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[fallingforyouforeverr]

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭 | 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

summary: lando begins to panic when you don't want to cuddle with him

author's note: it's really hot rn where I live so i just wanted to write a cute little blurb inspired by my own suffering. vote here for who i write my next fic about!

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Lando was confused. He didn't think he had done anything wrong, and you didn't seem to be upset with him until now, so he couldn't possibly understand why you were refusing to cuddle with him.

It started off as most of your evenings did. After dinner, he washed the dishes while you dried and put them away, then you both moved into the living room to watch some tv before bed. Only, when Lando tried to pull you closer, you pushed his arm off you, moving away and leaving your boyfriend staring at you like a kicked puppy.

You didn't seem to think anything of it, settling back down on the other side of the sofa and pressing play on your favourite show. However, Lando was still frozen, mind reeling from your rejection. He wondered if you were ignoring him because you were mad or if it was just a mistake and you genuinely couldn't feel his eyes on you.

At last, the uncertainty became to much to bear and he decided to speak up. "Um...baby?" He asked tentatively, watching your face closely to see your reaction.

"Yeah?" You answered, glancing away from the screen.

Huh. That's weird. You didn't seem mad at all, and you obviously weren't ignoring him, so what was this about? Maybe you weren't feeling well suddenly?

"You feeling okay, sweetheart?"

Turning your body to face him, your equally as confused expression only eased his worries slightly. "Yeah, I'm alright. Why?"

Deciding it was probably best to be direct, Lando spoke again. "You pushed me away!"

You couldn't help but giggle at the adorable pout on his face, suddenly feeling bad for not explaining your behaviour earlier. "Lan, my love, I'm so sorry! I promise I'm not mad at you or anything, it's just because of the weather."

"The weather?" His expression changed, a slight frown settling into his brow as he waited for you to continue speaking.

"It's too hot," you explained. "It's my first summer in Monaco, I wasn't expecting it to be this warm. I didn't want to cuddle because I knew I would overheat."

Lando mentally slapped himself for not thinking of that as a possibility. He had lived here for a few years so he was used to the unrelenting sunshine by now, but you had only moved in with him recently so of course you weren't. He couldn't help but laugh at how much he was stressing over something so small.

"You idiot, making me panic like that!" The brunette scolded you playfully. You stared up at him innocently, batting your eyelashes with a smile.

Lando suddenly grabbed hold of your waist, and you shrieked loudly. You wriggled helplessly in his grasp, as he tickled you sides, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"I'll stop if you say sorry."

"Never," you gasped, swatting at his hands. He merely shrugged, tickling you harder.

"You sure?"

"Okay, okay, I-I'm sorry!" You managed between breathless pants.

Lando grinned cheekily at you, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before he leaned in to kiss you softly. You threw your arms around his neck tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. When you finally had to pull away for air, he rested his forehead against yours.

"I thought you were too hot," he teased, causing you to groan again and smack his shoulder. Lando pressed another quick kiss to your lips before continuing, "and for the record, I am definitely buying you like 20 fans tomorrow."

[girltomato]

sweet girl: i was looking for that

max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

max almost steals a book from a random lady because there's a picture of the pretty girl he bumped into on the back cover

fc: phoebe dynevor

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melbourne, november 2021

In all honesty, Max had forgotten about that night in that fancy club and that beautiful woman. He had much more important things to focus on like winning the world championship. The pressure was on and the energy amongst the Red Bull team was electrifying.

The way it all happened was a complete coincidence, one stranger's mistake dredging up the memories he had desperately shoved to the back of his consciousness.

A book had been left on a table in the Red Bull energy station. Normally he wouldn't even blink as he pushed it aside and took a seat but the author's name had him spiralling. Y/n, was all be read and he could already smell the phantom whiff of her raspberry perfume, he could feel the warmth of her hand in his, wiling away the buttery feeling on his jeans. Maybe he was being paranoid, he never got her surname, maybe this was another Y/n.

Nope, he flipped the book to read the blurb and there was her face smiling up at him. The same sparkly eyes and the sweet smile he had fantasised about for weeks after their chance encounter. Shit, she was real. He had truly convinced himself she was some figment of his imagination.

“Oh, I was just looking for that.” A woman rushed into the room, charging towards him at a speed he didn't realise was achievable in high heels. He handed the book over to its rightful owner begrudgingly, committing its author name to memory - not that he could ever forget now he had a full name to put to the face that had entranced him. I suppose they both had been looking for that book whether they knew it or not.

“Good book?” he queried, as the woman put the book back into her handbag.

“The best I've ever read.”

It was later that night when he was finally home alone and free from paying eyes that he opened his phone and searched her name.

Search : Y/n L/n

Google didn't teach him anything new apart from her age. He already knew she was an author and he was pretty sure he could sketch her face blindfolded and drunk. So next was Instagram.

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There was no harm in liking the post, right? She had a public page and he technically had just stumbled across her book and before going on an internet deep dive. And following her didn't really mean anything, maybe he just really enjoyed her books or something. With a sigh Max locked his phone, he needed to get some sleep before qualifying tomorrow. Nobody had to know he fell asleep to the memory of her laughter that night.

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okay it's here!!! thank u all so much for all the love so far and to everyone who voted on the poll, it means the world. random lady will be making return in future parts. unrelated, i've been working on my fem!driver oc and she will be making her debut this weekend i think, very excited.

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[harryslittlefreakk]

bite me

welcome to the first post of fictober 🍁🎃 this month will be all about witchy, spooky, cozy blurbs - enjoy!!!

summary: vamprry realises that halloween means he can mark his girl without anyone suspecting a thing 🧛

warnings: violence (i guess? biting), mentions of blood, hints of smut

wordcount: 1.1k

a/n: this was SO FUN to write!! ive never played around with the spooky/supernatural in writing so please let me know how i did!

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“My sweet girl.”

You turned at the sound of Harry’s voice, the low rumble starting a fire in your core. You knew what you’d see when your eyes met his.

The room was dimly lit, the moon casting silver beams across his face as you backed into the wall in front of him. His veins pulsed against the gentle skin of his neck, his eyes dark and glimmering with a blood-red shine.

His nose twitched as he looked at you hungrily, his body edging towards you as though your scent was physically drawing him in.

You studied him for a moment, your heart racing as he stared back at you. Your hand reached out to take his, your touch hesitant as his fingers gripped your hand with an unrelenting force.

“Let me in, Harry,” you whispered, sucking in a deep breath as you waited for his movement.

He’d let you in before, entwining your minds until you saw the world from his eyes, experienced yourself through his body. It was the only way you could see his reality, and you loved it.

To loom over yourself in bed, feeling the arousal that you caused flooding through his body, feel the pleasure of you both as he fucked you, coming together as one joint entity.

To hear the blood pounding in his ears, his heart hammering and pulse racing as he sunk his teeth into the neck of someone who’d never know how intimately they were handled by him.

Your chest grew tight, your lungs feeling as though they were crumpling in the depths your chest - and then you were standing a foot away, watching yourself hold the hand of the body you were in.

Your scent was intoxicating, more potent than ever. Harry’s throat burned, the familiar ache that came when he hadn’t fed for too long. He tried to focus on your voice, the softness of whatever you were saying, but every word seemed distant, blurred by the pounding of his heartbeat.

