#they can't keep their hands off each other

[luvleyshif4]

bf!rafe Cameron x gf!reader

Summery~ bf!rafe coming back home from work to find a flustered and horny gf!reader but she can’t say it cause she’s shy.

Content~ Sexual tension, shy reader, slight humping, neck kissing, use of words like ‘princess, baby’ etc…

Authors Note~ Heyy!! I’m kinda trying out a new format so that’s why this looks like what it looks like… also this was so yum to write idk why but I just lowkey love this so much. Enjoy💗💗

Rafe walks through the front door, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck, and hair messy from a long day at work. He drops his keys on the counter, letting out a sigh before he catches sight of you leaning against the kitchen island.

you stood there, clutching a glass of water in an effort to distract yourself from the way your stomach flips every time you see him.

"Hey, princess," he greets, his deep voice tinged with affection as he crosses the room in a few easy strides.

He reaches you, his hands immediately finding your waist like they always do, and presses a soft, casual kiss to your lips.

You're breathless by the time he pulls away, though he doesn't notice, already moving toward the fridge. "Miss me?" he teases lightly, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he grabs a water bottle.

"Always," you mumble, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. He shoots you a quick grin, but you can tell he doesn't think much of it. He's too busy twisting the cap off the bottle and leaning against the counter opposite you, taking a long sip.

"So," he starts, setting the bottle down and resting one hand on the counter behind him. "Dad had me running in circles all day. He's got this big deal he's working on, and guess who got stuck doing all the legwork."

You nod along, trying to seem like you're listening, but your eyes keep drifting to the way his chest looked with the first few buttons open, the way his throat moves when he talks. His voice, low and casual, is like a drug, making your pulse race.

He's oblivious to your inner turmoil, stepping closer to you as he continues talking. His hands naturally find your waist again as he leans in slightly, not because he's trying to fluster you, but because it's just second nature for him to be close to you.

"And then-" His words trail off as, without even thinking, he lifts you effortlessly onto the counter. The movement is so smooth, so casual, that it barely registers for him.

But for you, it's like a spark to a flame.

Your breath hitches as he sets you down, his hands still lingering on your hips.

He doesn't notice, though. He's still talking, still distracted, one hand on the counter beside you and the other lazily brushing against your hip.

It's too much. You can't take it anymore.

You slide forward slightly, your hips brushing against his, and suddenly, his voice falters.

He looks down at the contact, then back up at you, his expression flickering between confusion and realization.

"Oh," he breathes, his voice dropping an octave.

You feel like your face is on fire, but you can't stop yourself. Your hips roll gently, testing the waters, and you swear you see his jaw clench.

"Baby..." His tone shifts, softer, deeper.

His hands tighten on your hips as he steps closer, his body completely flush against yours now. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

You mumble something incoherent, too shy to respond, but the way his lips curve into a grin makes it clear he understands now.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Too shy, huh?" He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

His mouth trails down your jaw to your neck, peppering soft, teasing kisses along your skin. Each press of his lips leaves you breathless, and before you realize it, your hands are tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Your breathing grows heavier, the sensation of his lips on your neck too much and not enough all at once. A quiet sound escapes your lips, a soft moan that you can't hold back, and he freezes for a moment.

"Alright," he murmurs, his voice dropping further as he effortlessly lifts you off the counter and walks towards the bedroom. "Let me take care of you."

Authors Note~ I was thinking If there could be a part 2 for this…and if there could..how would it be? LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD MAKE ONE💗

[proxycrit]

I love your au!!! I love how the hylian duo look like gremlins, I LOVE the expressions and sass constantly and the changes to the lore, the worldbuilding and also the emotions (OUCH). I love their relationship with purah and each other and the new champions. I love the depth you gave Yona and her relationship with Sidon and Mipha. I love how link feels comfortable talking to sidon in addition to sign, I don't know if he does that with anyone else but Zelda unless its absolutely necessary (eg: just launched out a cannon and is paragliding down, so hands are busy) (side note: i love how much of an adrenalin junky/gremlin he is!!)

I do got a few questions! Will the pair get the sheikah slate again (so say link has the slate and zelda the pad), and can both slates do the warping and item storage (food, ingredients, armor, weapons, etc) (if so: no WONDER link was so upset! His collection!)

Does link have access to the ultrahand abilities (ik you said not The ultrahand, but what about fuse or ascend or rewind etc?) Where is the mastersword??

Does Link still have the champions' abilities, or did he lose those when their spirits moved on at the end of botw?

I know these are a lot of questions but I can't stop thinking about it!! The last few updates sent me back rereading the whole au and now its just vibrating in my head and giving me no piece

This is long and rambly, just know I am very much enjoying this au! Its silly and fun and touching and cute. Thank you for working on it!!

Oo some notes (also ty for circling my au haha im glad other people fixate like i do)

(Prewarning— i did not finish totk despite putting triple hours in it, so a lot of this story is being written while playing, though i know the big broad strokes thanks to cultural osmosis and video essays. A lot of Familiar Familiar builds from my playthrough with BOTW over TOTK, so the sheikah influence is significantly stronger and I will always choose botw characterization over totk characterization as a result.)

That aside

1. Sheikah slate’s dead. Rest in pieces, link’s rare collectable korok poop. Purah’s extracting as much data as she can to put on the purah pad but you can see the dread in her eyes whenever she has to tell link resurrection is not possible.

2. No idea about the zonai arm powers yet— im thinking about ascend, but the longer i go through this story the less likely ill hand it to him just due to immersion breakage. He and zelda will be getting sheikah gadgets from purah though! Maybe ill have a scene of him wandering through the sky island shrines, but without zelda warning rauru he and sonia wouldnt have prepared anything for the hero of the future. (But i DO love ascension and fuse. Lowkey dislike the building mechanics from a concept art pov because the green glue makes me want to cry, but it’s FINE i GUESS)

2b. Master sword’s chilling in korok forest. Link put it back in this au because of Reasons (part of his and zelda’s characterization in this au is to discard their past roles and embrace the present, not as knight and princess but as hero and researcher. They both have to face the reality those roles aren’t dead, but it’s a work in progress. I may also never address it. This “one off hehe lemme draw some guys” idea quickly spiraled into a web comic series so apologies for the vagueness, because i too am watching them adventure with dread and awe and i don’t know where they’ll go with it. They literally write themselves.

3. Rip champions, their ghosts are Gone (but their influence remains. You go mipha, keep haunting the narrative girl, i love you)

I know that some of these story notes don’t quite match up to what totk states is stone cold canon, but that’s the joy of fan work! Anyways sorry for folks who i have NOT answered asks of— i have a lot of them and I’m much better at the drawing and writing part then the socialization aspect (please feel free to peak in to my zoo enclosure ever so often though. I need the enrichment)

[suhtorus]

first day.

fluff‐parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ preschool teacher!nanami. our little sunshines go to school ! for more info/context, read nanami's part in the masterlist :)

little sunshines au

nanami stands by the gates, observing and greeting everyone with a smooth 'good morning'. he's already making mental notes about each kid, their behavior during drop-off, and who their parents and siblings are.

there are lots of new faces, but most of these new alumni are related to kids he's already familiar with.

he sees the gojo sons walk in with matching 'Nemo' backpacks, and the youngest, with his red-rimmed eyes, clutches his brother's hand tightly.

a crier, he notes.

but before he can keep watching them, he feels a little one hug his legs with all their might.

"nanamin! meet my babies!"

with a small smile and raised brows, nanami crouches down to yuuji's height. he notices a boy and a girl who look incredibly alike, staring at him with curious eyes.

"hello." he waves at the twins before turning back to yuuji. "are they your cousins?"

"they're my babies!" little yuuji yells excitedly, running over to the kids and grabbing the girl's hand. "uncle 'kuna says I'm not their uncle! but I am! and-and cho–"

"good morning." megumi greets nanami politely, interrupting yuuji's rambling. he has a small girl holding his hand—his younger sister, nanami recalls as megumi pecks the top of her head. "my baby."

nanami can't help but let out a chuckle. "oh? you come with a baby of your own, too?"

the itadori twins can't keep their eyes off of the zenin toddler, the extroverted girl already showing them the glittery nail polish on her fingernails.

"why don't we put those backpacks away?"

nanami faintly hears the geto twins chatting with tsumiki right outside their classroom while the gojo kids chat between themselves. and after realizing he has almost the entire preschool surrounding him, he rises back to his full height and offers them a gentle smile.

and that's how nanami kento starts his day, with a small army of kids that look like baby ducks following after him.

ten minutes earlier.

GOJO FAMILY

"why is he cryin'?"

your five-year-old tilted his head in confusion while your youngest clung onto you desperately, his wails catching the other kids' attention and threatening to start a chorus of crying children.

"baby, mama promises you'll be veeeeery happy at school." you wiped his tears, smiling and ignoring the lump in your throat. "you're gonna make new friends, you're gonna play, eat yummy food. and when I come back, you'll tell me aaaall about it!"

you were met with a pout and baby blue eyes staring pleadingly at you. so you decided to try a different approach.

"let's make a deal." you grabbed his hands and pressed a soft kiss in his palms. "if you stay here and behave like the good boy you are, I promise to take you to the aquarium."

he perked up instantly, even with his little chest heaving with hiccups. "fishies?"

"yup, we can go see the fishies."

without a second thought, your son wiggled out of your grasp and walked away, only waving his little hand behind him as he joined his brother.

"buh-bye!"

ZENIN FAMILY

"daddy?" your daughter's eyes met your husband's in a classic puppy eyes look. "go with me?"

"no, princess." he brushed her soft hair, his voice surprisingly tender while he crouched down to her eye level. "daddy can't go with you."

she remained silent, playing with the fabric of his shirt between her little fingers as she seemed to be pondering what to do next. your husband braced himself for the tantrum that for sure would follow, something he learned to expect when she didn't get her way.

"okie. bye, daddy!"

his jaw dropped and he swears he could feel his heart break.

ITADORI FAMILY

"nanamin is the best teacher!" sukuna found it both impressive and irritating how yuuji could talk about everything and anything. even as he struggled to climb down the car and put his gigantic backpack on, he wouldn't stop talking. "we dwaw a lot, and we... and we, uhhh, we use cwayons. and we–"

"colors!"

your son yelled excitedly, his cheeky smile making him look like an exact mini version of sukuna.

"nami?" your daughter tried the name on her tongue while allowing you to guide her to the gates. her eyes watched yuuji rush to a man, and it clicked instantly. "nami..."

"someone has a crush already~" you murmured towards your husband, gushing over the interaction of your little girl and the kind teacher welcoming them.

but sukuna had already made up his mind.

"fuck no."

GETO FAMILY

"I don't want him to go to school."

your husband's sudden words made the three of you turn to look at him. each twin had their hand on yours while suguru had the baby attached to his chest thanks to the baby carrier.

