your home. she could literally lose you amongst people so she needs to take extra precaution.

"Vika, don't wanna move.."

"Hey, i know, but won't it feel good to get home and be warm? it's not that much further"

I can imagine the slow walk home, she's holding you up and guiding you the whole way. chuckling but smiling at how much you're stumbling, obviously she won't let you fall but she just thinks it's cute :( and the way you're rambling about stuff that still makes no sense? girl got it bad for you.

drunk as hell, giggly as fuck but to her you looked so free and so beautiful. sure your makeup was now ruined because of how much you laughed and the tears staining your now rosy cheeks from crying because you had laughed so much, so hard but she's never seen you be such a free spirit in this world. you were truly the definition of perfection.

it wasn't long until she had taken it upon herself to carry you the rest of the way home like she did every time you got drunk. worried you'd end up falling and severely hurting yourself. it was like having your guardian angel. she truly did protect you, even more in a vulnerable state. "you're so strong, Vika.." You'd mutter, giggling into the skin of her neck, oblivious to the sudden heat rising there.

"yeah? does it impress you, Sweet?"

"mhm, all the time.."

it was a gentlewoman thing she did, she will neve lets you untie or take off your own shoes. that was her job, and always do things for you when you weren't completely 100% there. your drunk brain had you swaying, hand on her broad shoulder, trying to keep yourself up as she carefully slipped them off your sore feet, shoving them by the door. so gentle and caring towards you. "so kind to me, what would i do without you, Sev?"

"sleep without me pestering you for a kiss before i go to work every morning is a start. Go and get these clothes off, I'll bring you some water and something to eat, sober you up a little alright?"

the room was cold, too cold for your liking but that was your own fault for leaving the window wide open, knowing Sevika would complain about the chill, still though without a doubt would cuddle you to warm you up. she was so loving towards you, even if you did have days where you were a brat, endlessly annoying the shit out of her. she never shouted at you, or complained, she just loved you and took care of you.

"Hey, got your snacks and water. lemme take your makeup first then you can eat this, and sleep, okay?"

Another thing she did, won't even let you take your own makeup because she simply enjoyed doing that for you. you were also drunk as fuck so you would miss every patch. you watched in awe, watched the way she was quick to rush into the bathroom, coming back seconds later with a damp cloth. "Vika, can i tell you something..?"

She found it amusing you spoke like you were trying to tell her some sort of secret, but shook her head amused anyway. "give me a minute Sweetness, gotta get this off your face. you'll wakeup and cry if i don't"

the movement of the cloth against your face was slow, gentle even. she never rushed this part, she adored the way you looked at her with soft wide eyes, a small pout and overly entranced with her. loved to stroke your face, admiring you. booping your nose, adored the giggle she gained from her action. "You're so beautiful Vika.." you sigh, poking her cheek.

"Me? you should see you, angel"

alcohol made you more tired than usual, so it wasn't a surprise to Sevika when you crawled onto her body, snuggling your face into her neck, that deep blush returning on your face when she pulls you more into her chest. "Vika can i tell you now?"

"Right, of course Sweet"

"Just really want you to know that i think you are so beautiful.. i don't know why you don't accept my compliments or whatever.. but i hope you know that I'm telling the truth.. I'd never lie to you.. you're so pretty.. so pretty i want to cry when someone else looks at you, but i can't blame them.. you're the prettiest of all pretty things.. you wanna know something else? wanna marry you Vika, you make me feel so safe and loved.. you're so kind and gentle with me.. i wanna wake up to know you're my wife.. wanna have children with you.. grow up so they can be strong like you are.. kind like you are.. really want a family with you Vika.. love you so much.."

the abrupt end to your giggle told her your ass somehow quickly fell asleep, head snuggled right in the crook of her neck, your breath fanning her now hot skin. she didn't ignore your compliments, she loved them but she kept it hidden because she's never been told how beautiful she is. until she met you.

her heart was beating way too fast, the heat on her face was oblivious to you in your deep slumber but she felt warm. your words warmed her heart. you have had this feeling and thought for a while? to marry her? you wanted to start a family with her? have children together? the hand on your back halted, and lips grazed your forehead.

"I'd marry and have a family with you in a heartbeat, Sweetheart"

[bright-and-burning]

Would love to hear more about lando young terrified single dad? <3

for you and anon, a snippet:

“Hi?” Neighbor says, voice creaky.

Oscar opens his mouth, unsure what’s going to come out.

“I’m really sorry, but I have an exam in the morning and I need to sleep because if I don’t pass it they’ll kick me out of grad school and I don’t- like, I’m not trying to be a dick, I know you can’t help it or anything but. Just for tonight. Could you maybe—“ Oscar pauses, aware he’s steamrolling without a solution in mind. “I dunno, move the crib away from the window, a bit? Or something?”

His neighbor blinks at him, slow and silent. Oscar grows more uncomfortable by the second. He can go upstairs and play white noise on his laptop, it’ll be fine.

“Actually, neve—“

“Oh my god, you can hear us?” His neighbor says, like he’s just figured out what Oscar’s said.

“Yeah? It’s really no big deal, I can just—“
“I’m so sorry, I thought the walls were thicker, I never hear anyone else, so I assumed…”

He trails off.

“The walls are thick here,” Oscar offers. “I just live directly above you, so when the windows are open, um.”

His neighbor nods. He’s leaning so heavily against the doorframe Oscar’s almost a little worried about what will happen when he stands up.

The baby starts screaming somewhere in the apartment. Like it knew, somehow, that there was a gap in conversation. Oscar hadn’t even realized it had stopped until it started again.

“Fuck, I really thought she’d fallen asleep this time.” He goes to head back in, and then turns back. Oscar’s still standing there, awkwardly. “I’ll take care of it.” He smiles softly at Oscar before another ear-splitting cry has them both wincing. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

The door closes, leaving Oscar in the dark hallway.

He heads back upstairs. Back into his empty studio. It’s quiet now. Thank fuck.

[inthepeakymidwinter]

First Edition (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Y/N loses a family member and comes to stay with old neighborhood friends....The Shelby's. Word Count: 876 TW: Drinking Tags: @theshelbyclan @globetrotter28 --------------------------------------------

My grandfather had passed away shortly during the midst of an industrial revolution. It wasn’t excellent timing, but thankfully I knew the Shelby’s. Their mom was close friends with my mom when we were all young children. I hadn’t seen them in ages as they were always busy with their new betting shop but somehow once my grandfather’s bakery went under after he passed they allowed me to stay with them for a short while. Thomas, the middle child, had offered a place to stay at his newly purchased mansion. I was very grateful for the Shelby’s indeed.

I was sitting in the home library. Sulking in my own sorrow and looking for decent books to read. It was then that I noticed an old favorite of mine ‘Persuasion’ written by Jane Austen. It reminded me of when I was a young teenager in Small Heath, entrapped in a love triangle with the young Thomas Shelby and his younger brother John. Johns happily married now with a lot of children, but Thomas is a widow, and I chose to avoid marriage ever since I was 17 years old. I carried a lot of independence with me and prided myself on it.

As I found myself lost in thought I noticed the door to the library creak open. I turned my head and saw the owner of the house catch my glance with the same chilled stare he gave me once he returned from the war. A lot of people I knew were different after the war, but Thomas Shelby was in his own special category all to himself. I didn’t know what he’d been through. He would never dare to let me in…but I do know that whatever he experienced hit him so hard that I could barely recognize him once he came home.

“Lost in your books again huh Y/n” He teased as I had put the book ‘Persuasion’ back into its place on the book shelf.

“It seems as if it’s the one vice I can’t seem to give up these days…sorry…I didn’t mean to go through your things” I apologized, recognizing that not everything in someone’s home should be touched.

���By all means, Y/n go ahead. These were all my wife’s. She loved reading as much as you did when I first met you, don’t feel bad” Thomas reminisced.

“I’m sorry for your loss” I gave my condolences and all he did was nod in acceptance.  We stood there in silence for a few moments before he walked towards the minibar in the room and poured himself a glass of brown liquor. He cleared his throat, took a sip from his glass, and sat on the leather couch that was conveniently placed in the middle of the room.

“Feel free to take all the books you want Y/n…They’re all first editions” He offered. As blown away as I was by the offer, I couldn’t accept something so priceless.

I smiled and sat next to him on the couch. “I would never do that Mr. Shelby. They’re much too valuable” I told him. He stared deeply into my eyes for a minute until he shifted in his seat and adjusted his posture.

“You know you are still one of the select few of people who still have the privilege to call me by my first name, Y/n” He stated seriously.

I stared into his baby blue eyes for a minute, completely enamored with his beauty until I had to snap out of it. His good looks and charisma still strike me all these years later.

“I wasn’t sure where we stood exactly…after all this time” I mentioned.

“I think you know exactly where we stand” He spoke softly and brought a hand to my cheek, softly caressing my face.

“I’m not the same as I was all these years ago, Thomas” I sighed.

“I’d never dreamed you’d be” He spoke.

“A lot has changed” I frowned and took his hand away from my face as I remembered what happened with my grandpa.   

“I know… I’m sorry” He apologized and sipped his glass.

“I never thought our families would have separated. I thought I’d always spend my days with you, John, and Arthur” I said and held his hand.

“-and I never thought I’d get married to anyone but you” He spoke honestly.

“Why are you doing this, Thomas?” I asked in all sincerity.

He looked at the floor and back up at me. “We’ve both lost people, Y/n. I don’t want to lose you too”.

I nodded my head and stood up from the couch. The thought of Thomas Shelby actually liking me back all these years later was too much for my mind to handle.    “I need to go have a bath…I had a long trip” I spoke softly and shuffled my way out of the room.

“Y/n one more thing” He shouted from across the room. “Yes Thomas?” I spun on my heels and answered his call. “Sleep in my bed tonight…My staff hasn’t finished the guest room yet. I’ll sleep on the couch if you don’t mind” He insisted.

I nodded my head slowly and walked out of the room in a daze. Did he just call me to his bedroom?

[hallahart]

veilguard thoughts pt 2: first couple companion recruitments

I’m losing it. The crossroads memories are ending me. Sad baby side shave solas!!! Short king felassan. Solas fighting elgarnan and doing the hero thing where he’s at the beginning of a hurt/comfort fic hiding his pain. I feast

like this is so much a solas game I cannot even deal, I honestly thought until recently he’d barely be on screen and now THIS!!!

let me meditate in my fish room to chat with the dread wolf at my leisure please

btw interesting detail that his agents just call him Wolf, so presumably Fen? I think Felassan calls him Solas. I’m sorry, GENERAL FELASSAN ! ! !