You raised a hand to your - his - throat as he swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. The hunger, the need was clawing at him, consuming him. He loved you, more than anything, and he’d promised himself he would never hurt you. But right now, all he wanted was to taste you.

“We have the party tonight,” you murmured, your voice coming from somewhere close and yet so far away. Your lips didn’t move, but the girl in front of you was speaking with your voice. “And neither of us have costumes. You could go as a vampire,” the mouth in front of you was morphing into a mischievous smile. “And I could go as your victim.”

Harry’s heart raced, a mix of shock, desire, and fear coursing through him as your words sunk in. He hadn’t ever expected you to offer yourself up as his prey. The thought of feeding on you, of sinking his fangs into you soft skin, terrified him - but it also excited him, in a way that made his entire body ache.

“I don’t want to lose control,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I don’t want to risk it.”

Your blood was hot through your body, your core tight as you felt Harry’s brain ticking through the emotions. He was hungry, so hungry, so fuelled by desire that though he voiced them, he was barely even considering the implications.

He dropped your hand, and you found yourself back inside your own mind, shut out from Harry’s body. He didn’t want you to feel whatever he did. The adrenaline pumped through you, bouncing between every wall and surface under your skin. It was an arousal stronger than you’d ever felt before, a desire that coursed through you with an intensity that made you ache.

You moved closer, your breath warm on his cheek. “I trust you.”

His hands trembled as they cupped your face, staring into your eyes. Slowly, you tilted your head, exposing your neck to him, the pale skin beckoning, the rhythmic thrum of your pulse a siren’s call. He could feel the sharpness of his fangs, aching to break free, to taste the life that flowed through your veins.

For a moment, he hesitated, his instincts warring with his conscience. But then you whispered his name, soft and reassuring, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a gentle breath, he pressed his lips to your neck, his fangs piercing your skin in one swift, tender motion.

A sharp sting bloomed at the side of your neck, but it was quickly followed by a pulse of warmth, almost like the pain melted into something sweeter, deeper.

Your breath caught, chest tightening with the rush of adrenaline that surged through her veins. It was intoxicating - the heat of his breath on your neck, the way his body pressed close to yours. The initial shock of the bite quickly gave way to a strange, electric thrill, sending waves of tingling pleasure coursing down your spine. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, fast and heavy, and each thud seemed to sync with the slow pull of blood leaving your body.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, gripping tightly, not out of fear, but out of the urge to be even closer to Harry. You weren’t afraid. The tiny niggling worry that the moment would terrify you, would transform your relationship into prey and predator, gave way to a pride that swelled in your chest. Pride that you could give him this, that you could be the one to quench the thirst that he had held back for so long.

Your body buzzed with the sensation, a soft warmth spreading through your limbs as Harry fed. Each pull of his mouth felt rhythmic, like a connection beyond words. Your vision blurred slightly at the edges, a soft dizziness creeping in, heightening your other senses as. You were more aware of the closeness between your bodies, of the way he trembled slightly as he fought for control.

The faint tug of Harry’s lips against your neck slowed, his tender kisses replacing his teeth, and as he finally pulled away, you exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

You were light, your mind slipping into a strange, euphoric haze as the adrenaline mingled with your desire. A gentle exhaustion washed over you, but your heart beat steady and strong. You tilted your head slightly, catching his gaze as he looked at you, concern and affection in his eyes.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, your voice breathy but sure. Harry pulled you close, your head buried in his chest, his heart still pounding steadily. His thumb grazed over the bite, the blood already starting to dry onto your skin, his chin still warm with the last drops.

“That’s one hell of a Halloween costume,” he whispered, a gentle laugh lacing his words.

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[ashtxrie]

that feeling when

— alternatively, enhypen as types of love

PAIR. ot7 enhypen x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, domestic love, blurbs WORD COUNT. 0.4k total

이희승 — lee heeseung

love is expressed with sparkling eyes and carefully chosen moments; words slipping past your lips sure but unprompted, less in a confession than in an attempt to nudge them into doing it first, that you’ll get them to hint to it enough for you to be sure. love is in the mix of a crooked smile with endearing eyes, wondering do you feel it too? 

박종성 — park jongseong

a ‘found family’ type of love; someone who doesn’t share the same blood as you but you love just the same. a tear-inducing hug, head resting on the other’s shoulder, a soft pat on the back saying hey. i see you, and i am so proud of the progress you have made. love is the warm embrace of finally being found and truly belonging. 

심재윤 — sim jaeyun

love is flirty, fun, dynamic. the entertaining and never dull feeling of playing a game only the two of you seem to know the rules to. the quick back and forth and the excitement, the butterflies, the anticipation that never gets quite finalized and the perfect excitement of something to look forward to. 

박성훈 — park sunghoon

love is expressed in a million unspoken ways; unrelenting but never directly, fully but never clearly. love is shown with attention, soft and hesitant, lingering references to things they’ve mentioned before, the adoring insistence of a repeated and pleaded “i notice you”. they would give up anything in a heartbeat just to see you smile. 

김선우 — kim sunoo

love is a best friendship, a duo that knows each other better than anyone else. finished sentences in each other that elicit uncontrollable laughter, eye contacts that speak a thousand words, endless inside jokes, and a little sun burning in your chest with knowing you have someone you can always trust, always count on. sometimes home could be a person too. 

양정원 — yang jungwon

love is holding their face, wiping their tears, smiling through watery eyes and sobbed out laughter, saying everything’s going to be okay. love is knowing that the other person won’t view you as any less no matter what. it’s okay to be vulnerable, to let go of the things weighing you down. you have someone other than yourself to rely on now. 

西村力 — nishimura riki

love is less of the kissing in the rain but rather the moment right before it, when your eyes meet in spluttered out giggles and knowing. love is in the whispered out confessions between smiling lips and blinking rain out of your eyes as you feel your heartbeat speeding up in your chest, because finally, yes, they know that you’ve loved them from the beginning. 

[draftdweller]

Rainy days and aftershave

Just a fluffy little blurb. Logan Howlett x Reader Warnings: Pure unrelenting fluff.

It was a rainy day, you know, the type that makes you want to snuggle up and read by a window. The perfect day in your opinion. So as soon as you woke up, sleep still in your eyes, you smiled contently seeing Logan peacefully asleep. You tried to get out of the bed, but found his arms around you, holding on as if you'd turn into a cloud of smoke if he let go. You and he had been together for almost a year now. Even gone as far as moving him into your apartment.

Slowly and carefully, you removed his arms from your waist ensuring he didn't wake from the movement. You wanted him to get as much sleep as he could. He didn't sleep much due to nightmares, so when he looked so peaceful, you just let him sleep. As soon as you were out of the bed, you went to the kitchen and began making yourself a cup of tea. After that was ready, you grabbed your favorite book and went to the living room, perching in you little seating area in the window. You set your tea next to you and opened the book where you left off and snuggled in under a blanket and rolled your sleeves of your sweater up slightly. Whenever you read, you'd get lost in the book for hours if it was just you in the room.