"like, ever." suguru continued, patting the baby's tummy and smiling proudly. "I'll teach him everything he needs to know, and he'll be my pupil."

and at that moment, your son's face scrunched up in disgust, bursting into a crying fit five seconds later.

"I don't think he agrees."

[touchyluffy]

You were on watch duty when you heard his sniffles.

Looking down towards the sound, your heart shatters as you saw the straw hat angled backward as he looked towards the full moon, his red sleeve of his shirt coming up to wipe his tears, his hands gripping the balcony of the Sunny tightly.

At first, you're not sure if you should make your presence known, he came out here to be alone after all. But that thought passes quickly as you heard more of his shuttered breaths, you found yourself clamorying down the rope latter to get to him.

Luffy hears you coming behind him and breaks his gaze from the moon, for a moment the shock of you rushing towards him seems to break him from his sorrows. His face was still contorted in pain, his nose was running, but his eyes were wide and curious for what your next move would be. You didn't know either. For a moment, you could only stare at him.

You'd never seen your captain like this. He's normally so confident, strong, and goofy. He's your leader, your guide, your stability in the hardest of times. But now, he looked like a young boy, just a child. A child with his heart breaking. Pain knotted in your stomach when you saw him try to hide his tears, coming to the edge of the Sunny in the middle of the night where no one would see him. Zoro's words from so long ago suddenly rang in your head, "if you falter now, who can we trust?"

You stopped in front of him. The moment of shock passed and Luffy hid his face behind his straw hat, shielding his tears. You frowned, raising your hand and gently push the straw hat up further atop his head . His tears keep falling, his frown deepens, your heart aches. You gently wipe the tears from where they fall down his cheeks.

"I had a dream about Ace." He says and it's all he needs to say. 

You open your arms for him and he dives in them. Somehow your knees had given out as you held each other, your cheek resting against Luffy's forehead as he cried into your shirt. His body shakes, his straw hat falls to the ship's wooden floor, his shuttered breaths disrupt the quiet night. You hope he cannot hear your heart breaking.

Your hands move in slow circles across his back, your hair falling down over his shoulder, your knees bending at his waist, trying to shield him from the world with every part of your body. You whisper comforting words into his ear, hoping the words go directly into the hole in his heart that his brother left behind.

You two stay in that position for a long time, even after his shuttered breaths become even and your shirt starts to dry. He still hides his face in your chest, you still rub circles across his back and whisper reassuring words. Minutes pass by and the stars in the night glitter above the Sunny.

Eventually Luffy slowly lifts head from your chest, looking you in the eyes and giving you a smile. A smile that immediately fills your heart with all the love, strength, and friendship he's shown you since you've known him. You can't help but smile back at him, wiping the last tear trail from his cheek. He sits up in a more upright position and thanks you. You shake your head, picking up the straw hat off the floor. Holding it in your hands gently, Luffy looks from the hat to you and back again.

"Don't hide, Luffy," you say, "Don't hide." From me, goes unspoken.

You pass him the straw hat and he puts it securely on his head, back where it belongs. He stands up and offers a hand to help you up, you take it and stand before him again. Your hands stay clasped together. The warmth of his hand radiating through your body. His free hand points towards the moon excitedly, pulling you closer towards the edge of the Sunny. Your shoulder is touching his.

"Ace loved the moon." He says looking back at you, "Wanna stay out here with me for awhile?"

[arcanarix]

noncon/dubcon, kidnapping, possessiveness, stalking, and everything under the sun when involving yandere geto, mentions of blood/murders/body horror and geto being fucking insane

manipulative dipshit boyfriend!geto who seems like the pristine image of a model boyfriend with everyone around you. in public he's showering you with compliments, kisses, gifts, showing you off like he's proud to be yours. and he is! except, no one understands just how much he is willing to do just to keep you.

manipulative dipshit boyfriend!geto who doesn't like when your attention is diverted for even a moment when you're together alone. he may not be upfront about it in that moment, but it shows in other ways--a little snide comment here, an off-hand remark there while you're eating dinner together at some fine-dining restaurant he splurged on to make a point that he's the best you're going to have. you don't know what to make of it, you assume he's just a little off and just a little too into you, so you assure him that there's nothing and no one between the two of you. but you have gotten a little scared of him

manipulative dipshit boyfriend!geto who tracks all of your activity on your phone with his, but you don't know that he knows you've confided in your friends about how much clingier he's been. (clingy? him? he just doesn't want to lose you!) so he pays each friend you have confided him a little visit and a little gift behind. a severed leg there he probably dug up from a graveyard, a dead rat there. they definitely know it's him but they know better than to tell you. he always finds out.

manipulative dipshit boyfriend!geto who takes all of his frustrations out in the bedroom with you but he's somehow so sickeningly sweet about it...murmuring about how you're much better off with him instead of monkeying around with friends who don't care about you like he does, who can't make you feel good like he does and who can't provide for you like he does. between each little heated kiss into your weeping cunt he lists all the ways you're better off with him and no one else.

manipulative dipshit boyfriend!geto who crashes the FUCK out when you finally have enough courage to break up with him after you catch him berating one of your friends who can't hurt a fly, all because he feels like your friend is threatening your relationship.

manipulative dipshit boyfriend!geto who can't let you go and won't let you break up with him. even after you block him he still finds a way to monitor your activity on his phone (and he's gotten his hands on your new number; he has eyes everywhere and you two have mutual friends... he may have hacked into one of their phones!)

manipulative dipshit boyfriend!geto who leaves little gifts at your doorstep, at first they're expensive luxury gifts but when you stop reacting he starts leaving more and more unhinged surprises. one of them is the severed limb of a mutual friend, and you can't say a damn word about it because who is going to believe you? and who CAN help you? in many ways he's above the law.

manipulative dipshit boyfriend!geto who shows up on your doorstep months after the 'breakup,' at your new place, how does he find out where you live? drenched in blood that isn't his, with a nihilistic grin on his face.

"did you really think i'd let you get away with this? nothing and no one is going to stop us from being together. i've made sure of it."

[star2fishmeg]

need some luke x inexperienced reader PLEASE just too good

Luke's hand lay under your t-shirt, flat against your spine, his other cradling your nape with your pyjama shorts clad thighs straddling his lap and curls tugged by your fingers as lips move and lap in languid motions. Elongated moans muting any noise from beyond your bedroom door, volume increasing when his hand slides from your neck and over her breast, cupping and giving it a soft squeeze before you part, hot breaths panting onto the surface of your swollen lips and eyes flickering to each other. He can't begin to explain the heat that surges through him every time you kiss him, his head just floats straight to cloud nine and ears blocked everything but the sounds you make when you grind down on him experimentally.

His hands fall to the hem of your t-shirt, his old Michigan one that's you've been stealing since you met as freshman, fingers wrapping around the fabric.

Luke's voice drops low, raspy and still catching his breath slightly, "Can I?"

"Only if you will too..." you mumble, retracting your arms away from his hair.

He lets the fabric go and pulls his own shirt over his head first before removing yours. You think about looking away but it's Luke, his eyes are too soft and he's gently running his hands along your back so, when you go to meet his gaze, you're surprised to see him locked on your breasts. He licks his lips before pressing sweet kisses to the flesh, over the top and into the valley, hands finding their way to cup over the lacy bra and thumbs rubbing over your nipples. He can't help it, he's obsessed with them, they're the best pillows he's ever had and nuzzling his face in them is a past time, but without the barrier of a t-shirt, his hairs stand on end and his cock twitches.

"Look at you, beautiful." He groans deeply when his nose presses in the valley, pushing your breasts together to bury his face entirely. You feel his lips, his mouth trailing sloppy and wet kisses wherever he can, teeth grazing and buds pebbling under the padding.

"Lu," your hands find his hair again, nails massaging into his scalp as his teeth nip the flesh, "can...can we try something?"

He raises his head and kisses the corner of your lips, "What is it, baby? You sure?"

"I...fuck, this is hard...I want you, uh, to suck my tits. Please. Apparently, it's good and, uh, you like my tits a lot so, like..." you notice the way his eyes sparkle, elated that you've finally granted him full access to his favourite place to sleep.

"Yeah...oh yeah, I can do that, shit, baby." His lips quirk into a crooked smile, excitement fizzling in his chest and he plants both hands on your lower back, pulling you closer on his lap and sliding his palms up your spine. Freedom fills your back, the band of your bra unclasping and you can't bear watch it hit the floor, not that you get the chance before Luke's peppering your cheeks with kisses. "You sure you’re, okay? Just say so and I'll stop if you aren't diggin' it, okay?"

"Okay-oh!" you moan abruptly, it only taking him a split second to hear your consent before his warm mouth latches to your nipple, hand pushing against your spine and guiding you to arch into him.

Your eyes flutter close, jaw faltering open with shockwaves of euphoria as his tongue swirls around your bud, the tip flicking between phases swirling and suckling. Your hips buck into him when he groans, the vibration's a sweet, pleasurable paradise through your nerves and your fingers grip his hair harsher, keeping him into your chest.

When he pulls off with a wet 'pop', you whimper as the cold air brushes your nipple, now soaked with saliva and swollen but before the words leave your throat, he's taking your other breast into his mouth, hungrily. Sometimes you forget how strong he really is, but you're thankful he reminds you by pushing you backwards, your back hitting the mattress and situating his biceps either side of you, lips sucking firmly and tongue moving in circles around your nipple.

"Luke," you whine out with a smile, "oh, Lu."

His large palm encases your free breast, groping and taking the bud between his pointer and middle finger, rolling it to draw those high-pitched whimpers you love to torment him with so much. The sensations new, so new but tremendously stimulating with bursts of craving in your stomach, those tingles that feel like flips. You want him to touch you like this all the time, relish how he loves every part of you.

Pulling away again, Luke rasps, looking at you with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks, "Fucking love your tits, baby. Did I do okay?"

"I didn't say stop, do it again." You push his head back to your breast, his chuckle intoxicating but not as addicting as his tongue flicking over your nipple again, lips suctioning over the wet surface of your skin and your head tips back into the sheets, mewling out his name while his hand and mouth work in tandem.

