#what's it called when you really feel and believe one thing in your head

[himbosandhardwear]

Two Truths I 1.3k I NSFW-ish

“How'd you get it to stay?”

“Soldered it into one solid piece,” he brags, cigarette caught in the corner of his smile.

“You're insane. I can't believe that was you the whole time.”

“It was Ronnie's idea, I just made it happen.” He taps his cigarette out in the crystal ashtray balanced on his knee. His legs are spread open, so Steve can reach the ashtray if he needs to. “I thought he looked very metropolitan with an earring. Chic even.”

Yeah, the gold hoop earring in the mascot tiger costume was ultra modern. Steve rolls his eyes but doesn't argue. He doesn't give a shit about defending a stupid High School mascot over a harmless prank from five years ago. Eddie's antics are a thousand times more entertaining than any of his stupid basketball stories.

“You know what game you'd kill at?”

“Monopoly? Dog! I called it, you can't have it, I'm always the dog!” He nearly dumps the ashtray in his excitement.

“No, shut up. I'm the car anyway, duh. I was gonna say, Two Truths and a Lie. That's your game.”

“Hmm, never played.” He rolls his head around the back of the couch, his haphazard bun goes even looser. “Is it a drinking game?”

“Doesn't have to be. Just a guessing game really. You just say two things that are true and one lie and the other person has to guess which one is the lie. But it can't be like, ‘I have brown eyes, I have brown hair, in 1983 I helped defeat a monster from an alternate dimension.’”

“You have hazel eyes.”

Steve blinks for a second. “Yeah. But anyway, it has to be less obvious, is what I'm saying.”

“Got it. So, like, okay… My dad is in the penn for Grand Larceny, Wayne's only confirmed kill in ‘Nam was a poor defenceless monkey, and my favorite subject in school was Home-Ec.”

“Shit. I don't know if I want the monkey thing to be true or not.”

Eddie's dimples make an appearance. “My favorite was Theater. Home-Ec was a close second though. I made a pillow and used it to sleep through Algebra.”

Steve cracks a laugh. “Yeah, that tracks.” Okay, his turn. His life suddenly seems boring in comparison, even with all the shit he's been through. He used to be good at this game but he's kinda set himself up for failure here against Eddie.

“Dying of boredom…”

“Shut up! Okay, how about this… My paternal grandparents were from Scotland, I have a B.B. permanently lodged in my ankle, and my first three-way was with Tommy and Carol.”

Eddie chokes on air, making Steve laugh in delight.

Once he's got his breath, he looks at Steve in suspicion. “I'm gonna assume you didn't actually get close to Hagan's freckled weiner.”

Steve's grin feels mean, like whenever Tommy said something particularly scathing to some anonymous Freshman. “B.B. is stuck in my thigh actually.” He pulls his shorts up enough to show him the white scar.

God, the look on Eddie's face - perfectly, comically shocked, mouth open, eyes white around the iris - makes him feel so good, to have something like that up his sleeve, something to shock the wildest guy Steve knows.

“You're gonna catch flies like that,” he says, smug. “It's your turn.”

Eddie snaps his mouth shut, teeth clacking audibly. “Fine. Let's see,” he taps his finger against his chin, “raising the stakes…” He slips Steve a look, conveying his playful scheming. “I've had sex at school, I've had sex at the Hideout, I've had sex at your house.”

His immediate instinct is to call bullshit at Eddie fucking here, because when exactly would he have accomplished it, but then he remembers who provided the favors at most of his parties and he hesitates. Eddie watches Steve go through this realization, watches with a smugness that he wants to wipe off.

“It had better have been on my parents bed,” he concedes.

“Laundry room actually.”

“I hate you.” He crosses his arms and pouts, nearly asks who with but he's not sure he wants to know. “So which one was the lie?”

“School. Obviously. My dick couldn't get hard there even if I wanted it to.”

Memories of sitting in class surface, trying desperately to hide his boner, but he's not gonna admit it. Even though he's certain Eddie had the same problem at least once. It’s basically a rite of passage for dudes.

“My turn, you absolute freak.” Now what does he admit to to top getting it on with some mystery person on his parents dryer? “Hmm… I put actual notches on my bedpost, I've got a pair of girl's panties stashed in my underwear drawer, I used to jerk off with Tommy when we were younger.”

“Okay, now I know you're fucking with me,” Eddie exclaims, arms flailing.

“Which one, Munson? Take your pick.”

Eddie continues to stare, which is a bit nerve wracking but Steve maintains his composure. He's 99% sure Eddie is gay, and therefore won't judge him on this, but there's always that small chance Steve is wrong and this whole thing goes sideways. Three-way with Tommy? Could be a drunken mistake. Teenage jerk off sessions? It happens, no big deal. But both? At one point in Steve's life he'd been able to write off both as normal but Robin had put the writing back on the wall, so to speak.

“That's why he said he didn't want your sloppy seconds,” Eddie mumbles.

Steve blanches. “Who?”

“B- Nobody.”

No fucking way. No. Fucking. Way.

“Eddie. Did you fuck Billy Hargrove in my laundry room?” His voice is eerily calm.

“No.”

Steve waits a beat. “Did Billy Hargrove fuck you in my laundry room?”

“.......no.”

“Your turn,” he growls.

“Wait, which one was the lie?”

He crosses his arms, still pissed off beyond belief. “I don't put notches on my bedpost, that's tacky.”

“On the belt then?” He tries to snark but it falls flat. Steve just stares until he looks away. “Fine. Let me think.”

If he admits to fucking Billy, Steve doesn't know what he's gonna do. The very idea of it makes him want to tear his hair out.

“I over-charged you on weed for years, Gareth is mean to you because he has a crush, I'm sorry I gave Hargrove head in your laundry room.”

Steve gets up and leaves the room. Eddie doesn't call him back. He stomps all the way to the kitchen, yanks the fridge open, grabs another beer, and chugs the entire thing standing there with the door open. When he gets back, Eddie is standing in the middle of the room, awkwardly shuffling like he wants to leave.

“Sit,” Steve barks, “we're not done here.”

Eddie complies but with a stiffness that reads like he may bolt at a moment's notice.

“I fucking know you over-charged me for the weed so I have to assume Gareth does not, in fact, have a crush on me.”

Eddie nods, sheepish. “Hates you for the usual reasons.”

“Right.” The important takeaway here shouldn't be that Eddie had sex with Steve's arch nemesis, it's that he's admitting to being queer. Good. He stares at the side of Eddie's head. “I was straight, I am bisexual, I have bad hair days.”

He watches as Eddie's entire body rotates around to stare directly into Steve's soul. His tongue makes an appearance, wetting his lips.

“I am gay, I am very gay, I am the most gay anyone has ever been.”

That's comical. “No, the most gay anyone has ever been was Robin when she left the room during that scene in The Hunger.”

Eddie matches Steve's smirk. “Correct.”

“I want to kiss you, I want to make you forget Billy Hargrove’s name…..I have brown eyes.”

Eddie's grin rivals that of his grand theft auto exuberance. “Your eyes are hazel.”

“Correct.”

“I am going to kiss you, Billy Who, and…oh, who gives a shit.” He tackles Steve into the arm of the couch.

They don't make it to the laundry room but there's always tomorrow.

[kathaelipwse]

If Only You Could See Yourself | Bang chan

Synopsis: You’ve never seen yourself the way Chan does—where he sees beauty, you see flaws. Every time he calls you beautiful, you dismiss it, unable to believe. But one night, as your doubts consume you, Chan refuses to let you fade into them. With gentle words and unwavering patience, he holds you together, determined to make you see what he’s always seen. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll start to believe him.

Warnings: self-hate, honestly just angst, comfort

Word Count: 1.1k

Author's Note: This might trigger a few readers. I am going through a turmoil and honestly chan is my comfort person so yeah..

It was a day off, you and chan have been dating since 4 years now, though he was busy he never really failed to make time for you and compliment you every now and then.

The first time Chan called you beautiful, you laughed. Not out of joy, but because the word felt foreign—misplaced, even. You thought he was joking. Maybe being playful, the way he always was. But when you turned to see the sincerity in his eyes, something inside you twisted. Uncomfortable. Unfamiliar. You brushed it off.

The second time, you just shook your head. A soft, almost involuntary reaction, like swatting away a fly. You didn’t want to argue, didn’t want to make it a thing. But Chan noticed. He always did. He let it go that time, but the way his brows furrowed told you he was thinking about it.

The third time, you flinched.

That was when Chan really started paying attention.

Tonight, the weight in your chest is heavier than usual. You don’t know why—maybe you do, but it’s easier to pretend you don’t. It’s just another night, another round of existing in a body that doesn’t feel like yours, in a mind that never stops whispering cruel things.

Chan sits on the couch beside you, his arm draped lazily over the backrest. The room is warm, cozy, filled with the soft hum of background noise from the TV. You should feel safe here. But that voice in your head is louder than the comfort of his presence.

“You okay?” Chan’s voice is soft, careful.

You nod automatically. “Yeah. Just tired.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth either. You don’t look at him when you say it. Instead, you focus on the way your fingers pick at the hem of your sleeves.

Chan shifts, turning to face you more fully. “You sure? You’ve been quiet all night.”

You shrug. “Just one of those days.”

His gaze lingers on you, searching. You know he wants to press, but he doesn’t. Instead, he offers you a small smile and says, “You’re still beautiful, you know.”

You freeze. The air in the room changes. The words hang between you, heavy and unbearable.

Your stomach twists violently. Your throat tightens. Something inside you snaps, raw and unfiltered. Before you can stop yourself, the words spill out.

“I don’t get it,” you whisper.

Chan blinks. “What?”

You shake your head, frustration bubbling beneath your skin. “Why do you keep saying things like that?”

He tilts his head, brows knitting together. “Because they’re true.”

You laugh, but it’s hollow. “No, they’re not. You just—” You take a shaky breath. “You see me through rose-colored glasses, Chan. You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

Chan stares at you, something unreadable flashing in his expression. “You think I’m lying?”

You swallow hard, unable to meet his gaze. “I think… I think you’re wrong.”

His voice is quieter now, more careful. “Wrong about what?”

“About me,” you say, finally looking at him. “About everything you think I am.”

Chan’s jaw tightens. He shifts forward, closing the distance between you. His hands reach out, hesitating for only a moment before cupping your face, thumbs grazing your cheekbones. His touch is warm, grounding.

“Look at me,” he murmurs.

You do. And it’s a mistake, because the way he’s looking at you—like you’re the most precious thing in the world—makes your chest ache.

“I don’t see you through rose-colored glasses,” he says, voice steady but thick with emotion. “I see you exactly as you are.”

Your lip trembles. “Then you must be looking at the wrong person.”

Chan exhales sharply, shaking his head. “No,” he says firmly. “No, I see you. The real you. I see the way you care about people more than yourself. I see the way you laugh when you think no one’s listening. I see the way you light up when you talk about the things you love. I see every little thing that makes you you—and you have no idea how fucking beautiful that is.”

Tears blur your vision. “Stop.”

“I won’t,” he says, voice cracking. “Because I wish—God, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

Your breath catches. The words hit something deep, something you didn’t know was still soft inside you. A sob escapes before you can swallow it down, and then the dam breaks.

Chan pulls you into his arms before you can collapse. His embrace is strong, unshakable, as if he’s trying to hold together all the pieces of you that are falling apart. He strokes your hair, whispering soothing things you can’t make out over the sound of your own broken cries.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.”

You clutch onto him, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt like he’s the only thing tethering you to this world.

For the first time, you let yourself believe him.

Later, when your breathing evens out and the tears have dried, you’re still curled against him. He hasn’t let go, hasn’t loosened his grip even once.

Chan presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “You don’t have to believe me yet,” he says quietly. “But let me prove it to you. Let me remind you every day until you do.”

You close your eyes, exhaling shakily. “Okay.”

And for now, that’s enough.

That night, Chan doesn’t let you sleep alone. When you hesitate, standing by your bedroom door as he prepares to leave, he simply tilts his head. “Do you want me to stay?”

You don’t answer right away, but the way you tug at your sleeves gives you away.

Chan sighs softly, stepping forward. “I’ll stay as long as you need.”

So he does.

You lie in bed, facing away from him at first, trying to keep space between you. But the storm in your head doesn’t quiet, even with him near. After a while, your body moves on its own, shifting closer, until your back is pressed lightly against his chest.

Chan doesn’t say anything. He just wraps an arm around you, securing you in place like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re safe,” he whispers into your hair. “You’re enough. Always.”

You don’t know if you believe him yet, but you let his warmth chase away the cold. Just for tonight.

The next morning, you wake up to soft sunlight filtering through your curtains. Chan is still there, one arm draped protectively over your waist. His slow, even breaths brush against the back of your neck.

You shift slightly, and he stirs. “Morning,” he murmurs sleepily.

You swallow thickly. “Morning.”

Chan tightens his hold just a little. “How are you feeling?”

You don’t have an answer. Not yet. But for the first time in a long time, the weight in your chest feels a little lighter.

So you settle for the truth.

“I think… I think I’m okay.”

Chan smiles against your skin, kissing your forehead and says. “Good.”

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[madsluvsdilfs]

☆His Favourite Comfort☆

Emo!Best Friend! Sam X Hyperfem!Best Friend! Reader

Words:660

Warnings? Nope, all fluff

Do you ever get that feeling where life is just too much and you just want to scream? Yeah? Well, that's how Sam felt right now. He had just gotten told about his dad practically dying and just wanted to yell at the world. He can't stay in that house, with his dad, no, he won't. So where does he go? Your house. He doesn't bother knocking, he just walks through the front door like he's done so many times before, your house is basically his house with how much he's there. So he walks the familiar path up the stairs and to your bedroom where he pushes the door open.

Immediately sounds of a cd playing and your singing fills the air and he wipes the smudged eyeliner and tears so he doesn't worry you too much. But that all goes out of the window when you stop your singing, drop the makeup brush that you were using to apply eyeshadow and look at him. Oh your eyes, those wide, innocent eyes that seem to see right through his body and into his soul. As soon as your gaze reaches him, he breaks down. Tears stream down his face, broken sobs spring from his chest and his body feels like it's going to collapse at any given moment.

He glances around your room, it always makes him feel sick, the pink walls, pink bedding, the stuffed animals and make up, perfumes and frilly dresses everywhere. But right now? Right now it feels more like him than his actual home ever does. You stand up as soon as you see his tears, you move over to your bed, laying down and opening your arms, ready to comfort your best friend.

You love Sam, you really do, he knows everything about you and you know everything about him so seeing him break down like this, it hurts you too. He lays down with you, hiding his tear-streaked face in the crook of your neck as he continues to sob. He feels some sort of contentment wash over him as he feels your fingers rake through his hair and your nails scratching down his back. You both lay there in silence, his sniffles being the only thing that fills the air but you don't mind that, neither of you do.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as physically possible, nuzzling his nose against your skin, inhaling the familiar scent of vanilla and something uniquely you. He loves it, your scent intoxicates him every time and he's not complaining. It doesn't take him long to relax, his sobs finally dying in his throat and with a horse voice he tells you everything about what happened and you feel your own tears start to form. You listen to him like he normally does for you and he gets this overwhelming feeling. One he's never experienced before.

Is this…a crush? No, no way, he doesn't believe it, there is no way he has a crush on his stupid girly best friend. Not her stupid, bright skirts, or her obnoxious sparkly makeup, or her soft, pillowy lips, or the soft swell of her…No! No! He mentally scolds himself before pulling his head out from your shoulder to look up at you and his heart feels like it is actually melting.