By the time you finished your tea, it was almost nine in the morning, and you decided to set the book down, and get up to move a bit. You walked to your shared bedroom, noticing logan wasn't in bed anymore. You heard the faucet running in the bathroom, and then the smell of his aftershave hits you. You smile walking into the bathroom, well the doorway at least and eyed him, he had just cleaned up his usual facial hair, and stood in the bathroom dressed in a pair of sweats and a tee. "Well good morning to you too, handsome" you spoke and smiled at him as he looked back at you, his eyes crinkling with a smile "Mornin' bub. How'd you sleep?" "I slept very well, it looks like you did too, you look rested today" His smile grew and he nodded, cleaning up after himself and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and placing a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth. After he kissed you, you buried your face in his neck, inhaling deeply, you loved the masculine scent of him more than anything. "I was wondering where you were when I woke up, so I walked into the living room, You are so beautiful just doing nothing but reading"

"I didn't want to wake you up, and so I just let you sleep in. I wanted to catch up in my book again anyways. But I would rather spend the perfect rainy day snuggled up with you." As soon as the words leave your lips, he lifts you effortlessly and carries you to the couch, sitting you down and grabbing your book for you, and then sitting next to you. He was more than willing to sit with you curled up against you, letting you read.

This really was the perfect rainy day.

[girlgenius1111]

WIPS

alexia x reader -trust me: r's first time taking the strap -chosen: alexia helps r navigate a rather difficult reunion with her family -shadows: you and alexia grow closer, but before anything happens, you pull away. she is determined to find out why. -hard knocks: r gets a concussion, and her [fairly new] girlfriend, alexia, wants to help take care of her. r is incredibly resistant to allowing alexia to help, until she has no choice. -learning curve: r gets custody of her 5 year old nephew when her brother gets into trouble. alexia insists on sticking around even though r gives her an out, and they both have to try to understand the other's definition of what it means to be a family. -no time for losers p2 - new world series: meant to be: r isn't sure she wants kids. alexia is sure that she does. not going to break: a few months into your pregnancy... 18+ favorites: after a long stretch of being at home, alexia has to leave for a few days. mila appears to have suddenly developed separation anxiety.

barça x reader -my business: r gets a meaningful tattoo, but gives her teammates no details about it. her older teammates, especially alexia whom she lives with, are furious that she didn't talk to them first. -terrified: incredibly nervous to go under the knife, r is scheduled for a minor surgery over the holiday break, but she doesn't tell any of her teammates. well, not right away.

engen!reader [solstråle] take care: ingrid gets injured, and sol is overwhelmed with worry. mapi day: when sol makes a new friend, she spends less time at home. ingrid is thrilled at the growth, as is mapi, but mapi also worries that sol was only spending time with her before because she had no other choice. sol invents mapi day to make it better. study buddy culture shock [blurb] tree hugger [baby sol] crashed out: sol wrecks mapi's car

other what it takes: cata x reader. cata is called to replace misa during the knockout rounds of the world cup. she freaks out, her teammates call r to come calm her down rewards: just let go prequel. the first time alexia and jenni try to relieve your stress. grumpy v smiley: kika x reader. as two of the new signings with the team, r and kika spend time together getting acclimated. r is perpetually grumpy, while kika is a ray of sunshine, trying to pull r out of her shell. kika is unrelenting, and eventually r lets her in. [basically black cat golden retriever ... unlikely friends ish to lovers kika x r] un verano sin ti: jenni x r. jenni returns home from a less than successful olympics, while r has been having an awful summer herself. both of them think the other is trivializing their issues, causing arguments and distance that neither of them really want. what they really need is each other.

[bonefall]

Unrelated to the new book blurb:

do you have any tips on processing the absolute mess that is the family tree? Like, how does one put it into smaller bites for re-doing/adjusting? How does one even begin to rework it when it's such a confusing tangle?? I'm just so overwhelmed by the tree(s), and I've read the whole series (because I would love to re-work it, but FUCK).

I will be 100% earnest with you; reworking the tree from scratch as a single person is both difficult and time consuming. I have a penchant for it, and even I'm not completely done. I make my reduxed trees totally free to use so that others at least have a jumping-off point for your own "cleaner" Clans.

So my most helpful tip would probably be Don't. PLEASE take my trees and cut them, prune them, bonsai them, clean them up even more than I did, anything you'd like. I do not wish this fate on my worst enemy.

That said-- let's say you love pain as much as I do, or you just want to see how much work I put into these trees. I'll babble about my process.

This is my WIP file for the ShadowClan Family Tree. Consider this image a content warning for self-inflicted pain and suffering 💕

Uhhh and also; an ACTUAL, serious content warning. Because of the nature of them asking how to fix trees on their own, I have to talk a little about incest. It comes with the territory.

A few things to know before you start;

You will need a FUCK OFF MASSIVE monitor for this. Mine is an ASUS a little under 2 feet long-- I've tried doing this on my smaller, secondary monitor, and these trees just get too big to work on.

FamilyEcho will not cut it. You NEED an art program. You will have to do this by hand, because there is no lineage-drawing tool that can handle families this large and tangled.

You will need to decide your "rules" beforehand. How closely related are you allowing valid couples to be? Are you allowing Queen's Rights? Can you add OCs, and if so, how often? On this point-- I have my Three Strict Rules, and do not use OCs. Because of this, I do a LOT of research beforehand and usually have the wiki open as I work on these. I'm always scouring for forgotten warriors to use for this.

There are going to be multiple drafts. You will not do this in one go. That does not mean you "failed" or you're "stuck," that's a good thing.

With all of that out of the way.

Usually, the first thing I do is pick a Clan to work on. There's over 1,000 cats in this series, so I break that up by picking one group at a time. Once I do that, I draw out the canon chart.

In this case, I've already drawn out all of the canon charts. River, Thunder, Shadow, Sky, Wind.

I call this a Diagnosis because I'm taking a look at what the problem is, so that I know what I'm fixing. In Shadow's case, it's a solid brick of inbreeding with a "missing generation" line. In ThunderClan's case, it's mostly a Robinwing x Fuzzypelt problem. Each Clan has its own unique issues.

Once you know the issue, step two, start drawing out what you want to do and keep. For example, let's say that you want to use the Ivy/Dove as Holly/Cinder kittens idea.

I generally try to start with the "modern" cats and work backwards, but it can also be helpful to just doodle out floating "branches" that you want to work in backwards.

You can see examples of those in my ShadowClan draft, up there, but I've zoomed in and circled them.

Don't be afraid to draw "notes" like this. You can just grab them and drag them around when something clicks!

Getting back to our "example" tree with Holly/Cinder Ivy/Dove, you might notice now that Lionblaze has no mate. Another thing I do when I see an immediate problem but don't have a solution in mind yet is use a little ? mark. You don't want to get hung up on deciding everything RIGHT away.

Now, this is where my 3 Strict Rules would come into play, in two ways! I'm sure you'll be able to spot them. For one, Lionblaze has waaaaay too many kids here who would go on to have kittens of their own, so I'd start breaking them up. For two, this tree makes Ivypool and Fernsong a first cousin pairing, something I don't allow.

You can fix this in any number of ways, and I'm sure there's someone out there shouting their preferred Lionblaze ships and Alt Fernsong Parents like they're the crowd on a game show, but for this demonstration I'm going to do this;

Here, I decided I didn't want to undo FernIvy, but I still want Fernsong to be Clanborn with two parents, so I have removed him from Lionblaze and given him unknown family. I've also taken Sorrelstripe and Spotfur, and moved them to a little spot on the side. I can now use them to patch up the little ? placeholders.

