#xx symphony fics

[zerooup]

Hello hi! [two posts wow]

I made chapter two of my little! alastor fic!

Hope you enjoy!

[cinnabunwanda]

kinktober day two - don't tell my sister, please billy Loomis !wxm!

summary

-> Billy enters a dark room and notices Yn lying in her bed, captivated by her soft moans. He stays, mesmerized by the intimate moment between them.

⚠︎ disclaimer; this is 18+, so mdni.. I will be keeping an aye out on everything but again I dont care if you read this and you are underage you are the only one responsible for reading shit you aren't supposed too.

content warnings - horror movie, sex toys, oral sex, mentions of cheating, cheating

pairing - young!billyloomis x young!reader (please note that consent was given!)

word count - 1197

authors note - welcome to the first kinktober, please be kind to me! if you have a request please send them in I know that my requests are closed for normal fics but!!! I will open them for KINKTOBER REQUESTS ONLY! anyways please enjoy and let me know what you think xx

The relentless drum of rain against the windows created a symphony of chaos and despair. I huddled on the couch, my arms wrapped tightly around a pillow in a desperate attempt to shield myself from the weird horror movie that was on the tv.

Across from me, Sidney sat motionless, her gaze fixated on the movie playing on the tv. But my mind was elsewhere, consumed by haunting thoughts and fears that seemed to suffocate me. Suddenly, she announced her departure, leaving me alone in the dark and empty house. The sound of her door shutting echoed through the silence, amplifying my sense of isolation and abandonment.

As I tried to distract myself with the movie, my heart raced and my breaths came in jagged gasps. Each passing minute dragged on like an eternity, each scene dripping with tension and dread. And when the credits finally rolled, I was left trembling in the aftermath of my own internal storm, feeling small and vulnerable in the face of overwhelming emotions.

I switched off the television and made my way up the stairs to my room, passing by Sidney's room where I could hear the sound of her TV still blaring. Rolling my eyes, I entered my own room, shutting the door with a thud behind me. Leaning heavily against the door, I took a deep breath and gazed out the window at the storm raging outside.

The rain pounded against the glass in a relentless assault, matching the tumultuous emotions swirling inside of me. It was as though Mother Nature herself was expressing my inner turmoil.

With each step, my feet sank into the plush carpeting of my bedroom. The soft glow of moonlight peeked through the curtains, casting shadows on the floor. I slowly undressed, letting my pants fall to the ground with a soft thud. Goosebumps prickled across my skin as I climbed into bed, wearing only a tight-fitting tank top and underwear.

The cool sheets enveloped me and I let out a content sigh, feeling completely at ease in my own skin.  My hand darted to my side, fumbling for my phone as it buzzed with a message. With a glance at the screen, I saw that one of my closest friends, Stu, had reached out. A warmth spread through me at the thought of him. His message read, ‘hey yn, I was just thinking about you.

I found this and thought you could wear it for me’, accompanied by a photo of a lingerie set that was both sexy and form fitting. The delicate fabric was a soft and alluring baby pink, creating an immediate giggle to bubble up from deep within me. My mind wandered to images of how it would look on me, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of wearing it for him.

I set my phone aside and reached down into my panties, my fingers trailing over the warm, sensitive skin. With a small sigh, I retrieved my hand and opened the top drawer of my bedside table. My hand closed around the familiar shape of my purple dildo, its smooth surface cool against my palm. As I pulled back the covers to remove my panties, anticipation coiled in my stomach.

The room was dimly lit by moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting shadows across my skin as I discarded my underwear onto the floor with a small thud. The air was thick with desire as I settled back against the pillows and reached for my toy, eager to lose myself in pleasure once again.

With a trembling hand, I placed the toy between my legs, feeling its smooth surface against my skin. Slowly, I pushed it in, relishing the sensation as it filled me. A small whimper escaped my lips, fueled by a wave of pleasure. My body arched and trembled with each movement, lost in the intense sensation of the toy inside me. 

With a feverish desperation, I thrust the toy into my heated core. My moans echoed off the walls of my bedroom, filling the empty space with a symphony of pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp knock on my window shattered the moment. Frantically, I set the toy aside and scrambled out of bed, not even bothering to cover myself from the waist down.

As I opened the window, expecting to see a curious neighbor or maybe even a prankster, I was instead met with the familiar face of Billy. Startled, I let out a string of curses before managing to compose myself. "What the hell are you doing here, Billy?" I demanded, trying to conceal my embarrassment. With an easy grin, he shrugged and climbed through the window into my room.

"I thought I'd pay you a surprise visit," he said nonchalantly, his eyes scanning down my nearly naked body. Heat rose to my cheeks as I realized just how exposed I was in front of him.

"May I?" he asks, his voice low and husky. I nod eagerly, giving my approval. He gently lifts me up and carries me to the bed, laying me down on the soft sheets. My heart races with anticipation as he positions himself between my legs, lifting them up so that my feet rest flat on the edge of the bed.

He kneels in front of me, his head level with my most intimate parts. The heat of his breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine as he moves closer. And then I feel his tongue, hot and wet, tracing a path up and down my center, sending waves of pleasure through me. 

As soon as his tongue touched me, a wave of ecstasy rushed through my body. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before - soft yet intense, gentle yet consuming. My moans echoed off the walls of the room, filling it with the sound of pleasure and desire.

It didn't take long for me to reach my peak, my body responding eagerly to his skilled touch. And when I did, it was like fireworks exploding inside me, every nerve ending coming alive at once. My release spread through my body like a wildfire, and I couldn't help but arch my back and cry out in pure bliss. As I came down from my high, I could still feel his tongue on me, still working its magic. It was an experience that felt like heaven itself, and I knew I would never forget it.

As he stood back up, his strong grip pulled me off the bed until I was standing face to face with him. His lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he leaned in closer. "You taste even better than I imagined," he whispered huskily. My heart fluttered at the compliment, but my smile quickly faded as I remembered the consequences of our actions. Panic set in as I pleaded.

"Please, don't tell Sidney." He grinned mischievously and assured me that this would be our little secret, his warm breath tickling my ear. The weight of guilt settled on my chest, but in that moment, all I could focus on was the rush of desire coursing through my veins

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[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of A/B/O fics with touch deprivation! If you enjoy our rec lists and want them to continue, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

1) Get Nesting & Soft Knots | General Audiences | 5,714 words

Note: It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU where Omega Louis who runs a nesting materials Youtube channel meets Alpha Harry who knits his own blankets.

2) Every Time We Touch | General Audiences | 5,806 words

Note: It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis laughed when he heard the term professional cuddler for the first time. His doctor let Louis laugh and then explained the purpose behind the profession and how it could help Louis. It took a few weeks but Louis finally scheduled an appointment, now all he had to do was leave his car and walk into the house.

3) Tearing Me Apart | Not Rated | 6,079 words

Louis knew his heart was breaking and there was nothing he could do about it. He knew the day his best friend finally presented as an Alpha that he was his alpha but Harry kept breaking his heart. He kept bringing random omegas into their shared apartment and Louis just cried each night with a hand over his mouth to stifle the noise. His touch deprivation was getting bad but his alpha didn't know.

4) Everything Comes Back To You | Explicit | 8,643 words

Harry and Louis are childhood best friends. What happens when Harry has to move towns just as they are starting their secondary gender presentations? What happens when fate brings them back together years later in the most unexpected of ways?

5) Night Out | Explicit | 9,741 words

Note: This fic is the prequel to fic #xx on this list. It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Symphony hall was the first place Louis had felt at home in this city, and he always had the box to himself. Until tonight. Symphony hall was the first place Louis had felt at home in this city, and he always had the box to himself. Until tonight.

6) Unfortunate Fortunes | Not Rated | 9,793 words

There are three stages of touch deprivation. Stage one is very mild, stage two leads to itchy skin and restless nights, but stage three is the worst. Omegas with stage three touch deprivation, rarely survive because the only cure for it is finding your true mate. Louis Tomlinson is an omega with stage three touch deprivation and Harry Styles is his new alpha neighbour who also happens to be a famous boxer-not that Louis knows.

7) Breathe Me In, Breathe Me Out | General Audiences | 14,263 words

Louis is drawn into a quaint candle shop in his desire to find ways to soothe himself while struggling with touch depri. It takes him two more run-ins and with the lovely alpha sales assistant, and a drop, to figure out the source of the scent that imprints upon him and calms his omega. Idiots to lovers.

8) Just Let Me | Explicit | 14,714 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.

9) Captain Cupid | Not Rated | 15,331 words

“Right,” Niall started, finally getting the opportunity to unleash his horrible plan. “Well, as you both know, I’m an excellent matchmaker. A human Cupid. The best of the best at finding one's mate. And I’ve decided it’s time to make money doing it.” “Oh, God no,” Louis groaned, picking up his empty plate and placing it in the sink. He needed to escape as quickly as possible. Or the one where Niall enlists his friends to help start a speed dating side hustle. Things don't go as planned... or maybe they do?