[sturn777]

maybe write smth ab like a slightly perv dealer!chris ?

captured — in which, dealer!chris can't take his eyes off you | ( female reader ) wc 1.8k + ( masterlist ) + ( request )

THE NYC SUBWAY HUMS WITH CHAOS, flickering lights, the screech of metal, and a rush of wind as trains pull in. the air is heavy with sweat, concrete, and city grime. commuters clutch phones and bags, avoiding eye contact, while performers play for spare change. the train lurches forward, bodies swaying, conversations blending into the hum of a city that never stops moving.

you step onto the subway like you own it, chin high, eyes scanning the area. the last seat sits there, empty, a throne waiting. your sleek nails tap against your phone as you glide past tired commuters, their gazes flicking up, curious, annoyed, or admiring. you take the seat without hesitation, crossing your legs and adjusting your perfectly draped fur coat. earbuds in, eyes half-lidded, you ignore the world around you like it’s background noise, the subway your stage.

you pull out your digital camera, its glossy surface catching the flickering subway light. flipping it on, you scroll through the pictures from this night, chaotic flashes of you and your girls, red lips and glitter, arms draped around each other, drinks in hand. a blurry shot of someone laughing too hard, another of you mid-pose with a cheeky smirk. you grin to yourself, biting your lip, replaying the wild moments. a few passengers glance your way, curious about the girl in the subway seat.

a couple feet away, chris leans against the subway pole, thumb lazily scrolling his phone. the dim light catches on the chain around his neck, the edges of his hoodie pulled up just enough to show off the ink peeking from his wrist. he’s not paying attention to the notifications, just a front for the fact his eyes keep drifting to you.

you're in your seat, camera in hand, a small smirk tugging at your lips as you scroll through pictures. the way your hair falls over your shoulder, the glint in your eye as you linger on a particular shot, he can’t help it. you’ve got that effortless energy, the kind that makes people stop and look twice.

his jaw tightens slightly, amusement playing at his lips as he notices the way you’re oblivious to the way he’s watching. it’s annoying how easily you’ve got his attention, but he’s not about to stop looking. not yet.

chris mutters a low "fuckin' hell" under his breath, barely audible over the clatter of the subway. he forces his eyes back to his phone, trying to focus on anything else, but it’s useless. the way you’re biting your lip while scrolling through your photos, the effortless way your legs cross, the curve of your smirk, it’s burned into his brain.

he shifts uncomfortably, adjusting himself subtly as he feels the growing tension in his sweats. his jaw clenches, frustration bubbling under his skin. but even as he stares at his screen, his focus is gone. his mind keeps drifting back to you, and the thought only makes his blood run hotter.

you feel his eyes before you see them, that distinct weight of someone staring. when your gaze flicks up, your suspicions are confirmed—he’s looking right at you, blue eyes sharp and almost lazy at the same time. without missing a beat, you narrow your eyes in a pointed glare, silently telling him to mind his business. it’s bratty and deliberate, the kind of look that says you know exactly what you’re doing.

his lips twitch, almost like he’s fighting a smirk, but he doesn’t back down. he holds your stare for a moment longer before finally looking away, shaking his head with a low exhale, like you’re some kind of test he’s barely passing.

you huff softly, rolling your eyes as you return your attention to your camera, scrolling through the pictures of you and your friends. your finger pauses over a photo, a sly grin creeping onto your lips as you remember the night’s chaos. still, you can feel his gaze flicker back to you occasionally, like he just can’t help himself.

the subway jerks to a halt, and you stand, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as the robotic voice announces your stop. you move quickly, weaving past people, your heels clicking against the grimy floor. chris watches every step, his eyes glued to the way you move, until you’re out the doors and swallowed by the rush of the platform crowd.

he exhales sharply, about to glance back at his phone, when something catches his eye. there, on the seat where you were, is your camera.

“shit,” he mutters, grabbing it before his brain can catch up. his eyes dart to the platform, but the train doors are already sliding shut with that final, unforgiving hiss.

“miss, y’forgot your—” the words are swallowed by the train’s lurch forward.

he sighs, slumping back against the pole, the camera heavy in his hand. his thumb brushes against the worn leather strap, and his eyes flick to the empty seat where you’d been. something tugs at him, the kind of feeling he’s not used to, and he shakes his head, muttering to himself.

“fuck’s sake,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t let go of the camera.

the train ride home is quieter than usual, but his mind isn’t. the camera sits heavy in his lap, its weight dragging his attention no matter how much he tries to ignore it. his fingers run over the edges, brushing the buttons and the viewfinder, but he doesn’t dare turn it on. instead, he shoves it in his bag with a frustrated sigh, leaning back against the window.

when he gets home, he drops it on the bedside table like it’s burning a hole through his hands. his room feels unusually silent, the camera standing out against the clutter of ashtrays, loose cash, and rolling papers.

chris flops onto the bed, scrolling mindlessly through his phone, but it’s no use. every few seconds, his gaze darts to the camera, the glossy screen catching the soft glow of his bedside lamp.

he frowns, biting the inside of his cheek as curiosity scratches at him. “fuckin’ thing,” he mutters to himself, tossing his phone onto the pillow beside him. his hand hovers over the camera, hesitating, before he finally grabs it, turning it over in his hands.

he clicks it on, the screen flickering to life. the first image that pops up is a shot of you, laughing with your friends, the city skyline blurred in the background. his thumb freezes over the button, and he stares.

“shit…” he breathes out, leaning back against the headboard, the glow of the camera lighting up his face.

chris groans softly, the irritation in his voice mingling with something else he refuses to name. "fuckin’ ridiculous," he mutters, shaking his head as his thumb flicks through the photos. each one feels like a punch to the gut—your lips curved in a sly smile, the gleam of your eyes, the way the streetlights framed your silhouette.

he shifts uncomfortably, his free hand trailing over his chest before sliding lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. "shit," he hisses, head falling back against the headboard.

his fingers pause for a moment, and he glares at the camera like it’s the problem. but his hand moves anyway, slow and deliberate, the images of you burned into his mind as his frustration finds a new outlet.

"damn you," he mutters under his breath, his grip tightening as his chest rises and falls with ragged breaths. the room feels hotter, quieter, the sound of his breathing filling the space as the screen dims, but your face lingers, unshakable.

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[on-a-lucky-tide]

cw: omegaverse, breeding.

Omega Price and Alpha Nik having sex in Nik's private heated swimming pool at one of his many villas.

It's outside on the balcony, perhaps a villa in Sicily or even in the Alps. John's been doing lazy laps and now he's in a corner, arms folded under his chin, lidded blue eyes admiring the rolling hills and green fields, an ombre of orange and red splashed across a cloudless sky as the sun sets.

He's relaxed. They're on their honeymoon, and Nik's feeling broody; he can't keep his hands off his younger mate, and John is more than happy to melt into them every time. He's lost count of the number of times they've mated since they arrived, and he's content to let the number keep rising until Nik's instincts are sated, and he's heavy with their pup.

He feels Nik's warmth press up behind him as Nik's forearm settles over the top of his, soft lips on his neck and shoulders, a big hand slipping past the waistband of his swim shorts to stroke gently over his cunt. John can feel the hard curve of Nik's thick cock against his arse and wiggles against it, teasing, even as Nik caresses into his folds.

"Spread your legs for me, detka," Nik whispers, "need to feel you."

John relaxes into Nik's warm bulk, the soft hair on his chest and belly tickling his back, impossibly gentle fingers stroking his cock in slow glides, pressing into his slit to circle his hole, teasing him until he's panting. He's pinned, he can't escape his alpha's touch, his huge body caging him in and enticing him to mate. It excites every instinct in John's brain, synapses firing off, willing him to present.

"Nik, fuck me..."

His swim shorts are pushed down his legs, all the way past his ankles, and John feels the velvet soft skin of Nik's cock brush his inner thighs, deliciously hot and sensitive. He spreads his legs, tilts his hips, arches with a low moan as his alpha eases into him. Still a little sore from the sex they had only a few hours ago, the slight ache soon melts into a slow, throbbing pleasure as he's fucked open on Nik's huge girth.

Nik is slow, deliberate, grinding deep as he nips and kisses his lover's neck. In the warm water, their soft moans and sighs rolling into each other, John surrenders completely. This isn't fucking like he's ever experienced before, but it never is with Nik.

Nik's the king of sensual lovemaking, pulling John apart until he's lost in waves of endlessly unspooling pleasure, and John wants to give himself up to his worship. The sheer size of him means the drag of his cock hits every sweet spot, his strong fingers artful in where and how they touch, leaving John's cock to tease his nipples as John arches for a kiss, wet, open-mouthed and gasping.

Their bodies rock together, Nik's powerful form rolling and flexing in the water, controlled and deliberate in every slow thrust, strong arms bracketing his omega's broad shoulders, making him feel safe, loved, protected. Nik will cherish and care for him, and their pup, the bloodshed and the pain are over for him if he wants them to be; a promise made in every kiss, every soft whisper, every act of love.

When John comes, it tumbles through him irresistibly, like he couldn't cling on even if he wanted to, his body puppeted by Nik's touch, obedient even in when and how it feels pleasure. Nik fucks him through the swells of his climax and then comes deep inside, thick pulses of heat in John's spasming channel, a large palm pressed to John's lower belly like Nik wants to feel John's womb swell with his seed.

They float in the warm water in the afterglow, John's head against Nik's shoulder as he gazes into the sky, his body clenching in involuntary throbs as it milks around Nik's knot. When the pleasure eases, their heart rates levelling out, John counts the stars emerging as midnight blue chases the burning sun towards the horizon. He's never known peace like it, his battered and aching body melting into bliss, and he trusts Nik enough to just... let go.

[valkyrieromanoff]

HELLOOO?? your co-star!hayden fics are too gooddd it's making me combust GOD i would let that man do anything he wants with my body

🎀CO-STAR HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN: LOVE MAKING🎀

words: 2.7k

warning: MDNI, +18, sex, porn with a plot, romantic sex

a/n: hello there, another one featuring our fave co-star Hayden! Honestly, when I first wrote those headcanons, I didn’t think anyone would like them—but WOW, I’m so glad you all did! 🥹💖 Here’s another one, and I hope you love it just as much! 🫶 Thanks for 500 followers—you’re all amazing! 🎉💫

Your voice was a breathy whisper as his name fell from your lips, uttered like a fervent prayer.

"Hayden," you breathed, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he washed your bare skin with tender kisses. Your head rested on the pillow, a look of pure rapture on your face as Hayden's magical mouth traversed the expanse of your body.

You could feel his lips curving into a smile against your skin as he peppered your flesh with soft, lingering kisses. Slowly, deliberately, he worked his way downwards, his hands caressing and kneading the soft curves of his body as he went.

Your breasts rose and fell with each shuddering breath as Hayden's mouth dipped into the valley between them, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweat and arousal that clung to your skin. Lower and lower he brushed, his kisses a trail of fire and electricity that left your nerve endings singing.

When he reached the dip of his navel, Hayden paused, pressing an especially tender kiss to the concave flesh. He lingered there, his breath hot and teasing, before continuing his sensual descent.

His hands slid down to your hips as he kissed his way lower, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs. Hayden's touch was electric, setting your skin ablaze with need and desire.

"Keep touching me like this," you whimpered needily, "and I won't be able to control myself. I'll beg you to take me hard and fast, to fuck me until I can't see straight."

Hayden's breath hitched as your thigh twitched, your body already aching for his touch once more. A wicked grin spread across his handsome face as he nuzzled the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, feeling you tremble beneath him.