You'll also notice this is already becoming a mess. This is why you will need to redraw this a few times, for readability. The best tip I can give you for that is that families who only have one kit to carry on the lineage should go in a long line in the center, but otherwise, offspring who do not have kits should go between their siblings who do.

It's easier to visualize it imo, so here's what I mean;

The vast majority of the time I spend doing these is just "puzzlework." Trying to figure out a way to make line connections look good, making sure cats are far enough apart, trying to make "wishlist" stuff work.

Here's some insight to that with the big ShadowClan mess I showed at the beginning of this post;

And, mind you, this is Draft 3 of this tree. Those grayed-out parts of the first image were my first two. I wasn't satisfied enough with them, so I started from scratch several times!

I wish I could share some kind of good, simple process for this, but unfortunately I don't have one. It's just a lot of work, familiarity, creativity, and problem solving. I spend days, sometimes even weeks on these. My intention is that they can be a fandom resource that's easier to read than the website tree, less carelessly inbred with more thought given to immediate family units, AND more comprehensive.

In any case, I hope this was insightful, or these tips I share helped in some way!

[bucknastysbabe]

For the celebration blurb thing I like the way you kiss me by Artemas

I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss me

I can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits

Not tryna be romantic, I'll hit it from the back

Just so you don't get attached (yes, yes, yes)

You bite my lip just for the taste

You're on your knees, I'm on the case

You take the heat and with such grace

You say, "We're done, " but here you stay

With pookie?

Pookie say less nonnie😉😉😉😉😉😉

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Songfic, fwb to more, modern au, background Rhaewin, pnv!sex, oral sex (m!receiving), blurb, they just be horny as hell

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I like the way you kiss me - Artemas - C. Cole

I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss me. I can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits

Criston shoved your smaller form into the wall of your apartment, lips crashed against yours, his hand cradling the back of your head. He was a needy kisser, quick to slip some tongue and tilt your head for better access. You moaned into his eager lips, nails scrabbling at his shorter hair.

You don’t know why he did that- his hair was gorgeous.

He groaned against your mouth, “S’been a little long.” He shut you up with another desperate lip lock, his other hand gripping your ass, pulling you flush to his already swollen cock. Gods, he couldn’t help it, you two weren’t together and still he acted like it was a reunion of long-lost lovers.

In reality, it was two broken souls coming off separate breakups. Mutual friend group, it just happened. Months ago. Here you were again, whining and grinding against him, wrapping a barely covered leg around his slim hips. Something about Criston’s way of expressing his desire was addicting, hitting stronger than any drink or drug.

Not tryna be romantic, I'll hit it from the back

Just so you don't get attached.

Criston grunted, “On your hands and knees, yeah, like that.”

He took you from behind, a rule to this little arrangement. You could hear the foil of the condom, getting on your elbows for the angle. Criston hissed softly as he rolled the condom on, a warm hand on your lower back as he guided his cock into your soaked cunt.

No attachment.

Both of his hands tightened on your hips as he buried himself deep, groaning, “Fuuuck, fuck sweetness, you feel so good.” You mewled, arching for him, eyes closed as he began to thrust roughly, hips slapping hard enough to bruise you. Criston punched high cries out of your throat, thick cock unrelenting, the man’s strength more than he realized.

You bite my lip just for the taste.

Criston leaned his torso across your back, panting against your cheek, nose pressed into you. His hands roved around, lecherous and greedy. Almost possessive. He found your lips, nipping your lip hard, drawing blood. He lapped it up, you shivering at the gentle movements, Criston moaning, “Taste so sweet.”

No attachment. Then why did he like kissing so much?

You're on your knees, I'm on the case

Your ‘friend’ would come over to hang out, easygoing at first. It was a coin toss on who would initiate first. Tonight it was you, sliding between his pretty thighs, mouth-watering, way past the point of caring about a movie. Criston’s bitty shorts and the outline of his cock was distracting.

His dark eyes gazed down, lips faintly turning up into a smirk. Criston murmured, “Need something in that mouth, huh?” You nodded with a weak noise, pawing at his waistband, sliding down the sinful excuse of a pair of shorts. His head fell back as you swallowed him down, moaning eagerly.

No attachment. Then why did he call you his pretty baby when he came down your throat?

You take the heat and with such grace.

Criston gripped your thighs and ass, hips. Anything he could get his hands on. The pair of you were at the same party and their respective ex-lovers also there. Rhaenyra and Harwin were shacking up too now it seemed. It didn’t hurt like you thought it would. Criston eyed the pair, always more sensitive than you were.

His lips pressed to your neck, beard rubbing your sensitive skin raw. He didn’t even bother with a condom anymore, you’d gotten an IUD. Grabbing his longer hair, you gasped, “Criston, baby, you good?” He nodded, pressing his forehead against yours, eyes dark.

“You take me so well,” he purred.

Criston pulled your hips forward, drilling harder into your tight cunt. He panted and groaned, breathing hotly against your lips. The man grinned while swirling a thumb around your clit, shushing your frantic whining. He asked gently “How come you take me so well? Starting to think you were made for me.”

No attachment. Yet this took the cake.

You say, "We're done, " but here you stay

You were scared. Scared of falling again. Criston spooned your naked form, lounging in the morning. The sunrise cast over his gorgeous skin, golden and smooth. He dug his face into your neck, grumbling. It felt normal, right, good.

“I think we should call this off,” you murmured.

Criston popped his head up, dark eyes serious. He raised a brow, pulling you closer and settling. His hand pressed to your stomach, gently. His raspy morning voice vibrated across the junction of your shoulder and neck.

“But here you stay, love.”

A moment of realization passed. Yet here you stayed. You weren’t going to leave, didn’t want to. He was comforting and sweet, kind, and well…fuck it.

“Here I stay,” you agreed.

He kissed your neck, grinning for once.

[ssahotchnerr]

so I had this random scenario stuck in my head all week…

as we all know how Aaron is always frowning soo just imagine his s.o. tenderly kissing him right between his brows and slowly massaging his frown away… and you being happy while you practically see all the tension leaving his body… and it’s just a sweet little moment they share after a long day, a harsh interrogation or a though case..

ugggh I think Aaron would love it and literally melt into your touch

I really had to share this with someone and who else is to be concerned with Aaron Hotchner blurbs then you?

frown lines

🥹🥹🥹 thank you for thinking of me! cw; small angst to comfort <3

"c'mere." you stated once aaron had exited the bathroom, tapping lightly on the mattress besides you. at the sight of him, your heartstrings pulled.

it had been a long day; the suspect you currently had in holding had been one of the most uncooperative, unrelenting pieces of scum you had encountered. he thought of it all as a mere game- dodging questions, answering everything but said questions to grow frustration, kicking his feet up on the table mid conversation, anything to display his disrespect. he had also made a foul comment towards yourself, resulting in aaron himself escorting you from the room within seconds.

from that action, the suspect must've known he had struck a nerve, and you only assumed he had used it to his benefit. when you saw aaron leaving interrogation a few hours later, his face was rigid; jaw seemingly immovable from how strongly he was clenching his teeth. all of his actions the rest of the day were full of haste and were stiff, as if he was on the verge of snapping entirely. and not to mention his eyebrows- you feared they would somehow break off his face with how strained they were.

and currently in front of you, he looked defeated. utterly exhausted.

once aaron joins you on the bed, he first takes your face in his hands, kissing you gently. it was all too easy to melt right into him, causing you to move back closer to the headboard and take him with you. you can taste the toothpaste he had just used, and the sharp peppermint refocuses your mind.