10) Your Touch Is The Only Thing I Feel | Mature | 15,979 words

Liam. Liam was finally here. Louis kept his eyes closed and cuddled farther into Liam’s side, revelling in the pheromones Louis’ body desperately needed. He wasn’t sure how long Liam had been holding him, but Louis figured it had to have been at least an hour by the way his body had loosened. The need of an alpha’s touch seemed to have been temporarily lifted from his mind. Louis listened to the sounds of the pub around him. It was louder than before he had fallen asleep and he briefly wondered why Liam hadn’t just woken him to go back to their flat. “Who the fuck are you?” Louis’ eyes flew open at the sound of Niall’s voice, and the arm that had been around Louis shoulders lifted in the same instant. He missed the warmth immediately. Louis looked from Niall’s stormy face over to the person who was definitely not Liam. The alpha Liam impersonator, who smelled a lot better than the actual Liam now that Louis was alert, looked back at Louis with wide eyes and familiar furrowed brows.

11) Etched In Salt (Is A Cathedral Of The World) | Explicit | 24,417 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he's stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is. Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he's stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is.

12) You Go Undercover (You Cross Your Fingers) | Explicit | 25,815 words

Louis didn’t think that motherhood would be easy, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for just how challenging it would be. He also wasn't prepared for a certain alpha called Harry appearing each time he needs help until accepting is no longer a difficult thing to do.

13) Dont Know Its Lost Til You Find It | Explicit | 30,614 words

Maybe it’ll be better this way. Maybe Louis just needs to distance himself, get over his crush so Harry doesn’t have to worry about his obsessive friend who feels too much and says too little. He wonders what this girl is like. What she looks like, what conversations they had to make Harry fall for her in three days. If maybe she’s just stellar in bed. If she smells like heaven or if it’s just the fact she’s a girl. He wonders and wonders, resists the temptation to stare at the alpha, and gets exactly no work done.

14) Compass To My Soul | Teen & Up | 31,439 words

Harry Styles, alpha, is 1/4 of the perfect pack, and 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time touring the world with his best friends and family. Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

15) Here, And Where You Are. | General Audiences | 32,852 words

In a world where astrology is real and advanced, Harry finds out that Louis is his soulmate. The catch? Louis’s at the heart of a protest for omega/soulmate rights against the very case Harry is representing at court. Before they pass each other too many times, the universe takes it upon themselves to make them meet.

16) Too Young To Know | Mature | 35,412 words

Louis blinked awake and quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. This was the second morning in a row he had woken up after dreaming about Harry. “Babe, what’s wrong?” Eric asked as he held Louis tighter in his arms. Louis liked being the little spoon, except for when he’d rather be holding someone else. Which were the past two days.

17) Picking Up The Pieces | Explicit | 37,607 words

Louis returns to his hometown for the first time in ten years for his high school reunion and is faced with memories he’s long since tried to forget.

18) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41,041 words

Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

19) All I Want For Christmas Is You | Not Rated | 43,248 words

A Christmas AU in which a soft alpha with gorgeous green eyes and an even prettier smile moves into Louis' apartment complex and turns the omega's world upside down during his most favourite time of the year - featuring christmas decorating, christmas markets, cookies in the making, and copious amounts of mulled wine (and kisses).

20) Your Touch Shouldn't Make Me Feel Like This | Explicit | 48,883 words

Uni AU in which Alpha Harry has been in love with his omega friend for the longest time and one motorbike trip to the countryside with Louis made him realize that he could no longer hold back his feelings.

21) Hold On To Your Heart | Explicit | 54,183 words

The Proposal AU, where Louis is the no-nonsense editor in chief of one of the largest publishing houses in the country, and Harry is the unlucky assistant that gets roped into a fake engagement to prevent his boss from being deported. Things don't go as planned.

22) Your Gift is Wasted On Me | Not Rated | 54,472 words

Omega Louis has severe touch deprivation and is averse to touch. But he’s fine. Really. Alpha Harry is the new neighbor who loves to bake cookies and is very curious about the omega across the hall.

23) Lost & Found In Oblivion | Explicit | 74,779 words

Omega Louis decided to hire an alpha for his heat to ease his touch deprivation, but little did he know everything would grow into so much more.

24) Invisible String | Explicit | 84,911 words

Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car. This strange alpha also happens to be the most beautiful being Louis has laid his eyes on. For some unknown reason, the omega feels safe around the alpha. It might seem strange, but you can't always explain why or how things are the way they are. All you can really be sure of is that they happen for a reason. There's a higher power (call it what you want) that knows better and definitely knows more than you do.

25) Saving Symphony Hall | Explicit | 124,766 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to fic #xx on this list. It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.” “Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.” “Wait, what?” Zayn asked. “Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,” “What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand. “I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.” “That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

26) The Longer the Waiting the Sweeter the Kiss (It's Better My Darlin' I Promise You This) | Explicit | 160,589 words

It all started with a letter from his grandmother's Executor of the Estate. His life had been just fine in New York, he'd had a great internship, more friends than he knew what to do with, and a powerful family name to provide a million opportunities for him. But the minute he'd received that letter a desire for more was born. That was how he wound up here, stranded on the side of a dusty old road with a broken down car and a carry-on full of dreams.

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[bradshawed]

Saltwater and the Stars Above.

summary — meet the family xx

warnings/tags — female reader, use of she/her pronouns and y/n, nothing too descriptive about the reader, fluff, mentions of family members who have passed away, changes from 3rd to 2nd person, dogfight football, the slightest bit of hangster/sereshaw if you squint. @waklman *gives you the biggest smooch* ily <3

note — a short and sweet next generation tg:m fic that I hope you all fall in love with. i’d love to have added some more of their banter especially with the introductions so you can see how they all fit together but I started writing and it ended up being a lot softer which I have no complaints about. hopefully I get to turn this into a series of sorts so you all get to see more from them! love you all xx

word count — 1.1k words

The Texan sky had never looked brighter cuddling in the back of Lucas Bradley Seresin’s pick-up truck, the stars shining down on the couple, twinkling as if to almost wink at a secret they didn’t know yet.

They revelled in the silence of the night, listening to the sounds of the crickets chirping in the background, one they’ve both missed from the hustle and bustle of college.

It was different from what Y/n was used to, but a good different nonetheless, and one she wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.

“Come with me?” The couple had been spending their last moments together before Lucas headed off to Miramar for the summer to visit his extended family who were all permanently stationed at the naval air base there along with his father.

Y/n shifted onto her side to look at him as he turned to face her, tucking a stray hair behind her ear and placing a kiss to the crease between her eyebrows. “I can hear you thinking from here, talk to me darlin’ what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Along with most things, Lucas had also inherited his Southern charm from his father (don’t tell his uncle Bradley that, he claims to be the only source behind Lu’s charisma and manners).

“I want you there. And if you’re worrying if they’ll like you or not, I promise they will.” She opened her mouth in protest before Lucas continued with, “You’ve already met my dad, and all our biological family on his side, and they all love you, maybe even more than me. And we went to visit mum.. I know she would’ve loved you.” Their eyes softened at the mention of his mother, Y/n placing a gentle peck to his lips, “The guys and Phoe will adore you just as much, if not even more.” She smiled softly, chuckling and groaning playfully at his puppy eyes and the small please at the end, definitely inherited from Bradley. “I’d love to meet them.” His green eyes lit up, a couple of disbelieving “really’s” leaving his lips before they were on every inch of Y/n’s face causing her to erupt into a symphony of giggles.

The smell of salt water brought back a wave of memories as they flew down the remaining roads, only a couple of miles away from the Hard Deck where they’d all decided to meet up. Lucas glanced over at his girlfriend, her hair dancing in the breeze from the open windows of his truck, wide smiles on both their faces as he squeezed her hand three times.

The couple made their way to the bar hand in hand, his thumb drawing slow circles into the back of her palm to ease her anxiety. The Hard Deck was blooming with life as they walked in, laughter echoing from every inch and out into the ocean from the open patio doors. A man with glasses and a soft smile on his face, who she assumed was Bob from the many stories she’d heard from both Seresin’s, noticed them first and moved to notify Jake. The blonde passed his pool cue to the man before moving towards the door to greet the couple, arms wrapping around them both in a hug. It helped ease her tension tenfold, warmly greeting the man, as he moved between them, wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders to guide them towards group for introductions.

It was inevitable with the open patio doors overlooking the beach and the ocean, that they’d end up playing dogfight football, Y/n being dragged into a couple rounds on the opposite team to Lucas, something about Payback and Fanboy claiming it was an unfair advantage to pair the couple up.

With her aviators barely shielding the hot Californian sun, Y/n decided to step out to help Penny and Javy’s wife with the food and drinks. Unbeknownst to Y/n, Bradley had also stepped out after her, which elicited multiple complaints from most of the aviators as he made his way towards the bar. Jake placed a reassuring hand on his son’s back, stopping him from joining them, a knowing look twinkling in his eyes.