And before he can actually think it through, his lips are on yours. It feels like he's actually in heaven. Your lips fit perfectly against his, and his hand raises to cup his cheek, your skin feels soft and smooth under his finger tips, you feel just like a cloud. When both of you run out of oxygen, he pulls away, breath heavy against your chin. He takes a minute, his eyes running all over his face before he mutters three words you never would've expected to hear from the emo, junkie who you call your best friend. 

‘I love you’

2 posts in 1 day? Who would've thought that was possible? Also, thank you for so much support on my first fic, I love you all! Sorry in advance if someone has already done something like this or if its not the best, this is my only draft that I wrote in like 30 minutes (its barely proof-read)…and I haven't seen the film all of the way through (I'm a fake fan I know I just love soft Sam so much). Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this little drabble and again feel free to leave comments/ advice so I can get better. Enjoy, lovelies! xx

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[mymindcreatedthis]

Milf Morgan 18+

Y/n x Alex Morgan

Warning: Smut!

Word count: 6.7k (sorry it’s a long one)

*Alex’s Pov* 

Servado and I have been having issues. Serv filed for a divorce when there was a false article posted about me and Tobin Heath the article was false saying I was cheating on him with Tobin. 

It’s been 2 weeks since he’s left me. I haven’t heard from him since, he took Charlie with him as well.

I tried telling him the article was fake but he would listen to me or believe me. Serv told me he was gonna stay with one of his friends for a little while until things are sorted out. 

I’m brought back to reality when I feel someone rub my back. “Hey Alex you okay?” Christen asks me.

Chris is my best friend and was there for me when all this was going down. I smile and nod. 

“Yeah I’m okay.” I say. 

Chris nods. She knew I was lying but left it alone. “The girls are ready and are waiting for us in the lobby.” 

Chris, me and some of the girls were going out to the bar for a girls night and to help take my mind off things. 

We leave the hotel room and meet the girls in the lobby. We get an uber to the bar and go in. 

We order drinks and start talking and dancing. While we were dancing, a beautiful girl with blonde braided hair and beautiful blue eyes was dancing next to me. 

I smile as she walks over to me and starts dancing with me. I smile and dance with her. She had sleeves of tattoos, she was wearing a crop top showing off her toned tatted abs. I bite my lip as I check out her abs. 

I bite my lip, I turn my back to her and slowly grind against her. The girl smiles and bites her lip and places her hands on my hips. 

The girl leans in. “What’s your name beautiful?” She asks. 

I smile and blush at her calling me beautiful. “Alex. What’s your name?” 

The girl smiles. “Nice to meet you Alex I’m Y/n.” 

I smile and lean back against her. “Nice to meet you too.” 

I bite my lip and push my ass back against her. Y/n places her hands on my hips and kisses my neck. My eyes widen as I feel her bulge against my ass. 

We continue dancing with me grinding my ass back against her bulge. 

3 songs later we stop dancing and go to the bar and order drinks. Y/n orders me another drink and gets herself another one.

My phone pings. I sigh, I grab my phone and check it and see it’s a new text from Chris.

Chris: The girls and I are heading back to the hotel. I’m staying with Tobin tonight so you’ll have the room to yourself for you and your friend 😉

I smile and read her text message. I type a text message and click send.

Me: Okay, Thank you Chris

I swipe up I turn off my phone and put it back into my pocket. I look over and take this moment to take in Y/n’s beauty.

She had beautiful braided blonde hair. She was average height 5’8 or 5’9 she was wearing a crop top and it was showing off her abs.

God her abs were so sexy and ripped. I squeeze my thighs a bit as I get wet and turned on checking out her abs. Her whole body structure was gorgeous!

Y/n and I continue talking. As I’m talking she smiles and is really focused on me. God her eyes are so beautiful! I can look into her eyes and never get tired of them. They’re a beautiful blue, I look into her eyes and get lost in them and it feels like I’m exploring the ocean.

I blush a bit. “How old are you Y/n?” I ask.

Y/n is thrown off by this and pauses for a moment. “21.”

I nod and smile. Y/n tenses a bit and looks at me. “I-Is that okay?”

I smile and nod. “Of course Baby. It doesn’t bug me at all.”

I bite my lip and blush and smile as she places her hand on my thigh and rubs my thigh with her thumb.

Y/n smiles and bites her lip. I look down and smile as her hand is resting on my thigh and she’s rubbing my thigh with her thumb. 

I moan a little as she places her hand on my thigh and grips my thigh a bit. Y/n and I down the rest of our whisky. We order another round and order shots. 

By now we are getting more handsy. Y/n smiles and bites her lip as I grab her shot from her and down both shots. I smirk I reach under the counter and grab her cock over her jeans and boxers. 

Y/n quietly moans as I do this. Y/n bites her lips and unzips her jeans. Luckily it was really dark in the bar and the lighting was dim so no one could see what we were doing. 

“Slip your hand in, baby.” Y/n whispers to me. 

*Y/n’s pov* 

I unzip my jeans and bite my lip.

Fuck Alex was turning me on and making me throb I was really hard. I look at Alex.

“Slip your hand in, baby.” I whisper. 

Alex bites her lip and slips her hand in my jeans and boxers. She moans and bites her lip as she firmly grabs my cock. I quietly moan as she grabs my cock. 

“Fuck Y/n your huge.” Alex whispers in shock. 

I bite my lip and smile. “I’m really turned on baby, you're making me hard.” I whisper to her. 

Alex leans in and whispers. “Pay the bill baby.”

I giggle. “Yes Ma’am.” 

I pay the tab and we leave the bar and head back to Alex’s hotel room. Alex unlocks the door and lets us in I close the door behind us and lock it.

I immediately smash my lips against Alex’s She’s shocked at first but starts kissing back. I pick up Alex and carry her to the bed making out with her.

Alex breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Strip naked daddy.” 

I blush and bite my lip at her words. Alex and I quickly strip our clothes and get naked. I giggle as Alex pushes me back onto the bed. 

Alex made her way over to me, climbing on the bed. She kissed my lips as I smiled into the kiss. Pulling herself away she stood up wrapping her legs on each side of my face.

I gave her ass a little spank and stuck my tongue out as she slowly sank down onto my tongue.

"Fuck" Alex whispered. 

She began to slowly move forwards and backwards on my tongue as I kept it as still as possible. She tasted like heaven, her juices dripping down my tongue.

"Uhhh god your tongue, fuck Y/n, your tongue is amazing" she whispered as she gripped her boobs.

Alex began to ride my face a little faster, her hands moving down to my stomach to keep her still, her thighs tightening around my head, keeping me still as possible.

I reached my hand around her body and placed my thumb in her clit and began to rub it slowly. Alex jolted at this touch as she carried on riding my face.

"Ughhh fuck Y/n fuck, keep going" She yelled her hands now gripping in my hair.

I began to move my tongue in and out of her pussy as she continued to ride my face. I could feel the way her pussy began to leak more and more juices.

"I’m going to cum" Alex moaned. 

When I heard this I began to move my tongue a lot faster, feeling the way Alex began to fidget on top of me.

"Ughhh god Y/n please, please" she yelled, taking the grip of my hair tighter. 

All I heard was the beautiful sound of Alex’s moaning as her wetness squirted all over my face. 

Her grinding got faster as she continued to cum and squirt all over my face and into my mouth, tasting like heaven. 

I snaked my hands up to her stomach as she slowly rode out her high. Her legs trembling beneath her she climbed off my face placing a kiss on my lips.

"Thank you" she whispered as she kissed me again.

I had a smile on my face as I tasted the little bits of cum still left on my face. Fuck she tasted amazing. 

Alex smiles and bites her lip and slowly grinds against my abs. I bite my lip and quietly moan as she slowly grinds against my abs. 

Alex pauses. She smiles and leans down and spits on my abs. I smile and bite my lip as she spits on my abs. 

Alex straddles me, I bite my lip as I feel her slit and juices in my abs. 

Alex places her hands on my tits, steading herself. I bite my lip as Alex moans and slowly grinds against my abs. 

"Mm fuck." Alex moans. 

I smirk. "you're really wet baby." I moan as Alex massages my tits as she grinds against my abs a bit faster. 

"Mm I love your abs Y/n." She moans. 

"Yeah baby?" I ask, teasing her. I bite my lip. "Mm so sexy, you look so hot grinding against my abs." I say, I place my hands in her ass and give her ass a slight squeeze. 

Alex moans as I give her ass a slight squeeze and grinds against my abs faster than before. 

"F-Fuck I'm gonna cum." Alex moans. 

"Cum baby, cum on my abs." I say. 

I squeeze her ass a bit more rougher. Alex can't take it anymore, she cums all over my abs. I smirk as I feel her juices on my abs. 

Alex’s legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she cums. I smile as she leans down and kisses me. I smile against her lips and kiss back.

I giggle and flip us around. Alex giggles and squeals as I flip us around. I lay her on the bed. 

“Mm I still want to taste this pussy.” I say. 

Alex bites her lip as I move between her legs and lay on my stomach. I kiss and suck on her inner thighs and lick her folds. Alex moans and runs her fingers through my hair. 

I lick her folds. "Mmm fuck." Alex moans. I smirk, I slip in a finger and slowly finger get as I begin to eat her out. 

"Fuck Y/n." Alex moans. 

She massages her boobs and grinds against my finger and face as I continue to eat her out. I slip in a second finger and finger go a bit faster as I eat her out. 

"Mmm fuck, right there. Right there." Alex moans.

Alex rests her legs on my shoulders and wraps her thighs around my head a bit as I continue to eat her out and finger her faster.

I feel her walls clench around fingers letting me know that she was close to cumming. Alex moans in pleasure and cutely grips the sheets.

*Alex’s Pov*

I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets as Y/n fingers me faster as she continues to eat me out. I moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure. 

"Holy shit, Fuck daddy." I moan in pleasure. 

Y/n sucks on my clit as she fingers me faster. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. 

"Fuck....Y/n baby I'm gonna cum." I moan. 

Y/n continues to suck on my clit and fingers me even faster than before. I can't take it anymore, I cum all over Y/n’s fingers, face, and chin. Y/n helps me ride out my high. 

Y/n smirks, she takes her fingers out of me. Y/n licks and sucks my juices off her fingers and wipes my juices off her face. Y/n comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. 

"Mmm you taste amazing baby." Y/n says.

I smile and kiss her. "Fuck you really know how to eat a girl out." I mutter panting and trying to catch my breath. 

"Breathe baby, catch your breath. We will continue  once you get your breath back." Y/n smirks, teasing my folds with her fingers. 

I moan as she does this. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." I moan.

*Y/n’s pov* 

Fuck Alex was super wet. I smirk and tease her folds as she tries to catch her breath. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." Alex cutely moans. 

I giggle. "Sorry baby." 

Alex catches her breath and flips us around. She was on top now. "Your turn now, I wanna get a taste of that dick." 

Alex kisses me deeply, I smile in the kiss and kiss her back. Alex breaks the kiss and kisses my neck. I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving a few hickeys. I moan as she leaves some hickeys on my neck. 

I moan as she leaves hickeys on my neck claiming  me. Fuck I really wanted her to claim me and make me hers. Alex kisses my neck down to my chest. 

Alex kisses and sucks in my chest and boobs leaving hickeys. I moan in pleasure as she does this. 

"Mmm fuck." I moan. 

Alex kisses my chest down to my toned stomach and abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys, I moan in pleasure as she does this and run my fingers through her hair. Alex’s hair was in a ponytail, I took the hair tie out of her hair and let her hair down.

"Mmm sexy." I say.

Alex giggles and kisses my cock.

“Fuck daddy you’re so big.” Alex says. 

I bit my lip as she kisses up and down my thighs, I began to get hard. Alex licked along my length as she took my length in her mouth and began to suck my dick. 

"Fuck babe, such a good girl." I moan as I grip her hair putting her hair into a ponytail. 

She gripped my thighs, as she sped up her sucking gagging as my tip hit the back of her throat. Spit going everywhere as she began to tear up from the continuous gagging. 

My dick plops out Alex’s mouth, a string of spit still connecting us together. She takes my dick and slaps it against her tongue as well as her cheeks, rubbing it along her lips before taking it back in her mouth and continuing to give me head. 

"Fuck Alex, please keep going I'm gonna cum buckets." I moaned gripping her ponytail bit tighter. 

She listens to my request as she gargled my length in her mouth letting it hit the back of her throat. Sliding all the way down her throat like she was swallowing me whole. 

Throat pie #1:

I didn't have time to warn Alex as I explode inside her mouth, filling her mouth up with my seed causing her to gag from the sudden liquid oozing onto her tits and traveling down her throat. 

"Fuck, swallow my cum like a good girl." I moan pressing her head further down on my cock making her swallow my cum. 

She swallows every drop, not leaving any behind. "Hehe you let it all out, didn't you baby." Alex giggles as she wiped her mouth clean. 

I was going crazy, my legs shaking the dark look Alex was giving me as she stayed on her stomach looking at my cock swallowing the last bit of cum in her mouth. 

Without saying a word, she took my cock back in her mouth and started to give me another blowjob. 

"Uuuhhh Fuck, Alex fuck." I moaned quietly as Alex began to suck my cock once again. 

The cheeky look Alex gave me as she got faster make my eyes roll to the back of my head. Her spit dripping down my balls as she continued to gag on my cock, my cock sliding down her throat as she deep throats me her hand snaking up my leg to play with my balls, covered In her Silva. 

"A-Alex baby I'm... I'm close." I moaned, my hand finding the back of her head once again. 

Alex listened to my words as she began to deep throat me faster. My precum leaking down her throat letting her know I was about to explode. 

Throat pie #2: 

"Fuuuccck." I moaned can my eyes slammed shut. My cum shooting out into Alex’s mouth once again making her gag as her mouth got filled up with my seed. 

"Such a good girl for me." I moaned as I guided her head up and down on my length.

Alex wiped her mouth for the second time before taking my cock back in her mouth. I gasp and moan, fuck this was so good she’s really talented with her mouth. 

I moan and grip the sheets as Alex continues to suck the soul out of my cock. Alex stops she spits in my cock again and takes my cock back in her mouth. 

Alex hums against my cock and locks eyes with me. Fuck her locking eyes with me is making it even sexier. 

I brushed Alex’s hair with my hand into a make shift bun and began to guide her head up and down on my length. 

Spit spluttering out of her mouth and she started to get non stop, my tip hitting the back of her throat for the third time today. 

"Keep going Alex, that's it." I moaned, my fist gripped her hair tighter. The feeling of me in her mouth was amazing. 

"Such a good girl." I moaned as I leaned back on my spare arm. 

The only sounds in the room was the continuous gagging from Alex’s throat as she tried to take my length further and further down her throat each time. 

"I wanna cum all over that beautiful face of yours." I said as I feel my balls tighten. 

Alex nodded taking my cock out of her mouth with a plop, strings of spit still linked from my cock to her mouth. I began to jerk over her face, as Alex plays and massages my balls making them tighten up more. 

Cumshot/Facial: 

"Oh my." I moaned loudly as ropes of cum began to ooze and shoot out of my dick. I didn't have time to warn Alex before her face, lips, eyes and even her mouth was covered in cum, painting her face white.