ILLARIO DELLAMORTE !!!!!!! they cooked with his design. Teia and Viago too. Like hot damn I almost immediately restarted as a crow. Lemme into your polycule

I loved Teia and Viago’s body language in the one scene I saw, very much couples communicating through pointed looks. The facial animations overall are great and I can see the difference with the mocap.

the ossuary, I assumed bones??? And got whales??? A++++

the spite thing is hot. Let’s get that out of the way. However Neve and Lucanis are very flirty and I love companion romances so idk idk. Haven’t met the old man yet.

RIP abusive grandma Caterina I guess loved your cane girl

doesn't that make Lucanis first talon I forget how the crows work

Overall loving the level design, especially the crossroads… is anyone not playing an elf and know if they kept it grey for everyone else? All the nooks and crannies are great fun to explore.

im terrible at combat but spellblade FEELS awesome. Can’t get the parry window down and everything ranged decimates me. That mage boss in the ossuary wrecked me. Must ponder my orb more

varric as my management coach is hilarious I think he hit his head

AND HOW COULD I FORGET Solas’ passive aggressive letter to Elgarnan wowow. Interesting detail that they were both ‘first of the elves’ and the same age, does that mean the first elves were spirits taking bodies? But didn’t solas take a body later at Mythal’s urging? Maybe solas counts his fade birthday. I need to read it again.

[hansensgirl]

‧₊˚. ୨୧ 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭

summary! — it’s hard to keep your hands to yourself when he looks like that.

warnings! — smut, age gap (ari is in his 40s, reader is in 20s), Daddy kink, rough vaginal sex, degradation, dumbification, praise, dirty talk, creampie kink, teasing, sex in a kitchen, public sex/exhibitionism, hand clamped over mouth, dom!ari, pet names (princess, sweetie, baby), mentions of: spanking + jealousy + ransom drysdale + female masturbation, size kink, one (1) spank, panty sniffing, healthy possessiveness?, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

pairings! — dad’s best friend!Ari Levinson x fem!reader.

word count! — 2.7k

author’s note! — this is a very late bday gift for @evansbby i hope you enjoy sweetie!!! 🥰🫶💖💞 love you so so much!! i’m so sorry for the delay!! and thank you so much @sweetlilbambi for helping me come up with this idea!! ilysm bb! 🤍🫶🥹 MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!

taglist — @hansensfics

Ari cuts you a stern look for the millionth time tonight. You carry two plates in your hands and help him clean up the table while others gather their belongings. They praise you for being such a sweet girl, and Ari agrees. 

Well, kind of.

While your manners are impeccable, your behaviour isn’t. Ari is the only one who notices, and you’re thankful for that. The whole night, you’ve been riling him up in ways that make the brutish man blush. He’s had to blame the heat for the pink of his cheeks when asked what’s wrong. 

You brush past him in an effort to put the dishes in the sink, squeezing between the kitchen island and his body. Ari halts his steps, waiting for you to pass first because it’s what’s proper to him. You purposefully brush your ass against his crotch, biting your lip when you feel his hardened cock through his jeans. 

The small bit of friction is relaxing for him, until he remembers that this is your problem that you keep worsening. It takes everything in him not to snap and do something—anything. 

You continue your journey to the sink and pretend like nothing happened, marvelling at how much your little shenanigans have affected him. Clearly, it doesn’t take much for the older man to get riled up. 

There’s a tiny voice in your head that says the complete opposite and even adds something sweet and hopeful. He’s like that because of you. Flashes of proof in the form of memories come up. 

Lingering gazes full of longing, wandering hands that find a home on your body, the saccharine pet names he only calls you. And the jealousy that bubbled and boiled when your father told him about the guy you were seeing—a trust fund playboy who had ghosted you. 

It makes sense, and maybe that’s why you’ve got this sudden burst of confidence.

Ari ushers your family members and their friends out to his backyard, where they continue their jovial get-together under the pink, purple, and orange skies. There’s a swimming pool that’s been cleaned, but you didn’t bring your bathing suit.

“Princess, get me those bottles on the table,” Ari suddenly demands, shutting the sliding glass door behind the white curtains, and spinning around. His voice is deep, gravelly, and commanding. Your body moves before your mind even jumps into action, already succumbing to the older man. “Good girl. Thanks.”

You clench your thighs at the praise, a phrase he uses far too much. You’ve always found that he hangs back whenever he says it, almost as if he’s waiting for something or probing you for a reaction. You’ve learned to school your expressions, though, unable to forget the time he said it to you and you choked on your saliva.

He met you for the very first time—and it was at a party just like this. Except there were more strangers and you were utterly clueless about your surroundings. Your parents had bragged about some accomplishment of yours when they introduced you to him. As he shook your hand, he congratulated you. 

Then, they somehow felt the need to say you’ve never once acted out too wildly, and your father’s best friend smirked at you. His words are something you’ll never forget—oh really? What a good girl. 

The dark green of the beer bottles and mahogany of the wine go hand in hand. You pick them up by their long mouths and smile at the feel. They’re lighter than they were about half an hour ago, but your wicked habit still surfaces.

Your thumb on your dominant hand comes up to the opening of the beer bottle, and it swirls the parted glass. You make it seem like something you’re mindlessly doing, but Ari can see right through your farce. 

He did the moment you replicated that very same action, sitting across from him as everyone ate. Your insinuation of a handjob made his cock throb—and it still does. Though, he’d never let you tease him like that—he can’t let you continue.

Fed up, Ari grasps the empty bottles and pulls them out of your grasp, throwing them into the garbage can and clenching his jaw as you gasp. You’re shocked at his behaviour—yeah, right. You saw this coming from miles away and he knows that.

The innocent act is sexy, he has to admit. It’s like your short skirts that give the illusion of ingenuity even though anyone can see your most private areas.

When you arrived earlier than he envisioned, you helped him out in the kitchen. Cleaning up his messes as he cooked for twelve people. You bent down when you knew he was looking, making sure he got a good glance at your pink thong and the wet patch on it.

“Are you finished? Hm? Did you have your fill? Or do you still wanna keep goin’?” he questions, placing one hand on the countertop and the other on his hip. One half of his shirt bends where he’s got the buttons undone, showcasing his chest and the hair that covers it. “What are you talking about, Ari? There’s still a huge mess on the table.”

False annoyance and determination (to tidy up) laces your words. Ari gets a hint of it like it’s alcohol in a fucking cake. 

“Don’t play dumb with me, princess,” he grumbles, raising his eyebrows to elicit an answer from you. “I don’t know what you want from me, Ari. I’m just doing the right thing and helping you out,” you tell Ari, not able to look in his direction.

He wants you to admit how much a desperate girl you are—how much of a needy slut you’re being. 

“I haven’t even got you on my cock yet, and you don’t know a damn thing already. Actin’ like you weren’t behaving like a whore during dinner. You were rubbin’ on my cock and giving me those ‘fuck me’ eyes all night long.”

The older man isn’t wrong at all. 

You placed your feet in his lap and fiddled with his cock, rubbing up and down while you stuffed your face with your favourite foods.

“How about we skip to the part where you admit you want a man nearly twice your age to fuck you, baby?” he questions, snapping you out of your thoughts. Any retort you were ready with dies away, wilting like a flower under poor conditions. “I know that cunt is begging to be filled.”

With his words, your pussy clenches. Your panties are drenched and have turned into a darker shade at the crotch.

Ari stalks towards you, though it takes only a few strides for him to reach you. You crane your neck to look up at him, his tall height causing him to tower over you. “Please, Daddy?” you quietly murmur, and you watch as his face hardens.

“Oh, now you wanna be my good girl? You’re lucky everyone’s still here, sweetie. I would put you over my knee and spank that cute ass of yours ‘till you’re crying,” Ari tells you, and you have a feeling he’ll do exactly that when you get a moment of privacy with him. “I’d make you count ‘em all, too.”

You whimper at the thought of him landing smacks on your ass and demanding you to count each one and thank him as well. Ari’s hands look heavy yet soothing, and he doesn’t seem like a man who takes misbehaviour lightly.

With a sudden surge of courage, you reach up on your tippy toes and grab the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss. Though you start it, he quickly takes over. Biting, licking, kissing—he makes out with you in an unforgettable way. 

The older man claims your mouth and his hands do the same to your body. They grip your hips and bring you close to Ari, his engorged member rubbing against your stomach. Now, it feels as though it’s more intimidating than it was when you first touched it.

But it makes sense—a man of his size must be large all over. His grip is used for selfish reasons—he moves in tandem with you, grinding against your body for a moment’s relief. Eventually, you pull away when the ache between your legs turns unbearable. “N– Need your cock, Daddy,” you tell him, reaching down to palm it. Ari quickly pulls away before he gently moves you.

You’re bent over one of the countertops with the older man’s hands still on your hips. The cold surface is soothing against your hot skin, but it doesn’t quell the throbbing of your cunt. “So slutty… Daddy’ll fuck you like the whore you are, princess. Don’t worry,” he reassures you, flipping up the skirt of your dress.

Your pebbled nipples make contact with the marble as you pull down the top of your dress. You wiggle your ass and Ari lands a spank on it, making you let out a loud cry. “Shhh… You gotta be quiet, sweetie. We don’t wanna get caught, right?” he quietly tells you, and you nod your head.

He pulls down your panties and admires the glistening of your cunt. He brings the soaked fabric up to his face and draws in a sniff, falling in love with your carnal scent. “Shit, you smell so damn good, baby. And you’re drippin’, too. S’that all for me?” Ari questions, pocketing the pink cloth.

Nodding your head, you whimper and clench around nothing. “Mhm, all for you, Daddy! No one else,” you say, your voice more pathetic than it usually is. Ari, ever the possessive man, lets out a groan at your words. “Good girl.”

The zipper of his jeans is dragged down, the sound ripping through the air and waking up the butterflies in your stomach. They flutter and fly and leave you all ticklish. “Y’know, I should stretch this pretty cunt out—but gosh, s’just beggin’ to be bullied, baby. Gonna let Daddy ruin your little fuckhole?” 

Immediately, you agree. In fact—you beg for it. “Mhm—please, Daddy? Need you to make me take it,” you tell Ari, and your words make him moan. You can feel the heavy mushroom tip against your opening, collecting your slick, giving you a teasing slap, and letting it catch. “You better take all of this dick, sweetie.”

With his demand, he pushes in. The stretch is delicious as Ari sheathes his entire cock inside of your wet pussy. He grazes your g-spot and fits snug, right up to your cervix. Your nails scratch the countertop as you adjust to his massive length and the intense pleasure. 

Moans leave your mouth continuously as Ari begins to test the waters with shallow thrusts—growing addicted to the feel of your cunt. “Best pussy I’ve ever had, baby. I’m not letting you go after this,” the older man promises, and you simply whine. 

He begins to fuck you, pushing in and pulling out of your tightness. His cock shines with your arousal and your noises grow louder. “Good girl—such a good girl for Daddy. You’re takin’ it like a champ, sweetie,” Ari coos, but you’re speechless. 