“Here, let me help you with that.” The girl almost dropped the cooler in surprise as he easily grabbed it from her and began to make his way back outside to where they’d decided to set up lunch. She moved to help Penny with anything else she may need but paused when Rooster spoke, “Walk with me?”

The waves crashing against the shoreline made up for the peaceful silence. It hadn’t been as scary as she’d originally thought and there was a sort of calmness between them as she studied him, recognising some of Lucas’ mannerisms from Bradley.

“I’m happy he’s got you, you know?” He paused for a moment, considering what to say, “That they’ve both got you. They’re lucky to have you.” They both studied the sun reflecting off the waves. “I’m lucky to have them too, just as they’re lucky to have you.”

“My parents they, well Jake’s probably told you, but they passed away when I was younger and I guess family never really felt like anything until I met them, and all of you, so thank you.”

Bradley paused his movements, he knew exactly how you felt and was overcome with the sudden urge to take you under his wing. He always struggled talking about his parents and although that had gotten better over time, it had never felt as easy as it had now, telling you, but also telling you that everything was going to be okay, that they were up there in the skies looking down on you, that all those rowdy aviators on the beach were just as much as your family as anyone else’s and they were happy to have you as a part of theirs. Bradley had never meant or believed in anything more than what he told you then on the beach, wrapping you in a hug as you both struggled to hold back your tears, walking back towards the group with huge smiles on your faces, cracking jokes, feeling just that little bit lighter.

Lucas cupped your face in his hands, turning it over and checking if you were okay as you let out a stream of giggles, pecking him on the lips with promises that you’ll tell him later as you pulled him to the table. You took a glance backwards, seeing Jake nod at Bradley with an understanding look, slapping him on the shoulder as they made their way over.

There, seated at the table, they were your family now and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[mitchelljoni]

fyi, your rhaenicent fic is so perfect and alive, its actually taken me down such an enriching spiral? like, i'm watching orchestras on yt to see what you're describing and discovering mahler symphonies for the first time ever, looking up certain terms, rewatching tár and studying nina hoss' character to see what a concertmaster does and looks like so i can envision alicent more clearly...man, its been a really great rabbit hole to go down, so cheers for the inspiration! xx

YOOO what an honour omg! im sooo pro people falling down this rabbit hole, im cheering and clapping and hollering for more people being crazy about classical music :) hope you continue to enjoy the fic <3

[cowboyb1ues]

idk if you're taking request but if you want for the future: can you write something fluffy about drunk mason? you're maybe picking him up from a party or something and he's rambling about the future and how he wants to marry you etc and it's just really cute and fluffy and then the next morning you're teasin him but he's like ''drunk words, sober thoughts''. I LOVE your writing! xx

Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

A fic about Mason being drunk and in love with his girlfriend. Idk if this is what you had in mind but i hope you like it nonetheless dear anon <3 ik the title is long but it seemed very fitting for this fic so sue me idc

also the second appearance of Beau <3

also also my silly little brain has had a tough time lately so i feel like this ended up kinda rushed but it’s here nevertheless

Mason Mount x fem!reader (4.2k)

My masterlist :)

The sound of a familiar yet unwelcome ringing pried you from your slumber, eyes shut and body heavy as you tried to locate the source of the intruding noise.

You opened your eyes a little, the bedroom you remember having fallen asleep in only hours ago basked in nothing but darkness and the slightest inch of moonlight that was flickering in through the closed windows.

It took all you had to raise your head from the fluffy pillow, the softness of the material acting as a magnet to your sleep flushed cheeks. You turned around to face the nightstand where the intrucing sound was still blaring from and started a blind search for your phone.

You felt your hand slip over your book before it finally landed on your vibrating phone next to it.

You closed your eyes when you had tapped on the small green accept button and brought it up to your ear after laying your head back down on the cloud.

“Babe!” was the first sound you heard yelled through the small device, making you cringe away from the sheer volume of your boyfriend’s boisterous voice. “Babe can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear,” you said through a yawn, your free arm coming up to cover your mouth.

“What?!” He called through the phone again and you could hear the blasting music in the background, loud laughter and booming voices in a symphony that was anything but pleasant in the early hours in the morning.   

“I hear you loud and clear!” You called back through the phone, your own voice raising the tiniest amount and even with your eyes closed you could practically see the Golden Retriever laying at the foot of the bed turning his head to sleepily inspect the sudden noise.

“Good!” he called back and you could hear him shuffling through the crowds to presumably get to a place where you could have a conversation without the need to shout through the phone. 

“Hi baby,” you heard him say after the slam of a heavy door, and you could almost see the rose flush of his cheeks and the soft blurriness of his heavy eyes with his hair pushed down onto his forehead as it always tended to be when he had even the slightest bit of alcohol in his system.

“Hey honey,” you said back and sat, opening your eyes to see Beau look at you with curious eyes from the end of the bed. “You ready to be picked up?”

Instead of an answer you heard him let out a hiccup, a laugh emitting from your lips.

“I take that as a yes,” you mumbled to yourself rather than to him as you lifted yourself from the bed after turning on the light on your bedside table to quickly grab some clothes to throw on.

“Yes please,” he said followed by another hiccup, the sleepiness clear in his voice.

“Are you still at the same club as earlier?” you asked after putting the phone on speaker so you could change into a hoodie and a pair of leggings without losing him.

“Yeah,” he said, “but I’ve lost Ben.”

You furrowed your brows as you pulled the hoodie over your head, confusion clouding your mind.

“You lost Ben?” you questioned while pulling the dark material of your leggings up your legs. You grabbed your phone and left the bedroom with the night light still shining so you didn’t have to fumble around in the dark when you returned home later with your boyfriend clinging onto you for dear life.

“Yeah,” he sighed and you could picture him rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm.

“How do you lose a Ben?” you laughed as you coaxed Beau out of the bedroom so you could close the door and descend the short flight of stairs.

The rest of the house was just as dark and silent as the bedroom had been before it had been disrupted by your boyfriend calling to be picked up from a night out on the town as you made your way to the front of it.

You grabbed a pair of trainers as Mason started the recount of how his best friend had seemingly disappeared about half an hour ago and that Mason had spent a good amount of time searching for him in the bustling club before he had given up and had decided it was time to go home.

“Have you tried calling him?” you asked as you gave Beau a small goodbye scratch before exiting the house and locking the door behind you before making your way to your car.

“About one million times,” he sighed, followed by a small ‘ow’ and you snickered at the thought of him knocking his head into the wall in his intoxicated condition.

“One million times?” you repeated as you got yourself comfortable in the driver's seat and started to connect your phone to the car system.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, his voice booming through the speakers, jerking you a bit more awake before you started your route through central London in the early hours of the morning.

“And he didn’t answer?” you asked as you started to pull out of the driveway, your fingers tapping idly on the steering wheel.

“No,” Mason huffed, “but then I called you and you answered the first time.”

You laughed softly at his loving tone and if he was cartoon you could imagine the hearts in his eyes as he spoke.

“Lucky you, huh,” you teased as you looked out on the empty streets, the flickering streetlights and the spotlight of your headlights guiding you through the looming darkness.

“Lucky me indeed,” he said, his voice an octave lower and you tried to smother your giggle in the sleeve of your hoodie at his drunken attempt at flirting.

“Did you have a good night before you lost Ben?” you tried to steer the conversation away before he could make any of the crude remarks that he kept in his ever growing arsenal.

He let out a noise that you couldn’t quite interpret over the crackling connection of the phone.

“Baby, why don’t you go back inside and I’ll call you when I get there?” you asked, hoping he would accept your offer so he didn’t have to stand out in the cold night air by himself any longer than necessary.

“But I wanna talk with you,” he whined.

“You can talk to me all that you want when I’m there and tomorrow but I don’t want you standing outside all alone honey,” you tried to explain, a small fear of what might happen to him if he kept standing outside.

“I’m not alone though,” he said and through the phone you could hear him scratch the stubble of his beard.

You furrowed your brows as you tried to navigate your way through London with your heart starting to pound ever so slightly at the thought of someone loitering with your drunk boyfriend outside of a club.

“Who are you with,” you asked, hoping your voice didn’t seem too worried.

Instead of answering with the name of one of his friends like you had hoped you heard him call over to the people who were apparently standing outside along with him. “Hey, what’s your name? My girlfriend would like to know.”

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh at your drunk boyfriend and sped up just the slightest in hopes of getting to him before he could get himself into anything.

You heard a guy call back to him before Mason turned back to you on the phone. “He says his name is Peter,” he explained before turning away from the phone in his hand once again to continue his conversation with his new found friend.

“He knows who I am!” Mason suddenly exclaimed through the phone and you jolted slightly at the loud voice that filled the car.

“That’s what happens when you’re a world famous football star,” you said softly as you tried to avoid any of the drunk pedestrians who stumbled around in the streets.

“Peter says that you’re a good girlfriend because you’re picking me up,” he said after a few moments of you only hearing the mumbled noise of the conversation happening between the two of them.

“Well that’s nice of Peter,” you mumbled when you finally pulled up on the right street.