I bite my lip and rub my cock all over her face covering her face with more of my seed. "Look at that messy face." I giggle. 

"Did I feel good?" Alex coughed slightly after what her throat had just gone through. 

Alex giggles. I smile and rub her chin. “Suck my cock again baby get my cock prepared for that pussy.” 

Alex moans and bites her lip. “Yes daddy.” 

I bite my lip, Alex locks eyes with me and takes my cock in her mouth. I moan, my hand finds the back of her head. 

"Fuck Alex your mouth is so nice." I moan, leaning my head back as Alex continues to suck my cock. 

She places her hands on my thighs as she continues to give me head.

 "Fuck Alex fuck, keep going ugh."I moaned as my grip in her hair tightened as she bobs her head faster. 

Her head Silva going all over her lips dripping down her chin. She continued to feel my throat, I moaned loudly in pleasure as I took her left boob in my hand and squeezed it lightly as I felt my balls tighten. 

*Throat pie #3: 

"Ooh fuck, Alex fuck." I moaned. I didn't have time to warn her Alex as I held down her head on my cock as I exploded in her mouth and down her throat. 

Alex choking and gagging on my cum. "Fuck Alex.” I moaned. 

Alex lifts her head and swallows my load. I smirk as Alex wipes the leftover spit and cum off her face. I smirk and gently grab her throat, Alex moans as I do this to her. 

“Get in missionary now slut.” I growl. 

Alex moans and bites her lip. “Yes daddy.”

Alex lays on the bed and lays in missionary. some of my cum was on her tits. Alex scoops up whatever cum she can off her tits and rubs it over her clit and in her pussy using it as lube. 

I bite my lip and watch her do this. "Mmm I want to feel you deep inside me baby." Alex says seductively. 

"Are you Sure baby?" I ask making sure that she really wanted this.

"Yes I'm sure. Cum in me baby." Alex says begging me. I get up, Alex scoots to the edge of the bed. I run my dick through her folds. 

I slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick. "Mmm tell me when to move baby." 

Alex nods, she takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Mmm fuck I thought you were big in my mouth but you feel even bigger inside me." 

I smirk, I lean down and kiss her. Alex kisses back. "M-Move." Alex moans. 

I rest my head against Alex’s and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her. 

*Alex’s Pov* 

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers. 

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before. 

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure. 

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure. 

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet. 

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum. 

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively. 

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure. 

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. 

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan. 

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Alex smirks and keeps going. Alex goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot. 

Alex and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out. 

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure. 

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss.

She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck. Fuck she has amazing dick game.

Y/n moans and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. 

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. 

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure. 

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans. 

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. 

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure. 

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go. 

Y/n’s breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

“Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure. 

I watch as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me. 

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure. 

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my pussy. Give me your thick warm load." 

*Y/n’s Pov* 

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming. 

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Alex moans in pleasure. 

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure. 

Alex giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Alex moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #1: 

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Alex. Alex moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Alex moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Alex ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths.

"Fuck you are amazing in bed." Alex pants out. 

I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes.

Alex smiles and scoots her ass back against me. She lifts her ass cheek up a bit.

I smirk and slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. I moan and rest my head against her, I massage her boobs as I slowly thrust in and out of her. 

"Such a good girl." I tease her.

"Mmm fuck, all for you." You can make me your personal cum dump." Alex moans. 

I smirk and look into her eyes full of lust. "Yeah I bet you would love that. huh slut?" I tease her as I continue to thrust in and out of her.

"Mmm yes I would love it so much." Alex moans out in pleasure.

I smirk, "I like the sounds of that." I lift her leg up a bit as I thrust in and out of her tight cum filled pussy faster and faster.

Alex moans and looks deep into my eyes. "Mmm I've been such a naughty girl. Mmm fuck." Alex moans seductively.

I moan and thrust into her faster and faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Alex moans and looks deep into my eyes as I continue to fuck her brains out. 

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Alex squeaks out with each thrust. Alex’s mouth hangs open, her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to pound her pussy. 

Alex moans and screams in pleasure as I hit her g spot. "Ahhh I'm gonna squirt." Alex moans in pleasure.

I hold her leg up and thrust into her faster and harder, her boobs bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her. 

I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb. Alex’s legs lean against mine. "Oh fuck." Alex shouts as she squirts like crazy all over the bed and sheets. 

I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy, Alex moans and shudders as I do this. I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continues to hold her leg up as I thrust in and out of her harder and faster.

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Alex cries out in pleasure. 

I moan in players and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. 

"Ahhh I'm close." I moan. 

"Me too." Alex moans. 

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting Alex know that I'm close to cumming. 

"Yes cum in me. Cum in me." Alex moans begging for my load as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls. 

"A-Alex baby I'm gon-" I try to warn in her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie #2: 

I moan in pleasure and bust my load deep inside her. Alex moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white. 

"Mmm fuck there's so much cum." Alex moans in pleasure. 

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss as the last of my cum oozes inside her. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. 

Thick cum oozes out of her and drips down her thigh and onto the bed.

“Fuck there's so much cum deep inside me." Alex moans in pleasure as my cum oozes inside her. 

I smile and kiss her. "Mmm fuck baby, your pussy feels  like heaven." I moan. 

Alex giggles and kisses back. "Mmm you have amazing dick game." 

"Yeah?" I ask, laughing a bit. 

"Yeah you can really make a girl cum." Alex says panting and trying to catch her breath. 

Alex takes a moment to catch her breath. Once she catches her breath she straddles me. "I'm not done with you just yet baby. I want every last drop of your cum inside me." 

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. Alex lines my dick up with her pussy and pushes the tip in.

We both moan as she slowly sinks down on my dick taking my length deep inside her. We both moan, I moan and place my hands on her hips. 

Alex moans and slowly slides up and down on my dick. We both moan in pleasure. "Mmm fuck daddy, you're really deep in there." 

I smirk and moan, Alex moans and grips the headboard balancing herself as she slides up and down on my dick a bit faster than before. 

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Alex cries out in pleasure. 

"Good cause you're about to be stuffed." I moan out and slap her ass. 

Alex gasps and moans as I slap her ass. "Yes please, stuff me full of your thick cum." 

Alex moans as she slides up and down on my dick faster and harder. Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. Her tits bounce up and down as she goes faster and harder. 

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Alex moans and massages my boobs as she continues to ride me.

"Mmm feels so fucking good." Alex moans out in pleasure. 

"Mmm you like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask and slap her ass. 

Alex moans as my dick starts to pound her g spot. "Fuck daddy, I love it. I love you stretching me out." Alex moans. 

"Mmm Alex baby slow down a bit. Ahh I'm gonna cum." I moan. 

"That's the point baby, I'm gonna collect every drop of cum you got." Alex sexily moans, Alex moans and continues to ride me. 

I moan and squeeze her ass, Alex moans. I grip the sheets fuck her pussy felt so good. 

"You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?" Alex asks seductively. 

"Mmm I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I moan in pleasure. 

Alex moans and squirts all over my dick and abs again. Alex keeps going. 

"Alex baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan. 

"Me too." Alex moans.

Creampie #3: 

Alex slams her ass down on my dick, I bust my massive load deep inside her. Alex moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I continue to pump her full with my seed and paint her walls white. 

"Mmm fuck that's it. Give me your cum, give me all of it." Alex moans as my cum continues to ooze and spurt inside her. 

I help Alex ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. My dick falls limp, thick cum oozes out of her and drips onto my dick, my abs, my lap and onto the bed. 

"Mmm fuck." Alex moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her.

"Mmm still got more in you daddy?" Alex asks.

I blush and nod, I get off the bed and stand up. Alex giggles as I flip her around and make her lay on her stomach. 

I smile and kiss her deeply, Alex smiles against my lips and kisses back. Alex smiles, she bites her lip and lays on her stomach. I smile, I join her and hover over her and rub my tip through her folds. 

Alex moans as I do this. "Mmm Y/n don't tease just put it in." She moans. 

I giggle at her comment and slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me. Alex moans as she takes all 11 inches deep inside her. 

"Mm fuck, you're really deep in there." Alex moans. 

"Mm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure. 

Alex takes a moment to adjust to my size. "M-Move." 

I move her hair to the side and lean down. I kiss her neck. Alex moans as I slowly thrust in and out of her. 

Alex moans and grips the sheets tightly as I slowly thrust in and out of her tight wet pussy.

"Gah fuck, right there." Alexia moans.

I moan and thrust in and out of her a bit faster.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan and go faster and faster.

"F-Fuck it feels so good." Alex cries out in pleasure.

"Fuck Alex you have amazing grip." I moan. 

"F-Faster... fill me... up." Alex squeaks out with each thrust. 

I thrust into her faster and harder than before. "Fuck yes! Right there! Right there!" Alex screams in pleasure. 

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "A-Alex babe I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure. 

"Y-Yes, fill me up daddy." Alex moans in pleasure. 

I grab Alex’s hair and pull it. Alex moans and gasps as I pull her hair, I smirk and tilt her head back, I slap her cheek and gently choke her. I spit on her face and spit in her mouth. 

Alex moans and swallows my spit. I moan loudly in pleasure and continue to bottom out In her pussy. 

"Fuck baby your grip is amazing. Ugh I don't think I can last much longer." I moan. 

Alex giggles and moans. "Let go babe. You've earned this, relax and cum you deserve a release." Alex moans. 

I moan in pleasure. I place kisses on her backs. I moan as I feel myself getting closer and closer to Cumming.

My breathing gets heavier letting Alex know that I'm about to bust my load inside her. 

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Alex moans. 

I moan as my balls tighten. Alex moans and cums all over my dick, Alex cumming sends me over the edge. After one last thrust I cum. 

*Creampie #4  

I can't take it anymore, cum shoots out of my dick and fills up Alex’s entrance filling her up to the brim.

We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her helping us ride out our highs. 

"Mmm fuck. There's so Much." Alex moans. 

The last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her and paints her walls white. I moan and slowly pull out of her. Cum glazes her folds, Alex moans as my cum oozes out of her. 

Cum drips down her folds and oozes onto the sheets. I smile and spank her ass. "Fuck." I giggled. "I filled you to the brim." I say.

"Mmm fuck no stopping no stopping." Alex moans. "Sit on the bed." 

I do as she says and sit on the bed. Alex lays on the bed and lays on her back, her hips between my legs. I bend my legs a bit and move my foot outside her hips. 

"Put it in baby." Alex cutely begs biting her lip. 

I bite my lip, we both moan as I slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me.

I moan and slightly grip the sheets as Alex moans and slowly rocks back and forth on my cock. 

I moan and lock eyes with her. Alex moans and looks at me, her eyes full of lust and not wanting to stop. Alex moans and rocks back and forth on my cock a bit faster, I moan as her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. 

"Mm f-fuck." I moan in pleasure. 

Alex moans and throws her head back and goes even faster and harder. I moan and rub her clit Alex gasps and moans as I do this. 

"Mm fuck....fuck." Alex moans as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock. 

"Mm cum baby. Ugh please I need your cum inside me." Alex cutely begs desperate for my load. 

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. It's only been 9 minutes and I'm already about to tap out and bust inside her.

Alex moans her breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was about cum. 

"Mm, someone close?" Alex moans. 

I moan and nod. "Yes I'm gonna fill you up." 

Alex moans and cutely giggles. "Let go daddy, let go and fill up my pussy." Alex moans. 

I moan as she goes faster and harder. I giggle and bite my lip as she screams in pleasure and squirts. She squirts all over our legs, my abs and all over my cock. 

I moan as I feel my balls tighten. "F-Fuck Alex baby-" I'm unable to warn her in time. 

*Creampie #5: 

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can't take it anymore let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Alex’s entrance filling her up to the brim. 

"Mmm fuck," Alex moans. 

Alex slowly rocks back and forth on my cock helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my cum in her pussy. We both moan as the last of my cum leaks out of her and oozes onto the sheets as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock slowly. 

I moan and slowly pull out, cum immediately oozes out and oozes into not the sheets. I giggle and rub her pussy as I admire the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy. 

"Mmm fuck babe." I moan. 

Alex giggled and kissed me. She breaks the kiss. "Mmm, that was amazing." Alex moans.

I smile and kiss her. “Yes it was. Mm fuck you drained me.”

Alex giggles and cuddles into me. I smile and hold her close to me as the sun rises and the sunlight shines through the window.

We both fall asleep holding each other.

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— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for February 2025! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Dreaming of You by @louislittletomlintum [E, 30k, Louis/Harry]

“Do you like cigarettes after sex?”

Harry blanched, wondering why on earth Louis would ask him a question like that.

“Oh, well, I - well I have asthma, and ehm, I’m actually a virgin, so,” Harry managed to stutter out, answering purely on instinct as he fiddled with the edge of the vinyl case he was holding and looked at Louis nervously.

He met Louis’ eye after a few seconds and saw an amused glint, one of his curved eyebrows raised in question as he nodded down at the vinyl in Harry’s hands. Harry looked down and was met with three words in white, serif typeface against a misty black background:

Cigarettes After Sex

or the one where harry's in his mid-20's so it's probably about time louis took his virginity

＊ I Can Feel It Take A Hold by @louislittletomlintum [E, 16k+, wip, Harry/Louis]

“Do you always swim in the nude?” Louis broke the silence, his smile growing when Harry felt his blush deepen.

“Sometimes,” Harry answered wearily, pushing his hair back in the hopes that it would maybe not look quite as dishevelled as it felt.

“Mm,” Louis hummed, cocking his head to the side like he didn’t quite believe him. Harry felt properly studied under his gaze. “And what was your plan?”

“My plan?” Harry countered. The water licked at Louis’ legs, darkening his hair and wetting the back of his shorts where he was sitting.

“Well. You were obviously wanting to get my attention,” Louis mused, Harry blushing further. “So what are you going to do with it now that you’ve got it?”

or the one where it’s call me by your name but with; developed frontal lobes, oranges instead of peaches, golden by harry styles, and a happy ending

＊ laid bare by @disgruntledkittenface [NR, 3k, Harry/Haymitch Abernathy]

It's not the first time that Haymitch and Harry meet.

But it is the first time that Haymitch really sees Harry.

＊ Caturday Night by @disgruntledkittenface [M, 6k, Harry/Sutton Stracke]

“You know it’s Caturday,” Sutton continues, lifting her eyebrows. “Now that’s non negotiable. Please tell me you like cats.”

“I do actually,” Harry says, pleased to find that she doesn’t mind keeping up with the twists and turns of the conversation. “I like how independent they are. Everything on their terms.”

“Amen,” Sutton replies. “I have three. Just call me crazy cat lady. Or kitty cat. Those can be good nicknames.”

Harry chokes on a sip of her lager. Given the right circumstances, she'd be more than happy to call Sutton “kitty cat.”

Sutton is intimidating and charming and maybe a little mercurial. But also she’s kind of weird.

And Harry fucking digs it.

＊ baking me crazy by @disgruntledkittenface [NR, 2k, Harry/Seth Meyers]

Harry bakes when he’s had a bad day. He finds out that his roommate Zayn has been texting their neighbor Seth to let him know on those days that free baked goods are available. But he doesn’t mind.

Seth does a better job of cheering him up than baking ever could.

＊ Isn't She Lovely? by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 312 words, Louis/Harry]

"Lou, our jobs revolve around being up at night." Harry chuckled, his voice getting closer signalling to Louis that he'd entered the room. "Yeah, well apparently I've got dad brain. How could I misplace a football uniform of all things?" Louis groaned before leaning to look through the drawers again.