The sensations that course through your body are ones you know you won’t be able to recreate with your dad’s best friend. Each stroke leaves you nearly-trembling, his cock brushing against your g-spot as he kisses your cervix. 

Ari’s balls slap against your clit and your body jerks forward as he pounds into you relentlessly. “Feelin’ good, baby?” he questions, leaning over you. His chest presses against your back and his mouth is right by your ear. “Uh-huh, uh-huh.”

As he pummels into your pussy, he laughs. The chuckle is low and gravelly, one you’ve heard many times. “Already fucked stupid? How cute. It’s okay, baby. Sluts like you are meant to get fucked—not to think,” Ari husks, and his words have you suddenly clenching around him.

He curses at your grip, and does so again when you let out a wail of pleasure. Immediately, one of his large, warm hands comes up to your face. It clamps over your mouth and muffles your moans, whimpers, and whines. 

“Remember? We can’t get caught, princess,” he reminds you. Behind his palm, you don’t stifle your noises as much as you were before. “Are you gonna come, baby?” Ari questions, noting your little reactions. 

Your furrowed eyebrows, your cunt squeezing his cock, your pornographic sounds, and so much more. “Yeah? Gonna soak my fat cock already? Go ahead, slut,” he smirks, finishing his sentence with a series of dizzying thrusts. 

Your eyes roll back as you suddenly hit your climax, pussy gushing around your dad’s best friend’s cock—just like you’ve fantasised about. “That’s it, good girl. Make a mess on this dick, baby. I gotcha,” he soothes, fucking you through your orgasm.

Aftershocks travel through your body as your limbs twitch and shake from the intensity. Ari’s hand soaks up each of your pornographic moans while he stretches out your drooling fuckhole. The grip of your pussy is as tight as a fist, and Ari knows he won’t last as long as he wants to.

It’s not because he finishes quickly—it’s because you feel so damn good, and he can’t risk getting caught any longer.

Eventually, you ride out your release and Ari is determined to swiftly bring you to another orgasm. “You fuckin’ love this, don’t you, baby? Gettin’ fucked by a man twice your age and your size.” The mention of the two differences has you wanting to bite your lip, but you can’t. 

His lotion-scented palm is flat against your mouth, and you’re grateful for it. Never in your life have you ever been fucked so good. You hum as best as you can and Ari returns a laugh of pride and knowing. 

“That’s right, sweetie. Bet I already ruined you for other men, hm? This pussy was built for my cock, so you better not touch it without Daddy’s permission,” he warns, and you nod your head. Ari pulls his hand away, the other one petting the back of your head. “Lemme hear it, baby. Tell Daddy you’ll be his good girl from now on.”

“I– I’m your good girl, Daddy! W– Won’t be bad, promise,” you tell him, trying to keep your voice quiet. But it’s hard when his cock is stroking your walls and bringing you to another orgasm so soon. Your folds are sticky with arousal and so is Ari’s sack. It slaps against your clit each time he pushes forwards. The older man sighs happily, “Good girl.”

You preen beneath the praise and his unseen gaze of adoration. Your dad’s best friend resumes his attempt at not drawing any attention to your sweaty, connected bodies. Ari’s cock is coated in your release and he’s determined to add to the mess. “Gonna soak Daddy’s cock again, baby? Hm? C’mon, Daddy wants to feel this pussy come again.”

When you nod your head, Ari reaches down to where his member is pummeling into you. His rough fingers find your clit, and they begin to rub the little pearl in tight circles. You moan loudly and grind on his cock from the added sensation.

“Takin’ it like a good little slut—fuck. I know you're close baby, soak Daddy’s dick,” he nearly growls, and just a few seconds later, your pussy is spasming around him. Your cunt gushes and your slick drips down to his balls, staining his blue jeans. “Fuck, yeah. Good girl—so good for Daddy.”

You grind back on him as you ride out your orgasm until the pleasure is too much. You let out a wince when Ari slowly and shallowly thrusts, apologising as he tries to bring himself to orgasm without hurting you. “Daddy…” you whine, loving the thought of him using you for his pleasure.

Deep groans resound from Ari’s chest, and he shoves his face further into the crook of your neck as he comes just a few moments after you do. He’s been on edge since you walked in with that skimpy little outfit of yours, but he’ll get his revenge when everyone’s gone away. 

Warmth fills you up and spills past his thickness, ropes of cum shooting out of the older man’s sensitive tip. You shamelessly wiggle your hips, and Ari curses from the feeling. He pulls both hands away and sets the left one on your hip, the right one bracing against the edge of the marble. “Still didn’t fuck the brattiness out of you, did I?”

“Nope. But you love it. Don’t you, Daddy?” 

The look on his face and the throbbing of his cock answer for him.

[mattmurdocksscars]

Back From The Dead Ch. 6

It’s finally here! Chapter 6 is up and live! I really hope yall enjoy this chapter. It’s around 2200 words.

This is officially explicit!! 18+ only!

Warnings: Pregnant Reader, pregnancy related talk, little bit of angst, oral (fem!receiving), little bit of overstimulation. 

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Pregnant!Reader

Time passes strangely after finding out what you’re having. You had reached the halfway point of your pregnancy but the time following that seemed to run simultaneously fast and slow. You’re 25 weeks now and it feels like no time has passed at all. You took your glucose test at 24 weeks and passed it with flying colors, something you were incredibly thankful for. Matt had been confident you would pass it and you were glad he was right.

Speaking of Matt… now that the two of you were together, neither of you even tried to pretend you didn’t want to spend every moment you could together. Matt often met you after work and walked you either to your apartment or his for the evening. You two would share dinner and just spend time together. It was perfect. And even on the nights where one of you was too busy, Matt would at least stop by on his way out to patrol the city. Something you were very grateful for. It gave you a chance to look him over and make sure he was okay before he headed out into the streets.

You would never forget the look on his face when you first felt the baby move. He’d stopped by on his way out to patrol and you were sitting on your couch, just watching TV. You’d invited him in and at first, he had refused saying he needed to head right out. You were getting up to at least sneak a kiss before he left, when it felt like something fluttered in your stomach. You had immediately gasped, and Matt was across from you faster than you could track.

“What? What is it? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” His panic was palpable, and he held his hands out as if to catch you if you fell. The sensation happened again and you suddenly grinned, realizing what was happening.

“Yes, Matt, I’m okay. Just… Just give me your hand.” Matt hesitated before slowly giving you his hand. You had pressed it against your lower abdomen and waited. His entire face had lit up in awe and wonder when the baby moved.

“Is that…?” He whispered, sightless eyes darting around. You smiled softly and nodded.

“Yeah, Matt. That’s our boy moving around.” Matt had spent over an hour at your place, the two of you sitting side by side on the couch with Matt’s hand resting over your stomach. It was a precious moment, one you held close to your heart. It brought you comfort on the harder nights.

Like tonight. You had had a rough day and Matt wasn’t able to come by like usual. He was busy both as a lawyer and as Daredevil. You should have gone to sleep hours ago, but you couldn’t. You didn’t even realize how late it was. Instead, you stood in your kitchen catching up on the dishes. You sang along softly to the radio you had playing and that’s how Matt found you. He’d been heading home from patrol when he’d passed your apartment and realized you were still awake. He quietly pushed up the window and slid into your living room. Cocking his head, he took in the song you were singing and the hitch in your voice and realized you were having a rough night.

“No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her” Your voice cracked at the end and that’s when Matt decided to make his presence known.

“Oh, sweetheart…” Matt said softly. You startled at his presence, turning to face him, and you heard his soft apology as he approached you.

“I’m sorry, angel. I’m so sorry for what I put you through.” Matt breathed out, reaching for you. You let him pull you in, let him lean forward and press his forehead to yours. Only then did you let yourself cry, safe in his embrace. Matt held you the whole time, rocking you back and forth gently. He apologized the entire time. But this time, that wasn’t what you wanted.

“I feel like if we keep hashing this out over and over, we’re never going to move past it. You don’t have to keep apologizing to me.” You whispered. Matt froze against you before cupping your face in his hands.

“Sweetheart, I will apologize every single day if that’s what it takes. Because you deserve to know how sorry I am. You deserve to know that I know how much I messed up. I’d do anything to take back what I did but I can’t, so apologies are what I’ve got.” You sighed, hearing the fervent way Matt spoke and knowing that he was completely serious about apologizing every day.

“Matt, I don’t want that. I just want you. I want to just be with you without this constantly hanging over our heads. I’m going to have some bad days, and unfortunately that’s probably going to get worse as my hormones get worse.” Both of you giggled at that. “But I just want this. With you. I want to be two people who love each other. I don’t want our kid to grow up thinking we don’t or thinking that you’ve done something so terrible that I’ve never forgiven you for it.”

Matt’s breath stutters and you realize that’s the first time you’ve ever said to him that you’ve forgiven him. His sightless eyes dart around, his grip on your face going slack. You know what he needs to hear.

“You’re forgiven, Matt. I forgive you and I love you.” You whisper. Matt drops to his knees, wraps his arms around your waist, and buries his head against your stomach. He shudders, just once, tension draining from his body in an instant.

“Thank you.” It’s muffled against your stomach but there’s no mistaking the words or the emotion behind them. You run your fingers through his hair and do your best to help calm him down. For several minutes, it’s quiet until you try to break the tension with a joke.

“You know… I’ve always liked the way you look on your knees.” You know Matt can hear your smirk in your voice and he chuckles against you before tilting his head back.

“No surprise there. I’m sure it brings back all sorts of memories.” Matt freezes, afraid he’s taken it too far. But instead of it bothering you, it sends a spark of heat directly to your core. He’s one hundred percent right, it brings back all sorts of memories. The two of you haven’t been intimate since getting back together but that doesn’t mean you haven’t thought about it.

Matt takes a deep breath in and groans and you know he’s smelling your arousal.

“Matt…”

“You know, there are other ways I can show how sorry I am.” He purrs, his voice dropping into that sinful tone you know so well. The one that makes your heart race in your chest and heat spread like lightning under your skin. He nuzzles against your abdomen again, pressing a kiss to the swell of your stomach.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to…” You say quietly, trying to rein in the thoughts now racing through your head. Memories of all the times Matt had been in this exact position were battling for your attention and by the way Matt breathed in and groaned again, you were obviously losing.

“I’d never push you into anything you don’t want, sweetheart, but I can smell how much you want this. I want this too. Let me show you how much I missed you and how sorry I am.”

“Okay, Matt. If you’re sure.” At your approval, Matt starts pulling at your sleep pants, tugging them down and off your legs. You pull your shirt off for him when he pushes it up to nuzzle at your slightly swollen abdomen. He presses an achingly soft kiss there before he begins kissing down to your underwear. Once he reaches them, he grabs them with his teeth and playfully snaps them. You yelp then laugh with him.