“I also think you’re a good girlfriend because you’re picking me up,” he was quick to butt in and you shook your head slightly at his antics. “And because you give the best blo-”

“Mason!” you were quick to stop him, not wanting him to advertise your sex life in the middle of the street next to some strangers.

“You didn’t even let me finish,” he complained and you could hear the other man, Peter, laughing in the background.

“Because you’re disgusting,” you laughed as you found a parking spot not too far from the entrance to the club where Mason had spent the majority of his evening.

“Am not,” he disputed an unhappy huff leaving his presumably pouting lips.

“Are too,” you teased as you shut off the engine before climbing out of the car. “I’m here by the way.”

“Already?” he asked in disbelief, “you’re so fast.”

You were about to reply but were interrupted when Mason shouted a loud goodbye to his new friend before the booming sound of the music you could hear through the door also came through the speaker on your phone.

“I’m coming for you baby!” you heard him shout before the call ended and you were left to your own devices in the middle of the street as you waited for him to return.

You sighed to yourself and closed your eyes as the cool London air swept over your face, making you dream of the warm bed that was waiting for you at home along with your dog who always found a way to the foot of the bed.

You could already see tomorrow unfold in front of you; Mason moaning about his hungover while he refused to let you do anything else but hold him until the headache went away while you stroked his hair with your dog muffling his way to lay between both of you.

After having stood outside for what felt like a tiny eternity you were ready to call Mason to ask him what was taking him so long before the voice that had previously been crackling through your phone suddenly sounded from next to you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” 

You turned your head and saw him slowly making his way towards you, his cheeks a pretty shade of rose under the yellow street lights, his eyes blurry and hair flat, just like you had imagined.

“Just picking up this guy,” you said as you pushed yourself off of the wall you had been leaning against.

He opened his arms to wrap you up in a hug in the middle of the sidewalk with people bustling around you.

“That guy is a lucky man,” he hummed with his head buried in the crook of your neck, his voice muffled in the material of your sofy hoodie.

“Is he ready to come back home?” You asked as you slowly pulled away from him, reaching down to take a hold of his hand so you could ever so slowly guide him over to the parked car,

He let out an unintelligible noise as he followed behind you, both of his hands holding your smaller one in a vice-like grip as he tried to not stumble over the uneven sidewalk. He continued to talk in a low voice, some words you were able to distinguish while others got lost in the buzzing sound of London around you.

You finally reached the car but before you had the chance to open the passenger side door so that Mason could slip in, his own hand grabbed your free one and turned you around, so you were standing facing each other under the flickering lights of the stars and the streetlights.

“What’s up?” you asked in a small voice, the fatigue of being jostled awake in the early hours of the morning slowly starting to crawl over you and sink into your bones.

“You’re so pretty,” he said back in a similar voice.

You smiled up at him before leaning up slightly so that you could bump your nose against his before pressing the gentlest of kisses on his stubbled cheek. “You’re very pretty too, my love.”

He smiled bashfully at your comment, eyes closed as he basked in the welcomed feeling of your lips against his skin.

“But I think,” you whispered against him and coaxed him to take a few small steps with you so you could open the passenger door, “that it’s time to go home.”

He just simply nodded and slumped down in the seat while you were making sure the seat belt was in place before closing the door but not before delivering a small kiss to the crown of his head.

You walked around the car and slid into the driver’s seat and smiled to yourself when you glanced over to see Mason had already thrown his head back against the window with his eyes closed.

You started to pull out of the parking space and started to carefully drive home, not wishing to disturb your boyfriend who seemed to be on the edge of sleep in the seat beside you.

The car was decked in silence besides Mason’s deep breaths as you followed the light of the streetlights that were guiding you home when you felt one of his rough hands reach out for yours that was resting idly on the gear stick.

He slipped his fingers in between yours and laid them on his jean clad thigh, his thumb rubbing soft circles over the back of your hand.

“I’m so in love with you,” he mumbled and you quickly looked over to see that his eyes were still closed, but his lips were pulled up in a small delightful smile.

“Oh yeah?” 

He hummed in response and you saw him nod in your peripheral vision.

“Like so in love with you,” he continued and he lifted your intertwined hands up so he could press a sloppy kiss against your knuckles. He kept your hands raised and started to mumbles nonsense against the soft skin of your knuckles.

He kept going like that before he suddenly dropped your hands back to his lap and turned to look at you with his eyes wide open.

“Do you wanna hear a secret?” he asked and  you glanced back over at him when you finally pulled onto your street and the gate to the house was getting closer and closer.

“Sure,” you said and slowed the car down when you got to the gate so that you could unlock it.

He just sat and stared at you for a few moments while you punched in the familiar code and drove the car across the driveway and parked it.

“I’m gonna marry you one day.”

The light in the car was still on and when you turned your head around to look at him he was already busy watching you with his honey pool eyes.

“Are you know?” You whispered and gave his hand a small squeeze.

“I’m gonna buy you,” he sighed and threw his head back against the headrest of his seat and closed his eyes, slowly losing himself in his reveries with the feeling of your hand clasped in his and the smell of you surrounding him, “gonna buy you the best ring.”

You just sat and silently let him speak while you watched him, hearts floating freely in your eyes.

“And you’re going to look so pretty in that dress,” he sighed, “and I’m finally gonna be able to call you my wife.”

You leaned over the center console and pressed another kiss to his cheekbone, the hand that was interlocked with his reaching up and caressing the cluster of miniscule freckles that dusted his cheeks.

“That sounds lovely honey,” you whispered, not wanting to break the small bubble he had created around you with his alcohol and love filled words.

“Do you wanna marry me?” he asked cautiously, eyes finally opening ever so slightly to gaze into your adoration filled eyes.

“I would love to marry you,” you said softly and kissed his cheek again the rose blush of his cheeks making your heart flutter like a butterfly. “But I would prefer it if you proposed sometime when you weren’t absolutely hammered.”

“Don’t worry,” he finally allowed you to get your hand free so you could unlock your seatbelt and get out of the car. You quickly walked over to his side and smiled to yourself when you saw him fiddle with the seatbelt through the window.

“Need any help?” You asked when you opened the door and let out a small giggle when he huffed in annoyance and threw his head back against the headrest once more and allowed you to unclick the offending article.

“Come on,” you said as you carefully aided him in getting out of the car without tripping over his own feet, the gravel of the driveway crunching under your trainers.

He gripped your hand the same way as he had when you had led him to the car outside of the club as you led him up to the front door. While you stood and fiddled with the keys so you could unlock the door he leaned himself against you, his chest pressed against your back with his arms wrapped around your neck to keep himself standing.

When you finally got the door swung open you were greeted with the face of your Golden who was wagging his tail lazily when he saw the two of you trudge over the threshold.

“Hi baby,” Mason squealed when he saw the dog that had now raised himself to his feet and walked slowly over to where you were discarding your shoes and tried to help Mason do the same.

When you got his trainers off of his feet he dropped to his knees and started to coat the dog in love and kisses and you could hear his gibberish when you went to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water.

When you return to the front hall you found him splayed out on the floor and his eyes closed with Beau resting his head on his chest.

You crouched down next to him and ran your free hand through his hair to coax him into opening his eyes. 

When he finally does so you give him a small smile, “come on love, so we can get you to bed.”

He pulled himself off of the floor while gripping to your hand, Beau looking up at you with an unsatisfied glare in his dark eyes when his makeshift pillow went away.

When he stood swaying at his feet you handed him the glass of water, “drink all of it please,” you said before turning back to the door to lock it once more for the night.

When you turned back to him he was still in the process of emptying the big glass and when he was done you quickly caught a stray droplet that was trailing down his chin before setting the glass down on the table near the front door.

He took a hold of your hand once again and you dragged him up the stairs, his feet heavy against the carpeted steps.

When you finally reached the bedroom he was quick in letting you go and fell head first into the bed that you had abandoned just 40 minutes prior.

“Mason,” you laughed softly and started to try and turn him around so he was laying on his back instead of his front, “we have to get you out of your clothes.”

Beau entered the bedroom and hopped onto the bed and settled himself on the covers as Mason sat up and lifted his arms over his head and waited for you to pull his shirt off him.

When you had gotten the shirt off of him you started loosening his belt only for him to start giggling like a child and tried to swat your hands away.

“At least take me out to dinner first,” he giggled while continuing to fight you.

“You suck,” you laughed softly under your breath before you finally managed to remove his belt so you could start to pull his jeans down. When they were finally off you took his dirty clothes and threw them in the hamper before going to the bathroom.

You returned to the bedroom to find him lying on top of the covers on his stomach while petting Beau, his hair a mess on top of his head.

When he heard you enter the bedroom he turned his eyes and kept them on your body as you stripped out of the clothes you had thrown on and changed back into the shirt you had worn to bed earlier.

“If we have a boy can we name him Mason?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned back to watch him sprawled on the bed in nothing but his boxers.

“I beg your pardon?”

He sat up and started to climb under the covers like you were doing and settled himself down next to you with the tip of his nose brushing yours.