Or, Louis and Harry as first time parents.

＊ You Can't Go To Bed Without A Cup Of Tea by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 333 words, Harry/Louis]

"Hazza?" Louis whispered, tiptoeing further into the kitchen and around the island. The sight infront of him broke his heart. Harry's face was red and blotchy from crying, his duvet wrapped tightly around him. "Oh Hazza, love. What's wrong?"

Or, Louis can't sleep and stumbles across a sad Harry on his way to make a cup of tea.

＊ We Made It by Blue_Green28 / @bluegreen28fics [M, 10k, Louis/Harry]

5 times Harry hints that he wants a baby and 1 time Louis finally gets it.

or, the one with Harry having a bad case of baby fever

＊ I’ve been thinking about you by nevermind_991 / @nevermind991 [M, 50k, Harry/Louis]

“It’s not that I don’t trust her, but you know how she is, Lou. Taylor’s so…”

“Perfect?”

“Exactly! She intimidates me a bit. I wouldn’t be this worked up if it were someone else. I’d probably be less nervous if it was a total stranger or, I don’t know… someone I knew wouldn’t judge me if I’m terrible at it.”

Louis knew he shouldn’t laugh, but he couldn’t help a small chuckle from slipping out. “Sorry, sorry… but, H, aren’t you overthinking this a bit?”

“I don’t know… I just want everything to be perfect…” Harry seemed to drift off, thinking, then turned back to Louis. “Lou?”

“Yeah?”

“You wouldn’t… No, forget it.”

Louis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “No, Harry, come on. What’s going on in that curly head of yours?”

Harry flicked his cigarette to the ground, taking one last drag. “Would you… help me?”

Oh.

Or- Harry and Louis were best friends, but after a rather unusual request for help, their relationship—and their friendship—fell apart. They cross paths again five years later, with Louis now in the same band as Harry’s ex, Taylor, and a past to confront and a future to decide.

＊ Blue eyes look my way (Make today my lucky day) by magpielivingforglitter / @builtyouahousefromabrokenhome [E, 98k, Louis/Harry]

November 1968. Harry has to quit the Liverpool College of Art and go back home to Sheffield to work in the steel mill, after his step-dad died and left his family with debts and too many mouths to feed. But that also means Harry gets to catch his local ice hockey team’s games again. And the Sheffield Steelers have two new players who could turn the season around - maybe even Harry’s whole life …

＊ The Stranger the Better by @haztobegood [G, 2k, Harry/Hozier]

Sometimes a painful break-up can lead to an unexpected new beginning. The note with a famous singer’s phone number in Harry’s hand is proof of that. Thankfully it wasn’t Harry’s heartbreak that led to this, but his best friend Niall’s.

＊ History's pullin' me back by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [M, 1k, Zayn & Louis]

A plan years in the making comes to fruition.

Or the story of the 2025 reunion in LA

＊ Flowers for You by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Louis might be exhausted from writing his next album and travel but he'll be damned if he doesn't find a way to make his baby's birthday special.

Or what they got up to on Harry's 31st.

＊ If We Were Living In Utopia by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [E, 3k, Zayn/Niall]

The tour reaches San Francisco and they have a conversation they've been putting off for a while.

＊ Hearts All Whole by @justanothershadeofblue [M, 33k, Louis/Harry]

Father Louis Tomlinson hasn't seen or talked to his high school boyfriend in over a decade, not since they went to different universities and slowly grew apart. This means it's a bit of a surprise when he looks out from the pulpit on the first Sunday of Advent and sees Harry Styles' unmistakeable head poking up from a pew halfway back and on the left. How's a priest supposed to make it through the madness of the holiday season with his very friendly, very attractive ex distracting him at every turn?

＊ Pink Guinea Club by @haztobegood [NR, 837 words, Harry/Chappell Roan]

Harry's one night stand was interrupted by four adorable guinea pigs.

＊ (un)stuck by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [T, 3k, Harry/Zayn]

Coworkers Zayn and Harry find themselves stuck in their office elevator together one evening after work. In such a small space, there may not be enough room for Zayn's crush on Harry to stay hidden.

＊ The Nestuary by @homosociallyyours [T, 5k, Harry/Louis]

Louis has never gotten the hang of nesting, so when she gets an Instagram ad for a nest building service, she worries it's too good to be true. It's not, fortunately. She's hooked.

Harry is too, for entirely different yet not unrelated reasons.

＊ Be With Me by @allwaswell16 [T, 100 words, Louis/Zayn]

Zayn wants Louis to know she deserves the best. And well, Zayn is the best.

＊ You Keep Pulling Me In by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry [T, 5k, Louis/Harry]

Being invited to a high school reunion was pretty much the last thing Harry wanted, so of course it had to happen.

What happens when her friend and co-worker, Louis, offers to be her fake girlfriend for the evening?

＊ The Best Gift Is One You Can Share With Someone You Love by @loulousmiles [M, 2k, Harry/Louis]

“Wow, Harry,” Louis said. She sounded hesitant—maybe confused?—as she turned the box over in her hands and looked at the packaging. Louis’s brow furrowed before she seemed to remember her manners. “Thank you,” she said, looking back up at Harry. She cleared her throat. “I really wasn’t expecting this.”

“What do you mean, Lou?” Harry asked. “Isn’t this what you told me you wanted?"

Harry may have misunderstood what Louis said she wanted for her birthday slash Christmas present. It may be just the thing for them to finally share how they feel about one another.

- Fic Fests -

＊ 4th Annual Femslash Festuary / @girldirectionfest / masterpost

A short and sweet fest in honor of Femslash February for Girl Direction lovers of any stripe.

[julieverne]

Cailin watches Jane.

Cailin is no detective; she's not even a doctor. But the situation at home--a babysitter for a full adult.

What happened with Maura really did a number on Hope, Cailin knows that intellectually, but she still resents Hope for the ever-tightening grip Hope had on her. She's so afraid to lose another daughter, even though she got the last one back. Has both of them now, because of Maura's kidney. Cailin touches her stomach, over the scar. Maura is part of her now, but they've never been further apart.

Maura hadn't exactly offered. Cailin had ignored the social cues that Maura exhibited; anxiety, nervousness. She hadn't ignored the way Jane's hand had touched Maura's lower back to steady her, to offer support.

She's not here because of the babysitter--well, not just because of the babysitter. She's nineteen, she can take care of herself. She rolls her eyes, even though she's alone. She's here because she wants to know for sure whether Jane is her sister in law or just a really hot woman obsessed with her sister.

Cailin gets it. Maura has the Martin genes; she's gorgeous. Cailin isn't sure she wouldn't be obsessed with Maura if she didn't know they were related. Well, she is, but not the way Jane is obsessed with her. Cailin wants to know more about her sister; Jane wants to eat Maura with her eyes.

She settles back on the bed, tucking one arm under her head. Jane had been here when she got home from the library. Maura hadn't called the police when she hadn't checked in this time. Cailin feels kind of bad about that; she probably should have texted last time too. She knows Maura's job is to pick apart the last moments of women who stayed late at libraries or even stayed home. It's kind of sweet to see that Maura worries about her. Something familial. Cailin hadn't expected how anxious Maura was. Jane had explained it was because Maura wanted Cailin to like her, but that seemed silly because Cailin already did. She'd grown up all over most continents in the kind of places that documentaries got made; she'd learned pretty early to judge people for their intentions. The only vibe she got off Maura was uptight anxiety, and as Jane had said, a deep and abiding need to be liked.

Cailin hadn't done herself any favours there. She'd believed she was dying, and this woman Maura had come in. The daughter Hope had wanted, the daughter Hope had grieved for. She was waiting to take Cailin's place when she passed.

But she hadn't been. She'd offered her kidney; anonymously, of course, but Cailin had known. God, how selfless. Cailin had been a right bitch to get back then, and Maura had offered anyway. Maura really was lovely.

But when Maura was mad, Cailin was reminded that Maura had Doyle blood in her veins too. That their mother loved a mobster and Maura was an unknown quantity.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"it's your house," Cailin says. "Come in."

It wasn't Maura after all. It was Jane. She looks tired and is still in her detective pants with the gun and badge and phone on the belt. They're chunky and make her look even slighter than she already was. It does something to Cailin, Jane being a detective. She wonders if it is genetic.

Jane's also wearing a tank top. It's white and clings to her in a way that makes Cailin bite her lip and look away quickly.

"Thanks for having the talk with Maura."

"I know where babies come from, Jane."

Jane looks startled, then chuckles. She sits on the edge of Cailin's bed and yawns. Cailin sits up beside her.

"I mean the talk about houseguest behaviour. You might not have noticed but she likes certain things a certain way."

"And me being here is upsetting her. I can go home. I just wanted to..." Cailin looks down at her hands. She never fidgeted but Maura did. Must be a Doyle thing. Cailin had seen the way Jane had looked completely devastated in the papers. They had to be lovers. "I just wanted to get to know her. Have a sleepover, I guess, but she's working and I'm studying and we're both adults, even if Hope doesn't think I am."

"Maura says the something vortex doesn't develop until twenty six."

"Cortex," Cailin corrects her. "She's right, but legally I can sign a lease or go to war."

"I would have thought you'd seen enough wars." Jane's voice was low and gentle. She only used that voice for Maura and TJ, who adored her, and sometimes Cailin. Once for Hope. Cailin looks up at Jane. Her smile is so soft, her eyes kind and empathetic. Cailin remembers Jane had dated a soldier and seen another one blown up in front of her.

"Do you ever really feel like the world is an okay place to live in? I know you see the worst of what people do to each other."

Jane sighs and rubs her face. She yawns again.

"You're a good thing in this world. Maura is a good thing in this world. If what I do can protect either one of you, I'll bare-knuckle fight any gangster or deadbeat in Boston."

"Not the Doyles though."

Jane swallows and looks away. "Not the Doyles. They...it's complicated. You and Hope are being watched."

Cailin inhales sharply; she somehow hadn't expected that.

"Look, it's not my place to tell you...but Maura autopsied her half brother. Before she knew who he was, of course. And she had to recuse herself--it was a whole thing. But if you think she's anxious or overbearing or overreacting, I think you should know that she very much doesn't want to have to cut you up too."

Christ. No wonder she'd been so worried. Cailin feels bad now, about making Maura worry. No wonder she'd given up a kidney. Christ. Her own brother. What would that have made him to Cailin? A quarter brother? Like a quarter horse?

Jane watches silently. "That's just scratching the surface of what Maura has in her brain when she looks at you. She's never felt wanted, and when you and Hope didn't want her, I think it broke everything she'd been hoping for. She'd been so scared to even reach out. She's a bad liar, I don't know if you noticed. She just didn't spell out the connection. She wants..." Jane trails off and closes her eyes. "She wants so badly to be loved that she doesn't know how to be loved. She doesn't believe she deserves it."

That's surprisingly deep from casual Detective Jane Rizzoli.

"She was scared of being rejected, that Hope wouldn't want her. She'd met Paddy already by then."

Jane says the name of Boston's biggest crime boss like she likes him, like she hasn't shot him at least once. She'd said Cailin was being watched but she didn't sound concerned. Maybe Cailin shouldn't be either. Jane has a moral compass and she's been a good judge of character so far.

"She was adopted. I mean, of course you know that. But I think she was always scared her parents didn't love her, that they'd made the wrong choice. She was always scared that they'd want to return her. Of course, there was no way they could have returned her, and they love her in their own weird little ways. Constance saved her life. Usually she's not very demonstrative, but she showed Maura how much she has always cared for her. But before then her love for Maura was stiff and formal--she's British. You know what they're like. So seeing you with Hope was something she'd always wanted, something she knew she could never have and she gave you a kidney anyway. So if she says to text her, can you just text her, please?"

"That's a long story for a short message. I'll text her, okay? I didn't know..."

"That's why I told you." Jane's smile is small but she's so pretty that Cailin looks away, suddenly aware that Jane and her are on a bed. She blushes, and Jane chuckles.

"She's not trying to take Hope from you," Jane says gently. Cailin rolls her eyes.

"Somedays I wish she would. She's too much. If Maura can take half, she'd be doing me a favour."

"You've met my Ma, your concept of too much is underwhelming."

"Angela's nice," Cailin protests but not too harshly; she knows what Jane means. The humiliation of having a mother who cares too much. Cailin has always taken it for granted and resented it, but she sees now that Maura can take some of the slack. Hope is too much for one daughter and if Maura can share her house then the least Cailin can do is share her overbearing, anxious mother. They can anxiety at each other. Leave Cailin out of it.

"Ma needs someone to mother, and Maura never got much mothering. They'd both drive me crazy if they didn't have each other." It's so close to Cailin's own thoughts that she laughs. She looks over at Jane. God, those cheekbones, those deep, soulful eyes, the shape of her in that tank top.

"Are you dating?"

Jane looks at her in shock.

"You're, like, half my age."

Cailin groans and buries her head in her hands. She hadn't been asking like that but with the way she was looking at Jane she can't blame her for misinterpreting her.

"I mean, are you guys dating? Each other."

"Ma and me? Not my type." Jane's grin is cheeky.

Cailin knows Jane is being deliberately obtuse. There had been many nights Cailin and Hope had wondered aloud about their relationship. Jane was always there. She was here now.

Cailin meets Jane's eyes with a glare. Jane slumps.

"You'd better ask her," Jane says so quietly that it almost breaks Cailin's heart. It's not a no, but it's as close to an answer as she'll get.

"I'd better go. Sorry to lay all of that on you, I just want to explain. She likes you--she doesn't want to lose you. Not now she's found you."

Poor Jane. Knowing she's single should lift Cailin's heart but she's not wrong; Jane is twice her age, and even though she's gorgeous and funny and kind, dating her would feel wrong because she knows Jane is Maura's. Maura is Hope's, but she's Angela's too, and Paddy's and this Constance's--but most of all Maura is Jane's.

"I like her too. I wish she wouldn't worry so much about that. I wouldn't have come here if I didn't want to spend time with her. She's smart and successful and she's so kind. She's nice, too, if a little uptight at times."

"When you go missing." Jane chides her with no ire. She puts her hands on her knees and yawns again. "I'm going to bed."

"About that. Where do you sleep?"

"The green room," Jane says smoothly, but Cailin has heard Jane's door creep open late at night, Jane's uneven footfalls head down the hall and not come back. Jane gets to her feet and stretches and god there's so much of her, she's so tall, her shirt rides up over her flat stomach and toned abs and Cailin can feel the blush staining her cheeks. Jane tucks her shirt back in.

"Goodnight," Jane says, and then she's gone. Not to the green room, but down the hall towards Maura's bedroom.

Cailin's no detective, but she knows love when she sees it.

+++

In the morning Cailin wakes early to make the coffee. An apology, of sorts. She makes sure the counter is wiped down and the coffee machine is clean when she's finished and packs the dishwasher as Maura and Jane blearily come into the kitchen.

"Keep her," Jane mumbles at Maura, tilting her head at Cailin. Maura nods and yawns and takes the coffee thankfully.

"I just might," Maura says once she's sipped her coffee. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realise how much of your routine I was throwing off."

Maura nods. "And I'm sorry if I've made you feel unwelcome. It's these long hours--I have so little time at home. I've wanted to spend time with you."

Cailin's heart warms her.