"wait." unwilling to part, you kiss him once more, then again. "about today."

the mention causes the frown to reappear instantly. "i don't particularly want to talk about today."

you nod in understanding, "and we don't have to." you sit up as much as you can manage, as aaron is still straddling you. "lay your head on my lap."

aaron gives you an almost quizzical look, but follows your instructions. he repositions himself- feet hanging off the bed, hands clasped over his chest, with his head in your lap, looking up at you.

you lean down, pressing a kiss between his eyebrows. "thank you."

you begin by massaging his temples, just the way he does whenever you have one of your migraines. your finger pads apply soft pressure, moving in circular motions. after a while, your fingers migrate to his forehead.

"you know," you comment. "you'll get frown lines if you're not careful."

"i already have frown lines."

a soft laugh exits your mouth. "not if i can help it."

you bring your fingers to the middle of his forehead. with slight pressure, you glide your fingertips towards his temples, relieving the tension present in his eyebrows. once you reach the destination of his temples, you maintain that same pressure, count to three in your head, and release.

as you fall into a pattern, aaron's body begins to lose it's stiff posture. his tense shoulders deflate and he relaxes into you completely. his eyes are closed and he's breathing softly through his nose.

just the same as you started, you finish with a kiss in between his brows. "better?" your fingers find his hair, brushing the wispy strands away from his face.

aaron opens his eyes and you're met with his sleepy, calm gaze. the lines in his face aren't nearly as prominent, and compared to his demeanor from earlier, he almost looks like a different person.

he offers you a smile, leaning up to find your lips. "extremely. thank you sweetheart, don't know what i would do without you."

you pull him up by his t-shirt, bringing him back to his earlier position. "you'd have frown lines, that's what."

[goldengalore]

Slutty Little Shorts

Summary: Y/N is turned on by Harry’s tiny running shorts.

Word count: 880

Warnings: smut (sub!harry, dom!reader, teasing, edging)

A/N: I’m having a terrible bout of writer’s block. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to write stories 🙃 So I thought I’d just work on something small, like a random blurb about Harry’s shorts. Enjoy!

***

It’s a bright and sunny Saturday morning. Y/N stands in the kitchen, staring out at the garden through the window, admiring the meticulously arranged flowerbeds and vegetable patch that she and Harry planted together in the spring.

She doesn’t hear him enter the kitchen until he says, “Babe? I’m heading out for a run.”

Turning to look at him, her eyes are immediately drawn to the tiny orange shorts hanging off his hips, not even reaching the middle of his thighs. His tiger tattoo stares back at her.

“Wearing that?” she asks.

He looks down at his outfit. “Uh, yeah? These are the new running shorts I bought last week, remember?”

“I didn’t know you bought those for running.”

“What else would they be for?”

She shrugs. “To seduce me?”

He places his hands on his hips and glances down at the shorts again. “I’m not sure they look sexy enough to be used for seduction purposes. I mean, they’re neon orange, for one thing.”

“You can make anything look sexy. It’s like your superpower.”

She may be biased, but she can’t think of a single instance where Harry looked unattractive in whatever he was wearing. Whether he’s dressed in a tailored suit or a hoodie and sweatpants or as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, he never fails to look like a Greek god to her.

“I’m almost hesitant to let you out of the house wearing that,” she says, only half-joking.

“They’re just shorts, Y/N,” he laughs, oblivious to how thick and juicy and delectable his thighs look. “You’re acting like my ass is hanging out the back or something.”

She lifts her brows. “Is it?”

“No!”

“Let me see. Turn around.”

He sighs and turns around slowly, keeping his hands on his hips.

“Seeeee?” He wiggles from side to side a bit, enticing her even more. “The ass is nicely tucked away. There is nothing to worry a—”

His sentence is interrupted by both of Y/N’s hands landing firmly against his cheeks. He jumps slightly in surprise.

“I love your cute little butt,” she says, squeezing it over his shorts, feeling the toned muscle flex beneath her fingers.

He frowns over his shoulder at her. “Little? I don’t do forty squats a day for you to call my butt ‘little.’”

“Forty squats, huh? How come I never get to see you doing those squats?”

“Because I’m shy,” he mumbles quietly, playing up the act.

She snorts. “Right.”

Moving her hands to his hips, she guides him back against the edge of the kitchen counter and stands in front of him. She pulls his head down to kiss him, instantly gliding her tongue across his plush lips and into his mouth. He tastes like toothpaste.

One of her hands sneaks into his shorts. When she reaches his cock and gives it a firm squeeze, he whimpers against her mouth. She knows he must be extra sensitive after how much she teased him in bed earlier this morning, licking and caressing his hard length, refusing to let him come no matter how much he begged and begged. It’s part of his punishment for coming without her permission last night.

“Y/N, please,” he whines, pulling away from the kiss. “Have t—to go for my run.”

Sliding her other hand to the back of his head, she gives his hair a sharp tug. He moans.

“I’ll let you go soon, puppy,” she tells him gently. “Just want to play with my toy for a bit.”

She kisses him again but just briefly so that she can watch his reaction as she pumps her hand back and forth over his cock in quick, unrelenting strokes. His mouth falls open. He’s almost panting in pleasure, and the sound is music to her ears.

“Stay still,” she warns when he starts rocking his hips against her hand.

“Sorry.”

His hands are at his sides, gripping the edge of the counter so hard that his knuckles have gone white. She keeps her eyes on his sweet face, grinning at how his cheeks flush a deep red under her watchful gaze.

“Oh, please, please,” he whispers as he gets close.

She pulls her hands out of his shorts abruptly and says, “Okay, I’m done. Off you go!”

“Wh—what?”

She smiles and fixes his shorts around his hips before stepping back. “You can go on your run now, puppy.”

“But… But...”

“But but but what?” She tilts her head to the side, challenging him to continue, to ask her to keep touching him until he comes, but she knows he won’t. Because she made it very clear last night that he won’t be coming for the rest of the weekend and possibly the entire upcoming week if he keeps misbehaving.

So, all he does is stand there and pout. And while he has a knack for putting on the cutest puppy-dog eyes Y/N has ever seen, she’s not about to give in that easily.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. You’re the one that came down here wearing those slutty little shorts. What did you think was going to happen?”

She laughs evilly and starts to leave the kitchen, turning back in the doorway to say, “By the way, we need to buy you more of those. In all different colours.”

***

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[tetzoro]

YOU CAME? YOU CALLED. ༉‧₊˚.

ft. exboyfriend kuroo !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : ex boyfriend kuroo comes to your rescue and you reminisce on why exactly you broke up in the first place.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : hurt/comfort. slight angst with happy ending ? — WC : 500.

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : fitting for my first blurb here methinks. cant go anywhere without my tetsu ;( !! made him hold my hand the whole time i was moving blogs. enjoy !!