“In the future,” he started again, “if we have a son can we name him Mason?”

You let out a small giggle and shook your head against the pillow, his eyebrows furrowing together at your refusal.

“I’ll think about it,” you laughed and kissed his cheek before turning around to turn off the bedside light.

You felt his body slither closer to yours and smiled when you felt his arm snake around your waist, his mouth resting by your ear.

“Y/N Mount sounds pretty good in my ears,” was the last thing you heard before you drifted back to sleep with the sound of your boyfriend’s drunken snores in your ear.

-

There was a welcomed heavy weight on your back when you opened your eyes, the pale morning light creeping in through the drawn curtains and painting the room and a golden sheen.

You slowly blinked your eyes a few times before turning around to get a proper look at your snoozing boyfriend, his hair matted to his forehead and his cheek squished against the pillow beneath him.

You smiled softly, the sunlight early in the morning alway painting him in the softest ways. Careful brushstrokes of brown being used to depict his messy hair and the most careful splatter of stars to decorate his cheek and the bridge of his nose. The most perfect rosy shade on his lips and cheeks, just begging, insisting, demanding to be loved solely by your own lips.

As you lifted your hand ever so slowly, careful to not disturb the peaceful man sleeping next to you, you started to trace the familiar constellations scattered on his cheeks, longing to feel the beauty of him under the tips of your fingers.

When your finger first made contact with his skin you saw his eyes flutter ever so slightly before they pried themselves open, chocolate and gold meeting your own eyes as they blinked a few times just like you had done yourself.

“Good morning,” you whispered softly, not wanting to make his inevitable headache worse.

“Morning,” he said back, his voice raspy and sleepy.

“On a scale of one to ten, how dead are you feeling?” you teased and brushed some of his hair off of his forehead.

“Eleven,” he groaned and buried his head deeper into the fluffy pillow.

You snickered and carefully maneuvered out of bed so you didn’t disturb him anymore than necessary. You heard him groan and complain as you quickly descended the stairs and grabbed another glass of water and some painkillers before you made your way back up to your bedroom.

You sat the pills and the glass of water down on his bedside table and glanced down at Beau who was still snoozing away at the foot of the bed.

��I don’t remember anything from last night,” Mason groaned as he slowly sat up against the beadboard.

“Nothing?” you questioned and handed him the pills for him to swallow followed by the tall glass.

“Nothing after midnight at least,” he said and closed his eyes again when he had downed the water and had sat it back on the nightstand.

“So,” you said and moved closer to him so you could run a hand over his bare shoulder, “you don’t remember basically proposing to me?”

At this he was quick in opening his eyes to see you grinning at him before he closed his eyes again with a groan and tilted his head back against the wall.

“Please tell me I actually didn’t do that,” he whimpered.

“Oh,” you laughed, “you really did.”

“No, no, no,” he groaned to himself, his hands rubbing over his cheeks.

“You also asked if we could name our future son Mason,” you told him and let out a laugh when he let out a louder groan this time.

“We are not naming our son Mason,” he clarified with a muffled voice through his hands that were covering his face, “but I am gonna marry you someday, that part was good enough.”

[sonder-paradise]

Could you do a fic or headcanons with Chuuya and/or Akutagwa with a female s/o who plays the piano and is pretty good at it? Like at midnight they just play the piano and plays stuff like Beethoven symphony number 5 💀

◊ characters. chuuya, akutagawa, gn!reader

◊ genre. fluff

— 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

doesn't mind the piano honestly. chuuya finds so much comfort in your music and will gladly finish up his work with it playing in the background.

he's not one for sleeping early anyways so the piano actually is a joy to listen to. he'll buy you whatever it is you desire when it comes to your piano. honestly, if you just asked for a whole grand piano he'd probably just put it on his card.

chuuya likes sitting by your side while you play. you've taught him a couple duets since he's fond of music as well. sometimes the two of you will play it together. but most of the time he's content listening.

massages your hands when you finally do head to bed after your usual little midnight concerts. he presses gentle kisses to them and rubs your joints to loosen them once more.

— 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

he's actually a fan of it. i always considered aku a fan of classical music anyways so he'd probably enjoy an s/o that plays the piano or any instrument.

but honestly, he doesn't typically say much when you play. he has trouble sleeping at night so the gentle music is something he now requires to eventually fall asleep. and when you finish and crawl into bed with him, he'll just mumble a curt and sleepy 'thank you' as he falls back asleep.

akutagawa will never touch a key but he'll glance at it sometimes. he knows how important it is to you and how beautiful the music you create is.

occasionally will just stand a little ways apart from you and watch you carefully. it usually ends up with you ushering him over to watch closer to which he'll either join or embarrassedly brush it off and go make tea instead.

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[ficsnroses]

Touch - John Wick x Reader

summary : you wake John up with a morning handjob.

warnings : handjob, implied oral sex. x f! reader. fluffy fluff fluff! 2k.

notes : hi loves! this is another fic I never posted because I thought it was a little too similar to another fic I’d wrote. Im posting it now, months later since I don’t have any new content for you atm! feedback is so appreciated. hope you enjoy! xx 

In the dewy AM light, your heavy eyes soak open morning glow, a throbbing ache to your temple pitches just as the rays protrude your darkened eyelids. In the wake of the moment, you’d hardly noticed the dip of the mattress beside you, a heavier weight positioned, a tangle of legs and heft of your love’s bulky arm loosely held across your waist.

John holds you so close, so proximate, the gentle brush of his calm, relaxed breathes paints to the soft curve of your neck. The quietude is special, his snooze pacifies, calms something inside you that raced the night prior.

Retiring, falling asleep to a bed empty of his body beside you would never prove easy. The grim thoughts never surrender, the cold, stoic hollowness that comes with him being away far too long had never quite become less crushing.

He’d often come in this way; late in the midnight AM, quieter than a whisper as he’d return in your arms. Perhaps you remember feeling him draw your skin closer, unbeknownst to the surrender of snooze that clouded around you, encapsulated you upon his late night return. In the sea of surrounding blankets and feathery pillows, your lips curl to a gentle smile, a ring of a content hum falling dripped, honey doused off your warm smile his way.

Mornings like this; waking up, with him safe beside you, were quite literally,

incomparable.

His body moulds to yours, body heat collective, nesting together in utter, quiet, harmony. John, this way, was a beauty to be seen. In moments like this, where sleep comes, kisses him, engulfs; wraps him in a serene reduction; you feel most at ease.

Knowing he’s at ease, he’s content, he’s whisked away in nothing but surrender to the part of him that will always stay human. The part of him that rests, reminds him that he is still human, despite the sins that refuse to let him go.

With his warm skin stippled to yours, you feel yourself drift further into his embrace, a content, drowsy smile of your own curling to the gentle twist of your blush stained lips. Although his heavy chest heaves in small, gentle exhales, he seems in ease. He seems calm, a flutter behind his sleep soaked eyelids sure of a visit in dreamland.

You inch in closer, slow, and he stirs slight to the feel of your gentle lips tracing over his skin. Softly, you pepper a love laced peck to his jaw, face nuzzling into his neck; John’s eyes blissfully unaware to the sunlit dew that surrounds him. Habitually, his arms tighten around you, a content, oblivious sigh echoed off his lip. Relishing, your lips nip at the skin of his neck, half slumber absorbed movements laced with nothing, but pure affection as you bundle close to your love. His skin exudes the familiar scent of long forgotten cologne, and something so uniquely, exclusively John.

A scent that reminds you he’s here, along side you, where he’d always belong.

Without mere thought, your hands position to his chest, soothing small, rubbing comforting circles to the broad of his bare chest; John preferred to sleep with his shirt off.

Not that you’d lament; the heavy tattoos that litter his back are gorgeous, yet John often shies away from showing you their portrayal. On particularly good nights, sometimes, John will let you trace the delicate ink, allow you to fully absorb each dip, each sharp curve of the once penned art that paints to his back.

John’s back, in all its glory, all its beauty, is a story untold. The intrigue, the beauty, the basic seams that compose of this man you’d received the delight of calling all yours, is nothing less of a miracle.

John Wick is a miracle; his back carries a story,

       that the spine of a book could never hold. His story lives within him, claws, cuts away at him.

He’s a miracle, to be what he is,

       coming from where he does.

Apart from the rare look into the symphony that tells tale to his skin, often, John enjoys his skin so close to yours, shielded by no barrier. On particularly rough nights, or evenings where John needs nothing but you to melt the dread of the day behind, he finds asylum in your skin.

Skin to skin with John is one of your favourite ways to unwind; to forget. You’ll shelter in his arms, both your bodies bare, exposed, relishing within each other.

You don’t need sex in moments like that.

You solely need him,

And he only needs you.

All the curves of your frail body relax into the strength of his.

As your lips continue, drenching into his bruised skin; you sigh, airy and light. You sigh, marking his body with the nectar that flows off your lips, only for him.

A gentle mark to his neck, a softer one just below.