"Someone's anxious," he teased, his voice a low, rumbling chuckle against your heated flesh. Hayden's palm pressed firmly against your thigh, halting your instinctive move to close yourself to him.

To punctuate his words, Hayden's teeth grazed your skin, a sharp nip to your thigh that felt a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to your core. Your back arched off the bed, a breathy moan escaping your lips at the sensation.

Hayden's fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thigh, holding you open and exposed to his hungry gauze. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, dark and blazing with renewed desire as he drank in the sight of your wanton display.

"Patience, my insatiable little minx," he purred, his fingers trailing teasingly along your inner thigh. "We have all the time in the world to explore each other's bodies. I want to savor every inch of you, to make this experience last."

To his emphasize point, Hayden's thumb brushed maddeningly close to your aching sex, not quite touching you where you needed him most. His grin turned positively sinful as he watched your body undulate beneath his teasing caress.

"Soon," he promised darkly, "I'll give you exactly what you need. But first, I want to drive you to the brink of madness with desire. I want you desperate, aching, and begging for my cock."

A soft, needy groan slipped from your lips as Hayden's teasing touch pushed you closer to the edge of desperation. Your mouth parted, ready to voice a complaint, but Hayden silenced you with a single, purposeful brush of his thumb against the damp spot forming on your panties.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that maddening touch as Hayden's thumb pressed against your clothed cunt. Through the thin fabric, he could feel the scorching heat radiating from your core, the unmistakable dampness that spoke of your arousal.

Hayden's eyes darkened with lust as he felt his reaction, a low, approving growl rumbling in his chest. He brought his face closer to your hips, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. Hayden placed an affectionate kiss to the damp patch on your panties, his lips lingering and savoring the taste of your essence seeing through the material.

"That's my good girl," he murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. "Getting so wet and ready for me already. You want to be a good girl for me, don't you baby?"

Hayden's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your panties, teasing along the sensitive skin just above your weeping sex. He could feel you trembling beneath his touch, could hear the hitch in your breath as you fought the urge to grind yourself wantonly against his hand.

"Shhh, just let it happen," he croaked, his fingers dipping lower to brush maddeningly along his slick folds. "Let yourself feel every touch, every sensation. Give yourself over to the pleasure, and I promise I'll give you exactly what you need."

A needy whimper escaped your kiss-swollen lips as you arched your hips upwards, instinctively seeking more of Hayden's maddening touch. Your body cried out for friction, for stimulation, your aching cunt throbbing with the desperate need to be filled.

"Hayden," you mumbled, your voice high and breathy, strangled by the pleasure coiling tightly in your core.

The single syllable of his name was a half-moaning plea, a desperate entreaty for him to take mercy on you. Your chest heaved with each shuddering breath, your ample breasts rising and falling tenderly as you strained against his teasing touch.

Hayden's eyes flashed with hunger as he watched your body undulate beneath him, your hips undulating in a silent plea for more. A wicked grin spread across his handsome face as he drank in the sight of you, his touch growing bolder, more confident.

"That's it, baby," he praised, his fingers slipping beneath the crotch of your panties to stroke along your slick, bare folds. "Let me hear you. I want to hear those pretty little moans and whimpers as I touch you. Give voice to your desires, and I'll make sure they're all fulfilled."

Your voice was a breathy, needy whisper as you gazed up at Hayden with lust-darkened eyes. The desperation in your tone was unmistakable, your body trembling with the intensity of your arousal.

"I, I need you to really touch me, I don't want anything between us anymore," you confessed softly, your hips rolling upwards in a silent plea for more. "I want to feel your skin on mine, your fingers stroking my bare, aching cunt. Please, Hayden... I'm so empty inside. I need you to fill me, to stretch me, to make me whole again."

You reached down, your fingers hooking into the waistband of your soaked panties. With a shuddering breath, you slowly peel them down your thighs, lifting your hips to assist in their removal. As the fabric slid away, your glistening sex was revealed to Hayden's hungry gauze, the pink flesh slick and swollen with need.

The musky scent of your arousal filled the air as you bared yourself to him, your chest heaving with anticipation. Your inner thighs were slick with your essence, your body preparing itself for the hard, deep penetration you so desperately craved.

"Please, Hayden," you whimpered again, your voice barely above a whisper, "Touch me. Touch my pussy and make me yours. I need it so badly, I can't wait any longer."

Hayden's eyes shone with adoration and desire as he gazed down at his nude, wanting body splayed out before him. A soft, indulgent smile curved his handsome lips as he took in the sight of your glistening cunt, slick and swollen with need.

"Since you asked so nicely, baby," he murmured, his deep voice a low, approving rumble. "I'd be more than happy to touch you, to feel your bare, perfect pussy wrapped around my cock."

Hayden reached over to the dresser drawer, grabbing a condom with deft fingers. He tore open the wrapper with his teeth, the sound of the foil crinkling obscenely loud in the charged air between you. With practiced ease, he rolled the latex sheath down the thick, veiny length of his erection.

As he settled back between your parted thighs, Hayden's hands skimmed up the smooth expanse of your skin, caressing your calves, your knees, your hips, before coming to rest on the flare of your pelvis. His thumbs dipped teasingly into the indenters of your hips as he loomed over you, his hips nestling in the cradle of your own.

"You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this," he admitted, his voice a low, dark purr. "Feeling your tight, wet heat engulfing me, squeezing me like a velvet glove."

Hovering over you, Hayden leaned in close, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as he whispered his promise. His breath was hot and heavy, sending tingles racing down your spine.

"I'm going to take you slowly, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Working every inch of your exquisitely beautiful body with deliberate, loving touches. I want to savor every second of our joining, to sear the feeling of our bodies becoming one into our memory."

As he spoke, Hayden's hips shifted, the thick head of his sheathed cock brushing feather-light against your soft, slick folds. The contact was maddeningly delicate, a whisper of a touch that set your nerve endings ablaze with anticipation.

He took his time, letting you feel the heat of him, the hard, throbbing length of his manhood as it nudged and caressed your aching cunt. Hayden's hands gripped your hips, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he held you steady, preventing you from bucking upwards to take him inside.

"I want to make love to you like this," he breathed against your neck, his lips trailing hotly kisses along the column of your throat, "again and again, until your body learns to crave my touch, to yearn for the feeling of my cock buried deep inside your perfect, tight little cunt."

With each brush of his hips, each teasing grace of his cockhead against your folds, Hayden stoked the flames of your desire higher and hotter. Your body arched into his touch, your breasts pressing against his chest as you gasped and moaned with the exquisite torture of his teasing cares.

"Please," you begged, your voice high and breathy with desperation. Your hips rolled upwards, seeking, craving the hard, deep penetration you needed so badly.

Unable to deny you any longer, Hayden granted your plea with a low, approving groan. He emerged forward, his hips snapping against yours as he pushed into your welcoming heat. Your slick walls stretched deliciously around his thick, hard length as he hilted inside you with one powerful thrust.

At the same moment, Hayden's lips claimed your own, his mouth slanting over yours to capture your wanton moans. He drank in your cries of pleasure, his tongue delving deep to tangle with your own as he began to move within you.

Hayden set a steady, deliberate rhythm, his hips rolling against yours in a sensual dance as old as time. Each thrust pushed you closer to the headboard, the antique wood creaking softly in time with the ancient rhythm of your union.

He took his time, savoring the feeling of his tight, hot walls holding him like a warm blanket. Hayden's hands roamed your body as he made love to you, caressing every curve and hollow, worshiping the lush expanse of your skin.

Your fingers dug into his back, your nails scoring the flesh as you clung to him, urging him closer, deeper. The sounds of your passionate coupling filled the room, the slap of sweat-slicked skin against skin and your breathy, needy cries of ecstasy.

Your eyelids fluttered closed, long lashes casting shadows on your flushed cheeks as Hayden's passion consuming thrusts drove you closer to the edge. Incoherent mumbles and breathy whimpers spilled from your pink lips, a symphony of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Hayden's lips blazed a trail of searing kisses along your neck and collarbone, his murmured words of passion and adoration washing over your overheated skin like a lover's lullaby.

"You feel incredible," he rasped, his voice rough and ragged with desire. "So tight, so perfect wrapped around my cock. I can feel every inch of your beautiful body trembling beneath me."

His hips continued their relentless rhythm, each deep, powerful thrust pushing you higher, stoking the flames of your impending release. Hayden's hands mapped the curves of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs teasing your nipples into stiff peaks.

"I want to feel you come with me," he grew, nipping at your earlobe, "to watch your face as ecstasy overcomes you. Give yourself to me, baby. Let go and let me love you like this, over and over again ."

Hayden's words, combined with his skilled, passionate movements, pushed you closer to the brink. Your inner muscles began to flutter and clench around its pistoning length, your body preparing for the explosive release he promised.

As Hayden's thrusts grew more urgent, more demanding, your body responded in kind. Your hips emerged to meet his, your sex clenching and rippling around his cock, drawing him ever deeper into your hot, needy core.

With a final, powerful drive of his hips, Hayden buried himself to the hilt inside you just as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your vision exploded behind closed eyelids, a dazzling display of stars and colors painting the insides of your mind's eye. You cried out in rapture, your voice joining with Hayden's guttural groan of completion.

At that moment, Hayden's arms wrapped around you, holding you flush against his chest. He embraced you fiercely, possessively, as if he never wanted to let you go. You clung to him just as tightly, your fingers digging into his back, anchoring yourself to his solid, muscular frame.

Together, you sailed on the crest of a shared ecstasy, your bodies trembling and shaking with the force of your mutual release. Wave after wave of searing, electrifying pleasure washed over you, binding your souls together in the throes of passion.

Hayden's lips found yours, capturing your cries and moans as he kissed you deeply, ardently. His tongue danced with his own, twining and stroking, pouring all of his lust and desire into the heated embrace. "That's my good girl," he praised breathlessly, his voice rough and low. "Coming so hard on my cock, just like I knew you would."

A lazy, sated smile curved your well-kissed lips as you basked in the warm afterglow of your shared climax. You nestled into Hayden's embrace, your body molding perfectly to the hard planes and angles of his as you both struggled to catch your breath.

After long, blissful moments of simply holding you, Hayden reluctantly pulled away, his softening length slipping from your tender folds with a soft, wet sound. He dealt with the condom efficiently, disappearing into the bathroom briefly before returning, his hands and chest glistening from a quick cleanup.

Climbing back onto the bed, Hayden gathered you into his arms from behind, spooning your sated body against his own. He pressed soft, loving kisses to your shoulder, his breath warm and steady against your skin.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice a low, fervent whisper. "I love you so much, baby. More than words can express."

His lips continued their tender assault on your neck and shoulder, each caress imbued with a deep, abiding affection. Hayden's hands roamed your curves, smoothing over the dip of your waist and the flare of your hips, as if committing every inch of you to memory.