“you came.”

just seeing kuroo’s face brought back every emotion you had hastily stuffed deep in your heart. the feelings you didn’t want to face since your break up. the pain of it was too much to bare so you had encased your heart in something impenetrable — something no one would ever have access to again.

but the mere sight of him demolished it all in an instant, an explosion that had you nearly clutching at your chest as the pain spread all throughout your body.

it wasn’t always like this — in fact, it used to be such a fairytale romance. one that always had your stomach filled with butterflies and your head so far up the sky you could grasp any star your little heart wanted. his love made you feel like you were on top of the world.

but when you fell and he wasn’t there to catch you anymore — it shattered every bit inside of you. no longer could you call him to tell him about your day. the good, the bad, all the little streams of thoughts you had. the last few weeks had been hell.

images of heavenly love flood through your mind, seeping down into your veins and carrying it’s way to your heart. the unrelenting head never stood a chance against the ever forgiving heart — a futile battle when kuroo tetsuro was involved.

warm summer nights and cozy winter mornings come to mind when you think of your happier moments together. kuroo was always a caring partner, ever observant of even the tiniest details. the kind that found joy in fixing the strap of your favorite pair of heels when they snapped, the kind to pick up your favorite take out on his way back from work — no matter how late it was.

he always looked after you, taking care of you in ways no other person has, or ever will, amount to. the memories from your break up were too hard to dissect, knowing that if you looked too closely, you’d see the error of your ways.

how both of you were completely stupid, letting an argument over the fact the two of you haven’t seen each other in awhile take precedence over your very relationship.

tensions had been high and like an overly stretched rubber band — it snapped. you snapped. and in turn, so did he. mismatched words spilled from your mouth that in no way lined up with what you felt in your heart. but the hurt had taken over, casting a dark plague over everything that surrounded you.

honestly, you’d do anything to take it all back. to break down in front of him and tell him how much you missed him. it truly had not been your intention when you summoned him over, but the thought was creeping up your spine, desperate hope blooming in its wake.

the howling wind brought you back to the present. there was a beat of silence as he tried to catch his breath. his hair was matted to his forehead as he hunched over. it was clear he got here in quite the hurry. he slowly straightened up, squaring back his shoulders as that familiar smirk slinked along his features, his amber eyes warming you up with just a single look.

“you called.”

[sanderssidesthehouse]

Sanders Sides Ranked: Flirting???

Why do I have “For Legal Reasons This is a Joke” stamped on the front here? Because I get to saying some shit later that is NOT meant to be taken seriously. I enjoy saying words recreationally and making bits, not everything I say all the time is an accurate representation of my thoughts or beliefs and I just want to make that clear when posting on the piss on the poor webbed site.

Sorry, Logan. I don’t think he cares actually, but just in case. I would [verb] you. I also don’t think he cares about that, but just in case.

Also after adding the text on Logan's picture I decided I should add a little blurb to every slide so you can tell exactly how not biased I am.

When trying to decide on widespread appeal I had to acknowledge that most people would probably find him kind of annoying, which is his right, for sure, but then I had to gauge how annoying and how much that mattered and it took me a while.

For niche appeal, I just think that most theater kids™ don’t want to [verb] other theater kids™. They do [verb] for sure, but mostly because they can’t get anyone else because they’re theater kids™ and I think other insecure people mostly want to give him a hug.

(I was a theater kid but not a theater kid™, though I knew some. I just want theater kids™ to know it is their right to be insufferable.)

He's really kind of got two tricks, one is being dad and the other is being sad. I think I'd like to give him a Patt-on the head. If you're into that, though, hopefully you're also into frogs.

Look I was at one point part of all four niche appeal groups and I’m still part of two, this may be a targeted attack, but I caught myself in the crossfire.

Putting Roman in there was a joke bc you cannot tell me you don't classify what Janus was doing as flirting and it worked very well on our prince.

And unrelated to the ranking, I just get jump scared every time I see what Janus actually looks like bc he has long hair to me now. Where are his beautiful locks? Who cut my wife's hair?

Ok look. Quality of banter. We ALL saw his episode, ok? That was NOT top tier creative work. Granted he’s been locked in the basement for a long time so it’s understandable, but that doesn’t change the facts. 

For his blurb I was between what I wrote and something along the lines of "I would forcefem him" and I don't think either of those convey to you how not biased I am but just know that I adore him.

I had a blast making this, I kept cracking myself up, which means probably zero other people think it’s funny but here we are.

I actually went into this thinking I would have Logan as the worst and I thought Roman and Janus would tie for best so I’m glad to see we all have the same general consensus. It looks like this list would go Roman, Janus, Patton, Remus, Virgil, Logan.

I did my best to cut out any egregious swearing and anything explicit so I hope everyone can appreciate my sacrifice /j. Thanks for joining me, argue about it in the comments and reblogs. (<- Also a joke, please be nice.)

[mothdruid]

Hi my lovely abby! For your birthday blurb weekend celebration I’d like to request this storm prompt: ⋆ "come here, i'll keep you safe. swear." With Anakin please and thank you❤️❤️hope you have the best day and happiest birthday! Love and hugs💕

Safe

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x afab!reader

word count: 900

a/n: ps. sorry if there are any inaccuracies with my star wars lore. i haven't watched anything star wars related in years. my love for anakin only recently resurfaced

A shudder ran through you as you listened to the unrelenting storm outside. The rain was pounding down outside, thunder clapping frequently with lighting following shortly after. It was making it hard to sleep. Each loud clap of thunder was frightening you back awake. Every shock of lightning illuminated your room.

Kamino was nothing but an endless ocean. As someone who grew up on Mandalore, it was hard to be okay with this watery landscape they called a planet. Especially with how severe the storms were. You had had the occasional storm on Mandalore growing up, but nothing like this. You were surprised the buildings were still standing above what.

Being sent here felt almost like a punishment. You knew it was necessary, but hell. The only thing making it better was the people you had been sent there with. Obi-wan had been the one to ask for you, which apparently Anakin encouraged. When Ahsoka said that you couldn't help the flutter in your chest.

You weren't sure what it was, but there was just something about Anakin that made your heart beat a little faster. The two of you had been on one assignment together. That was the beginning of it all, and now you could barely get him out of your mind.

Ever since the storm had started you wondered if he was like you. If he was staring at the ceiling, hoping for some calm. Or if he was fast asleep, the storm barely even noticeable. You closed your eyes, mind wandering to more thoughts of Anakin. Just as your mind was wondering if he was in his normal sleep ware. His broad chest cover by nothing, only a loose fitting pair of black pants on his waist.

Boom! Crack!

You sat up that time, chest rising and falling quickly. You dug your nails into your palms. Tightness tugged at all of your muscles. You needed to do something else besides just laying there. Without another thought you got up and headed to grab your robe.

After putting your robe on, you opened your door and moved into the hallway. At least in the hallway the storm didn't sound as loud. You didn't have a plan in mind. At this point, if you needed to walk around the halls all night to feel better you would. So, that's what you did.

The halls were empty, except for the occasional guard. Your foot steps were being drowned out by the sound of the storm outside. Hell, your thoughts were starting to become drowned out by the noise. You were starting to wonder how any of these guards were staying focus with all of the noise.

While lost in thought you rounded the corner of the hall, hoping to continue walking. Instead you were met with another body. The two of you bumped into each other, obvious that neither of you were really paying attention. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you up straight as you regained your balance.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," you started apologizing immediately, ready to start hear some guard yell at you. It never came though.