“Go sit on the couch, sweetheart.” Matt orders softly. Though his voice is quiet, there’s no mistaking the command in his tone so you follow his instructions. Matt gets up and disappears down your hall before coming back with a towel. He places it under you and then settles himself on his knees again. Carefully, he pulls your underwear down and off, tucking them in his back pocket. Then he eases first one leg, then the other, over his shoulders.

And just like that, he has you exactly where he wants you.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. You’re gonna have to tell me when to stop, okay? Cause I’m not going to until you do.” With that as a warning, Matt dives in. You moan, long and loud, at the first swipe of his tongue against your cunt. It had been so long since someone had touched you and it was almost embarrassing how quickly your body reacted.

“Fuck, Matt, please…” Matt sighs softly and leans back in, kitten licking at your clit.

“I missed hearing you beg. Missed hearing you moan and sigh and cry my name. I promise I’ll never leave you again, sweetheart. Never.” Matt buries his head back between your thighs and you cry out as he starts his assault with renewed vigor. It’s like now that he’s made his promise, he needs to prove it to you by giving you an orgasm as quickly as possible. He works smoothly, using every trick he has to push you higher and higher until you come apart with a cry of his name. He drinks down everything you give and just keeps going even after you’ve finished.

“Matt…” You breathe out.

“Told you. You’re gonna have to tell me when to stop.” You gasp as he pulls your clit into his mouth and sucks. You writhe on the couch but Matt has an iron grip on you so you can’t get away from him. Your second orgasm approaches even faster and harder than the second and this time Matt groans with you when you cum.

Time grows fuzzy then. You’re certain it’s been hours since Matt started and yet you feel like no time has passed at all. You’re on your fifth? Maybe sixth orgasm. All you know is Matt has pulled you apart and you’re nothing but putty in his hands.

“Matt… can’t… please…”

“One more, sweetheart. You can give me one more, can’t you?” Matt pulls away from your pussy but doesn’t go far. He presses soft kisses to your right thigh, scraping his teeth over a particularly sensitive spot.

“I-I don’t know, Matt. It’s too much.” Tears of overstimulation well and Matt immediately pulls back.

“Shh, okay, sweetheart. We’re done. I’ve got you.” Matt very carefully picked you up and carried you to your bedroom. “Do you want a bath? Do you want to just get cleaned up? What do you need, sweetheart?”

His earnestness brings a smile to your face, and you bury your head in his neck.

“Can we take a bath? I want you to hold me…” Matt smiled softly and nodded, helping you into the bathroom. He ran the water and once it was warm enough, he got in and helped you in. He let the tub fill around you two and turned it off once the water was high enough. Then he just sat there and held you close, running his fingers over your skin.

“Sorry if I took it too far…” Matt whispered. You could hear the concern in his voice, and you forced yourself to turn enough to press a kiss to his jaw.

“You didn’t. You stopped when I asked. You know that’s all that matters to me.” You felt some of the tension drain for him and he readjusted you so your forehead was pressed against his neck and you were comfortably cradled in the strength of his body. Nothing would ever harm you as long as you were in Matt’s arms, of that you were certain. You were just drifting off, sated and happy, when you thought of something.

“What ‘bout you?” You slurred, glutted on the warmth of the water, the gentle drag of Matt’s fingers, and the orgasms he’d pulled from you. He chuckled, the action vibrating through you and rocking you gently.

“Don’t worry about me. I just wanted to take care of you. And I did.”

“Will you stay tonight?”

“Do you want me to?” You were almost gone but you could hear the vulnerability in his voice.

“Yes. Want you to stay forever.” You admitted, your exhaustion allowing you to be brutally honest. Matt froze underneath you before slowly relaxing.

“Let’s start with tonight and go from there. Okay, sweetheart?”

“’Kay. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

Moments later, you were out and in a deep sleep. You missed the way Matt cradled you gently, one hand resting on your belly. You missed the silent tears that slipped into your hair. You missed the absolute reverence Matt handled you with as he got you ready for bed.

You wanted him forever? You would have him forever.

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giaaaaaa, I saw your last riddler hc and it got me thinking…what do you think eddie would be like in bed? 😏

Hmmm, I don’t really do nsfw stuff too often (really ever) but I guess I can attempt some spice 🌶 (please don’t hate me; I’m sorry if this sucks)

pairing: edward nashton x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw under the cut

I know my blog is known for my sfw writings, so if this is not for you, please skip passed it, I really don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable

I’m a firm believer that when you guys start dating, Eddie is fairly inexperienced with women. This doesn’t necessarily mean he’s a virgin, he’s just a little awkward from time to time, but he’s so willing to learn how to please you

And boy is he a quick learner

It took a little while for the both of you to feel comfortable in your relationship to take it to the next level (intimacy and trust issues and all the fun stuff), but once it does happen, he wants it all the time

He totally calls it making love the first few times, getting all nervous and jittery but also super excited

But as he gets more confident, he’ll start saying things to you that have you like ???

Like, you’ll be making out lazily on your couch one day and he’ll just go:

“I want to fuck you so bad baby, make you scream my name like it’s a fucking prayer.”

And you fucking moan into his mouth because, where the fuck did that come from????

It catches you so off guard, but it’s so fucking hot

And he knows it

The cheeky bastard™️

“Say that again.”

“Ah ah ah.” He’d tsk. “You’ve gotta earn it.”

“Fuck.”

I also kinda get the vibes from this man that he’s a switch…

A fucking horny ass switch

Like, most of the time when he’s Eddie, he’s a bottom sub and you’re the dom

Idk what it is, but when he’s The Riddler, all bets are off

Now don’t get me wrong, he still has his sub!boy roots, but he’s a lot more likely to take control when he’s got the persona on

And he’s the biggest fucking tease

It’s really a 50/50 what you’re going to get, either it’s hard and fast or it’s goofy and sweet. And as much as you enjoy it rough, you love it even more when you take things slow

When you’re both in the mood for just being gentle and sweet, savouring those intimate moments, expect him to worship your body

Eddie loves everything about you, has every shape, every curve, every inch of your body memorized

“You’re so beautiful my dove.”

“Oh — Ed, fuck, oh.”

“The most wonderful riddle I’ve ever solved.”

When he says things like that, it always gets you going

Your mind, heart, and body feel like they’re about to burst

One of his favourite things during sex is when you tell him how much you love him. Given his past, he’s not used to hearing it, and you saying it during such intimate moments never fails to make his heart skip a beat

You’ll never stop complimenting him, telling him how good he is, how beautiful he is

And fuck, Eddie loves it (major praise kink alert)

I also have this feeling that whenever you’re doing some kind of puzzle, whether it be a crossword, word search, jigsaw, a game of chess maybe, he gets so turned on

Maybe you might have just solved something tricky, and your excitement causes him to think unholy thoughts

Or maybe you’re deep in thought, biting your lip, trying desperately to figure something out

That drives him bat shit (no pun intended) crazy

Even better when you can’t figure it out and he has to solve it for you…show you just how smart he is

Hear you tell him just how smart he is

But if you beat him at something, solve a riddle or a puzzle faster than him, as much as he wants to feel frustrated, he feels so much pride

And then he wants to take you right then and there

“I want to be mad but that was so hot.”

Que clothes being torn off as you fumble your way into the bedroom

He’d absolutely ravish you that night

And you him

At the end of the day, I think Eddie would know exactly how to take care of you, make love to you, worship you the way you deserve

And he’d never stop trying to show you just how much he wants you, just how much he needs you

And you always try to do the same for him

Every time ends with an I love you of some sort, no matter what… both of you make sure of it

You’re s o l i d on that

Breathing heavy, your head laying on his chest, you sigh contently

“I love you Eddie.”

Smiling, lips quirked in euphoria, he knows; this is exactly where he’s meant to be. “I love you too (Y/n).”

[bxcketbarnes]

Fuckin’ the Drummer

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Reader

Words: 1990+

So, seeing Seb decked out in tattoos and piercings has me fucking 🥴🥴🥴🥴 so I wrote this. It's purely just smut. I was going to make it a thing, but I'm pretty happy with what I got. I hope yall like it! Please let me know what you think of it and if you'd want more! xoxo

A gasp leaves your lips when a body collides with yours. "I-I'm sorry," you stutter and glance up at the person through your lashes. Blue eyes meet yours, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. "Oh, hi."

"Hey, sweetness," Bucky smirks at you as he steps out the door, making you take a few steps back. "I was wonderin' where ya went."

"I needed, uh, some air," you tell him and feel your back connect with the brick wall behind you.

Bucky wets his lips, his eyes glancing down to your lips for a few seconds. His left hand rests on your hip as the right is placed beside your head. "Is it alright if I try somethin'?" He whispers as his face grows closer to yours.

Your heart pounds against his chest, feeling the loop of his nose ring brushing against your skin. "U-Uh, s-sure," you breathe out and move your hands to his chest, your fingers gripping the black tank he's wearing.

The space between you and Bucky diminishes as he presses a kiss to your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, feeling his tongue glide along your bottom lip already.

Your nerves heighten as you've never kissed anyone before. One of your hands move into his dark hair, carding your fingers through it. Bucky steps closer to you, his body pressing against yours as his grip on your hips tighten.

He abruptly pulls away from you before trailing his lips down your jaw. "F-Fuck, Buck-" you moan out as Bucky gently bites your neck. "I've neve-"

"Oh, I know, darlin'," he grins against your skin before pulling back. "It's really hot, I'm not gonna lie."

A shy giggle escapes your lips as your cheeks blush. "You're really hot," you whisper and bite your lip.

Bucky smirks, moving one of his hands to your face. His thumb slides along your bottom lip before untucking your lip. "Oh yeah?" He mumbles.

"Y-Yeah, like, extremely hot. I-I-"

A chuckle leaves the rockstar's lips before he kisses you once again. You let out a moan as Bucky's tongue slips past your lips. The kiss deepens as his hands grab a hold of the back of your thighs.

"Bucky!" You shriek as the brunette lifts you up in his arms, your arms quickly wrapping around his neck. "Jesus."

He hums while nuzzling his face into your neck, peppering kisses to your skin. "Mm, sorry, doll," Bucky laughs before pulling his face back. "Can I take you home?"

"Y-You… you wanna go home with me?" You ask in shock, your eyes widening.

"Mhm, I do. Is that hard to believe?" Bucky asks you while he carries you towards the street.

You bite your lip and look around, seeing the lit-up street bare as can be. "A little," you mutter as Bucky presses open-mouthed kisses to your chest. "A guy like you doesn't usually go for a girl like me."

Bucky looks up at you through his lashes, the dark eyeliner staining his waterline. "Baby, you have no idea what I wanna do to an innocent thing like you," he mentions with a smirk.

"F-Fuck, uh, okay," you stutter, feeling yourself become more aroused by the minute. "Take me home."

After a twenty-minute drive, the two of you burst through your front door. Bucky's hands are pressed against your cheeks as your back meets the wooden door. You moan into the kiss as he lifts you into his arms again.