A softer kiss to his jaw, a softer, lighter one to his chest. Slow and steady, you delight in his body, pulling the callous of his form closer, nearer, sighing when he stirs so slight, the content smack of his lips assuring a relaxation he so desperately deserved. Slow; as flowers fall from your lips onto his skin, your gentle hands move composed, leisurely, smoothly down his chest, brushed delicately across the firm of his torso, the structure; the art of his abs,

Your fingers draw gentle circles and mindless shapes, playing his skin in a beautiful melody; John’s touch dances on your fingertips, his skin a song you’d memorized a lifetime ago;

           Slowly, the soft pads of your hold brush over his clothed manhood, full, thrived, glorious in his cotton boxers. His shaft is firm against your wrist, the heaviness of his entirety thick against your fingers. With a cheeky smile, and warm grin his way, your face buries under the dip of his neck, just under the abrasive stubble of his chin, your lips peppering sincere, love baked kisses to his drowsy figure, two fingers of your inquisitive hand dipping into the waistband of the fabric that holds his cock, full.

John’s cock is one of your absolute favourite treats.

His girth,

His heaviness,

His weight, his taste, that throbbed vein that runs like a lightening bolt up his overwhelming length, the rich shade of pink his tip becomes when erect for you; John’s cock is a luxury in its own right.

Gently, your fingers intrude into his boxers, skin brushed past the full bush of dark hair that surrounds his member. John keeps himself tame, groomed to a tolerable trim down under just for you. Before you, John didn’t care much. Now, however, he prefers to keep himself presentable, just for you.

As the soft pads of your lotion silken fingers greet his bulge in a tender brush, shockwaves pierce inside you, the sheer feel of his cock wrapped in your hand causes a tender ache between your legs.

Butterflies float inside,

Nerves twist inside your core, the familiar bite of anticipation, of need.

Your body sears for him, pleads for him to wake up and make love to you. Yearns for his cock to make home within you, thoughts hazed in a crisp desire for him to fuck you the way he so expertly does.

Yet; you hold. You tenderly, warmly, delicately begin to stroke his shaft, making sure to swirl his tip with your thumb, feeling the thin skin of his member melt through your grip.

John deserves to feel good, deserves to feel love kiss him, graze him in the most tender of ways. John deserves for relief to wash over him; to kiss any worries that clog his weary mind away.

Stroking firmer, harder, faster, his arousal jerks in your satin grip, in a ballet fumed through your affectionate pry, lovebites and wet kisses still mottling to his collarbone. John’s cock throbs, aches, pulses in your hand, his sleeping frame slowly, barely waking in the midst of your morning favour.

Gently, you massage his heavy balls, tenderly stroking them, paying well attention to each inch, each curve, each dip of his magnificent manhood. John stirs, eyes fluttering awake through a quiet moan dripping off his tongue; eyes still shut as soft, gentle groans coil in his throat, and his palms find the small of your back, holding on dearly. The warmness of your kisses on his jaw welcome him awake; each inch of him envelopes in love, in a sea of all feelings good; all feelings free.

Velvet and rich, his moans melt in your ears, the sound of his tender baritone quietly, softly whimpering for you a song you’d memorize till’ the end of time. You continue, stroking his cock, faster, and faster, and faster, twisting, pumping, slicking the smear of dewy pre cum slipping out his head.

“Fu…fuck…” John moans, heavy palms finding your waist as they hold your hips tight, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. “Fuck, sweetheart, it feels…” The words die in his throat, cut through a louder, gravellier groan, a groan that moistens the insides of your glossy arousal building for him.

“Feel good, baby?” You wonder, painting yet another delicate, mauve bruise into the skin of his chest.

“So good, don’t stop.” He requests, through broken breathes and weary gasps. “I’m gonna cum,” John warns, his own hand trickling into his boxers to massage his balls simultaneously, while you work wonders to his swollen shaft. With a few more particularly tight, sloppy pumps, John’s hold on you tightens, sweet, dripping praises of your name fleeing his lips as his cock burst, spurts of creamy, warm release coating the grip of your palm.

He feels silky, wet and sticky in your touch, and you grin a warm kiss his way, watching the beauty of his dark features relish in aftershocks, riding the waves of delicious release as you softly, slowly pump him limp. Pulling your body closer, John’s snuggles further into your hold, sighing against your skin; his cock still bundled in your tender grip. “Good morning, handsome.” You giggle, feel of his laboured breaths hot against your skin, as he peppers a soft kiss to your breast. Smoothing over your hips, his deep baritone sighs a fond exhale, heavy hands smoothing over your peachy ass.

“Good morning it is,” He smiles into the valley of your breasts, his hands trailing suggestively into the hem of your shirt. Kissing, peppering affection to the swell of your chest, John chuckles, his own palm moving to brush over your drenched, needy pussy.

“Darling,” He whispers, larger frame shifting to hover over you, grinning with his mouth travelling to the silky dip of your neck, where his tongue dances over soft flesh. “You have to let me return the favour.” Quietly, his tone sends vibrant want spark inside, breath hitching to the way his study fingers rub against your bare slit, lapping, smearing the sap that drips just for him.

��When,” He whispers into your skin, praising, returning stolen kisses. “Did I,” a gentler kiss to your collarbone, as he trails lower, peeling off whatever fabric shields the haven of your body from his wanting gaze. “Get so, lucky?”

           And to the sound of your soft giggle, his eyes lock with yours as his face positions just above your hips, bulky fingers stripping your pajama bottoms down. His lips work tender kisses to the insides of your thighs, loving hands grazing over the soft skin as he whispers, taking hold of your hand, ready to return the morning affection.

           “You’ll be the death of me, Mrs. Wick.”

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[beckydoesthings]

various fics of hxl that i adore reading! this list is quite lengthy, but feel free to message me if you have any questions!

*will continue to be updated. also, if i mistagged you, i apologize, i do not know how to tumblr*

Love Is a Rebellious Bird

E | 134k | @100percentsassy and gloria_andrews

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

i think this tickled every bone of my musical self and also made me cry (are you seeing a theme here??) one of the first fics i fell in love with and one i keep coming back to.

Collision

E | 226k | @tequiladimples

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

the world building in this one is insanity - so much good mythology mixed in and it made me screech with joy. i think i can firmly say that i did not expect where the plot went, but that made the story so much better.

Flour and Chocolate

M | 145k | @danosphere91

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.

Then he approached the display cabinet.

And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.

What. The. Fuck?

Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out.

OR

Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

the miscommunication in this fic is SO REAL and makes for a good read. the rest of the flour and chocolate series is also fantastic. i thoroughly enjoyed both the ziam and ed/niall arcs that bring the whole story together.

run away home

E | 106k | @hattalove

Louis stands, in the middle of a clearing with his hands in his pockets, and stares. This boy—God, this gorgeous, gorgeous boy. He seems so clumsy, confused at the best of times, but there’s a wisdom about him as he speaks, a maturity that belies his age.

Louis is hopelessly, wildly attracted to him.

or, louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house fit for a prince, and a broken heart.

it takes them a while to figure out that they need each other.

this makes my inner horse girl extraordinarily happy - even if i don’t know anything about horse racing. louis’ story in this is beautiful and makes the whole piece worth a read.

waiting for the tides to meet

E | 60k | @nauticalleeds

Louis lets out a deep breath, thinking about Harry’s soulmate. Thinking about how Harry’s soulmate is probably as beautiful as Harry, some person that Louis cannot compare to, and how the universe has chosen them to be Harry’s. Fuck the universe. “Fuck you,” he calls out to the universe. He’s aware of how crazy he sounds.

Maybe he is crazy, with how he’s falling for Harry. And fuck that, too.

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

gorgeous soulmate AU that gives me summer cruising vibes. worth the read for the lettuce scene alone (i kid, i kid)

Do Not Go Gentle

E | 70k | @afirethatcannotdie

“This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.”

For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.

Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back.

“Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters.

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

okay i’ve watched maybe 3 episodes of Gray’s Anatomy, but i feel like this encompasses the vibe of the show: medical stuff with a hefty dose of angst and sexual tension

Falling For Me Won’t Be A Mistake

M | 58k | @all-these-larrythings

Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn't know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he's ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him.

one of my favorite mpreg fics so if that’s not your cup of tea, then don’t read it. i love surgeon harry with a vengeance, but honestly Gems and Niall are iconic in this one.

Watching the World Fall

E | 11k | @crazyupsetter why won’t it let me tag :(

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

i have a soft spot the size of Antarctica for Late Late AU fics (we stan James Corden) and for exes to lovers so this checks all the boxes.

autumn leaves

E | 27k | @suspendrs

“Brave?” Harry frowns, caught off guard. “No, not particularly.”

“You seem brave,” Louis decides, pushing off the wall and stepping on the butt of his cigarette. “You are strong, and you are not mean. That’s good,” he assures, touching Harry’s arm gently.

“Thank you, but that’s not true,” Harry smiles ruefully. “I’m really not anything special.”

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn't mean to fall in love with him.

love love french AUs and while this one isn’t sunshine and rainbows, it’s a beautiful yet heart wrenching piece. warning for period typical homophobia

caught up in your love affair

NR | 8k | @disgruntledkittenface

“And the corgis took to you straightaway,” Harry remarks.