"Hey, it's okay," a familiar voice said.

Everything started clicking into place in your mind. The strong hands and chest, soft yet firm voice. You had slammed directly into the man who had been plaguing your thoughts all night so far.

"Anakin, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you apologized again.

"Like I said, it's okay," a soft smile was on his lips. "What's got you up this late anyway?"

"Oh, I just am having a hard time sleeping," you tugged the front of your robe around you a little more.

Anakin was exactly as you had imagined him. Black robe, black pants, no shirt. Tonight really just wasn't your night. First the storm and now him.

"Is there any particular thing keeping you up?" His tone had a bit of concern to it, something that wasn't too common for him.

"Oh no, not real-"

As if the storm knew what you were about to say, a loud boom of thunder clapped outside. You tilted your head inward, drawing away from the loud sound as your body tensed. Anakin's hand on your arm tightened a little bit, as if he was still trying to keep you up right. Lightning flashed and leaked in through the windows of the hallway.

"I don't like the storm either," he whispered reassuringly.

"I'm just not used to them like this," you started, "not with the water and everything. It makes me worried."

"Worried?"

"Yeah, like what if it gets too bad and something happens?" The nerves were making your voice shake a little.

"Come here, I'll keep you safe. Swear."

Without warning, Anakin's arms slipped around you and pulled you into him. The soft skin of his broad chest was pressed against your cheek now. You let your arms wrap around him, holding him in a similar embrace that he had you in.

The two of you sat there like that long enough for another loud boom of thunder to occur. That time when you tensed Anakin was there, arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you close. His embrace almost made you forget about the storm, the loud noise being the only thing reminding you now. Even the lightning had ceased to exist with face nestled into his chest. For the rest on the night the storm didn't bother you.

thank you so so much for asking for my boy ani!!! i really hope you enjoy this fluffy blurb<3

don't forget to send blurbs in for my birthday event!

birthday blurb weekend!

[m1d-45]

More unrelated Bird Xiao blurbs because this idea has me in a chokehold.

Xiao always felt guilty about the scar he left on your hand when he but you. He nuzzles that scar with his little feathered head every chance he gets.

Zhongli noticing Xiao is in a much better mood these days. When the former archon asks the yaksha about it, he swears he saw Xiao give a small smile before he left to pray to the creator.

Xiao gets hurt in his bird form. He can't fight back in this little body and ends up with a broken wing. When the true creator finds him, he can only chirp sadly and apologetically. 'I'm so sorry,' he thinks, 'I just wanted to find you.' But instead of leaving him there like he expected, you oh-so-carefully pick him up and use what little powers you have to heal him. His heart aches for you when he hears you murmuring comforting words to him while you hold him close. He never wants you to let go of him.

-sibling anon, who is currently fixated on all the fluff+angst material of this idea

honestly i could probably post this stuff as like. a Genuine Post. but i wanna answer this now and also have a really sad post right after valentine’s day (which is already q’d) so… here’s 800 words of bird xiao :)

xiao’s fond of sitting in your palm, head resting on the small scar on your finger. he feels so bad for it, always, the glimpse of blue engrained in his memory, but he hopes by covering it you won’t hate him for it.

you don’t hold it against him (honestly, you probably forgot) and treat him as you always do: with kindness. you pet over his wings and give him your almonds, and in return he sings you a gentle song.

he’s seen at the inn less and less often, it’s so quiet on the balcony that verr ends up calling zhongli over. the consultant knew the yaksha, somehow, and she hoped he could find out what was wrong. zhongli wasn’t expecting anything serious, but when the balcony was empty even after he called for him…

(across liyue, xiao stiffened in your hands. you frowned, but he only flapped up, up, and away, leaving you as suddenly as he arrived)

xiao appears a moment before zhongli was going to call again, seeming… almost relaxed.

they talk, and though xiao swears he’s keeping up with his duties… zhongli knows he isn’t lying, but he can see how his debt has lessened. his shoulders are straighter, he isn’t as hunched over, and his hands aren’t balled at his side.

zhongli eventually shrugs it off. hes not surprised xiao hasn’t been hanging around as often when the traveller recently went to sumeru; love does strange things to people.

xiao’s only seen you in his mortal form once, and it was entirely by accident.

he’d been traveling from one hilichurl camp to the next, and your paths had crossed. he’d frozen, unused to seeing you when he want the size of your palm, but even from a distance he could see the terror in your eyes.

he hated it.

he couldn’t move for you if he wanted to—he did, he wanted to stop and hold you like you’d held him, wanted to brush his hands over your skin and assure you you had nothing to fear—as you turned and fled, leaving him alone on the trail. he couldn’t blame you, in truth, not when his spear was drawn and his face was taught with irritation. it made sense you’d be afraid of him, just… he wasn’t prepared for it to hurt this badly.

he’s been careful to only approach you in his smaller form ever since, no matter how far he had to fly. it wasn’t worth scaring you.. not after he’d already hurt you once.

he was distracted as he flew, not seeing the hawk that was diving for him until it was too late. the claws of the larger bird slammed him into the earth with a sharp crack, and he let out a cry. he couldn’t shift, not now, not when it was the time when you were usually walking about-

“hey!”

the bird didn’t pay attention to your call, only pressing xiao down further, but he did. he tried to wriggle from the hawk’s grip, to avoid the sharp beak that could spell his death in this smaller form. all he needed to do was get out, to slip free- but what if you saw him? would you still be afraid of him?

a large stick hit at the hawk, knocking its beak from xiao. you’d picked one up, one of the many splintering sticks scattered in liyue. you.. were protecting him.

the hawk cried and let him go, flapping backward, but you continued to jab at the dirt in front of it until it caved in and flew away.

xiao tried to flip to his feet, but one of his wings was hurt badly, pain shooting up his shoulder when he tried to move it. another weak chirp slipped out of him without his meaning to, and you turned, worry on your face.

you knelt—you shouldn’t be doing that, not to him, not when he was so dark and you were such a bright light—and carefully picked him up, cradling his small form in your palm. the warmth from your hands quickly covered his body, seeping into the definitely broken bone and easing some of the pain.

you carried him back to your messy camp, carefully hand-feeding him bits of almonds. if he weren’t covered in feathers, he’d surely have flushed a bright red, but he couldn’t deny that the food did help slightly.

for the rest of the day, he sat in your palm in a quiet half-sleep, weakly chirping whenever you checked on him. other birds came and went, but you kept him sheltered in your hand, wiping away any dust on his feathers.

by the time morning came, his wing was barely even sore.

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I need to check in on professor and H!

I love them so much. I would adoreeee a lil blurb or something! 🥺💘 xx

Hot and Bothered

where Harry and the professor are feeling the heat. enjoy!!!

The Professor Series

You weren’t going to go down to the pool. The outdoors weren’t really for you, and warm weather? Hot weather? Forget it. You liked bundling up in cozy sweaters and wearing thick woolen socks and letting the steam from hot tea warm your face.

But everyone was hanging out by the hotel pool today, and recently you’d been making an effort to be more social. That, and Harry left the hotel room before you woke up, so you hadn’t seen him all day; the only way was to get into some shorts and sandals and brave the semi-public pool.