"Where's your room?" He breathes out, pulling away from you for a few seconds.

"Second door on the left," you whisper before kissing him again. Bucky growls into the kiss as his fingers slip under the shorts you're wearing, digging into your ass cheeks.

Bucky quickly makes his way towards your bedroom before throwing you onto the mattress. A squeal leaves your lips as your chest heaves rapidly.

The rockstar crawls on top of you, hovering his body over yours. Your fingers glide against his tattooed arms as Bucky leans down to kiss your neck. Your eyes flutter shut as the brunette sucks on the nape of your neck.

"Gonna mark you," he breathes out as one of your hands moves to his longish hair.

"Please," you beg, tugging his soft locks. Bucky moans before biting down on your skin, causing you to let out a breathy gasp.

His hands fiddle with the button on your shorts and Bucky pulls away from your neck. "Fuck, sweetness, I can't wait to taste you," he mutters while pulling the shorts off, tossing them across the room.

Your heart is pounding against your chest as Bucky settles between your legs, one of his hands spreading your thighs open. Your fingers grab a hold of your sheets and lean on your elbows, watching the brunette tug your panties to the side.

Bucky's blue eyes meet yours, feeling his breath fanning against your exposed pussy. Your breath hitches in your throat as he licks up your glistening lips.

A moan falls from your lips and you tilt your head back. "O-Oh, fuck," you cry out while bucking your hips up. Well, this is new… you think to yourself as Bucky flattens his tongue against your clit.

He hums against you, the vibrations coming from him making your eyes roll back. Your back arches off the mattress as Bucky slips two fingers into you. His lips leave your clit, a whine escaping your lips as he moves up your body.

Bucky kisses up your torso, pushing your top up with you. "Take this off, baby," he mumbles against your skin. You hastily grab the hem of your shirt before taking it off. You unclip your bra as well, leaving you only in your panties. "Fucking precious."

He continues fingering you while rolling his tongue around your nipple. "B-Bucky," you moan out as one of your hands moves to his shoulders. Bucky's teeth grab a hold of your hardened nipple, his eyes dancing towards you.

Your jaw drops at the pleasured pain and your nails dig into his tatted skin. More… you think to yourself, hearing a chuckle leave Bucky's lips. "You want more, baby?" He smirks, causing your cheeks to flush. "Don't be shy. Use your words."

"Please give me more," you breathe out and Bucky removes his fingers from you.

He stands up from the bed before stripping off the clothes he's wearing. You move towards the edge of the bed and rest your hand against the bulge in his boxers. You look up at Bucky through your lashes while dropping to the floor, kneeling in front of him.

"You just begged me for more, sweetness. What are you doing?" He asks you and wets his lips, loving the sight of you in front of him.

"Wanna try this…" you trail off while grabbing his boxers, tugging the fabric down his muscled legs. "I've never given someone a blow job."

Bucky feels his cock twitch at your confession and bites his lip to hold in the moan. "Fuck, that's hot. You want me to ruin you? Get you addicted to my cock?" He asks you and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Y-Yes."

"Go on then," he ushers you and you straighten your back before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

You slowly stroke him off, keeping your eyes on him while doing so. You bite your lips as Bucky leans his head back, a quiet moan coming from his lips.

He brings one of his hands to the back of your head, his fingers running through your hair before gripping it gently. You moan loudly and the brunette replaces your hand on his cock. "Stick your tongue out," he growls and you comply. "Fuck, good girl."

His cock bounces against your tongue, groans leaving Bucky's lips as he watches you intently. He slowly slips his length past your lips before bobbing your head slowly.

You keep your hands planted on your bare thighs, feeling your arousal dripping in your panties as Bucky gently fucks your mouth. He tilts his head back and thrusts himself deeper.

His tip reaches the back of your throat, causing you to gag a little bit. Bucky pulls himself from your mouth before roughly picking you up from the floor. "I need you," he breathes out and captures your lips with his.

Your tongues battled for dominance as Bucky lays you back down on the bed, his fingers blindly finding your panties. He pulls the lacey fabric down your legs and you kick them off your ankle, letting them fall to the floor.

Bucky spreads your legs apart and suddenly sits up. He strokes himself while dragging the head of his cock through your slit. Butterflies swarm around your stomach as Bucky slowly pushes into you.

A gasp leaves your lips as your walls hug him tightly. "Jes-Fuck!" You moan while arching your back. Bucky brings his lips back to your chest, littering your skin with hickies.

"So fucking tight. Tightest I've experienced," he groans and bottoms out in you. "Fuck, doll."

Your fingers glide through his hair, your breathing picking up as Bucky lets you get used to his size first. "I-I haven't really been with anyone," you stutter, your cheeks reddening.

He hums along your skin, his lips finding yours for a few seconds. "I noticed and I love it," Bucky groans and starts thrusting into you.

"Gah, fuck," you moan out, feeling him brushing against your sweet spot. Bucky moans as well, one of his hands cradling the side of your face. Your eyes meet his as you grab one of his hands, moving it to your throat.

Bucky growls as you permit him to choke you, his fingers tightening a bit around your neck. "Fuck, can you be any sexier?" He asks and roughly rocks his hips into yours, pulling more moans from your lips.

Your eyes roll back into your head as Bucky moves his thumb towards your lips. He slips his thumb between your lips, his eyes staring down into yours as his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetness? I can feel you tightening around me," Bucky smirks, causing you to nod your head in response. "Cum for me."

You can feel your legs shake as Bucky slams into you, pushing you over the edge. You moan out his name before arching your back, one of your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Bucky quickly pulls out and cums on your stomach. Sweat coats your skin as you breathe heavily, feeling your legs shaking still. The brunette leans down and gently bites your tit before pushing himself off of the bed.

"Be right back," he mumbles while walking towards your bathroom.

You couldn't believe what just happened. It's gotta be a dream. A laugh leaves your lips and you glance towards the bathroom door, seeing Bucky walk out of it with a towel in his hands.

"I-Here," he mutters and hands you the warm towel. Your heart flutters at how sweet he's being, not suspecting that from a rockstar.

"Thank you," you grin before wiping his release off of your stomach and chest. "I didn't expect this side of you."

Bucky laughs and runs his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, most people don't," he smiles and sits on the edge of the bed before pulling his boxers on.

You wet your lips as you begin to think about what's going to happen next. "So, uh, will this be the last time I see you?" You ask him quietly.

"I hope not," he mentions, causing your heart to flutter.

A grin comes to your lips as you begin to grow tired. "Good. I don't want you to just leave," you mumble to him as Bucky gets up, covering your naked body with your blanket.

He smiles down at you and moves some of your hair out of your face. "Just rest, sweetness," he sighs before kissing your forehead.

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Oh Baby part 8

tournament time

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part9 Part10 part11 part12 part13 part14 part15 part16 part17 part18

You walked into your shared room and began peeling off your clothes,” Still not much of a bump, should I be happy or concerned?” you asked turning to Daichi,” Mmmh, not sure. We can ask my mom tomorrow” he said placing his hand on your belly,” The bump fist perfectly in your hand” you smiled making him smile as well,” Do you want to start name searching?” He asked rubbing his thump on your belly,” We can do that but tomorrow, I’m tired” you said burring your face into his chest,” That was the plan anyway, I need to rest or my legs will give out” he said plopping down on the bed.

Thankfully it was Saturday, which means you and Daichi could stay in bed a while longer. You were cuddled into his side when a knock on the door made the two of you look up,” Sorry guys but we thought that we start checking out some baby stuff. We can start with some things in the attic and if something is needed we can buy it” Daichi’s mom said smiling at the sight of the two of you,” we be out in a while,” Daichi said sleepily,” Take your time” she smiled closing the door. Daichi stroked your back softly,” It’s getting serious now” you mumbled into his chest, he hummed,” Yeah, 5 months to go” he smiled kissing your temple,” Let’s get ready... want to shower together?” a smirk was on his lips,” Yes” you smiled.

“Awww, look at this, it used to be Daichi’s,” his mom said holding up a baby onesie,” He was a big baby, unlike you I looked extremely pregnant at 4 months,” she said folding the onesie together and putting it beside her,” Looking at most of these, they all a little big” she mumbled as you and Daichi were looking through toys,” Should we be worried about him being still so small at 4 months?” you asked worriedly looking between Daichi and his mom,” Oh Honey no, everyone is different. Only because I was bigger at 4 months with my kids doesn’t mean something is wrong with him. The doctor at your last appointment said everything is fine,” she said rubbing your arm,” You nodded and looked at the toy in your hands, it was a volleyball with arms and legs, the figure that Hinata often wears on his shirts,” I really like this toy” you smiled,” Daichi was obsessed with it, wouldn’t go anywhere without it. No wonder he got into Volleyball” she smiled making Daichi blush,” Our son should have it too” you said,” I agree, he will be future Volleyball Captain after all... if he wants to be of course” Daichi said,” I like this one” he said holding a star-shaped plushie,” My sister loved it when she was younger” he said referring to the oldest sister,” Maybe we can ask our two youngest if they are willing to share some of their toys with their nephew” his mom shrugged, pouting at a onesie,” They grew up so fast” she mumbled,” We can still use them right?” you asked,” Of course, babies don’t stay tiny forever, they grow up and have babies on there own” Daichi’s mom said with watery eyes,” Might be too much for her” Daichi said into your ear,” Hey mom, let’s take a break” Daichi said making his mom nod.

“Y/N something arrived for you,” Daichi’s brother said, the teen handed it to you before picking his gym bag up,” I will be heading out mom,” he said before vanishing to the door.” What is it?” Daichi asked curiously,” For my head cheerleader from the best coach in the world, you will be back it once your spawn left the oven” you read out loud, you opened the box and saw your crow's uniform, everything from the jacket to the top and skirt.” I thought she was joking when she said, she wants me back,” you said looking at Daichi,” Well I do not cause according to Tanaka and Noya who unsurprisingly were watching practice said that the crows don't seem to be doing well. For the coach's standard of course,” he said wrapping his arm around you,” Want to try it on?” he asked,” You just want ogle at me” you nudged him,” I would never,” he said with a smile.

The uniform was a bit tighter, which is unsurprising, you are four months pregnant after all. The bump was more visible in the tight uniform than in any other clothing piece, your chest also became bigger, and the top was definitely uncomfortable right now,” You look sexier in it now” Daichi said, gliding his hand across your tights,” My breast’s got bigger, not by much but defiantly enough to make this a bit uncomfortable” you said about to peel the top off when Daichi stopped you,” Keep it on, just for a little while longer, please” he said kissing you pulling you into his lap, you tugged at the hair at his nape making him gasp, you pushed your tongue into his mouth making the kiss more heated, you felt something grow beneath you which made you pull away,” Is something?” he asked,” You really do still find me attractive” you said, Daichi blushed,” Yeah, sorry about that, couldn’t control myself. You just looked so good, this outfit leaves little for the imagination anyway but now it’s you know and your carrying our baby and this makes the bump show even more... I’m just so in love with you Y/N” he said kissing you again,” and if it’s okay with you I like to show you how much I love you” you nodded,” Please be gentle though” you whispered,” Always”.