"I want to spend time with you too," Cailin says softly, and Maura's eyes crinkle as she smiles--not uncertainly, the way she smiles at Hope and Cailin, but relaxed and honestly, the way she smiles at Angela and Frankie.

Jane's hand is on Maura's hip, squeezing softly, then sliding up Maura's back. Maura leans into Jane like it's breathing, like it's easy and natural and something they do every day. Jane welcomes her, bracing her weight and pulling her closer, hand running over Maura's side, then resting on her hip again. Jane sips her coffee and sighs.

Whatever they are, Cailin doesn't know but she won't ask again, because they're comfortable enough to be themselves with each other around her and Cailin had never been gifted anything so precious.

Jane presses a gentle kiss to Maura's temple and Maura's eyes close. Cailin's not jealous; she's glad. From what Jane said last night, Maura had a tough start. Jane had said Maura didn't know how to be loved, but it sure looked like she did when Jane held her like that.

[mya-valentine]

February 28th - X (1 Thing Wrong) by JoJo - Ex!Shunsui Kyoraku x Reader

The air in Seireitei was cool that evening, the sky painted in deep hues of purple and blue, stars twinkling in the distance like distant memories—beautiful, yet untouchable. It was fitting, you thought, because tonight was one of those nights where old ghosts refused to stay buried.

You never expected to see him again, not like this.

Shunsui Kyōraku stood at the edge of your doorway, his tall frame leaned casually against the wooden frame, as though he hadn’t left behind the wreckage of your past love. His hat sat low over his eyes, but you could still see them—those deep, brown pools that used to hold all the promises in the world.

And yet, he had broken every single one.

You crossed your arms over your chest, staring him down. "If you’re here to reminisce, don’t bother."

Shunsui sighed, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Now, now, that’s no way to greet an old friend, is it?"

You scoffed. "We’re not friends."

The words landed like a slap, but if it hurt, he didn’t show it. Instead, he stepped inside without waiting for permission. The scent of sake followed him like a shadow, mixing with the warm scent of cedar and something unmistakably him. It was infuriating.

You turned away from him, keeping your back straight, refusing to let the weight of nostalgia settle in your chest. It had been a long time since you ended things with Shunsui. A long time since you had decided you deserved better than being second to his games, his avoidance, his endless dance with commitment.

"I heard you’ve been doing well," he said, his voice smooth like silk but laced with something unreadable.

"I have been," you replied curtly, reaching for the tea pot on the table. "And I’d like to keep it that way, so tell me why you’re here and then leave."

A chuckle. Low, amused. "So cold, my love. You didn’t used to be like this."

You slammed the pot down, the ceramic clinking sharply against the tray. "Don’t call me that."

Finally, finally, a flicker of something serious crossed his features. He took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair, exhaling as though he was preparing to say something heavy.

"I made a mistake," he admitted. "Letting you go was the worst thing I’ve ever done."

The confession hit you square in the chest, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you laughed, shaking your head. "You don’t get to say that now. Not after all this time."

"You don’t believe me?" he asked, stepping closer.

"I don’t care." A lie. A blatant, bitter lie. But you had told yourself it enough times that it almost felt true.

Shunsui studied you, his gaze sweeping over your face, as if he was committing every detail to memory. "She’s not you."

You tensed.

Ah. So that’s why he was here. You had heard rumors that Shunsui had taken up with someone else, a new lover who was soft, kind, and everything he supposedly wanted. And yet, here he was, standing in your home, talking about regrets.

"Is that what this is about?" you asked, voice edged with something sharp. "She’s not me, so now you want to crawl back?"

Shunsui flinched. Just barely.

"That’s not it."

"Oh, really?" You turned to face him fully, crossing the space between you in slow, deliberate steps. "Then tell me. What is this? What do you expect me to do? Forget the nights I spent wondering why I wasn’t enough? Forget the way you made me feel like I was just another passing fancy to you?"

His expression darkened. "You were never just a passing fancy."

"Then why did you treat me like one?"

Silence.

And there it was—the same silence that used to fill the gaps in your relationship. The same silence that came when you asked too many questions, when you wanted too much, when you dared to expect something real.

You exhaled, shaking your head. "That’s what I thought."

Shunsui ran a hand down his face, sighing. "I don’t expect you to forgive me."

"Good," you snapped. "Because I don’t."

His lips parted slightly, as if the words stung more than he had anticipated. For a moment, he just looked at you, and you could almost hear the thoughts racing through his mind.

"Did you ever love me?" he asked.

Your breath hitched. You could lie, say something cruel, tell him what he deserved to hear. But instead, you met his gaze and told the truth.

"I did," you admitted. "More than anything."

His fingers twitched, as if he wanted to reach for you. As if he wanted to bridge the distance he had created. But you didn’t move, and neither did he.

"And now?" he asked, voice quieter.

You swallowed hard, heart pounding in your chest. "Now? I don’t know who you are anymore."

Shunsui’s eyes darkened, but he nodded, accepting your words for what they were. The truth.

He took a step back.

Then another.

And just like that, he was leaving.

Just before he reached the door, he hesitated, glancing over his shoulder. "For what it’s worth, I never stopped thinking about you."

You clenched your fists. "That’s the problem, Shunsui. You think too much. You never act."

A bitter smile tugged at his lips. "Maybe you’re right."

Then he was gone, disappearing into the night like a phantom, leaving behind the scent of sake, regret, and the pieces of a love that never truly died.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

This was for the best.

It had to be.

You wouldn’t let yourself repeat history. Not with him. Not again.

He was your ex for a reason.

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Masterlist

[evanbuckleyrecs]

February wrap up

This month I have bookmarked 25 fics! Though I'm only sharing the 9-1-1 fics in this wrap up. All except 1 are Buddie

It only takes a taste (when it's something special) by weewooforever

Buddie | Rated E | 7k | summer of buckfidelity, getting together, first kiss, first time | 2024

Eddie shifts slightly and clears his throat again. “But can you answer my original question? What’s it like kissing a guy?” Buck shrugs, trying to sound casual. “Honestly? It’s pretty much the same as kissing a girl. Lips are lips, you know?” Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Really? It’s just the same?” “Yeah, I mean, it’s all about the connection,” Buck replies, feeling a bit defensive. “Kissing is kissing, right?” Eddie crosses his arms, unconvinced. “Come on, Buck. It can’t be that simple. You’re telling me there’s no difference at all?” Buck leans back, a playful smirk spreading across his face. “Well, if you don’t believe me, I could always prove it to you.”

You're my home, and I'm happy here by gisseleslash

Buddie | Rated G | 2K | established buddie, protective Eddie, insecure Buck, soft Buddie, emotional hurt/comfort | 2025

Chim teases Buck about moving too quickly with Eddie and it brings out all of his doubts. Fortunately Eddie has no doubts about them. Not a single one.

Things that go 'hoot' in the night by Shortsighted_Owl

Buddie | rated G | 5K | established buddie, halloween, worried Eddie, reckless Buck | 2022

Frowning, Buck turns his head toward the noise. Two branches up, obscured by a well placed cluster of twigs, a pair of golden eyes stare back. Gulping, Buck takes a hand from the ladder, and slowly, slowly moves it to his radio, feeling the button give as he tentatively presses the top, hearing the slight squawk of static as the channel opens. “Ugh guys, I think I found our suspect.” Immediately, the leaves around him shudder, as the bright eyes suddenly get much, much closer. “HOOOOO” hoots the owl, the white feathers of its throat puffing up as it leans forward and shouts at the human in its tree. Its head bobs forward as its wings slowly spread, filling the space around it. Buck blanches as the bird puffs up its feathers even more, a wall of bronze and black. “AH!” replies the rather startled human. - Halloween is in full swing and as the veil between worlds thins, things start to go bump in the night. When a jogger is mysteriously injured on a busy street with no witnesses, the 118 are called in to help. Buck, however, discovers their suspect isn't exactly what they had in mind.

Call Me What You Will by ameliahart

Buddie | rated E | 6k | post 8x06 confessions, first time, getting together, Eddie’s couch | 2025

“I knew I was interrupting when I got here,” he continues, gesturing to Eddie’s outfit with one hand while his other creeps up Eddie’s thigh, his thumb brushing along the inside. “But I didn’t realize I was interrupting.” “I was doing Risky Business,” Eddie insists. “C’mon, man. Tom Cruise?” Buck looks utterly delighted, clearly not believing a word coming out of Eddie’s mouth. “Sounds like your business was risky, all right.” “Buck.” “Good thing I didn’t use my key.” “Buck.” *** Yet another continuation of 8x06 where Buck pouts, Eddie feels joy, and they fuck about it.

Cowboy Take Me Away by PixelsMom1990

Buddie | rated T | 6k | getting together, flustered Buck, cowboy Eddie, pining, worried Buck, Texan accent | 2022

Sometimes, Buck forgot that Eddie was from Texas. He’d been in LA for so long that he didn’t really have an accent anymore, except for when he was really sleepy or had a little too much to drink. His vowels would drop, syllables would get a little bit too long and suddenly everyone was “honey” or “baby” or god forbid “darlin’” and Hen would have to scrape Buck off the floor. Literally. Or, Buck is occasionally reminded of Eddie’s roots in Texas and behaves appropriately.

From Your Point of View by MacksDramaticShenanigans

Buddie | rated T | 4k | drunk, first kiss, getting together, coming out, making out, love confessions, sleepy cuddled | 2025

“Hey, Buck,” Eddie not-quite-slurs. It’s a close thing, though. The glass in his hand is his fourth— no, fifth, and wine always hits him so much harder. He’s bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and loose-limbed on the couch, pressed so close to Buck he’s half in his lap. Buck’s got a steadying arm around his waist— couldn’t avoid the draw to touch even if he wanted to. “Hm?” Buck asks, feeling a little buzzy himself. “Buck,” Eddie repeats. “You’re bicyc—bisect— bisexual.” Buck laughs at Eddie’s stumble. Smiles bright, proud, and nods. “I am,” he agrees. “Have you ever—” Eddie’s winestained mouth purses; his brow furrows thoughtfully, “— have you ever thought about me?” He sways forward, widens his eyes purposefully, whispers, “Like, y’know.”

All that you ever wanted from me by stevesconverse

Buddie | rated T | 7,8k | migraines, sick Buck, Eddie takes care of Buck, first kiss, getting together, hurt/comfortz, chronic pain, soft Buddie, Buck has self-esteem issues | 2024

He inspects the way Buck’s face sinks into his pillow, the way his thick arm rests over the comforter, hugging it to his body, the way his brow is still furrowed with tension. God, he’s beautiful. Eddie shudders at the realization. It’s not like he had never given it a thought before, had never caught himself staring at Buck from across the room—but this is different. It’s not just admiration anymore. His heart warms in a way that makes him uncomfortable and unsure of what he’s feeling. Subconsciously, he lets one hand reach out, thumb tenderly smoothing over the creases in Buck’s forehead. It’s almost casual, like it’s not a big deal. Like it’s just something he does, even though this moment is anything but casual. Like he’s not blurring the lines of their relationship right now, like a wave washing over drawings in the sand. or the one where Eddie takes care of Buck when he's being plagued by a bad migraine.

Give me a call if you ever get lonely by loveisawildthing

Buddie | rated E | 21,7k | texting, phone sex, friends with benefits, sharing a bed, getting together, hurt/comfort, fluff | 2024

“What are you wearing?” Buck asks. Eddie’s laugh is sharp and loud, not having expected Buck to say that. “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?” “Eddie. It’s a classic. Tell me.” “What if I said I’ve got nothing on?” Eddie asks, purposely pitching his voice lower. “Hey,” Buck scolds him. “First rule of phone sex: no lying.” “There are rules?” “You are so difficult.” Eddie tells Buck to text him whenever he's thinking of Tommy, so he doesn't have to keep baking. Safe to say, things...escalate.

Wrong bed, Buck! By Ellesworth86

Buddie | rated M | 3k | sleepwalking, sleeping together/sharing a bed, mutual pining, first time, drunken confessions, Buck needs a hug, worried Eddie | 2023

Three times that Buck got into the wrong bed, and one where he found the right one. ---- The first time it happened, Buck was exhausted... Eddie had just gotten comfortable and was feeling himself start to drift off to sleep when his door opened slowly. Groaning, he opened his eyes, and squinting, he watched as Buck silently walked around the bed, pulled back the comforter and climbed in. “Wrong bed, Buck.” Eddie heard himself mumble, still in that drowsy stage, halfway between asleep and awake. “No ‘s’not.” The reply came, just as sleepily. “Right bed...nice and warm...favourite person...” Then a snore as he rolled onto his side, his back to Eddie, who didn’t have either the energy or the heart to argue, so he just curled up on his side and fell back asleep.

I Will Not Ask (and Neither Should You) by buckschewtoy, StupidGenius

Buddie | rated E | 11k | bucktommy break up, jealous Eddie, possessive Eddie, transgender Buck, infidelity/buckfidelity, feelings realization, love confessions, Eddie & Karen friendship | 2024

“Don’t be so heartfelt when I’m trying to be dirty, man.” “Maybe your dirty talk needs a little work.” Eddie laughs. “Because yours is so much better?” Eddie closes the distance, nipping a little on Buck’s lower lip. “Could be.” He murmurs lowly. Buck sighs happily, rolling his hips. His hands slide up to cradle Eddie’s jaw, mouth moving against his. He makes a little hurt sound as Eddie encourages him, and the reality of the situation finally hits him. Buck’s cheating on his boyfriend. With Eddie.

Plant new seeds in the melody by bibuckleyforever

Buddie | rated G | 21,5k | 4 chapters - complete | AU, different first meeting, florist Buck, POV alternating, fluff, no angst, flirting, getting together, soft Buddie, first kiss | 2023

“So,” Hen starts as she sits down next to Eddie on the couch once they’re back at the fire station. “So?” Eddie asks expectantly, putting his phone down from where he had been sending Chris a reminder text to get started on his English essay this weekend. “I saw you flirting with the florist. Scratch that, everyone saw you flirting with the florist.” Eddie raises an eyebrow at her. “Flirting? I was not flirting.” “You were basically drooling over the guy. Not that I blame you, even I could tell he’s gorgeous.” Eddie rolls his eyes and goes back to typing his message to Chris. “Was he? I didn’t even notice.” “Mhm,” Hen says as she watches Eddie tapping at his phone. “He had that nice blonde hair, and those beautiful big brown eyes and–” “Blue,” Eddie corrects before snapping his head up to see Hen smirking at him. His face burns bright red. “Okay, yes, he was attractive. Happy now?” --- Or, Eddie's all but given up on dating when he meets Buck at the scene of a call. Chimney and Hen think of it as a sign from the universe. Buck and Eddie think of it as a chance to finally get the love story they've always wanted.

Drunk accidents (sober decisions) by buddiesmutslut

Buddie | rated E | 7k | s7e5 You Don't Know Me, canon divergent, no bucktommy, getting together, lingerie, possessive Eddie, jealous Buck, Edisol breakup | 2024

Immediately following the coming out scene in the loft, Buck gets a package delivered that he'd ordered one night in a drunken haze. The contents will change the trajectory of his life.

Find My Friends by TazzySnow

Buddie | rated T | 7k | established Buddie, buried alive, Buck whump, kidnapping, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, protective Eddie | 2023

Buck has wondered before what it was like underground when Eddie was buried alive, and the idea of being buried alive gives him the fucking willies for sure, but he's never been afraid of tight spaces. He's an object, a piece of a collection yet to be harvested. The sound of the dirt being piled above him grows more and more muffled until it's gone completely and he lays in silence. --- Buck is buried alive and it's a damn good thing Eddie stalks him on Find My Friends.