You were in one of Harry’s shirts, not the same one you woke up in, the sole swimsuit you owner underneath. It was plain, not particularly revealing or prudish, merely the first one you grabbed at the store when you were preparing for the trip to South America. Fiddling with the hem of the lace button down, you scanned the poolside for Harry.

It took a few moments, everyone staying at the hotel seeming to have the same idea today. But your eyes snagged on a figure partially covered by the shell of a small cabana. His face was covered and out of the sub, but you would recognize those tattoos anywhere, the defined muscles beneath them. Seeing him laid out so leisurely—legs and arms spread as he dozed on his back, sweat making his skin gleam—made you blush.

Perhaps it would seem odd to some people, but sometimes you forgot your boyfriend was extremely attractive. You recognized that he was beautiful, of course. He had a gorgeous face with incredible features, but the Harry you were used to was sweet and caring and gentle. Soft, tender. This Harry was...he was just hot. Sexy. And he wasn’t even doing anything but lounging on a cabana. But he looked the way he did after they spent a couple hours in bed together. The thought made you blush even more.

Doing your best to reclaim your composure, you went over to Harry and the rest of the band and crew who were all lounging together. Sarah smiled at you and joked about the unrelenting heat, and you smiled back, though you were having trouble focusing now that you were closer to Harry. Setting your stuff down, you sat on the open spot on Harry’s cabana and poked his leg a couple times until he stirred.

“Was wondering when you’d come down,” he said, voice still thick with sleep.

Your mouth suddenly felt dry. He was your boyfriend, not a silly crush. Why did he have this effect on you still? “I—I was watching a documentary about the local flora and fauna.”

“Of course you were,” he said, grinning wide as if he expected nothing less. “Come over here and tell me all about it.”

You hesitated. Something about the heat was making your brain short circuit. You weren’t sure what you would do with Harry sprawled out like that. You looked around the pool deck, reminding yourself that you were far from alone. That seemed to ground you in reality once more.

“If you’re uncomfortable with all the people around, I understand,” Harry said, taking your quick glance to mean something completely different.

“That’s not it,” you reassured. You knew he felt bad about the lack of privacy in your relationship. “It’s just um...It might be a little hot, right? All—All squished together like that.”

Harry seemed to consider your point. “Mmm. You’re right. I’ll be back.”

You didn’t have time to utter a single word as he shuffled out and off of the cabana and headed for the pool. You watched as Harry slid in, quickly dunking his head underwater.

The sight in front of you could’ve come straight out of a movie. The sun seemed to set the droplets of water on Harry’s skin aglow, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he pushed his hair away from his face, the strands darker than usual now that they were wet.

Your eyes followed the little drops of water down, down, down his body, catching on the strands of hair beneath his navel or disappearing beneath the band of his swim shorts.

There were no words, not a single one, to describe your reaction. Your skin felt fuzzy, mouth dry of all moisture and gaping at your boyfriend a little (later you fretted over whether anyone at the pool caught your reaction and posted it online). Your head was simultaneously empty and full of thoughts you should not have been having in such a public place, first of which being to pull Harry’s shorts down with your teeth—

“There. I’ve cooled down. Now come lay with me.”

There was really no other choice but to say yes.

Harry repositioned himself on the cabana, his arm open for you to press yourself against his side. The sensation of his wet body against yours that was nearly bone dry was a tad uncomfortable, but you didn’t care, not when one of his hands was high up on your leg and drawing patterns into your skin.

You tried to settle, tried to go through the diverse plant population of South America in your head to distract from his hands, his legs tangled with yours, your cheek on his broad shoulder, all the muscles he’d developed with this new work out regimen he’d been trying out recently. It was all going to your head, flooding your senses to the point where you had to close your eyes and try to drown it all out.

“You okay?”

Harry, bless him, didn’t have a clue as to what he was doing to you. Even his voice was unfairly husky, and it nearly made you shiver.

“I’m fine.”

“Sensory overload?” he asked, taking on a gentler tone, but that only made it worse. You wanted him so bad you could’ve screamed it to the whole pool. “If you want, we can go back upstairs and—”

“I’m fine, I promise,” you said.

Tilting your head up, you kissed him, hoping to satisfy the little monster writhing in your belly. For a moment, the slide of his lips against yours seemed to do the trick, but before you thought better of it, your hand was on his cheek to deepen it.

Harry wasn’t opposed at all. He hummed happily as he ran a hand through your hair, but when you broke away to kiss his jaw, leave a little mark behind his ear, his neck, he seemed to understand.

“So you do want to go back up to the room,” he mused. Harry held your chin in his hand, his eyes alight. “You could’ve just said so.”

“I don’t know what’s come over me. I think the heat is altering my brain chemistry, or—”

“Or,” he said, kissing your nose. “You just find me insanely sexy and are losing your mind over it.”

That’s exactly what it was, but he didn’t need to tease you about it.

Harry kissed you again, pulling away too quickly for your taste. “Don’t worry, my love. Happens to me too sometimes.”

“Really?” You didn’t mean to sound so incredulous, but Harry was...well he was on a different playing field than you were physically.

“Mmhm. You drive me absolutely crazy sometimes,” he said, right against your ear so no one else could hear your conversation. “Remember when you were mad at me because I kept leaving dishes in the sink?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “I was yelling at you.”

Harry shrugged. “And when I joined you for office hours that one time and you were being very stern with one of your students?”

You blushed. Harry had practically dragged you out of your office once the student was gone. Your office hours hadn’t even ended yet.

“That’s what...what,” your voice hushed to a whisper, “turns you on?”

He shrugged again. “We all have our things, and I like seeing you be assertive.”

A small laugh bubbled out of you as you hid your face in the crook of his neck once more, his skin warm once again. You took a moment to enjoy just laying with him in the sun, the scent of his cologne mixing in with his sun block and the chlorine from the pool. Your fingers found his hair, unclipping the hair clip so you could run your fingers through it briefly. The frenzy you’d been in had dissipated, and now you felt calmer, lulling yourself to sleep in Harry’s arms.

“Love,” Harry said, breaking the silence.

“Yes?” you half mumbled, your lips moving against his chest.

“I’m glad you’ve calmed down, but it seems you’ve transfered your horniness to me.”

Your eyes blinked open in an instant. Not moving from his chest, your gaze flicked up to his, blinking with surprise.

“Yeah. That’s not helping. Come on,” he said, voice tight. He sat up, bringing you with him. Harry quickly gathered his things and even grabbed your bag full of the books you planned on reading while you were out here before your brain turned to mush on you. They were only a couple hundred pages each, a quick read for you, so you needed multiple. Though now it seemed you would be starting them later.

Harry waved goodbye to everyone, and you did the same, anticipation coiling in your stomach with each step back to the hotel room.

When the elevator slid open to reveal the empty hallway that would lead you to the room, Harry picked you up. You squeaked, legs wrapping around his middle on instinct. Both of you were clothed, but heat emanated from your skin as if you were still lying in the sun. Harry kissed your cheek gently as he unlocked the hotel room, tossing everything in his hands onto the floor by the door as he shuffled inside. Clothes were off in an instant, but Harry didn’t seem to want to wait to get to the bedroom. Sitting you on the counter, he gave you one last gentle kiss. A pinch to your inner thigh was enough to tell you that was the last of his gentleness for a while.