"Being with you, like this, feels so right," he confessed, his voice heavy with emotion. "I never want to let you go. I want to hold you and love you and make you feel cherished for the incredible woman you are."

Your smile bloomed soft and warm, your eyes shining with the afterglow of your lovemaking as you gazed up at Hayden. You turned your head to capture his lips in a slow, tender kiss, pouring your love and affection into the gentle press of your mouth against his.

"I love you too, Hayden," you murmured, your voice low and sated, filled with a deep, abiding tenderness. "So very, very much. Being here in your arms, like this, feels like coming home. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."

Your small, delicate hands rested atop Hayden's larger, stronger ones as they splayed across the gentle swell of your belly. The simple, intimate gesture spoke volumes, a silent testament to the love and trust between you.

You nuzzled into the crook of Hayden's neck, breathing in his scent, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and something uniquely, irresistibly him. Your body fit so perfectly against his own, the curve of your back molding to the expanse of his chest.

[chris-hallelujah]

Trip to Boston | c.s.

Summary: Reader goes back to Boston with the triplets and meets their parents for the first time. Chris and Reader spend the night in his small childhood bedroom.

Warnings: foul language, sex (p in v), getting caught kind of?

Word Count: 789 words

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A long day of traveling from LA to Boston had the triplet brothers bickering like no other. Matt drove with Nick in the passenger and you and Chris side by side in the back. Their arguments were no match for your noise canceling ear buds. You fidgeted with the tie on your sweatshirt anxiously as your nerves grew. Today you were going to be meeting Chris' parents for the first time and you were terrified. There had been a few times where you talked to Jimmy and Mary Lou on the phone but this was different. You were going to be staying in their house for a week. Chris noticed your fidgeting and took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. He knew you were nervous to meet his family despite his constant comforting words.

As the car pulled into the driveway of the Sturniolo family home, you felt your stomach turn. The boys quickly scrambled out of the car and you followed behind as Chris guided you into the house. The door opened and Mary Lou's excited face greeted you all. "My babies are home!" she squealed excitedly. Nick hugged his mom and then Matt before they both got distracted.

"Trevor!! C'mere buddy!!" you heard Matt yell.

Chris let go of your hand and hugged his mom tightly. "Hey Ma," he kissed her on the cheek and turned to you, "this is y/n." He gave you a reassuring smile and placed his hand on your lower back. Mary Lou gave you a warm smile and pulled you in for a hug.

"Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you, sweetheart!" she spoke sweetly. It was a relief to feel the warmth and welcoming vibes in the room. Chris smiled widely watching his two favorite women instantly having a connection. "I know you all have been traveling all day and it's late. Why don't you all get some rest?" Mary Lou suggested. Nick and Matt dispursed through the house and Chris led you to his childhood bedroom.

You giggled softly at the small bed, "Gonna be nice and cozy here, huh?" He chuckled setting your suitcases down in a corner on the floor. His hand wrapped around your waist.

"Guess we're going to have to be pretty close," he growled in your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

And that's how you ended up underneath Chris in his childhood twin bed as he rolled his hips into yours. His actions were careful and intentional as to prevent the old bed from creaking as much as possible. The silver chain around his neck dangled in your face but neither of you noticed. It may be cold outside but your bodies were heating up the room and each other. As Chris thrusted into you, your nails trailed scratches like artwork on his back. A slight change in angle caused Chris' tip to graze a special spot inside you. "Oh!" you gasped out a bit too loudly. His hand quickly covered your mouth and your eyes widened.

"Gotta keep quiet for me, hm? -fuck- We don't want anyone hearing you," he whispered in your ear with a smirk. His eyes locked into yours as whimpers escaped from beneath his hand. You were never known as the quiet type. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your stomach started to tighten. Chris removed his hand from your mouth and slithered it down in between your legs.

"Chris!" you gasped out, "I can't!" A moan left your lips cutting you off.

"Figure it out," he grumbled as his thumb worked on your clit. The pleasure you felt filled your body to the brim and you clung onto Chris biting down on his shoulder in an attempt to stifle your moans. A groan left Chris' mouth as he released with you, "Fuuuuck, there you go, ma." After he rode out both of your highs, he collapsed on top of you burying his head into your shoulder, peppering it with soft kisses as you both tried to catch your breath.

the next morning

You took a seat at the breakfast table next to Matt. "Morning," you smiled.

He looked at you and chuckled, "Morning. Long night?" Your eyes widened a bit but you tried to play it off and gave him a confused look. Another chuckled past his lips as he saw your face. He pointed up to the corner of the ceiling, "See that vent up there? Old house, old vent systems. Chris must've forgot that our rooms have connecting vents." Your cheeks deepened in color. When Chris walked in just at the right time to see you and Matt looking at the vent he winced slightly as he made the connection.

[tkwrites]

Welcome Home - Nico Hischier x ofc

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Title: Welcome Home

Part VI in the It Doesn’t Matter AU

It Doesn't Matter Masterlist

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Nico Hischier x Lena (ofc)

Summary: Lena welcomes Nico home from a road trip in a way he's only dreamed of.

Warnings: Smut (18+ Only!), heavy nipple play, unprotected p in v (wrap it up unless you’re in a consenting relationship!)

Word count: 1,800

Comments: I had no intention of posting another Nico and Lena piece so soon, but this came to me last night and practically wrote itself. I was half asleep through part of it, so please forgive any mistakes. In many ways, it's extremely self indulgent, but I think you'll enjoy it, too.

Nico and Lena continue to be my spiciest AU. They just can't keep their hands off each other.

If you did enjoy this fic, please consider letting me know by commenting, reblogging, or sending in an ask. Your encouragement and comments truly inspire me to keep writing. 

Welcome Home

Hey, I’m sorry but I’m in the middle of something. Can you catch a ride home with Jack and Luke? 

This message should have been his first clue Lena was up to something. She never bailed on plans like this. He’d been looking forward to her picking him up after the road trip. Not just because it meant he got to see her sooner, but because part of him really liked being seen with her, now that the guys knew they were together. 

She wouldn’t bail without reason, though. So, he swallowed his disappointment down and responded, Sure. See you soon. 

When Nico opened the apartment door, he’d expected to find Lena at her easel, working on a painting, having asked him to ride with Jack because she wasn’t in a good stopping place. She did that occasionally before bed, staying up to get it just right. 

Instead, she was casually leaning her butt against the back of the couch, wearing nothing but a red silk slip with delicate black lace at the neck and hem.

“I wanted to welcome you home,” she said with a sultry smile. 

“I…” he couldn’t even form words. Speech was for greater men than him. He could barely even think. 

“Didn’t want to ruin the surprise by picking you up in this,” she teased, pulling at the hem. 

He nodded, dumbly, reveling in the knowledge that she'd done this just for him.

One of the seven nights he was gone, they were talking on the phone when she’d asked him what kind of lingerie he liked. He’d told her he didn’t really know (anything would look incredible on her), but he’d always dreamed of coming home from a roadie to his girlfriend waiting for him in lingerie. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that she would ask him to ride with Jack so she could make it a reality.

Relishing the way his eyes raked over her again, Lena smiled. It was so easy to fulfill this fantasy, especially when she already had this nightie in Devils colors. She’d only worn it for someone once before but wore it on her own plenty. She loved the feel of it - the brush of the silk against her nipples turned her knees to jello nearly every time.  

“I missed you,” she said, taking slow steps toward him. 

The way the fabric lifted slightly with each sway of her hips made his mouth water. God, she was so beautiful. 

“I missed you, too,” he managed to say. 

This fantasy she was bringing to life had his heart banging in his chest. 

“Yeah?” she asked. “How much?” 

“So much,” he moaned, finally reaching out to touch her. The silk was just as soft as it looked. 

“You wanna show me how much?” she asked, a teasing glint in her eyes. 

Licking his lips, he nodded. 

She leaned up to brush her lips over his - barely even touching. His mouth buzzed in anticipation. “Come show me then,” she said before turning to walk down the hall.

He swore in German and then in French before finally saying, “you’re fucking incredible.” 

She glanced over her shoulder and met his eyes, “coming?” 

It was all the prompting he needed. He ran to follow her. By the time he got into their room, she was climbing up on the bed, giving him a perfect view of her ass. A desperate noise crawled up his throat. 

He waited for her to get comfortable, sitting up on the bed before he asked, “what did you have in mind?”

“You’re showing me how much you missed me, remember?” 

Nodding, he tore at his clothes, stripping off the hoodie and shorts until he stood before her in nothing but boxer briefs. 

“Off or on?” she asked, pulling the lace hem of her nighty up her thigh. 

“On,” he panted, eyes dragging over her again. He wanted to be the one to take it off.

Her smile let him know he'd made the right choice. 

“This is incredible,” he said, running a finger under one of the straps as he brought his body closer to hers. 

“I like how it feels,” she admitted. And before she could stop herself, she continued, “I’m about 96 percent sure you could get me off just by playing with my nipples through it.” 

His eyes were drawn down to them automatically. They seemed to pebble under his gaze, poking against the fabric. “Yeah?” he asked, voice gone husky. 

“I had an ex who almost got me there but moved on right before I was about to come,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Nico wrinkled his nose. “Was he blind?” She wasn’t difficult to read. She always moaned and rocked her hips up three or four times when she was about to crest. 

“Something like that,” she giggled. In reality, he’d mistaken her groan of frustration as one of desire and slid into her, shooting off before she  even had the chance to come. 

“Do you want me to try?”

She bit her lip and nodded, looking up at him through her lashes. 

“Where?” he asked.

“Where?” she repeated, confused. Hadn't they just talked about where she wanted to he touched? 

“Where do you want to be?” he clarified, gesturing to his lap as an example. “What position?” He could not be relied upon to communicate well when she was wearing this for him. 

“Oh,” she blushed. As she closed her eyes, trying to envision what would feel best, one of her hands drifted up, fondling herself through the silk. Her core throbbed to life between her legs. The fact that Nico wanted to do this for her turned her on nearly as much as the caress of her own fingers. 

Her face softened, and Nico groaned. He flirted with the idea of letting her continue, wanting to see her get herself off like this. On the other hand, he was supposed to be showing her. And he wanted to touch her. He always wanted to touch her.

Reaching forward, he knocked her hand out of the way so he could tweak her nipple instead. 

Her head fell back, and she moaned, “lighter.”

“Hu?”

“I want you to touch lighter,” she said, “like this.” She reached up, gently pinching one of the sensitive nubs before dragging the silk over the tip. It felt so good — slippery and cool. A whisper on her sensitive skin.

He took her instruction, relaxing his touch.

Her back arched, pressing closer as his thumb lightly circled the peak. “Oh my god. That feels so good,” she breathed. “Don't stop.”

His left hand came up to join the right, repeating the treatment on her other breast. 

“Fuck, Nico. Oh, yes.”

Her chest heaved a deep breath, and her hips began to roll. 