“That’s true,” Louis chuckles.

 “I’ve spent the last 29 years being barked at,” Harry deadpans, jerking his hand toward Louis, “this one walks in, absolutely nothing.”

Louis outright giggles at that, saying, “They were just lying on my feet during tea.”

“Wagging tails,” Harry says, shaking his head.

“It’s because they don’t understand flirting,” Louis tells him, “you can’t charm them the way you do everyone else.”

Royal AU. Prince Harry announces his engagement to Louis Tomlinson in an interview with longtime friend and BBC host Nick Grimshaw. Inspired by Prince Harry and Meghan Markle.

just. 8k of royal fluff. that’s literally it and i adore it so much.

Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You)

M | 54k | @rainbowsandgucci

”Due to unforeseen circumstances, help is needed here at the orchard for the impending apple season. Looking for someone able to start within the next week or two at the most, is willing to do whatever miscellaneous tasks are needed, such as picking & packing apples, running the cash register, and other handywork that may need to be done. Must be good with customers, and able to lift up to 50lbs. Help will be needed until at the least the end of October. Please contact the number found on this page, or come out to the orchard and ask for Harry. All the love xx” --- Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles. Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn. He also starts to fall in love with Harry. Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

i never thought i would enjoy an apple orchard fic?? but it’s so good?? farmer harry makes me laugh to think about, but the heartbreak in this fic is so. real.

Mine Would Be You

E | 114k | @crinkle-eyed-boo

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

exes to lovers drama but make it extra sad. the fact that we see so many facets to this story just makes it all the more painful, yet beautiful. this fic also reminds me of how much i love one mister niall horan.

One for Luck

E | 96k | @leavingonatrain

The very first time Louis remembers hearing Harry Styles' deep, deep voice, he's just won gold at the World Equestrian Games and he's officially back on Great Britain's Olympic team. He's also three sheets to the wind, drunk on victory and champagne, and there's a gorgeous boy whispering in his ear. Life's grand.

(AU: Louis and Harry are professional riders on the British Olympic team.)

again, i know nothing about horses, but i like to pretend i do for the sake of this fic. it’s beautiful, it’s smutty what else could you ask for?

Nothing But You On My Mind

E | 83k | @absoloutenonsense

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

i absolutely. definitely. sobbed tears at this fic. it’s just so beautifully painful to read. don’t want to spoil anything, but this is a must.

Adore You

M | 67k | @isthatyoularry

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

i strongly relate to harry in this one! one of my favorite historical AUs and honestly i love the thought of louis in well fitting suits.

leave it to the breeze

E | 81k | @hattalove

Louis couldn’t be prouder of his bake, but there’s something—there’s something. Something about Harry Styles and the earnest way he measures, pours, mixes, scrapes. Something about the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he knocks the air out of his batter.

or a great british bake off au in which louis cares about winning and winning only, harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and niall sticks his nose into other people's business. also featuring liam as louis's best friend-slash-concerned mother, and zayn as a macaron connoisseur.

i. love. the. great british baking show. baking + h&l is amazing. and another reminder as to why niall is the absolute best.

Paint The Sky With Stars

M | 62k | @icanhazzalou grrr let me tag

On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom.

Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform.

By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help.

Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down.

Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

gorgeous historical fic that’s so accurate and painstakingly written. i keep coming back to it!

When It’s Late At Night

M | 25k | @all-these-larrythings

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that's exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

Or

The Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

remember when i said i love Late Late AUs? yeah. i love that louis gives absolutely zero shits in this fic until he gives all the shits.

Chasing Empty Spaces

E | 79k | @domestic-harry

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

gorgeous historical AU that goes through Harry’s struggle with his sexuality wonderfully. this one also made me cry.

Resist Everything Except Temptation

E | 100k | @domestic-harry

The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him.

“Captain,” Malik greeted.

Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible. There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’ distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it.

Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles.

OR

The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.

love this pirate AU that’s got one badass gemma styles. also, harry as a super cool pirate in gorgeous clothes makes me super happy!

i’ll make this feel like home

E | 49k

Harry to groans himself and then takes a deep breath. “Okay, well. Here’s the thing. I peed on a stick.”

Louis isn’t able to get more than a shocked “What!” out before Harry’s steamrolling on.

“I peed on a stick and it says it’s positive, but you always prattle on about how it’s best to go to the doctor’s before you get excited, you know to confirm it because sometimes hormones are off or you have like a tumor or some shit and get false positives and what if I’m dying and-”

“You’re pregnant?!” Louis shouts out, stomach dropping as the words leave his mouth.

“Um, yeah… maybe.”

[the one where Louis' hopelessly in love with his best mate... who just happens to be pregnant with another man's baby.]

baby momma harry with hot mess!Louis is a recipe for disaster, but this one has plenty of fluff to make up for it.

Hands Clasped Tight

E | 44k | @afirethatcannotdie

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

love love teacher harry and louis that’s mostly funny fluff with a little angst. just a teeny amount. reminds me of my own experiences with meddling students haha.

*updated 2/16/21*

[bopbopstyles]

Hiya:) I was wondering if you had any Harry x y/n series/long fics u would recommend? Ive been into these kinds of posts and I like ur content so I trust ur opinions! Thanks xx

omg i’m honored!!! here are my fave y/n fics, although a lot of my favorites are also MC fics. most of these are multi-part series, as there are few full length fics that are reader insert. 

Baby Blue by @theasstour (plus sized reader x painter!harry)

Symphonies of You (i just.....love this fic so much)

Sweet Creature

Only Human by @hsogolden (also Bri’s new fic, BUST!)

Aster series by @moonchildstyles (tattoo artist!harry) - 

ALSO her citrine series which is witch!harry

Shakespeare by @strawberriestyles​ (ta!harry)

also her Brutality + Ferocity series isn’t y/n but SO GOOD. 

Il Ritorno by @majorharry (dunkirk!harry)

In the Ring by @majorharry (boxer!harry)

Gunrunners by @waitingfortwilight (gang!harry)

also Blood Like Wine (vampire!harry)

Three Rules (3 part one shot series)

For the Summer

Y/N is taking care of Harry’s boss and she’s absolutely smitten by @jawllines (gang/mob!harry)

Sunflower by @helladirections

Unplanned by @idkthisisjustforfanfic (full length!)

also Two Years Too Late. (full length!)

Smooth Operator by @for-fucks-sake-h  (phone sex operator!harry)

Jamaica Me Happy (friends to lovers)

As You Held Onto Me (dad!harry)

Blurred Lines by @permanentcrossfics​ (you’re going to have to browse her blog to find all the parts)

everything by @permanentcross (esp the Snowbound series)

Demon!H and Angel Y/N by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy 

the new piece is Ritual which is just.....holy fuck

All The Things Yet to Come by @harrysdodgyankles (post-doctoral student!h)

Divorce!Harry fic by @all-things-fic that’s AMAZING

hope this is helpful! <3 you can also check my fic rec tag for more stuff. xoxo

[twopoppies]

Hi lovely Gina, hope this is not a repetitive question but can you recommend any abo fics where the abo part is more subtle or not the primary focus. Instead, the fic shows them as humans first and abo second. Something like Saving Symphony Hall (best fic ever!) maybe? Thanks for always being such a lovely person to everyone and for your hard work on all things fics! xx

Hi sweetheart. Yeah, if you check under “A” on my masterpost, there’s one labeled ABO (soft) and that’s a list of fics that should give you what you’re looking for. And I agree, SSH is wonderful!

[chanelpirate]

hey, just wanted to let you know i re-read some of your TDD stuff on ao3 and was blown away again. specifically the one where daniel and alexander are discussing a piano piece - jesus, the symbolism and artistic analysis in that. you have an unbelievable talent. xx

That’s gorgeous of you to say, thanks for that. :D I’m so happy that you are able to find continued enjoyment in them.

As for the fic you mention, Idée Fixe—something that really interests me in transformative fiction is exploring how characters interact with and react to the world around them, their cultural and social context. Especially so when the source material/the main storyline cannot or does not engage with that context, either due to the constraints of narrative or lack of research/awareness.

And also! How funny is this! (Brief parenthetical caveat of applying contemporary labels to historical context) Imagine being a queer person/eldritch being in 1830 hearing Symphonie Fantastique for the first time!! That moment of ‘oh this Berlioz person has got to be Family’! The screeching 180 once you realise the ‘romance’ behind this masterpiece made John and Claire in the Breakfast Club look two-sided!

[blouisparadise]

It’s finally time for us to add a second part to our sub bottom Louis rec list! If you’re interested in checking out part one, you can find it here. Happy reading!

1) Give and Take | Explicit | 1837 words

Sometimes Louis just needs.

2) There's No Place I'd Rather Be | Explicit | 2281 words

Harry comes home an hour early and he's in rut. 

3) Blue Eyes, Black Jeans, Lighters, Candy | Explicit | 3629 words

Harry is in Madrid and Louis had a hard week.