*time skip to the tournament*

“Nervous?” you asked Daichi,” That obvious?” he chuckled,” Is everything okay?” you asked noticing something is off about him,” If we lose... it would be my last time-”,” Last time?” you cut him off,” Yeah, you know most 3rd years stop their activities to focus on studying” he shrugged,” Well, you aren’t most as most aren’t expect to be a father and you don’t need to stop, you know you want to go to the police academy right after graduation”,” Mmmh,” Daichi said,” I don’t want to be the only third year in the club tho” he shrugged.” Well think about staying, you are great Captain and exactly what the boys need. I’m  heading out, promised Kiyoko to help her lift things into the bus,” you said,” Lift?” Daichi asked worriedly,” Nothing too heavy, just first aid, the spare jerseys and water bottles and towels and of course the banner” you winked before grabbing your bag,” Don’t take too long” you kissed his cheek.

Arriving at the venue had your heart beating, people stared at the boys, whispering to each other like how Asahi is apparently a drug dealer or part of a gang, whispers about Kageyama and Noya were there too even about you, unfortunately,” I heard the Captain of Karasuno knocked up one of the teams support”,” Really? Who do you think it is?”,”Don’t listen to them” Kiyoko mumbled and wrapping her arm around your shoulder,” What is talking you are about? Huh? Leave our gorgeous Y/N alone” Tanaka said to the two boys making them jump,” Or do you want to get a beat down-”,” Tanaka, not now” Daichi said but his glance was also icy even more than Tanaka’s, which even send a shiver down your spine” Thanks Tanaka for that” you said as he waled back, you rubbed his head making him smile,” Always” he said with a smile.

“Sawamura,” a voice said making the whole group stop,” Oh hey,” Daichi said to the boy,” Do you have a minute to talk,” he asked your boyfriend,” Give us a minute, get changed,” he said, he passed you and gave you a soft smile,” and you rest okay”.

“You seem bigger,” his old school friend said,” I’m still the same height as in middle school” Daichi chuckled,” That’s not what I was referring to”,” So you mean I got fatter?” Daichi said slightly offended,” I don’t mean that either,” he said quickly,” Is the rumour true? You got one of the girls on your team pregnant?”, Daichi sighed,” The news spreads quickly,” Daichi said biting the inside of his cheek,” Sorry don’t want to offend you”,” It’s okay, yeah I got my girlfriend pregnant. She’s close to five months it’s a boy” Daichi smiled,” So I’m guessing you are keeping him? Congrats, it’s not something I want for myself but you make a good father. You already make a great Captain” he smiled.

“Hinata, here have a drink,” you said handing the ginger a water bottle as he looked like he is about to get sick again,” and suck at this. Keeps you from throwing up,” you said handing him a lollipop,” at least that works for me” you smiled,” Y/N can I have one too?” Asahi asked shyly,” Sure”,” Me too,” Tanaka and Noya said nearly throwing themselves on you if Kiyoko didn’t grab them by the back of their collars,” Watch it, she’s carrying precious cargo,” she said making the two boys head hung low,” Sorry Y/N,” they said,” No problem, here don’t want you to be throwing up…. Mostly because I and Kiyoko would have to clean it”.

Karasuno lost their match against Sejoh but just barely. The boys were quiet as they were backing up their gear. The sounds of the Sejoh victory celebration still can be heard,” I check the gym if we have everything” you said turning to Kiyoko who nodded. You found some water bottles and a Hinata’s lunch box when you felt a presence behind you,” Your team did good” Oikawa said maki you turn,” Your team as well, you did win after all” you said with a tight smile,” Who will you be playing?”,” Shirotzawa” he said,” Good luck, you will need it. I saw their Ace in passing, he’s a massive dude” you said,” How’s the baby?” Oikawa asked,” Good, sometimes I’m worried if he’s too small but Daichi’s mom said-“,” Everyone is different, my sister was the same. My nephew did grow quickly after he was born, he went from tiny to pretty big” he chuckled making you smile,” Don’t worry, I hope I can you see again. It’s nice talking to you”,” Yeah, I’m surprised it easy to talk to you. Surprised you aren’t hitting on me, you seems the playboy type” you joked,” Yeah, I can see why-“,” Is everything okay?” Daichi said wrapping his arm around your waist,” Yeah, we are just talking” you said kissing his jaw,” You played a good game. Hope we can repeat it someday” Oikawa said,” We will and we will win next time,” Daichi said,” We will see. Congrats to the baby, you make good parents. I need to go, my match will start soon,” he said before flashing a peace sign and walking off.” What did he want?” Daichi asked,” He was being nice, his sister was in the same situation as we were, no need to be jealous,” you said making his cheeks heat up,” Not jealous” he whispered,” Ukai invited us to eat” he informed you,” Well let’s not keep the others waiting….. I’m proud of you Daichi, you did your best,” you said making him smile,” You will be even prouder once I get to national. Yeah I stay on the team until the end” he smiled making you grin,” I’m happy for you Daichi”.

[muffindaddystyles]

MASTERLIST

SO. . this masterlist is more friendly to read and it was itching my nerves to make a proper one with all of my writings. Have a wonderful harry land journey!! I will keep updating it lovies. 

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ALL THE DRABBLES AND REQUESTS (*) 

Dentist The Bad Boi: Y/N is Harry's grumpy neighbour who blames him for her cats pregnancy -- actually no! (Blames his cat)

“Would you like to have, noodles? I know this incredible chinese place ...” He shakes his head. His smile small and kooky, nose scrunched up as he sniffs the air – predicting a rain coming soon.

“D'we have to eat after every tragedy that happens t’you?”

“Yup, tragedies makes me hungry.” It’s her coping mechanism if she'll be honest and that’s what she’s been doing for ages.

“Who are you, Y/N?

Hates To Hate you: Harry fake dates Y/N to keep the calms about his personal life.

1) She has to come over his house before they've to go anywhere, he has a reason for it, "That's some stupid rule." She retorted twisting a hole in the hem of her fuzzy shirt.

2) She can't stay overnight at his place, "Why? afraid, I'll seduce you?" She teased him wiggling her brows and he looked down at her feet smirking equally teasingly, "Seduce me? Far from that, with these froggy knickers and bunny slippers you're wearin' neve'," She just huffed ready to intrude with a reason that this is what everyone wears while sleeping but he barged in with more rules.

3) She has to call him Mr. Styles when they're alone to keep their relation  professional, "You've weird kinks Harry -- oops -- I mean Mr. Styles." His response didn't hold any particular sentiment as he continued elaborating.

Black Anchor: Y/N goes to sex club for the very first time and Harry's there, till he's hiding something from her.

“Can we join.” She asks turning to look at Y/N with same lust ridden eyes. Y/N shies away further more from the severe gazes of both the man and woman so Harry cuddles her up into him kissing her rose smelling hair and keeps his lips there, for a moment making them wait on his answer.

“Can we?”

His expressions flattens unimpressed, “No.” He dismisses them bringing his attention back to Y/N, but they lurk there.

“Now, C’mon Styles. Y'got a pretty birdie doesn’t mean you could act all selfish. Sharing is caring.” That women says grazing her blunt nail up Y/N's arm.

Harry smacks it away rolling his eyes brutally appearing done with them, “I said no Marie,” He kisses his teeth taking a step forward towering her.

Kismets: Y/N is carrying a baby for Harry and his girlfriend ---  but something went downhill Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor.

"Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them. Harry hates her hormones. Little bitches.

Sweet Hormones: Harry and Y/N quarantining together and she finds a scary news.

"Will it affect our marriage?" He asked anxiously. She shrugged muttering and looking down at her barely visible bump. For the first time she felt so lonely, "depends on you."

"You're scarin' me darlin'." He rushed out without an explanation to his friends taking the first flight back to London. He was already exhausted and jittery. Now emotional too assuming worst scenarios of what happened in the sudden change of her mood.

Happy Meals: Y/N is feeling down and Harry reaches out to figure out what is wrong because he loves her.

“M’ s’ sorry baby. Such a dickhead I’m.” He wipes your tears with his hands lost inside you hair and thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks.

“Then again people had to throw it on my face that I’ve gained extra fats—” Harry grunted at this nose flaring, “who the fuck told ya—oh my god.” His eyes enlarging and he felt so fucking remorseful that this’s what you were insecure of from days.

Don't Worry Darling: Harry being comfortable to experience wild things in bed with Y/N.

He inhales through his parted lips sprawled onto his tummy and she scooted up where he has his face snuggled, “can you come for second time, lover boy. For me?” She just wanted to pleasure him to the extent where he sees stars and she knows he can take it.  

Panic Attacks: Y/N gets a panic attack in her university and Harry is out of reach.

“Harry?” The drums came to halt, the guitar was stopped mid shrivel and Harry’s high note fell to ground when the receptionist came with a cordless phone.

“A phone for you from y/n university—” It was enough to smack his breath away and he scurried to his feet taking the phone hastily from her hold, controlling his voice to not yell at the person in his own anxiousness.

Hard Feelings: Y/N is a broke student that gets caught papping Harry.

When you got everyone's attention you announced "I'm moving out." making Harry choke on his waffles, "no the fuck you're not." He grunted as the girl he brought with him made him sip his water.

"We need to talk." He spoke curtly and everyone looked at both of you with curiosity. They all want you to be together so bad.

Y/N has a fear for needles and Harry is her damsel in distress.

His breath smells of strawberries and coffee, plushie lips dangerously close to her's making her half voracious gaze flicker between his lips and up at Tofu, kiss him kiss him you bloody fool, reeled in her head, "here lemme . . ." He notices her jitteriness fetching the birdy for her. She hiccups with a suck of breath when his knuckles brushed the inside of her palms while giving Tofu to her.

"Oi, Harry budge over you bugger!!" She hisses with sleepy voice but in return he squishes her more.

Hip Dislocation at first sight: Y/N is a waitress at Harrys downtown diner. 

When he first came here it was for a date who stood him up and you wouldn’t lie that you kinda tiny bit of manifested for it but went through a broken heart seeing Harry’s sad eyes after him lingering to that one hope that his date would show up.

Young and Beautiful: Harry meets Y/N in Milan and had no-idea she would be mother to his twins.  Part 2 

Then there was silence that Harry was unaware how to break. He could hear you talking for an eternity. On the other hand you aren’t that akward to make conversations with people. No doubt you’re shy, and wants your own space to blossom but this one habit of yours is inseparable.