“Here,” Nico said, momentarily abandoning his mission so he could get them in a better position.

She whined at the loss but cut herself off when he sat against the headboard and pulled her into his lap.

Quick as a flash, she was all over him, kissing him deeply as she brought her hips closer to his.

She was already soaked, leaving a trail of arousal on his skin. 

Groaning, his hands slipped back up to her breasts, gently pinching and rotating his fingers.

“Oh,” she keened. It felt incredible. Each tweak and twirl of her nipples shot a rocket of pleasure straight to her clit. She was sure if he so much as brushed the sensitive pearl, she would fall apart, receptive to even the slightest touch. 

“Come on,” he urged, touching the pad of his thumbs to the peaks and rubbing them in small circles.

“Oh,” she groaned, hips rocking as her back arched, “oh fuck Nico.”

His left hand went back to pinching and rolling the pebble between his thumb and forefinger as the right continued the gentle circles. 

The sudden force of his dual stimulation exploded in her veins. 

Hips pressed fully to him, she only had to roll once before her clit brushed his stomach, catching his happy trail, and pleasure exploded into her body. 

Nico kept going, tender and steady while she chanted his name. He was mesmerized that this simple touch could bring so much out of her. 

Gently, he pulled on one of the tender peaks, and, head thrown back, she cried out as heat blazed anew inside her. 

“Lena,” he groaned, leaning down to suck one nipple into his mouth, straight through the fabric. 

She writhed atop him. 

With his hand free, he pushed his boxers out of the way and urged her to sink onto his hard cock.  

Feeling him slip inside her as her orgasm raged was a breathtaking new sensation she would never forget. 

God, she felt incredible around him, urging him deeper. 

When the haze of pleasure slipped from Lena’s mind, an overwhelming urge to blow his mind took its place. He'd just given her two (three?) earth shattering orgasms in a row. Before the first one stopped, he did something new to begin again. She needed him to feel the same way.

Pushing him back gently, his mouth reluctantly popped off her breast as he was forced to lean back against the headboard. 

“Let me,” she said, rocking her hips with a little more insistence. 

Nico gulped and nodded, looking up at her with those big, brown eyes.

In all the times he'd imagined being with her, his mind had never come up with a scenario like this. Reality really was better than any kind of dream. 

In his partially reclined position, it was easier for her to touch him. Her hands slipped up his stomach, and as they found a new home on his chest, shesoftly circled his nipples with her thumbs, grazing over top every few passes. 

He moaned. He'd known nipple play was a thing. Lena liked her nipples played with nearly as much as her clit, and, even though she'd touched him there before, he'd never felt anything like this. It was like she built some kind of pleasure highway from his chest to his dick and each time she touched him, sensation rushed between the two.

He groaned her name, back arching and hips thrusting to meet each of her movements. 

Lena relished making him feel this way, eating up the shaky way he drew breath and the flutter of his lashes as his eyes rolled back. 

Feeling him spill into her as he shouted his pleasure sparked a sense of intense satisfaction inside Lena until it was glowing bright within her. 

“Oh my God,” he gasped as she lay over him, taking care to keep him seated inside her.

“Thank you,” she said, propping herself on one elbow so she could look into his face. “That was even better than I dreamed.”

A cocky smile ticked his lips up. “I'm glad,” he mumbled, pulling her in for a kiss. “I'll do that anytime you want.” 

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[allwaswell16]

A One Direction fic rec of soulmate fics that are hidden gems as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

💕 De amore ex tempore by @persephoneflouwers

(M, 101k, historical) the Time Travel AU where alternate versions of themselves live simultaneously in different realities and their paths collide every time, until somehow, they converge into one.

💕 I'm Praying (that you don't burn out or fade away) by @lululawrence

(NR, 75k, soul stars) Harry and Louis are literal stars who have known they were soulmates from their creation eons ago, however when Louis came to Earth to start the next phase of their fated future, he forgot everything. Even Harry.

💕 You, Who Never Arrived by abrighteryellow / @a-brighter-yellow

(T, 42k, 90s au) Louis Tomlinson is days away from marrying a perfectly nice podiatrist when he gets a phone call that changes everything. Or, the Only You AU in which Louis has a soulmate and it's definitely not Harry Styles.

💕 i got a heart (but i don't got a soul) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

(NR, 19k, famous/not famous) the one where louis sells his soul before meeting his soulmate, harry is a popstar with a heart of gold, niall is inadvertently responsible for harry's boners, liam is a meddling angel, and zayn is a demon who made a mistake

💕 The Journal by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou , RecycledStardust

(G, 13k, magic) When Harry finds himself purchasing an antique journal in the ancient bookshop of a town he's never heard of, he doesn't exactly want to admit that he has no idea how he got there.

💕 Swimming Against the Tide by @neondiamond

(G, 9k, enemies to lovers) Louis and Harry are rival competitive swimmers who kinda hate each other. Turns out they’re also soulmates.

💕 You Can See It with the Lights Out by @larryatendoftheday

(M, 8k, canon) In a universe where you know as soon as you meet your soulmate, Harry's been shaking hands his whole career, waiting for the one.

💕 Crimson Clover by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(T, 5k, historical) Harry and Louis are soulmates, but one is already promised to another. When their plan to flee is discovered and they are separated, Harry falls gravely ill.

💕 Oh, what a world, and then there is you by LaDiDah

(T, 5k, historical) Harry and Louis have met many times before, in many different universes. Soulmates always find each other.

💕 Can't Imagine You Without The Same Smile In Your Eyes by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry

(T, 4k, uni) It’s been over a week since Harry’s first semester at university began, and he has had zero new exciting friendships or noteworthy experiences, just a bizarre dream that keeps waking him up in the middle of the night.

💕 Louis and the no good, very bad day by @haztobegood

(E, 4k, soulmate goose) Louis collapses back into the bed with a groan. Just when he thought his day couldn’t get any worse, there’s a fucking goose stuck on his balcony.

💕 Falling by @reminiscingintherain

(T, 4k, soulmarks) Based off the prompt:  you’re my soulmate and I know we’d have a happy ever after but you’re my best friends ex and if I dated you they’d never speak to me again and I don’t know what to do

💕 That’s the way love goes by bella28 

(T, 4k, soulmate goose) In a world, where soulmate geese are sent to the people who can't figure out who their soulmate is, Harry finds himself stuck with a goose when he is attending a concert of his favourite artist Louis Tomlinson.

💕 Bitter Soulmates Series by theweightofmywords / @lil0

(T, 4k, angst) They had never met, but he didn’t think there was anyone in the world he missed more.

💕 So Paris When We Kiss by cherrylarry / @beelou

(G, 4k, exes) There’s a travel website open that he certainly did not open himself. Niall has been trying to get him to Paris ever since he got his mark. There’s not any particular reason why he hasn’t gone, it just never felt like the right time. 

💕 What’s in a Name by @hellolovers13

(T, 2k, friends to lovers) Louis had always known Harry was his soulmate. The name on his arm disagreed.

💕 emotions won’t grow by localopa / @voulezloux

(G, 1k, angst with a happy ending) so, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me

- Rare Pairs -

💕 neither wanting more, neither asking why (series) by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 40k, ot5) For Louis Tomlinson, there's nothing that compares with getting his soulmark and meeting his soulmate. Nothing that he could imagine that ever could.

💕 I Saw Several Angels in the Self Help Section by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 3k, ot5) Zayn and Louis are soulmates. They're also missing some soulmates. For extra flavour, it's Christmas.

[lightsiided]

     rey nods slowly. he's RIGHT, she thinks. new asgard has given them much, but it isn't their home. not forever. "i know," she murmurs. "and i do want that -- to help the people in my galaxy that need it. i just... want to make sure we find something that makes us both happy. that fulfills... all of our hopes and dreams. even the ones that aren't shared." it is thor's future, too, after all. and with everything he's endured, he deserves to find what will bring him peace.

she huffs a laugh under her breath, leaning in to rub her cheek against his bare arm. "so we agree, then. we both want children that look like each other." straightening with a blink, her answer is reflexive -- "yes" -- even though rey isn't keen on letting thor out of her sight just yet. but what he proposes is otherwise impossible to achieve, and so she takes the baby into her arms, carefully positioning her against her chest. rey's breath catches as she sees how love looks at her, eyes half-lidded and little mouth yawning. it is so SWEET. she smoothes a hand over the baby's back, clearing her throat while she settles.

"alright. i can do that. go ahead." nodding towards the washroom, she waits for thor to depart, then takes a few slow steps around the room. love doesn't fuss -- she seems to be on the very edge of SLEEP -- and rey hopes to keep it that way. but it's not long after the water starts that rey begins to grow anxious. she can hear the shower and the water coming through the old pipes. more than that, she can feel thor's force signature just behind the door... yet rey can't help but to worry something terrible will happen anyway.

without being fully aware of where her feet are taking her, a few quick steps find her hovering just outside of the washroom, close enough that she feels the steam from the shower ESCAPE through the cracks in the door. rey shuts her eyes, trying to focus on drawing deep breaths. everything is fine, she reminds herself. thor is mere inches away.

yet it feels like an eternity that he is in the shower. as the minutes pass, love dozes on her chest, blissfully unaware, and rey does her best not to grow too worked up. her rational mind knows it's absurd to be upset, but the QUIET makes it hard to think of anything other than gorr and what's happened. it all starts to feel very overwhelming very quickly.

she's fidgeting on her feet when the water finally cuts off. teeth bite at her bottom lip, but she continues to rub love's back, keeping her comfortable so she can sleep. when the door opens, not even the sight of the most beautifully muscled torso she's ever seen is enough to calm her FULLY. "i'll come with you," rey suggests too quickly, sweeping her eyes over him. "to put her down. then i'll shower. i just need a minute."

the welcoming she speaks of is something he’s thought of, too.  it only reaffirms, in his mind, that new asgard is not the place where they’ll start a family and build their lives.  thor knows they will always have a place here, amongst the asgardians — but that indescribable belonging is not something he’s felt here.  and, he imagines, if rey had… it wouldn’t be something she has to imagine.  she would have felt it already.

“they’re always in my heart and on my mind.  you wouldn’t be taking me from them.  we can return whenever — as often as we like.  but a permanent residence?  i…”  he just doesn't see it.  he doesn’t feel it.  the thor who’d chosen here to relocate thought he was doing so as a king, with droves of his people still living, and his sibling & best friend at his side.  things change.  and, likewise, he wouldn’t want to pull her from her home.  has rey not made enough changes?

perhaps it is his turn.

“anyway… if you are going to help everyone who needs your guidance, we can’t do that from here.”  thor’s voice is resolute; he doesn’t know where exactly their home will be — they will know once they’ve found it — but he knows starting anew is what’s best for them.