By act of grace by hattalove

Buddie | rated T | 10k | getting together, recovery, first kiss, family fluff, pining, dogs, dog dad Eddie | 2022

“Oh,” Greg says, his face falling, “that’s Lucifer.” Buck lets out something between a laugh and a cough. “Lucifer,” he repeats. “It's a long story,” Greg says, tugging on the collar of his polo, his name tag clinking. “He's—not exactly well socialized, and he really, really hates—“ he starts, except he’s interrupted by Eddie’s voice, the first words Buck has heard him say since they dropped Chris off at Hen and Karen's. “Hi,” Eddie says, crouching right under the bright red sign – which, now that Buck’s close enough to read it, says DO NOT PET – and reaching his fingers toward the bars. “—men,” Greg finishes, his voice weak, frozen mid-step like he’s not sure if he should be hauling Eddie away while there’s still time. “He hates men. Usually.” or the one in which healing looks a little like ten pounds of dog with a mean streak.

Midnight by DuoOfDiaz

Buddie | rated T | 126 | established Buddie, drabble, texting, text fic, engaged Buddie | 2025

Written for Buddie Month Week Four: prompt - Midnight

Parabola by semperama

Buddie | rated T | 4,6k | post s8e8 wannabes, getting together, Eddie’s will, angst with a happy ending | 2025

“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” Eddie turns toward him, mouth quirked, brow furrowed, like Buck has just said something sort of silly. Like he’s talking about curses again. “What?” “I mean. Like.” Buck twists his fingers together in his lap and looks down at them. “You need to change it so your parents will be his guardians, right? If something happens to you.” “What?” Eddie says again, and he doesn’t sound amused this time.

What is Love for $2000? By fayevian

Buddie | rated M | 17K | AU, different first meeting, social media, mixed media, humor, light angst, Jeopardy, fluff, smart Buck, famous Buck | 2023

On the screen, the camera pans down as they introduce the contestants. Mary, on her 3rd day winning streak, is a dowdy teacher type. Center stage is occupied by a graying man with loopy handwriting named Auggie. And all the way to the right is… Evan. Damn. --- One night when Eddie can't sleep, he discovers the hottest Jeopardy contestant of all time (objectively). With the "help" of his team and his fairly good working knowledge of Twitter, they devise a plan to get Evan (from Jeopardy) to slide into Eddie's DMs. It works surprisingly well.

The First Day of the Rest of Your Life by lamardeuse

Buddie | rated T | 4k | first kiss, season 6, drunk Buck, angst, emotional hurt Buck | 2022

Three hours after the fertility clinic called him, Buck was in the bar down the street from his apartment getting drunk off his ass.

We'd be so grand at the game by lamardeuse

Buddie | rated E | 12K | practice dating, didn't know they were dating, first kiss, first time, idiots to lovers | 2023

“How are we gonna practice dating if we can't even take the first step?” Three hours later, when he was lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, Eddie would not be able to pinpoint with any certainty what possessed him to say what he said next. All he knew was that at the time, it seemed like the perfect answer, the obvious solution. “We practice on each other.”

Heaven's a thing (I go there when I touch you) by gooseishere

Buddie | not rated | 1k | first kiss, cuddling, love confessions, getting together, fluff | 2023

Buck sighs, “God this is so embarrassing, can I-“ He turns to look Eddie in the eyes. “Can I have a hug?” Part of Eddie wants to laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of Buck being this nervous to ask Eddie for something as simple as a hug. The other part of Eddie wants to tug Buck to his chest and never let go. “Of course, you can. C’mere.” (or, buck and eddie hug. repeatedly)

And I'd do it over and over again by playinginthunderstorms

Buddie | rated E | 4k | post s8e6 confessions, first time | 2025

Gun to his head, Buck honestly doesn't think he could say which one of them made the first move, but somewhere in between the six-pack he'd brought over and whatever was left of a dusty bottle of tequila in the back of a kitchen cupboard, Eddie—beautiful, radiant Eddie, with his pink shirt and tiny underwear—had ended up in his lap, thighs bracketing Buck's, gasping and grinding helplessly into Buck's hips, the most delicious whines spilling out of his mouth and straight onto Buck's tongue, white-hot pleasure spiking through him as potent as the lightning bolt, so he figures he'll at least die happy. (Or, Buck and Eddie hook up at the end of "Confessions".)

It was our place by HisBucky

Buck & Chimney | rated T | 1,5k | introspection, found family, brothers | 2023

Blue eyes instead of brown. Strawberry instead of vanilla. “You’re my brother. You know that. Right?” -:- or the time when Chimney brings Buck to his and Kevin's favorite diner

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Happy 28th! Here is my February 2025 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Wildflower by blueskiesrry / @blueskiesrry (112k)

“You look like a wildflower,” Louis comments, shielding his eyes from the sun, the crinkles near them even more prominent in this light.

“What?” Harry’s words stumble over a surprised laugh.

“With your hair all fluffy like that.”

Harry’s fingers automatically find their way into his hair as he silently curses the humidity out on the water.

“He kind of does, doesn’t he?” Elizabeth adds.

Louis tilts his head to the side, smile softening and blurred around the edges. “Our very own long-stemmed wildflower.”

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or: a 1950s hollywood story spanning half a decade where harry and louis are constantly growing towards, away from, & around each other and everything harry wants are things he can’t have.

Through Eerie Chaos Series by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics (103k)

Through Eerie Chaos (102k) For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead. The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process. Peace In Your Arms (1k) The happily ever after ...

I Could Fall In Love With You by tippitytap / @tippitytap (55k)

If Louis were asked to describe Harry's role in his life, the answer would have always been quite simple: best friend.

Since last year, the answer might have also been: housemate and co-parent to the cats.

What Louis didn't think would ever happen was that the answer would one day change to: the man he was falling deeply in love with.

or: Right at the beginning of a nationwide lockdown might be the worst time to fall in love with your childhood best friend and housemate. But if Louis knew one thing, it was that Harry and he would always find a way through life together.

Carry This Feeling by Awriterwrites, dimpled_halo / @a-writerwrites (49k)

There’s something about Louis Tomlinson that makes Harry feel unhinged. It’s in the other man’s stare, in the way he looks at Harry like he knows he’s hiding something. Like he’s not really all he says he is.

Harry’s not so sure it’s fear he’s feeling. Maybe it’s something deeper. Ever since Louis walked into his house, he’s felt on edge. He’s just being himself after all, and that’s usually enough to get just about anyone to drop their pants. But...it’s clearly not working on Louis Tomlinson. It dredges up something oily and unpleasant inside Harry. He doesn’t like it.

He’s got to lock that shit down tight.

*** Harry knows, objectively, that he shouldn't try to get his ghostwriter into bed. He knows. But...he finds it hard to resist temptation when Louis waltzes into his home and his life and turns everything upside down. And, as it turns out, Louis might just need a little turning upside down too.

Salt in Your Wounds by Halos_Boat / @halohamilton (32k)

Harry and Louis have been with each other since university; together for almost a decade and married for seven years when their marriage starts to take a tumble.

Harry doesn't think there's anything worth saving anymore, so he leaves. Louis doesn't see the use of stopping him, so he let's Harry go.

Beige by blueskiesrry / @blueskiesrry (5k)

Harry finds it hot–he always does–the way Louis is so attentive, but he finds himself more drawn to Niall and Zayn, watching as the two of them whisper softly to one another, having their own conversation in the midst of the larger, group one, one of their hands coming up to run soothingly along the other’s thigh. It reminds him of him and Louis in their early days, so completely enthralled with one another, caught up in the novelty and freshness. There could be twenty people in a room, and he’d only have eyes for one.

He glances at Louis every now and again to see if he notices as well, and Louis watches some, but he mostly watches Harry.

 or: harry and louis are in love on valentine's day. louis pretends he hates it. they host game night for their friends.

Different Than You Do by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry (2k)

Louis and Harry have been friends for a little over four years. Louis has been in love with Harry for most of those years, even if he didn’t want to admit it at first.

What happens when he impulsively decides to tell him?

Don't Call Me Baby by 28sunflowers / @vintageumbroshirt (2k)

A short and cliché roommates AU inspired by To Be So Lonely, where they’re both oblivious to each other’s feelings and Harry gets sad and jealous over nothing. It works out in the end.

Happy Valentine's Day, You Cockroach by allwaswell16 / @allwaswell16 (2k)

Harry Styles, new director of the Milltown Zoo, has a great idea for a Valentine's Day themed fundraiser. For a donation, they'll name cockroaches after people's exes and then feed them to the meerkats on a live stream. He just didn't foresee how many cockroaches would end up with his name...

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Sisterhood

Cersei Lannister x Autistic! Lannister! Reader

Part 4 (?) of the autistic Lannister daughter reader.

CONTENT: Autistic!Reader, usual Westerosi mental health shenanigans, vauge mentions of Joanna's death, potential spoilies for the show (but it came out a decade ago so is it really?).

Lannister warnings

Feat. The High Sparrow, Mace Tyrell and Jaime's need for family therapy.

2.5k (ish)

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Reposted from 10 minutes ago bc of a mutual who wouldn't stop fecking around in the replies (you know who you are).

This was originally a request but I altered what they asked for so much I didn't feel I could attach it to post.

Thank you for your patience as we deal with my procrastination issues and also the fact I have 0 spare time for fanfic atm.

I'll be back in 7 weeks with the next offering, stay safe kids.

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Cersei Lannister is utterly delighted when, at the grand age of thirteen, she is handed a squirming, complaining lump of pink flesh wrapped up in fine blankets. She knows what it is immediately, a baby sister, her baby sister. As much as she loves Jaime, and tolerates Tyrion, there is something appealing about a little girl. To dress up, to play with, to have all to herself- How wonderful it is, to be a sister and a prince’s betrothed. 

She is very lucky, all her friends, and the low noble girls who will be her handmaidens, tell her so. Cersei is beautiful, virtuous and perfect, and you will be too. Your father calls you the angel, and with those wisps of blonde hair around your tiny, pink face and big, impossibly big, eyes, it is hard not to believe.

When Tyrion was born, he was large and bloody, misshaped like a thing made of clay, not a baby. Cersei couldn’t remember the last time she had seen a real baby, like in the paintings of herself and Jaime wrapped in their mother’s embrace, or of illustrations she can’t quite believe are her father and uncles. She goes to Tywin, Septa behind, insisting you must have come from the Gods, not quite understanding the knowing smiles of the adults around her. And life with this new, precious, thing- For that is really what you are as an infant- Is perfect. For a few days, at least.

Joanna dies four days after your birth. Cersei is not fully old enough to understand why, or what exactly has occurred, but she remembers her mother’s pale face, a hand around Tywin’s shoulder. Sometimes, when she recalls it, she thinks she can hear soft harp, even though the room is silent. You take pride of place, of course, in your mother’s arms, Father’s free arm cradling your head. If it weren’t for that lingering smell of rot, and the ever-growing whiteness of your mother’s face, it might be a pleasant scene.

The maester appears, and Cersei is ushered out of the room, new baby sister in tow. She will not see Tywin smile truly for another many years. At least, not without a very little lady accompanying him.

When you go from a lump of flesh to a truly formed person (if very small, and quite plump), Cersei begins to realise just how wonderful it is to have a much younger sister. She is fifteen, and you are an excellent pawn to get Prince Rhaegar to notice her. Rhaegar is soft and gentle, less like a dragon and more like a dog, and he simply adores infants. He has one coming himself, from his new wife, the Dornish princess, but no-one seems to care much about poor Elia, hidden away upstairs. 

One of your earliest memories is sitting by the fountain in the courtyard as Cersei plaits flowers into your hair, Rhaegar coming by to offer her more, and sitting with your tiny self as you attempt to poke the fish. Cersei remembers you wailing every time the dragon prince took your hand to prevent a fish massacre. Your earliest memory, funnily enough, is Tywin taking you line fishing at no older than three or four.

You, as it transpires, turn out to be an excellent bonding point between herself and Rhaegar. Viserys is just about your age, if slightly older, and so it becomes not an uncommon sight to see the older boy taking you places, wandering about with the Hand’s daughter no differently than the common children. Everyone seems to love you; you are good, obedient, quiet. Glances turn to Tyrion, four years your senior. Loud, and brash and already with a decent-sized collection of swear words. It is no wonder you are everyone’s favourite. 

Of course, women in Westeros do not tend to have a very good lot in life. Women are virtuous, women are prizes, and what is a better prize than Tywin Lannister’s eldest daughter? Cersei stays in the Red Keep when Arryn becomes Hand, when she is married off to a man who would rather spend his nights in foreign beds and wrestle hogs than he would with her. Her gaze falls to Jaime, her babes come Lannister-blond, and she wonders what may have become of you under your father’s influence. 

And like most ideas Cersei has, this one falls apart just the same. There is no little blonde maiden, dressed in Lannister colours and paying more attention to her dolls than the court. She expects a lion, and what arrives is little more than a cat.

The next time Cersei properly sees you, you are at least twenty. Her son, her single pride and joy, rules as a tyrant, even she can admit that. Ned Stark is dead, Renly Baratheon is dead, and the idea that you might have grown up into a proper young lady is gone. 

You, a woman of twenty, are attached to your father like an infant. Cersei remembers you as a young child, and cannot honestly find a difference, aside from the obvious developments of womanhood. You are very pretty, but you are not a Lannister: your hair has darkened, your eyes shift, wide and frightened. 

“Go, child,” She doesn’t quite think she’s ever heard Tywin’s voice so plain, so sweet, “go and see your sister, there is work to do.”

So you do, you sit awkwardly between herself and one of her more favourable maidens. Cersei does not speak to you, only occasionally passing you something or half-explaining an inside joke. Something is wrong with you, she can feel it from even a passing glance, but she cannot quite tell what. 

But you are her sister, so it doesn’t really matter what she wants or thinks. Cersei is, for all intents and purposes, as much under the control of Tywin as she was before her marriage, before he abandoned her in the capital; she will never admit it, but she’d do anything he asked. 

Days become months, and months become the better part of years, she hardly speaks to you. Together, at Tywin’s funeral, she watches you recite all of your prayers, leave him coins and jewels on his person, and she realises that the last time the two of you spoke was Joffrey’s wedding day, if she even wants to remember such a tragedy,

“He always liked you better,” She says, motioning to your father. By now, the Septon has already finished his prayers, and Tywin is well and truly moved to the next place, “Never one conversation didn’t have your little name on the end: how sweet you were, how intelligent you were-” Cersei’s tone takes an edge, even if she doesn’t mean it to, “There was nothing any of us could ever do to win his favour- But you? No-one could tear him away from a princess like you.”

And you sit there, letting her say anything that needs to be. Your eyes just as wide, just as still as ever, and it infuriates her. Perhaps she wants you to fight, or to sob and insist you knew nothing of your father’s favouritism, but you say nothing.

“Do you even speak?” Cersei asks eventually, “Or did Father take your tongue with him?”

She wants some retribution, and she gets none. So she slaps you across the face. There is no Tywin to protect you in this instance, but there is Jaime. He marches over, golden hand glistening in the firelight, and takes her by the wrist, gently, into a side room. Mace Tyrell bumbles over to you. You’ll speak to him, apparently, but not to your own sister.