“You know when back home. An ice-cream man would come daily at midnight in summers. Me and my cousins would climb up his bicycle cart like darn monkeys. Pop our heads inside the freezer and annoy the fuck outta him. God I miss home.” There’s this un-pointable feeling. That’s unfigurative to Harry but it’s there; of admiration and of endearment. His heart’s at cloud nine caressing itself to the pink cotton candy.

Jasmine picker and the prince: Y/N thinks that prince eats heart of innocent girls and Harry is none like that. Part2 

“And there you gave orders to bring me!” You yelled not fearful that he’s a Prince of the land you’re at. “What am I?” “Am I a sheep or a horse?” “Am I olives or eggs?” You hold your tears and the screams. “Talk to me! I said talk to me!!” You sobbed shouting at him blowing him with shoves and atlast he raised his voice speaking with gentleness at end.

“I didn’t gave orders to bring ye’. I didn’t even know you were comin’, ye’ 'ere a gift from Highnesses.” You stare him in disbelief, “a gift!?” “"M not a gift but a human!” “I’ve a family just like you.” He thins his lips, expression becoming taught as he listens you, eyes piercing fiercely.

“You’re such an oppressor, you’ll become an oppressing ruler!” You said furious at him. The words were like a on arrow ripping his heart. 

Hireath: Y/N lost her memory because of an accident and hates her husband Harry.  Part2 

“I can't—pffft…dunno. sleep—” She stammered knuckling away tiredness and Harry just gestured her to climb in his embrace, “c'mere baby. Cuddles?” Her body molding against his’s like two pieces meant to stick with eachother.

“I like you Harry. You’re a good guy.” I’m litreally your husband Harry wanted to tease but she was already snoring loudly.

Y/N is brown and desi and Harry finds her lovely but is too shy to pursue her.

“Was studying…” He shakes his head not believing and she sighed muttering ‘okeys’. “I think my hotel room’s haunted.” He wants to laugh the fuck out at her face but he didn’t not when she’s on the verge of sleeping in his arms‐‐‐ so swallowed it down knuckling at her forehead, “I’ll tell Jeff to change ye'r room. already tol’ ye’ pet you could come t’ me for a sleepover anytime.” He stands up carefully trudging to pour her a glass of water trying to lighten up her mood, “bet….my nans hauntin’ ye’. always had a weird obsession with sweet blood.” She giggled scooting her knees closer to her chest appearing more smol than she already’s, Harry could put her in his pocket and take her with himself everywhere close to his heart. He avoided to cooe at her busying himself to find some paracetamol only turning back to find no-one. But, Adam and others slowly filling the room.

“Talking to yourself proves nothing but craziness, H.” He chuckled and Harry’s brows clinched together as he tries to find her.

Serendipity:Y/N interrupts Harry amidst his meal and ends up him clinging to her.

All the vampire!Harry x reader blurbs.

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back.

Forbidden Love: Harry and Y/N are rivals from childhood but a bad fight shifts something in between them.

“Meet ye' at --- ” He was about to speak but she clamps him off taking him and everyone by surprise at her temper, she's usually very witty and mature during their arguments, “Shut up, Styles.” She stares everyone confusedly when they erupt into laughters, bending onto their stomach to over exaggerate except of him. His dewy irirses which're usually caliginous with daunting harshness and intimidation softens at the moment as he stares her with guppy parted lips —-- not realizing that he's giving out his Alpha demeanour.

{Blurbs}

Reader with POTS Y/N has pots and she might got too flustered by Harry.

Lost in Italy Where Harry's cute assistant gets lost in city of Italy and the thought of loosing her drives him bullocks.

After all moon is just a rock, without the sun Y/N tries to leave somewhere far away from her bestie Harry.

Love brings patience Ex and drunk Harry's something that makes Y/N grump and melt at the same time.

I want to change mattresses for you Harry and Y/N fights over a damn mattress.

Keep holding my hand Harry was in an abusive relationship before Y/N, something happens that makes his insecurities float back.

Oh No baby! It was Harry who swimed but Y/N ends up catching a cold.

Tell me you love me before I go Harry and Y/N were sometimes bestfriend now they're just rivals (*)

You do Mr. Chewy Bubba losts her first pet and Harry's there for the heartbreak.

Hearth Celebrating Eid with Harry and the night prior it (desi/poc)

Love me, Wrestle me Your naughty time with harry unfortunately turns into an injury time.

Cookie Thief: Harry couldn't sleep and you helps him out.

Harry's 27th!!: You've planned everything for his special day.

Roles Reversed: Harry's going through a heartbreak and you're his bezzy.

Sweater Weather: Idle time turns into a smutty time [*]

Hershey Fucker: Harry makes you admit that you're jealous by giving you his fingers [*]

Grammy nominations You're there for Harry whether he wins an award or not.

 Tangerines: You're a cheeky lil thing calling him hubby to earn a reaction from him.

 Malato d'amore ♡

 Sun Satulations : Good-bye sex [*]

 After Darkies: You're pregnant and horny[*]

 Fishie Nets: You're being batty so he teaches you how to obey [*]

 Cheeky lil thing: Harry getting offended for being cursed by his bubba.

 Pumpkin Carving: Halloween and your love is on full swoon.

 Destination: You helps Harry's bubba to find him.

 Italy Surprise: Harry comes back from italy with a squirrel.

Stripper Y/N and boss Harry.

Vampire!H and subby soft!Y/N.

Timetravler!H and UNI!Y/N

Y/N doesn't want kids, yet, but Harry does causing an argument.

[luwritesomething]

my little stupid thoughts on scream [5] (2022)

so, i finally watched scream [5, i don’t care what they had called it] (2022) a few days ago and i’m thinking so many thoughts. spoilers under the cut, probably, for all the 5 scream movies.

don’t get me wrong. i really liked the movie, and considering i hated scream 3 (what the hell with the roman plot twist. no, baby, my billy boy wasn’t ‘manipulated by you’ i really refuse to admit that movie as a canon part of the franchise) and i have a complicated relationship with scream 4 (i absolutely hate emma roberts and her motive was lame but kirby won my heart and i liked the new generation vibes it had), i was relieved to see that the scream franchise still had that something that hooked me up in the first place to the movies. HOWEVER, they had so many things and they could have done so many GREAT things and they went for two kids in a relationship, ONE OF THEM BEING A MINOR (because as far as i know, amber is a minor and richie isn’t) that wanted to do a new movie because stab 8 sucked. listen, i couldn’t care less about fucking stab 8 and their flamethrower. 

one thing that i agree now with my dad (yes, i watched the movie with my parents, sue me. my dad is an actual movie buff since he studied cinema and sound and has great opinions on any type of movie, horro flicks too.) it’s something he said during the whole movie. that was “i don’t see the point of this movie”. i didn’t either, but i wasn’t going to tell him since well, i don’t really like to agree with him or telling him his right. plus, i was busy with watching the movie, and i have absolutely no thoughts during the scream movies rather than my suspect list. but now that i have thought about it for a few days and read some more opinions online, i have my own. and i know realize that the way they made this movie could have been even better if they truly had used what they had right there. 

“what’s the point of this movie?” introduce a new generation to the scream franchise and continue it that way, that’s what comes to mind when i think that question. “what could’ve been?”

there’s a point very clear in the movie. there’s an absolute obsession with the original, with billy loomis... but most importantly (sorry, my love), with stu macher. during the whole movie, since the begining with tara when she doesn’t say stu’s name, we see that the lack of fame stu has is insulting, especially considering that he and billy were a (gay) team. they were planning on getting away with it, together. it wasn’t a one sided thing, billy wasn’t going to betray stu at the end. they were going to live happily ever after in billy’s cabin in the forest and have lots of dog and children until they planned the next murder spree (this is completely canon, they told me themselves). stu was FORGOTTEN. it was the perfect way of bringing him back, because my man did not die just because a tv fell on top of his head. what kind of cartoon-like death is that? IN FACT, knowing that scream 3 was originally planned to be orchestrated by stu himself (which would have been way better than fucking roman) we know that he was supposed to be alive. he’s not dead. billy is (THEY SHOULD GIVE HIM THE INMORTALITY SLASHERS HAVE IN ABSOLUTELY EVERY MOVIE TBH). but are you kidding me?

the lack of the stu plotline in scream [5] has only ONE explanation, and that one is: stu is the ghostface in ‘the sequel’ aka scream 6. HE HAS TO. it’s not even a petition now, it’s a command. you think my man is going to be sitting around doing nothing, allowing his name to be forgotten while his boyfriend’s gets to live on for something he did too? OH-OH. no, no. even matthew lillard wants to come back, and has thoughts about it (and has asked about people doing fanart of post jail!stu, and i haven’t seen that so i’m formally requesting it too). i want the gay angst. i want stu flipping out and killing sidney in the sixth (i think neve is off the project so let’s kill gale). i want the glorious moment when we’re in the climax of the final scene and fucking stuart macher takes off his mask and he’s smiling the shit out of that because he fucking did it. he’s killing it (someone, probably sam, if she continues to be the final girl, is going to kill him and win, i know, BUT HOW GLORIOUS WOULD IT BE FOR STU TO COME BACK?). we have the reasons, the evidence, the means. this is not you wattpad wannabe petition, this is something that could have become real, and since it hadn’t, someone better do it in the next one. it would be the perfect way to end with the past scream fandom and continue with the new gen, because let’s face it — dewey died, alright? if neve’s out then there’s no more sidney, but courtney is still in, right? so there’s gale fucking weathers, and once that one is dead, then we have the new gen. it’s perfect!

i really liked this new scream movie, though. not so much the motive (100% lame), or the ghostfaces (i knew AND SAID amber was shady right when the movie started and said she was the killer once i saw stu’s house. she was too obvious, guys, although the actress made a terrific job. i didn’t expect richie because it would be too obvious, being the boyfriend and having dewey say not to trust him... but turns out, it was as obvious as billy was, just like worse because he was annoying), or the killings. i mean, ghostface did kill judy hicks in the middle of the day, the stabbing was WAY too much, and the killings were too fast. there were no chase scenes, which were one of the best things in the scream franchise. but i really liked the characters and their connections to the canon ones. 

i liked wes and how sweet he was, i really didn’t like him dying. i liked chad being a doofus and mindy being like her uncle, randy. I LOVED MINDY LIKING GIRLS because scream was made for and by the gays and theys and we must never forget kevin williamson and the fact that billy and stu were queer coded and based in gay serial killers. (my parents thought mindy and chad were the killers which made me laugh the fuck off). i liked how annoying liv was and i even suspected her of being one of the killers. i liked amber shadyness (everything went downhill when she was proved to be a ghostface, although i have to say, she was badass). 

i LOVED sam as a final girl and her being billy’s daughter. her seeing billy because psychosis is hereditary but treatable. i ADORED jenna’s performance as tara, because i loved tara surviving the opening scene and being the absolute best (my mother believed richie when he said maybe tara was the killer. i laughed my ass off, again, but this time with my dad). and i just know jenna would have killed sam’s role, but anyways. 

i hated richie. but this new generation thing gave the vibes from kirby and the others in scream 4, which i really liked. 

that being said, IF STU ISN’T THE GHOSTFACE IN SCREAM 6 I WILL RIOT. thank you for the floor.