“oh, please,” he drawls with a roll of his eyes, shake of his head, “don’t be absurd.  whether resembling you or i, we will be batting suitors away, regardless.”  bumping his hip gently into hers, thor then redirects his smile to the baby.  “as much as i like the thought of having a child this handsome—“  as if putting himself on display, he lifts his chin, gazing toward the ceiling before another chuckle brings him back down to earth, “—having a child that looks just like you would be… so, so lovely.”

love gulps down the last of her formula and promptly drops the bottle.  thor is still grasping it; so he turns, places it atop the counter just next to the sink, and wraps that arm around her.  nodding toward the room again, he makes his way out of the light of the kitchen.

“will you hold her again?  i would like to take a shower — try to wash off…”  all of the dread of the day.  “i would ask you to join me, but — that would mean leaving her alone.  what do you say?”  rocking love, he turns around to face rey, nudges her lightly in her direction.  “do you want to go back to rey?  she’s nice, isn’t she?  and pretty, too.”  looking between the both of them, love eventually reaches her little arms out for rey, and thor passes her over slowly.

“assuming she is still awake when i’ve come back out, i’ll take her for you, try to put her down for bed, if you want to go in next.  there is more we should talk about — more i would like to talk to you about.  preferably in our bed.”

[andersonsprincess]

Emily Prentiss

a/n: this is my first time actually posting something nsfw NOT about abby so pls bear w me

cw: mommy kink (might've went overboard), overuse of commas and ellipses, strap, fem!reader, praise kink (?), i started writing this as 2am and finished it over 12 hrs later so... NOT proofread , no use of y/n, CME emily

a/n 2: i've only watched a few scattered eps of cm but im in love with this woman so yeah

your head was lolled back on her shoulder, your nose pressing into her neck, breathing in the scent of her perfume. her pretty crimson strap nestled deep in your needy cunt.

it'd been a few hours since you got to her office; the sun had long been gone. it didn't matter how much you whined and whimpered, you knew better than to move, and emily knew that.

she knew that you'd be good for her. all you wanted was to be her good girl. but even good girls had their limits.

soft pants left your pretty lips as tighten around the strap in a pathetic attempt to feel something. anything.

"no, none of that, honey."

a pathetic whine escapes from your throat.

"mommy, please? i've been good..."

she places her pen on the desk and pushes you forward, further deepening your arch, the action causing you to let out a mewl at which she chuckles at.

"you're making a mess all over mommy's lap..."

"m'sorry, mommy.."

she places her warm hands on your hips and begins to grind you on her lap, the strap already stretching your pretty cunt out.

"don't apologize, sweet thing. you've been such a good girl for mommy today..."

she rearranges the files scattered on her desk into a neat pile on the other end and pushes you against the desk, making sure to keep the strap in you.

you hiss as the cold surface meets your burning skin.

emily wastes no time fucking you. starting off slow, kissing along your spine, leaving little bites littered all over your heated skin. her pace was smooth and consistent, dragging the soaked toy in and out of your velvety walls. quiet hums and whimpers falling uncontrollably from your lips.

her slow pace didn't last long. between your soft noises and the hilt of the strap providing friction to her own aching clit, her actions began to increasingly quicken.

"you make me crazy, sweetheart, you know that?"

all you could do what let out a lengthy whine as she reached between your legs and began to play with your clit.

"m-mommy--"

"i know, i know, sweet girl, just hold on a moment, hm? can you do that for mommy?"

that was a rhetorical question, of course you could, you would.

your once soft whines rise in volume quickly as you thighs begin to shake. you squirm in her firm grasp.

"mommy, please! i can't hold it-!"

emily's thrusts become more sloppy and uncoordinated, she was moaning as she ground against the strap, fucking deeper into you.

"cum for mommy, now, sweetheart..!"

your body stilled as you let out a high pitched squeak, panting as your high began to wind down.

she leaned over you back, resting her head on your neck and the two of you laid there for a minute, dwelling in each other's intimate comfort.

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

Baby, It's Cold Outside

AO3

Summary: Soren is cold because of the dark magic in his body, but he has a very warm boyfriend. Corvus can't help but wonder why his boyfriend is always so cold and has inexplicable scars.

Note: I was listening to my Sorvus playlist as I wrote, and Good Love by Aly & AJ came on and I realized it fit the vibes of this fic perfectly. I then played it on repeat for most of while I was writing. So, listen to that while reading if you want the full experience.

I honestly debated titling the piece after that song, but decided I couldn't pass up a good pun.

Inspired by @multifandom-nerds-blog's headcanons that Soren is cold and has scars because of the dark magic used on him in the past. Mix that with waking up cold every morning in the winter. Thus, a fic is born.

...

Soren couldn’t help it. He was almost always freezing. The dark magic in his veins guaranteed it. 

Except, somehow, right before bed. Even in the middle of winter, he’d have to take most of his layers off before laying down, because otherwise he’d never be able to fall asleep. 

Especially if he wanted to fall asleep cuddled into Corvus; he’d quickly get too warm. Even if they ended up on separate sides of the bed by the morning (because Soren couldn’t stay still in sleep, either), falling asleep in each other's arms helped to ward off the nightmares. Half the time he even woke up with all of his blankets crumpled at the foot of the bed because he’d kicked them off. Corvus was quickly learning to keep a death grip, even in sleep, on any blanket he actually wanted to keep on him.

So, on the night of the first freeze of the winter season in Katolis, Soren went through his usual nighttime routine of lavender scented skin and hair care products. He’d already put on his lightest pair of pajamas, not thinking about the weather; his only concern had been how quickly he could get out of his heavy armor and into Corvus’s waiting arms. It was Soren’s night to be the little spoon, and it had been a long day.

Soren stopped in the doorway to their bedroom and watched Corvus, mesmerized by the way the lamplight reflected on his skin. He was sitting in their bed, under the covers, working on perfecting his next cello piece.

“You look deep in thought,” Soren said, breaking Corvus’s concentration.

Corvus didn’t look up, but he couldn’t help his smile. “I’ve got a great muse.”

Soren’s face turned red.

Corvus let the words hang for a beat before he continued. “Yeah, you know, Pyrrah’s been really inspirational recently.”

Soren had been making his way across the room and stopped. He made the confused, deep-in-thought face that Corvus lovingly referred to as his “wait for it” expression. Then came the “realization” face.

“Was that… a joke?” Soren asked after a moment, Corvus’s dry sense of humor dawning on him.

Corvus put the papers on his bedside table with a wry grin. “It was! What did you think?”

Soren practically pounced on the man waiting for him in bed. Corvus let out an “oof” of air at Soren’s landing - like a big dog, sometimes Soren forgot how large he actually was.

 “It’s not funny when you joke about me,” he pouted into Corvus’s chest dramatically, words muffled by fabric and skin. On instinct, Corvus wrapped his arms around Soren.

“Soren, you know nothing compares to the awe you inspire in me.” Corvus ran his fingers through the silky blond hair tickling his chin. Now he’d also smell like lavender all night.

Soren’s head popped up with a grin. “That’s what I like to hear!”

Corvus rolled his eyes and tried not to smile, but the corners of his mouth twitched, unable to hide his amusement. Soren let Corvus’s hand on the back of his head guide him into a gentle kiss.

“Hi,” Soren breathed when they broke apart, forehead to forehead.

“Hi.”

Soren, abruptly breaking the quiet moment, rolled off of him and scrambled under the covers. “Okay, time for bed. Hold me!”

Corvus barked out a laugh. “Geez, aren’t you demanding this evening.”

Still, Corvus did just as Soren specifically requested, quickly snuffing out his lamp, laying down, and wrapping his arms around Soren from behind.

“Well, as Head Crownguard -”

“Don’t.”

“You know you love me,” Soren said, snuggling back into Corvus’s warmth. Soren tangled their hands together and brought Corvus’s free hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on whatever skin was nearest as he closed his eyes.

“I really do.”

…

Corvus was used to sleeping in the roughest of terrain. On the forest floor, in the mountains, in a tree - really, just about anywhere. He didn’t even need a tent or a sleeping mat because being a tracker meant being discreet and able to pack up quickly.

What was he not used to?

Waking up with his freezing boyfriend clinging to him for dear life on a cold winter morning.

“Soren…?” he asked groggily, eyes adjusting to the early rays of sunlight shining through their window. He turned his head and met icy blue eyes. “Are you okay? Did you just sneeze?”

Soren nodded minutely, digging his fingers deeper into Corvus’s side. “Yup. Because of the light. But I’m okay, just currently feeling a bit like an icicle.”

“Then why don’t you have a blanket on?”

“Too cold to move.”

Corvus rolled his eyes and sat up. Soren whined, but due to his grip on Corvus, sat up too. Corvus reached over to dislodge Soren’s hands from his side so he could stand up to get Soren another shirt and fix the blankets, but a small “Don’t go…” stopped him.

Corvus’s annoyance melted away as he felt his heart clench.

“Darling, I’m not going anywhere, I just want to help,” Corvus said, dropping a kiss on Soren’s forehead.

Soren vehemently shook his head, burying his head in the crook of Corvus’s neck and wrapping his legs around Corvus’s, forcing him to stay down. Corvus gasped at the shock of Soren’s freezing nose and cold toes against sensitive skin. He relented with a sigh, reaching towards the bottom of the bed for the mixture of sheets and blankets that Soren had crumpled there.

Corvus brought the blankets up, tucking them around Soren as best he could, and stretched towards his folded scarf on his bedside table, sending his papers scattering to the floor. He sighed. He’d have to pick all of those up later and put them back in order.

The things he did for this man.

“Soren, I will need you to extricate yourself from my body for a moment if you want to wear my scarf.”

Soren relented, loosening his grasp by a fraction. His eyes were bright. “It’s too early to figure out what ‘extra-kate’ means, but I heard the word scarf. I get to wear it?!”

Corvus nodded. Judging by Soren’s reaction, you’d think Corvus never let his partner borrow it, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. Corvus loved seeing Soren in his scarf. It brought out his eyes and, honestly, a part of him loved knowing that people would see Soren in it and know they were together. That this goofy, fascinating man was his goofy, fascinating man. The man who balanced him out and inexplicably complemented his personality almost perfectly.

Corvus had also taken to leaving his scarf with Soren when either of them had a mission away. Soren, on the other hand, always sent Corvus with his favorite dragon plushie. Sometimes Soren would wear the scarf the whole trip. Or sometimes only at night, like how Corvus would sleep with Soren’s stuffed dragon beside him. It helped ease the ache of being apart.

Soren acted like this every time because he knew how important the scarf was to Corvus and treated each time he got to use it with reverence.

Soren finally released Corvus from his grasp, sitting up next to him, but kept their legs tangled together. Soren tried to keep his face serious, but Corvus still thought he looked like a kid about to get their birthday presents (to be fair, Soren also looked like that when he was about to get his birthday presents).