“What was that for?”

Bitter tears come. The very ones that worked so well against any man other than her brother. He has, and always will, see past it. Hands cup her cheeks, and she almost jumps at the cool metal of a prosthetic she still isn’t quite used to.

“She’s not like us-” Jaime says eventually, “It isn’t her fault she’s different.”

This is not the Jaime she remembers. The Jaime with two hands, who would defend her in an instant. Cersei isn’t quite sure where this has come from, what he’s done, or heard. She assumes Tywin spoke to him, in his usual way, some time before his death,

“Father said-”

“Father said-” He has never argued against her before. Not once, not truly, “That she is our responsibility. What else would you do, Cersei? Ship her down to Dorne with Myrcella? Lose the only remnants of Father we have left? Tyrion is gone, Father is dead. I will not let her go anywhere - Besides, Father would haunt us.”

It is too soon to make such jokes. She falls into his arms, much like a princess would in one of her mother’s old fairy stories. For the first time in years, Cersei wants her mother…

Tommen’s ascension to the throne is marked by religion. The High Sparrow (as he insists upon calling himself) creeps from the outskirts of King’s Landing and places himself, quite comfortably, right within the royal family. Cersei feels her son’s following slipping from her control into the world of religion, and she wonders if this is how her father felt when Joffrey began to stray from command.

But Tommen is not her worry, not really. He is her son, but he is too dense to truly be manipulated. A sweet boy, a good boy, but far too young to have any real sense of coercion.  No, her worry is not Tommen, it is you. 

Quiet, obedient little girls, as it turns out, are essentially gold dust to this new group of robins, or sparrows, or whatever idiotic bird-themed name they’ve given to themselves. Especially a quiet, noble girl. She finds you frequently with Cousin Lancel, applying salve to the hideous star carved into his forehead. She imagines you kissing it as well, that you fulfill a mother’s role for him. Not that she’d be surprised. 

It is one of those strange days that she doesn’t quite remember fully. She hasn’t slept well, not that she has been, and she notices her handmaidens are depleting in numbers. To be married, or to become septas, or whatever it is they do with their lives; she isn’t entirely sure. But it is getting colder, definitely, Winter is coming again. 

“But then it turned out he was scared of them-”

It is your voice, definitely, talking about dogs. She has never heard you so utterly in your element, and nor has she heard the burst of laughter that follows. A man’s, an older man’s. For the first time in her life, Cersei hides herself in the shadows, and you walk past on the High Sparrow’s arm. You seem confident, almost at ease, entirely different from the little girl she’s grown to know, and something like jealousy blooms to see you with a strange, old man, rather than her.

“Which I don’t understand, because it was only a little dog-”

“It was well past your waist, and it had a bird in its mouth- His bird.”

Your laugh is something your father would treasure, her father would treasure. But there is something about this interaction that spurs a rage within her. She doesn’t understand how you, the lady who would not speak a word to her own sister, could be so friendly to that old Sparrow. The two of you go down the corridor, and an hour later you are summoned to the Council rooms. 

“He’s nice to me,” She hears you say, brushing one of the king’s cats. What a childish response. “He wants me to become a septa.”

“And- Do you want to be a septa?”

It is Uncle Kevan who speaks, and Cersei is thankful for that. She isn’t sure she has the correct words to voice exactly how she’s feeling. You look up with big, sweet eyes and tilt your head.

“I suppose it’d be nice to wear the same thing every day, I wouldn’t have to worry about laundering.”

The queen beside you scoffs and rolls her eyes, it is a response she has grown used to from you, your dependence on order. It comes from Tywin, he was exactly the same with money and accounts. At least he had a dresser. 

She does not worry about you personally, particularly, and she knows she ought to. She worries that you’re sleeping with that old zealot, and it’ll look bad on the family’s name. It isn’t entirely implausible, not with how the two of you behave with each other; less like a teacher and his mentor, and slightly more like a young couple in love.

You are devastated when Tyrion arrives with half of his new Valyrian army to take you away to some land beyond. She watches you try to convince your new friend to come with you, but he has his mission, and you yours. A High Sparrow does not belong outside of his nest, he says, and Cersei wonders where he thinks a lioness is supposed to go- Not that you could ever be classified as a lioness. 

And that High Sparrow, your friend as you insist, turns on her as soon as you are out of the picture. She is stripped and lashed and shamed, to such an extent she feels her father roll in his grave on particularly quiet nights. Any other woman might understand that this is how you have felt your whole life; alone, afraid, latching onto any connection you manage to pull from the wreckage. But Cersei is not any other woman, and she unleashes fury like no other. Your High Sparrow crashes to the ground in spectacular, green, fashion, and she doubts you will ever find out.

When Cersei is queen in her own right, before she is killed as a tyrant like her son before her, the last she hears of you is a life of adventure on the Iron Islands, chasing about the now-broken Theon Greyjoy under the watch of his uncle: The pious one, not Euron, who is barred from coming anywhere near you, she discovers. And the three of you have, apparently, formed an odd little family, overseen by Balon and monitored by Yara, or Asha, or whatever the girl’s name is.

She never did understand you, but with the family in tatters, she is relieved you are safe. As one less burden on her shoulders, and not out of love, she assures herself. Perhaps one day you will marry Theon and Balon will stop pissing around. Or, more likely, you’ll stay on that bundle of wet rocks, playing about like a child. Less a lion, and more of a leopard seal. 

At least you have a happy ending, even if she is not there to see it.

[ratatattouille]

I love your points @elenasalvatore1 ! You put into words why I haven’t been able to really connect with the two big canon romances (and don’t even get me started on Tonks and Remus lol). I view Ginny as a jock, not in that she’s stupid, but that she enjoys status and popularity and she can be pretty shallow. Of course, she’s also witty and intelligent and anti-bigotry—plenty to love about her—but people imagine her much kinder than she is shown in the books. She made fun of Luna with the other kids and fervently defended Harry using Sectumseptra (or however that’s spelled) on Draco. However, I do think it should be taken into consideration that Draco at the time had tried to Crucio Harry so Ginny’s feelings aren’t entirely misplaced since Crucio is an Unforgivable. I still agree that she didn’t treat Harry’s spell with the weight it deserved, either, and it’s a little interesting to me how people imagine so much depth for this fling when a lot of how it was written was convenient (at least, to me). Ginny’s behavior is very fan-girlish throughout all books. I do think what Harry liked about Ginny had to do with how he associated her with “normalcy” at a time when things were getting so bleak for him. But I do think, that while Ginny was a fan-girl, she didn’t completely dehumanize Harry and had genuine care for him to some extent. For example, the scene in Chamber of Secrets where she tells Draco Harry doesn’t care for fame after Draco teases Harry about Gilderoy. It doesn’t disprove her fan-girlness, but it does show some level of sympathy and understanding for Harry. Ginny definitely cared for Harry. Although one could also interpret that scene as proof of how deified and faultless Harry was to her since CoS Ginny had full-blown limerence for Harry (and self-admittedly throughout the books lol). I also don't think that her telling Harry "you wouldn't be happy unless you were going after Voldemort" was her being self-centred. I believe she meant it as in Harry wouldn't be "satisfied" to run and hide and not defend the people he loves and that was what she (justifiably) loved about him. It was genuine and sweet. I also think her saying "at least Harry won't have time to find another girl" was an attempt on her end to lighten the mood. What Harry likes about Ginny, according to the books, is her pragmatism and lack of drama. She isn't weepy like Cho or "shrill" like Hermione. She's the definition of chill. However, as I've said before and I'm sure you'll agree, none of this "disproves" her limerance regarding Harry and it's shaky foundations for Harry, too. Sure she's level-headed (but so is Hermione a lot of the time, not always but often) and chill, so of course she would appeal to Harry when his whole world is drama at that point. But I agree that it's not love and it's a weird way to develop a romance. At the very least, simply not my cup of tea. I'm just not into it, whether or not there's a narrative thread leading up to it.

I also dislike how Hinny fans claim misogyny whenever Ginny is called shallow or a fan-girl, even if she is outspoken and has spine. She isn’t deep just because she hates pure blood supremacists. She very much has a childish sense of “good guys and bad guys” and doesn’t like being challenged on her views—not when it comes to Fleur or what Harry did to Draco, for example. She’s not open-minded. And she likes having it all. It doesn’t mean she’s bad or isn’t brave. She did fight valiantly in the Ministry and the Battle of Hogwarts. And she did share trauma from those fights with the others. This is kinda where hinny shippers get wiggle room. If she was “just a fangirl” the trauma from fighting at the Ministry should have--theorietically--dissuaded her. One can say that she matured after that fight and found that her feelings for Harry became genuine and less idealistic. But in my opinion, it’s not enough to discount the fan-girl interpretation for Ginny post OoTP, either. She could still very much have an even bigger romanticization of Harry’s heroism. A no-nonsense Ginny that Hinny shippers imagine would have sounded (ironically) more like Hermione. If it wasn’t limerence, I reckon Ginny would’ve been more argumentative with Harry instead of Ron or Hermione. She just takes Harry’s side, which to me dampens what’s so fun about her outgoing, outspoken personality. It’s like she turns into a dollar-store Hermione where her and Harry can only mimic (but never replicate) the level of trust and vulnerability Harry and Hermione have with each other. Hinny is honestly so Netflix drama coded to me 😂 sorry to my hinny moots (it’s all love) ❤️.

My biggest issue with Ronmione is how much Hermione’s independent personality was stunted by the romance. Many Ronmione shippers insist that’s the point! She wasn’t acting like herself because she fell in love with Ron! And it baffles me how that is seen as a win! Ships should not cause character assassination or erasure. The good ones at least. But I don’t see why Hermione would’ve fallen in love with Ron, personally. I see why people like the ship, and I have no doubt Ron and Hermione love each other tremendously. But Harry was the tether between the both of them until the outline called for the romance to begin, lmao. Ron didn’t like hanging out with Hermione alone much in the beginning and a lot of their disagreements weren’t “just banter” but based on genuine difference of worldview and personality. That doesn’t mean they couldn’t fall in love because they were so different, just that a lot of their disagreements had real substance to them. Ron was much more inconsiderate than Hermione. And he had 0 interest, as you said, in the Muggle world. I’m going to go on a limb here and say that it’s not that Ron disliked Hermione, but that he found her boring! Brilliant, but a bore! (Literally the two initial moments he “noticed” Hermione were when she punched Draco—exciting!—and when she was with his favorite celebrity—Krum) And that’s one of the worst things you could be to Ron. Hermione was brilliant, as dear to him as a sister (and he looked after her same as he did for Ginny), but Ron had much more to talk about with Harry, same as Hermione and much richer conversations with Harry than with anyone else in the entire wizarding world. Hermione was like miniature Molly for Ron, and Ron acted a lil territorial over her, which, again, not a fan. Not because it's a moral problem for me, but just because I don't find that stuff romantic. It's realistic insecure teenage boy behaviour and can be enjoyed as that, but it won't get me looking for the ships to pull into harbour. Harry was normal about Hermione. Like completely normal about her in such a nuanced and refreshing way, it's one of the most mature teenage relationships I've ever seen in a YA. There was also so much depth there, especially in regard to what Voldemort meant to both Hermione and Harry.

Same thing for Hermione. I don’t see anything that would make Ron interesting romantically to her. It can’t be the times he’s cared for her—because she’s disregarded his care before (and Harry has also shown lots of consideration for Hermione—more than Ron on many an occasion). Again, there's so little we know about Hermione's home life that I simply don't have a clue as to what she finds so special about Ron for herself as a character. I can't connect the dots. I think Ronmione was just a safe option, IMO. Not illogical, but not well-justified. And it baffles me how people see Ron and Hermione have more chemistry than Harry and Hermione just because of the reactions JKR gave them (“Harry had a monster in his chest!” “Hermione cried when Ron left them”) Doesn’t that just make it more melodramatic and cheap to you? More Netflix-y and forced? Guess not. Also, banter alone isn’t chemistry! Outside of banter and being against Death Eaters and being Harry's friend, Ron and Hermione had nothing in common and had little to no curiosity for those differences.

I also think it needs to be acknowledged that JK Rowling has a slight bias more to her male characters than female characters. On average, most of her more developed characters are male and she employs a lot of negative (borderline misogynistic) stereotypes for her female characters. Regardless of who you ship, Hermione and Ginny's personalities become almost ENTIRELY about their love interests. Most female characters are written to be or sound ridiculous, uppity or catty in these books and the two best girls are no exception. You could argue that this is because the books are written through the POV of Harry, but the stories themselves still give less grace to the female characters. So reading the female characters accurately may mean describing them unfavorably regardless. But that’s opening Pandora’s box for HP fandom so we’ll keep that closed for now. 😃

I don't understand why ppl don't want to understand if a couple fell in love , it's just about simply , purely , truly falling in love not aabout- are they perfect , are they compatible, do they create healthy relationship , someone else was more better for him/her , they deserve better and blah blah blah

They fell in love. True Pure selfless love

THAT'S IT

Yes i am talking about canon ships

[classicintp]

jfc i need to see a therapist

[themyscirah]

Started thinking about the Amanda Waller + Ben Turner relationship again.... fuck, I'm gonna need a minute

[thingsidrawgohere]

Alright. I'm calling it done before it kills me. This is Second Head. It's an Art Book containing instances of the phrase "second head" in fanfics found on AO3. I'll explain much, MUCH more in the cut.

So when I say 'art book', I mean this is an intrinsic piece. I have no motivations aside from personal amusement and interest in outcome. A lot of money was lost/transmuted into free frustration in this project and I have no claims, obviously. I will prolly be the only person alive to read this.

THAT SAID. I have noticed in my years reading fanfic, there's a few linguistic shibboleths that arise in authors who also have experience in the mines. I think there's not a soul alive who hadn't wandered across a 'ministrations' when reading Narutos oral sexing. There's- Hold on. Here's some pix.

There's an impulse, I think, to in-group even when performing a creative act. A feeling that there are certain ways one Should go about the act, by virtue of seeing it performed that way. Especially so when 'training' at the act is often just Doing. Double Dog Especially when the act is exclusively for oneself with very little oversight. Which is to say, we make what we see and we make what we think we should make. At least, at first.

Now, I've been noticing 'grew a second head' (to insinuate surprise) in fanfic for some time. I've never seen it used Outside of fanfic. (Edit to add: I am not making the argument the phrase is from fanfic. Nor do I Believe it is from fanfic. Jesus Hopping Christ, people. That's not what this project is about.) That may speak to my own bad habits but it got me curious. So a friend and myself downloaded a mirror of AO3 from July of 2024. He did some code- Stuff to scan the mirror for "second head" and of the ~13 million works, ~70k (English) results were returned. That's a rounding error, honestly, but Far FAR more than I expected.

This book is 401 such examples that I personally selected for a variety of reasons. The number itself was arbitrarily chosen. Each page is separate fic, the roughly 300 words around our key phrase.

I don't think repetition or mirroring is a negative thing. I think it's quite charming. Nor do I think it's a sign of a 'bad' artist or 'bad' art. I think it's a signifier of personhood, of belonging, of enthusiasm. Of culture shared and wishing to share. I think it's real sweet. I always smile when I catch a 'grown a second head' in a work.

And it's really fucking funny when it's John Sherlock getting a sloppy toppy. Bless.

Edit: Fixed a very VERY funny error.