[vvienne]

XICHENG FIC RECS

hold my hands by Snooze (Chiruka)

Transplanting a core into a new person isn’t without repercussions. One year after the events at Guanyin Temple, Jiang Cheng found himself once again faced with the possibility of losing everything he had. Reconciling with his brother, learning to let Jin Ling go, and dealing with his blooming emotions toward the First Jade of Gusu — will Jiang Cheng accomplish what he wants before time runs out?

it all passes someday by screamlet

A week before the anniversary of Wei Wuxian’s death, there was a commotion outside Lan Wangji’s house.

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Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji over the years.

The Unlikely Expression of Love by manamune

When everything has settled, when everyone else has moved on with their lives and their friends, Jiang Cheng has a realization which shouldn’t actually be a surprise:

He’s lonely.

Indigo, lavender, and violet (I don't wanna be red) by ohwhatevrewhatevr

It, in the pale colors of the late morning, is the closest to perfect Jiang Cheng will ever reach. He strokes Lan XiChen's hair and presses a light kiss to where his ribbon and hair meet. The sky is a pale blue, and the pastels of flowers and clouds are spread out through the window, a brilliant world waiting for them, them in the gentian house, safe from stronger breezes - there is the clutter of birds fluttering and chirping outside. It is a warm, perfect, spring morning.

Jiang Cheng and Lan XiChen have been together for an year. In which, no one ever really gets over things, Jiang Cheng has the misfortune of interacting with his brother, the juniors help out with the proposal, and there's a marriage.

Altitude by starknjarvis 

When Jin Ling lures Jiang Cheng to the Cloud Recesses under false pretenses, he finds himself out of place among this new family Wei Wuxian has formed.

Lan Xichen, at least, seems pleased to have his company.

Perhaps there is still a chance for Jiang Cheng to make amends and move forward.

[Modao Zushi Online] GLITCH REPORT: My Brother Got Chased Down And %$@*$&@ By Gusu Dungeon Boss??? by oh_fudgecakes

Modao Zushi Online is a virtual reality MMORPG. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian are top ranking players in its new server, currently tied with their arch-nemesis from their previous server, Wen Chao. In an attempt to defeat him, they take on the Gusu Dungeon Boss, Zewu-jun, to win the reward of a legendary weapon. Ever the cheat, Wei Wuxian tries to take advantage of a glitch to defeat the seemingly undefeatable boss. It backfires. Jiang Cheng gets fucked by a boss monster.

He can't get enough.

Meanwhile, Lan Xichen, the unwitting staff member in charge of controlling Zewu-jun, absolutely did not sign up to be pulled into a secret virtual reality fling with a player. Mod Ji, who has to deal with Wei Wuxian's incessant glitch reporting of his brother's sex life, is long-suffering.

Mulberry by xxdz

Jiang Cheng grits his teeth and pushes harder. He feels like torn silk, the embroidery needle sinking in again and again and again; patiently, desperately, endlessly trying to make something beautiful out of something broken.

Jiang Cheng builds his sect, learns embroidery, and raises his nephew.

we can raise a little family by lanyon

“Well, brother,” says Wei Wuxian, leaning against the outside of Jiang Cheng’s chambers. “I had heard that you and Xichen went on a night hunt and came back with a baby, which is not the order I’d choose to do things in…”

In which Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen acquire a baby of unknown origin, and are the very last to know what it means.

Beyond the Impossible by Silverine

Summoned by Lan Qiren, Jiang Wanyin goes to the Cloud Recesses to drop his nephew Jin Ling, expecting to discuss relevant matters with his old master. Instead, he's asked to take with him no other than Sect Leader Lan himself, all the way back to Lotus Pier. If the reason why he accepted such an outrageous task is indeed a mystery, he's about to be surprised by how this entire trip, their encounters, and his warm company, suddenly feel fated.

Incrementally by xxdz

Jiang Cheng is trapped in a day on repeat where he begins by waking in Zewu Jun’s bed at dawn and ends by dying painfully at dusk.

It’s getting very irritating, and he has the sneaking suspicion that his chances to solve his own murder are rapidly running out. Soon, his death will be much more permanent.

All in all, worst birthday ever.

Audience of One by WinterDreams

“Then let an established star go first,” Lan Xichen interrupts again before Lan Wangji can give a stubborn reply. Both men twist toward Lan Xichen, and he smiles at Wei Wuxian’s tilted head. “If I publicly date a man for awhile first, your engagement shouldn’t receive as much backlash.”

Or, that AU where everyone is famous in some way or another, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been dating in private for years, and Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng pretend to date publicly for their brothers' sake.

A Bit of Ruthlessness by jirluvien

When Jiang Cheng hears that Lan Xichen went into seclusion following Jin Guangyao’s death, it’s almost as if he can see the grabby hands of a restless ghost, reaching out for something to keep him company. For something warm and living and devastated. And as history has proved time and time again, the Lans are perfect victims when it comes to giving in to ghosts.Yeah, no. Not on Jiang Cheng’s fucking watch.A story about grief, determination, unexpected friendships, abandoned watchtowers, and letters. So many letters.

All Tied Up In You by Clearpearls

Yet again, the night had come to this:

Jiang Cheng on the floor, kneeling, Zidian wrapped around his wrists.

Alone.

Thank You, and I'm Sorry by Hamliet

Jin GuangYao might be dead, but his story is not. Taking advantage of the chaos he instigated, someone makes an attempt on the life of the young new leader of the Jin Sect. When Jiang Cheng takes Jin Ling to the Cloud Recesses to have him study while he attempts to work with Wei WuXian and his husband Lan WangJi to eliminate the threat, he encounters a mourning Lan XiChen, lovestruck teenagers, and a persistent corpse--and both pairs of brothers find themselves struggling to move on.

saturn's rings (don't be a heartbreaker) by iskendaris

Set after the seige of burial mounds, Yunmeng rebuilds as they hold the first Discussion Conference at Lotus Pier. Sometimes the night is a gift, a refuge for loneliness. "So stern, Sect Leader Jiang," Lan Xichen murmured, "So glacial... What will it take to melt that icy exterior? What can I say?"

"Nothing. There's nothing you can say or offer."

reciprocity by jukeboxhound

There’s a pause before Lan Xichen says, in a tone that’s a little more neutral, “I would like to paint on you.”

“…What?”

“Of course, if you say ‘yes’ but then change your mind at any point, for any reason, you need only say so and I will stop immediately,” he adds.

Well, silver lining: Jiang Cheng is feeling much more awake than he was a moment ago.

Talent Hunt Crew Finds Angry Guy Shouting On College Campus, Recruits Him For Vocal Projection Abilities by oh_fudgecakes

Jiang Cheng, resident Angry Guy and heir to a conglomerate empire, has never been the apple of his father’s eye. Quashed under the shadow of his brilliant brother, the music prodigy Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng sees his chance to turn things around when he is recruited by the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt. One problem: he can’t sing to save his goddamn life.

As he struggles to develop his nascent singing abilities, Jiang Cheng finds himself sucked into the whirlwind drama of reality TV, helped along by his adoring siblings, his irritable vocal coach Wen Qing, and strangely enough, the unfairly attractive host of the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt, Lan Xichen. Somewhere in the glare of the stage lights and an unexpected first love, Jiang Cheng stumbles upon the thing he was searching for all along: the courage to dream — and to attempt the impossible.

Marginal Costs by ohwhatevrewhatevr

“You think you know what you want, Er-Ge,” A-Yao says. “But you should consider what you’re willing to give first,” he says wryly, taking Lan XiChen’s chess piece with slim, skilled fingers.

Lan XiChen looks up at A-Yao’s concentrated expression and the hint of contentment on his face that he is special enough to be allowed to see.

“It’s not just one decision, but the lead up to many more. One decision decides what else you’re going to have to pay, and each time you have to ask yourself, ignoring the sunk costs, if this time it’s worth it as well.”

When his sworn brother looks up at him with those clear, amber eyes, waiting, Lan XiChen feels the pull and gives in: he asks.

“Are you happy being in love?”

(First half is two sad sworn brothers talking, internally mourning how unfortunate their other sworn brother’s death was :/ and second half is when a mopey boy in blue meets an angsty boy in purple whilst chasing a demonic cultivator, and a lil bit of sexy dual cultivation happens.)

Somewhat Tender by theherocomplex

There is no defense against kindness; it has always undone him.

I didn't expect you to be lonely (too) by bettydice (BettyKnight)

Jiang Cheng's life is a mess, he's a mess, and he doesn't miss his brother at all. So when his sister gifts him ten sessions with a massage therapist, who turns out to be someone he was crushing on for a hot minute as a teenager and is still as hot as ever... yeah, that might as well happen. It won't have to mean anything.

This feels intimate to Jiang Cheng in a way that's probably very inappropriate and maybe even pathetic. Nobody touches him like this, right where he’s hurt the most. There's no one who handles him so gently, so carefully.

It's the gentleness that's his undoing, he thinks. He would be able to deal better with it if it was painful.

Life for Rent by yodasyoyo

“Yeah well. You’re not taking me seriously. This guy is my soulmate!”

“Soulmate.” Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Just because you don’t believe in them—”

“I believe in them!” Jiang Cheng says. “I’ve never denied they exist.”

“Just last week you said that it was an evolutionary quirk that had been used by greetings card companies, movie makers, and corporations to exploit lonely and vulnerable people.”

“And I stand by it! That doesn’t mean that soulmates aren’t real. Just incredibly unlikely and probably pointless.

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Or:

Xicheng vs Soulmates. Fight!

Halfway Around the World by theherocomplex

Normally, Jiang Cheng would be seething, jaw clenched tight, if someone sounded like that while they were talking, but — Lan Xichen has the trick of always making you feel like you're in on the joke, whatever the joke is. That you're laughing together.

Whelmed by yodasyoyo

For months now Jiang Cheng’s been idly fantasizing about how it would be if something were to come between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan. Mostly those daydreams have been simple enough — they break up (probably because Lan Zhan is boring or Wei Ying is annoying), Wei Ying is sad for a couple of days (Jiang Cheng’s willing to allow some space for feelings, he isn't a total monster), but then Wei Ying realizes he’s better off, he gets over it, and Jiang Cheng gets his brother back.

Unfortunately the fantasy version of events has only proven partially true, so far. They've broken up. Wei Ying has been sad.

Now weeks have passed, though — and Wei Ying is still sad, every. Single. Day.

It’s like Jiang Cheng's stuck in a looping GIF, and it’s driving him insane.

Or:

Jiang Cheng plots, Lan Huan pines, and, unfortunately for Lan Qiren, Wangxian are inevitable.