Corvus carefully looped the scarf around Soren’s neck, using adjusting it as an excuse to touch him. He couldn’t help but notice that the lightning-like scarring across Soren’s torso seemed to be more prominent than usual in the cold. He held his tongue, not wanting to ruin this moment that almost felt sacred.

But of course, Soren tracked Corvus’s eyes to his scars.

…

Most everybody knew Soren ran cold, but most did not know the reasoning. Not Corvus. Not even Ezran and Callum, who actually knew bits and pieces of the “why,” since they grew up together.

Not that he didn’t want to share it with Corvus. But his past and his family were so - ironically - cold and dark. Whereas what he had with Corvus was so good and bright and warm. He didn’t want to taint it by bringing up the past. Every other time Corvus had inquired about his scarring, he’d found a way to change the subject. Or distract Corvus with a kiss.

Of course, Corvus noticed him dodging the question, but he respected Soren’s need to reveal things in his own time. And he’d gladly be distracted by Soren’s mouth anytime.

The light filtering through the window made Soren feel… safe. Time felt like it was suspended, as if what happened now wouldn’t really count in the glaringly bright light of a winter’s day.

Which he knew was ridiculous. If this conversation was about to happen, it’s not like Corvus would somehow forget as soon as they officially woke up for the day.

But wrapped up in blankets, his boyfriend’s scarf, and with Corvus’s grounding presence next to him, Soren felt like maybe it was time.

Plus, Corvus was staring at his scars with that face he got when he was really committing things to memory. Usually he loved when Corvus looked at him with that face - it made him feel… wanted. Handsome. Precious. A thousand other feelings he didn’t have words for.

But this time, it just made him want to tell Corvus everything.

“Hey, I see you ogling my muscles,” Soren grinned, joking to try and psych himself up for what he wanted to talk about. “I’m just kidding. You can stare at them as much as you want.”

Soren followed up his statement with a dramatic flex of an arm and a wink, then a kiss to Corvus’s cheek. He could feel the heat from Corvus’s flushed face against his cool lips. 

“You know what ‘ogling’ means?” Corvus asked, raising an eyebrow once he’d managed to compose himself a bit.

“Of course I do,” he responded haughtily. “I read romance books.”

Corvus smiled softly, endlessly amused by his partner, which led Soren’s boisterous grin to turn into a genuine smile. Soren put a hand to Corvus’s right cheek and ran his thumb gently along his eyebrow scar. Corvus closed his eyes and nuzzled into the touch.

“Okay, but in all seriousness,” Soren started quietly. If he didn’t do this now, he feared he never would. “I can see the question in your eyes and I… I think I’m ready.”

Corvus nodded. He didn’t want to say anything and disturb the moment. They broke apart, and Corvus leaned back against the headboard, ready for Soren to continue when he was ready.

“So, you may or may not know that I was a pretty sickly child.”

Another nod in response. Soren and others around the castle had alluded to it previously, but he didn’t know much else.

“But what you don’t know is that… I wasn’t getting better. As a child, I couldn’t… I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t play with Claudia without having a coughing fit or walk to the kitchen without wheezing. I was dying, Corvus.”

Soren heard his childhood mantra in his head. In through your nose, out through your mouth. He felt Corvus slip an arm around his shoulders and Soren leaned into the touch.

“But then, one day when I hadn’t been able to get out of bed for weeks… Poof. It was gone. I could breathe. I could run. I was like a new man - er, well, boy. I wasn’t sure what had happened, but that was the day these showed up,” he said, gesturing to his chest. “My being cold wasn’t as bad back then, when dark magic had only been used on me once.”

Soren heard Corvus’s intake of breath, fingers squeezing into Soren’s shoulder.

“Once?” Corvus asked, tentatively.

Soren nodded. “Yup. That was… that was the first time. But I didn’t realize what had saved me from my breathing sickness until the second time. Viren never told me how I got better, and I never thought to question it until I was grown and... and truly saw what he'd turned into.

“So, this next part you’ve definitely heard about. It was when I taunted Pyrrah in that town. When me and Clauds had you captured. While you were off being your gentlemanly self, saving the day and tracking the princes - or, well, king and prince, I guess - I was… taunting Pyrrah, yet again. We got into a bit of a fight and… well, let’s just say my armor couldn’t protect me from being thrown across a field and hitting my spine against a sharp rock.”

Corvus had indeed heard about it, but assumed the stories he’d heard about Soren’s injuries must have just been overly exaggerated. He was quickly learning that they were, in fact, not.

“I was paralyzed. Clauds tried everything she could, but nothing changed. I’d accepted it. That’s when I got the idea to reinvent myself as a poet, actually. But Claudia… she wouldn’t, couldn’t accept it. They kicked her out of the doctor’s office. I don’t know what she did while she was gone, but when she came back, she had this spell that made me start moving again.”

Soren unconsciously wiggled his fingers. Corvus took that as an invitation to grab his hand. When he felt how cold Soren’s hand was, he gave it a squeeze of encouragement and started rubbing the hand between his to help Soren warm up.

“That’s when her hair started going white,” Soren continued softly. “And that’s when the scars on my back showed up. I was cold to the touch from that day on. It took a little bit for me to put all the pieces together, but I eventually realized dark magic was inside me, and it had been that way for a while. I asked Viren as much when I was still on his side, and he confirmed it.”

Soren took a deep breath. He no longer felt like an icicle, and a weight was lifted from his shoulders. “So, yeah.” He met Corvus’s eyes. “Dark magic is the reason I’m alive today.”

…

Soren had ended up in Corvus’s arms as the story went on, and Corvus looked down at him, buried under blankets, in wonder. He’d joked the night before that Soren left him awestruck, but it was truer every day. The more Corvus learned about his partner and his past, the more he admired how strong he was to get up and start every day with a smile on his face.

No wonder Soren had such complex feelings surrounding magic as a whole. Dark magic had saved him and let him stay a member of the Crownguard, but it had also taken away his family and harmed so many.

Corvus couldn’t help but be selfishly grateful for it, since it meant Soren was around to lounge in bed with him like this. He couldn’t fathom a world without Soren’s vibrance in it.

“Soren, you never fail to astound me,” Corvus said, leaning in to kiss Soren’s no-longer-ice-cold nose.

“Aw, thanks babe. Back at you.” A moment of silence. “I think. What exactly does astound mean?”

“Amazing. Wondrous. Incredible.”

Soren’s cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink, and Corvus couldn’t help but give him a kiss. Soren shivered, and not because of the cold.

One kiss turned into multiple when Soren wrapped his arms around Corvus’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair, grasping at his back. Corvus tried to convey all of the love he felt for Soren, how glad he was that Soren was alive, into every touch of his hands, every brush of their lips.

“You know, I could think of some other ways you could help me stay warm…” Soren said once they broke apart, Corvus hovering over him. Soren followed up his statement with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.

“Soren!” Corvus chided, shoving lightly at his shoulder. “We have work soon.”

 Soren shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

Corvus pressed a kiss to that same shoulder, snuggling into Soren as they laid back down to rest for a little while longer. “I didn’t say never. We have plenty more cold mornings in our future.”

“Yay!”

After that, they went quiet, enjoying each other's company. Corvus lay on top of Soren, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. That big, beautiful heart of his. It was strong and sure, even through the fabric of Soren’s pajamas. It was the most beautiful sound Corvus had ever heard.

Corvus waited so long to say anything, he thought Soren might have fallen back to sleep. 

“Darling?” he asked quietly, looking up at Soren’s face.

“Hmm?” came the groggy reply, eyes blearily blinking open.

“Thank you. For telling me. I know how difficult that was for you.”

“You make everything easier…” Soren said with a tender smile, sentence trailing off as his eyes closed once again. In moments, his breathing evened out.

Corvus brought the blankets up a little higher around them and closed his eyes.

...

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading!!

I tried to handle the topic of Soren being paralyzed as delicately as I could. I don't think he views it as a bad thing or that he was "saved" from it in the same way as his breathing sickness and I hope I portrayed that well.

Also, I personally imagine Soren's scarring to be kind of like Nora Valkyrie from RWBY after Volume 8!

My personal headcanon is that Corvus actually loves Soren’s little nicknames after they get together, but he just likes to keep them between them <3 and when Corvus is feeling especially affectionate he will also drop a pet name, which leaves Soren glowing for the rest of the day. And Corvus is almost always feeling especially affectionate when alone with Soren. Hence, multiple pet name drops this fic.

Also, Soren being a romance book reader is a headcanon originally thought up by the incredible jomipay on AO3/@halfofmysoulistrees on Tumblr. It's canon in my heart.

[fansplaining]

Hello! I just read your article Endless Appetite for Fanfiction. It was very good, and touched on a lot of problems we are faced with in this era of media exploitation. And I agree! There are so many threats! But I do think the future is still in our hands. As the producers and curators of the fandom, we get to steer our audience and peers in the direction we want it to go. Mostly by sticking to our guns and continuing to function as normal, and to teach newcomers the way of the land! We can write PSA's, do disclaimers, continue writing fic the way we want to, comment on each other's work, maintain visible fandom friendships, etc. There are so many things we can do! As long as we want deep connections to the work and each other ( which is why we are doing this in the first place), they can't take anything from us. If anything, we are more established than ever. Anyway, there is hope. <3

Aw, thank you so much for the lovely message, anon! That's this article, if someone still hasn't managed to see it haha.

I definitely agree that we should keep doing all the stuff you've beautifully articulated. Sometimes I feel that as fans and fic writers, there's not much more we can do: so much of this is about external forces we can't control.

As a journalist, I do feel like I have a little more in my arsenal—like reporting on the for-profit fic binding in a mainstream publication, which definitely brought it to the attention of people outside fandom. With these recent AI grifters, they capitulated pretty quickly when fandom pushed back, but I worry the next guy will be a bit more pro, or a bit more uncaring about public outcry. Legally, we do have rights here, but we're decentralized, and unlike Disney etc, an individual fan doesn't have a team of lawyers that can sit on Etsy or wherever, constantly issuing DMCA claims—let alone bring a lawsuit.

Then I think, I'm a fan and a journalist, and so many fandom people have professional skills that can help here. The OTW exists because trained pros—librarians, developers, lawyers—have donated their skills over the years. But they can't be the single centralized group in transformative fandom, and I often worry that many people treat them that way. It's partly why I've been excited to work with the EFF recently, since they're interested in being another transformative fandom advocate. But I also think there's room for much, much more.

So I do have some hope on the external side—it's hard to see what shape our pushback will take, but I know there are tons of fans who will push back! Within fandom itself, it's just as you say: we can make our spaces vibrant and welcoming and meaningful, and we can keep creating and sharing with people in those spaces. I have zero plans to stop writing and publishing fic, no matter how many jackasses swoop in and try to profit off it. And I'm grateful that so many of my fellow fans feel the same way.

Thanks again for your message—I really appreciate it. <3