Edit: I am not making the argument that the phrase is exclusive to fanfic or, fucking forbid, FROM fanfic. I'm stating this Again because we skim here. Also- If you would like slamdunk my ass by stating the phrase predates the Internet or your GenX parents use it, please use 'sailboat' in your comment so I know you're specifically trying to kill me.

Edit Edit: You know what? Fine. I DO think this phrase came from fandom. I think ENGLISH came from fandom. I think YOU came from fandom. I think EVERYTHING came from fandom. The Sun, the Moon, the Seas- Fandom. Specifically Sonic Mpreg. The second head was Shadow the Hedgehog crowning. Congrats!

[kamitv]

Husband!Sukuna who isn’t sensitive, he swears. But when it’s you? He’s still not sensitive. Just… alert, if you will. Tense even. But not sensitive. Affection starved? Perhaps, but he won’t ever say that to you.

Husband!Sukuna doesn’t even realize how much his body longs for your touch. In the beginning of your relationship with him, he used to curse you out for touching him too often but now? Ever so softly would Sukuna relax after a touch from you.

His favorite touches from you come from when you’re half-asleep.

Early in the morning, practically at the crack of dawn, you’d wake up and turn to your grumpy husband. He’s never truly asleep but he often pretends to be, something you’d picked up on a long time ago.

Even so, he’d feel you move around in the bed but what always gets him is you tossing your leg over him and laying half of your body on top of his, your head using his naked chest as a pillow.

Husband!Sukuna swears he hates when you do that—or that’s what he tells you anyway. Then comes your hand, snaking up his chest, feeling every cut and crease of his abs until you reach his neck.

Then your finger is outlining his jawline. That drives him mad, such a soft and faint touch that makes him swallow thickly as he body struggles not to react to you.

He’s not sensitive. But he is tense.

Following those gentle touches is something you'd never dare to do when you're not in your sleep-induced state. You sit up and comfort yourself right on his lap, thighs spread over your husband, who's currently pretending to be asleep.

Though, his false state of rest falters when you get on top of him, your hands pressed so lightly on his chest and your panty-clad cunt resting right over his rising cock. He really was a simple male at heart, despite not showing it or expressing it much, if ever at all.

Eyes cracking open and settling on you, the woman in which he's decided to claim as his wife, your Husband!Sukuna releases a long sigh and his hands begin to move, finding their rightful place on your thighs.

Your skin is so fucking soft in comparison to his own, rough fingers caressing your thighs as Sukuna swears he's dreaming because just who exactly has given you permission to mount him in such a sexual manner?

"Woman," Sukuna grunts out, "Get off me."

A smile, one that he enjoys seeing deep deep deep down inside, graces your tired features and it makes his body freeze up a little, "Husband," You call out mockingly, "Has anyone ever told you how handsome you look while you're sleeping?"

"No." He answers boringly.

You chuckle and it makes his ears twitch, "Are you aware that even in your sleep your brows tense up?" You murmur to the man as you take one finger and bring it up to his brows, poking the space in between them, "Hm?"

His grouchy facial expression doesn't change, "I am now," He replies, voice raspy and making you squirm slightly in his lap, "Are you aware that after being fucked for five hours straight you wake up the next morning annoying me more than normal?"

Your head tilts as you flash him those loving eyes of yours with a grin far too cheerful for these early mornings, "I'm annoying you?"

"Yes." He deadpans.

"Aw," You weigh forward over your husband and plant a sweet kiss right onto the skin of his tatted forehead, "Love you too 'Kuna."

There's this weird chill that shudders throughout his body as your lips press against his skin and he frowns before muttering, "Get off of me."

Your grin widens and you plant a few more pecks of affection all over his aggravated expression, "Mmmmmh, no."

"Insufferable you are, truly." Sukuna sighs and his big hands travel upward along the softness of your thighs, soothing over your legs back and forth in a way that's almost tender.

Your lips meet his jaw and you lick him, to which he kisses his teeth. "You said the same thing during our wedding night I believe," You remind him.

A thick brow of his arches, "And?"

"I think being mean is your love language." You lean back up and stare down at the full glory of your husband.

Ruby red eyes all low up on you, almost as if you were the only thing worth gazing upon, "Mh." He hums.

The look on your face changes a bit as the sun peeking into your bedroom filters around your sleeping space and casts a warm glow against your grumpy husband's features. You run your hands down his tattooed chest again and whisper his name beneath your breath, "Sukuna..."

He glares at you, like always, and his tone is beyond flat, "Woman."

And suddenly you're smiling, "Ryomen."

"Don't," He huffs before rolling his eyes elsewhere. You only ever call him that when you're about to say-

"I love you."

It's quiet for a long awkward moment, as always whenever you utter those three words to him. Husband!Sukuna can't stand it when you say that. It's such a ridiculous thing for humans to say.

So, instead of saying it back, he just grumbles an (attempted) affectionate, "I tolerate you too."

As always, you're left baffled by the difficulty he finds in saying he loves you too, "I-"

"Now get off me, I won't tell you again." Your husband scoffs with this cute, yet still grumpy, scrunch of his nose.

Just staring down at him makes you want to devour him whole. How can this big softy possibly be the king of curses who many fear to much.

Hell, you don't even hesitate to reply to his order with one of your own, "Make me."

Who would expect anything less from the wife of Sukuna Ryomen, of course you don't follow his every command like everyone else, he married you for that reason exactly. "Testing my patience early today, huh?" Sukuna asks, giving you little to no time to reply before he's moving.

Now, sometimes you forget the sheer size difference between you and your husband. Which is completely okay, he's sure to remind you of it within a few seconds as he flips you over onto your back and pins you down onto the bed below.

Pink hair all ruffled, expression as pouty and irritated as always, like some kinda' big cat, and beefy arms pinning you with a force that's so notably gentle you can't help the smile that sparks across your face.

Giggling too, "Hi Ryo'."

He grits his teeth at the sound of that nickname but the corner of his lips twitch, "....Hi wife." Sukuna say begrudgingly. Then... Then comes your full smile. "Don't make that face, you look foolish."

"I'm smiling?" You snort as your brows meet.

He scoffs, "Foolish."

Your hands rise up to his face to cup in your palms, to which he instantly leans into your touch. "It's okay to soften up every now and then, y'know."

His gaze does exactly that and he presses his cheek further against the warmth of your hands, "This is me softening up."

"You do so very poorly," You tell him honestly.

And to your surprise, Sukuna blinks. "Teach me, then."

"Hm?"

He leans down, past your touch, and whispers against your lips, "Teach me to be soft." He says lovingly before kissing you.

You merely melt into the connection of his lips to yours. Your arms loop around his neck and you hold him close as you pry from him to whisper right back, "It's not hard, just... talk nicer to me."

His eyes narrow skeptically, "Is that truly what you want?"

"I wouldn't mind it, yes." You taunt with a little shrug.

With a heavy sigh, Sukuna repositions his large body in between your legs, "Just for now then."

You look down and scoff lightly, "Hm?"

"I'll be 'soft" while you rid me of this," He continues, pressing the large curve of his hardened cock right against your flimsy panties.

Your eyebrows shoot up and your lashes bat at his words, "Oh, so you're gonna talk me through it for once?"

Sukuna draws his hips back just a little, only to rock the forwards against your warm clothed cunt seconds latter, chuckling cockily, "Don't I always?"

Your lips pull into a thin line, as best as you can, while you glare up at him, "No, you curse me through it."

"You enjoy it," He says with a shrug., working up that delicious friction between his body and yours.

Your gaze wonders elsewhere for a mere moment as you allow your legs to then wrap around his waist and encourage his grind against you. Then, with parted lips and a shaky sigh, "Yes, but it'd be nice for you to talk nicer to me sometimes."

"Mhm," Sukuna nods genuinely. Surely, whatever his wife desires of him... he'll be sure to put forth his best effort in satisfying said desire, "I will try. Now, let's get all this off of you..."

[lacydollette]

after bf!rafe surprises doll!reader by buzzing off his hair, she can't keep her hands to herself, feeling extremely horny whenever she looks at him

warnings: rafe x fem!reader, pure smut, praise, little degradation, making out, tit sucking, oral (fem receiving), face riding, explicit language, 18+

You lay sprawled on the lounger at tannyhill, sipping iced coffee, and scrolling lazily through your phone while tanning. You knew Rafe was up early today and had been out running errands for Ward, but he'd been gone for hours, and you were really starting to miss him. Just as you were considering calling him, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. You perked up, stretching lazily "About time, ray! How dare you keep me waiting so long.”

But when Rafe stepped into the room, you froze. Your mouth fell open slightly, sunglasses sliding down your nose as you took in the sight of him. His hair—his perfectly tousled, dirty-blond hair was gone. Completely buzzed down to almost nothing.

The sharp angles of his jawline, the slope of his cheekbones, and his ocean-blue eyes were suddenly the stars of the show, all of his features more prominent than ever. "Holy shit," you muttered, standing up slowly. Rafe smirked, trying to play it cool as he tossed his keys onto the counter. "What? You don't like it?"

"Are you kidding me?" You gasped, crossing the room in a daze. Your fingers reached out instinctively, brushing over the soft, short stubble of his buzzed hair. "You look... different." His grin widened as your hand lingered on his head while his found the curve of your ass. "Different good or different bad?"

You teasingly bit your lip, "Good," eyes locked on his. "Really, really good." Your fingers drifted down to his jaw, and you tilted your head, studying him like he was a work of art. "It makes your eyes pop even more. God, Rafe, why didn't you do this sooner?" He chuckled, taking your wrist and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. "Didn't know I needed your approval to change things up."

"You don't," you said quickly. "But, wow. Like, really, wow." Rafe’s ego was definitely fueled by your words, your approval meaning everything to him.

Everything else passed in a blur, but you couldn't keep your eyes, or your hands, off of your boyfriend. Every time he passed by, you reached out to touch his head or his face, not believing how effortlessly handsome he looked, stealing kisses amost every minute. And Rafe—well let’s face it. He absolutely loved it.

A little later, you were curled up on one end of the couch, watching Rafe as he sat on the other. He was sprawled out, completely manspreading right infront of you. Fucking tease. His phone was in his hand, and he looked completely absorbed in whatever he was doing. His jaw clenched slightly as he concentrated, his brows furrowing just enough to make him look impossibly sexy.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Without an ounce of hesitation, you jumped up and crawled over to him, grabbing his phone and tossing it onto the cushion beside him. "Hey, what the-" Rafe started, but his words were cut off as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Your hands were on his face in an instant, lips crashing against his in a heated kiss.

Rafe froze for half a second before groaning against your mouth, his hands sliding up your plush thighs to grip your waist. "You're killing me, Rafe," you murmured breathlessly between kisses, your fingers threading through the short stubble of his buzzed hair. "You look so fucking good. I can't even think straight."

"Yeah?" he rasped, his voice low and teasing. "Is that why you're humping my leg like a bitch in heat right now?" You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes dark with desire. "Shut up," you whispered, kissing him again.

Rafe growled against your lips as the kiss deepened, both of you losing yourselves in the heat of the moment. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest, your red nails scraping lightly against the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him. His hands were just as eager, gripping your hips firmly, pulling you flush against him as your bodies rubbed against each other.

"Doll," he murmured against your mouth, his voice low and full of want. Without warning, Rafe's hands slid under your thighs, gripping you firmly as he stood up in one fluid motion, taking you with him. You gasped, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you toward his bedroom. "You're not playing fair," you teased, breathless, as your arms looped around his neck. "Fair's overrated," Rafe shot back, smirking as he kicked the door shut behind him.

He tossed you onto his bed, your hair splaying out across his pillows as you landed with a soft gasp. Before you could say a word, he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing his toned chest and making your heart race even faster. He was on you in seconds, his hands braced on either side as he hovered over you, his ocean-blue eyes dark with hunger.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again. Your hands roamed over his bare chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle and pressing against his warm skin. You arched into him, your body craving every bit of contact you could get. His lips moved down to your neck, nipping and sucking just enough to leave faint marks.

As his hands slid under your top, pulling it up and over your head, you let out a soft whimper, desire building with every touch. Rafe pulled back slightly, his gaze raking over you, taking in the sight of your perky tits. You were perfect. He immediately leaned in, capturing one of your nipples between his lips. You tugged him closer, nails digging into his shoulders as you whimpered out, "I need you, Rafe."

His breath hitched at the raw need in your voice, his hands sliding down your sides as he licked and sucked all over your chest, his touch leaving your cunt aching for him. "Tell me what you want," he said against your skin, rough and low. You pressed your head into the pillow, biting down on your bottom lip, "I want to sit on your face."

Rafe froze for half a second before a devilish grin spread across his lips. "Yeah?" he said, his voice laced with amusement and excitement. You nodded eagerly, licking your lips as you looked up at him with anticipation. "Whatever you want, Doll," he said, his voice dropping even lower as he leaned back, settling himself against the pillows and pulling you with him “Come here."

Your pulse raced as you straddled his chest, hands braced on his shoulders as you hovered over him. Rafe's hands slid up your thighs, his digits pulling the soft lace of your soaked panties to the side. "Shit—you’re drippin’, baby.” he murmured, his blue eyes locked on your as you positioned yourself over him.

Rafe’s hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he kissed your inner thighs, his touch sending sparks through your entire body. You threw your head back, a soft moan escaping your lips at Rafe's teasing. He didn’t waste anymore time though, his tongue lapping through your wet folds, leaving you gasping for air.

“Such a sweet fucking pussy.” he mumbled quietly, his hot breath against your core sent shivers down your spine. You gripped the headboard for balance, head tilted back, a soft cry escaping your lips as you shuddered against him.

"ray—oh my god," you whimpered, voice shaky as you rutted your soaking cunt against him, his lips wrapping around your sensitive nub, sucking and circling his tongue as if his life depended on it. Your fingers instinctively drifted to his buzz cut, the soft, bristly feel of it only adding to your overwhelming senses. You couldn't stop touching it, letting your nails lightly scrape across his scalp as you rocked against him.

"That.." you breathed, voice trembling, "feels so fucking good." The sound of your voice, so needy and desperate, only spurred him on. His grip on you tightened, helping to drag your cunt against his tongue. “you’re gonna make a mess for me, baby?” he groaned, his blue eyes looking up at you from between your legs. You nodded hastily, the band in your lower stomach about to snap as Rafe moaned against your clit. within moments, you fell apart completely, body trembling as you released all over him, moaning out his name.

You were panting as Rafe lapped up your juices, overstimulating your poor cunt as your legs trembled, “Shit.” Carefully sliding off of him, you leaned down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. Your hands found his head again, fingers stroking the soft buzz as your body pressed close to his. "You really can't stop touching it, huh?" he teased, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. You grinned, cheeks still flushed from your orgasm. "Can you blame me? You look so good, rafey. It's actually insane."

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. "If l'd known buzzing my head would make you act like a needy little slut, I would've done it a long time ago." You rolled your eyes, yet you couldn’t help the tingling sensation in between your legs. "I'm serious," he murmured, smirking. "I'm definitely keeping it now. If this is what I get, l'm never growing it out again."

"You better not," you teased back. Rafe let out a low chuckle, but his amusement faded quickly as your lips attached themselves to his jawline, your eagerness reawakening. Your teeth grazed his neck before you pulled back to meet his gaze. "I want more, Rafe." His blue eyes darkened, and a cocky smirk spread across his lips.

"You want more, huh? Still can’t get enough of that shit?"

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