4) You Drive Me Wild (You Know You Do) | Explicit | 6632 words

Louis flirts with the Australian interviewers and Harry gets possessive.

5) Call Me Shallow But I’m Only Getting Deeper | Explicit | 7367 words

The one where Louis is a brat so Harry spanks him with a riding crop.

6) Shackles (I Just Want to Praise You) | Explicit | 7562 words

Louis is an extra for a low-budget gladiator movie. His day takes a turn when his shackles turn out to be more than just a film prop, and the production assistant turns out to be helpful in more ways than one.

7) Focal Point | Mature | 8935 words

By the time you read this, I’ll be gone, so don’t bother looking.

Last night was lovely, Harry, I’m sure you agree. Sorry to run, but that’s just how life works sometimes, I’m sure you understand.

Don’t forget about me. xx

P.S. Thanks for the money

8) Let The Beating Waves Come Drag Me Down | Explicit | 9447 words

“Just try it, the worst thing that could ever happen it’s that you won’t like it” Niall had told him. And there he was, on the way to one of these pubs created for perverts, willing to break up the routine to try something new, something that terrified as much as excited him.

One night to get swept up in passion, one night to let the devil get in.

"Tonight, I’m going to make you scream of ecstasy Louis,” he said with a raspy voice full of control, making him tremble with anticipation.

9) Night Out | Mature | 9741 words | Sequel

Symphony hall was the first place Louis had felt at home in this city, and he always had the box to himself. Until tonight.

10) I’m What You Need, What You Need | Explicit | 9829 words

Overworked, under-rested, and a little sex happy, Louis accidentally sends his boss a rather explicit photo of himself. Being a personal assistant was never supposed to be this high risk.

11) Symptoms Of The Culture | Explicit | 14672 words

Harry's fraternity has become obsessed with the newest online game, and they'd like to think they're getting pretty good at it. Only, they keep getting killed by The Rogue, an online player who has no connection to the Frat, but seems to have a vendetta against them.

12) The Seed Inside You, Baby, Do You Feel It Growing | Explicit | 14796 words

Louis really wants Harry to get him pregnant.

13) Damn Your Love, Damn Your Lies | Explicit | 14860 words

“Of course you’d use your free time to go to the gym.”

“Your idea of the best way to spend your free time is annoying your neighbors,” he laughs, dimples carved into his cheeks like marble.

No, Louis likes to annoy Harry. Everyone else on this floor is just an unfortunate casualty.

“No one has complained except for you,” Louis informs him smartly. Which is actually a good thing. If someone other than Harry had complained to him long ago, he would have unfortunately had to stop.

14) Dreams Can’t Take The Place Of Loving You | Explicit | 15496 words

in which Liam is the go-to ring guy, Niall's relentless, Zayn is family, and Harry and Louis are disgusting.

15) Middle Ground | Explicit | 23561 words

Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

16) Etched In Salt (Is A Cathedral Of The World) | Explicit | 24416 words

Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he's stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is.

17) Like A Siren In The Night | Explicit | 24868 words

“There is an infestation in my home,” Louis hisses, righting himself quickly and pushing his way past Harry, heading directly for the kitchen. He’s rather haphazardly dressed himself, a coat thrown on over a loose flannel shirt and black pants, slippers on his feet.

Harry resists the urge to sigh, closing the door and trailing behind him slowly. “What kind of infestation?”

For all he knows, Louis is going to claim that there’s a ghost infestation. Harry has no idea what the end game is here – all he knows is that Louis has found at least three complaints a week to bring up since he’s been living on Harry’s property, and he’s been living here for six months.

It’s way too many fucking complaints, is what Harry is saying. Especially when most of them are ridiculous to start with.

18) Can’t Fool Me | Explicit | 30162 words

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

19) If Ignorance Be Bliss | Mature | 30429 words

Uni AU: Harry is too experienced, and Louis just wants to get to experience him.

20) Cupid’s Chokehold | Explicit | 35526 words

Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn't work out as planned.

21) And Touch Me Like You | Explicit | 35971 words

The one where Harry and Louis agree to be each other's New Year's kiss and it ends up being a lot more than they bargained for.

22) Falling Into Place | Explicit | 40757 words

Louis and Harry spend nine years apart but inevitably find their way back to each other.

23) Tangled Up In You | Explicit | 45152 words

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

24) It’s A Long Way Down | Explicit | 52658 words

It’s June 2013, and the legalization of gay marriage is the most discussed political issue in the country. As a member of parliament Louis Tomlinson has decided to do everything under his power to keep marriage between a man and a woman. Little does he know a boy with green eyes and pink lips from his past is on a mission to change his mind.

25) Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You) | Mature | 54609 words

Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles.

Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn.

He also starts to fall in love with Harry.

Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

26) Nobody Does It Like You | Not Rated | 58520 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis isn't looking for a home, but he finds one in Harry.

27) This Feeling | Explicit | 58875 words

A Larry Duet AU.

28) Into The Midnight Sun | Explicit | 63253 words

It's 1983, Harry embarks on his first world tour and Louis is a budding actor in LA. Life spent apart isn't easily adjustable, but somehow they make it work.

29) Why Can’t It Be Like That | Explicit | 63567 words

A fashion AU with a royal twist, where Louis doesn't need a stylist, Harry's thrilled to have a real life Barbie doll, and they're both very wrong about each other.

30) Waiting On You | Explicit | 76584 words

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

31) Cold Little Heart | Teen & Up | 194780 words

Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha child.

A few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something -odd.

In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, Abraham. Louis really could use the help.

32) Only You Can Be My Alpha | Mature | 196073 words

The one where Louis is banished from his tribe, and lands himself in Harry's instead. The alluring Pack Alpha makes Louis question his nature and he doesn't know how he feels about that. But you can't fight destiny.

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[ferricadooza]

i would LOVE list of abo recs if you have time!! xx

okay, i see y'all 👀 it took me a hot minute, but i finally compiled a list of abo fics i enjoyed for some reason or another, so let's get to it:

🐺 pray for some sweet simplicity by delsicle

the enemies to lovers motorcross au where louis' on his way to breaking some records while pretending to be an alpha in a sport that looks down on omegas and harry's the alpha reporter doing cover story about louis this season (237k)

🐺 cold little heart by seducedbycurls

the one where louis is a gentle omega mother who has only recently left his abusive husband when he meets harry - an ex-military alpha who offers to help louis out by babysitting in exchange for...cooking lessons? (194k)

🐺 where you lay by hampalpert

the complicated fwb fic where louis has fought hard to land himself his dream job, but all of that is threatened when he realizes his upcoming heat would put him out of commission for too long. his only option, really, is to spend his heat his with best friend's best friend (86k)

🐺 i want you so much (but i hate your guts) by becauselarry

the uni football au where louis is determined to make it big in the world of professional football. before he can get there, though, he has to make a name for himself on the alpha-beta football team he's been accepted to at his uni. harry styles, the team's captain, sure isn't making it easy for him. oh, and to make things even more difficult, louis has to hide the fact that he's actually an omega (83k)

🐺 fucking animals by pointerbrother

louis is the frontman of an equal rights movement for beta-omega relationships. he and his beta husband have been making their relationship work for a decade, so he should know. when louis former best friend harry styles comes home from his tour as a mega popstar, however, neither of them can deny the intense attraction they feel for each other as an alpha and omega. thus begins the open relationship fwb fic that turns out to be a whole lot more complicated than they originally thought it would be (116k)

🐺 cameras flashing by juliusschmidt

louis has worked his ass off to become the popstar of the decade, but when his right to the title is threatened by up-and-coming zayn malik, his team suggests a different alternative. louis needs to have a fake pr relationship if he wants to make sure his name is in the spotlight as much as possible before voting time so people remember his name. the proposed partner? average joe alpha harry styles (81k)

🐺 the compulsion to find love by toomanytears

literally the love of my life fic where louis is the first of a small pool of omegas admitted to a traditionally alpha-beta school. he's not very fond of alphas, but harry styles might just change his mind (140k)

🐺 a taste of desire by casuallyhl

take the abo you're familiar with and tweak it with a victorian au made absolutely whole with omega activist louis tomlinson who is here to fuck up alpha harry styles' life (104k)

🐺 saving symphony hall by helloamhere

inspired by the world of liarb, omega louis tomlinson is here to drag his friends along for the ride as they set out to save their local symphony. oh and he falls in love with an alpha along the way (124k)

🐺 until i found you by dimpled_halo

the one where aspiring alpha musician and current camboy louis tomlinson is offered the chance to open for mega popstar harry styles, who a pretty notorious knothead to the public and an omega in private (45k)

🐺 leave your mark on me by kingsofeverything

chef harry styles is an omega whose reputation is based on the outdated sexist idea that an omega must be bonded to have any professional ambitions. he doesn't want that for himself, so he reaches out to the black market for an alpha to bond with him and then leave him be. unfortunately, the alpha who ends up bonding him turns out to work at the very place harry's been hired as a new chef (32k)

as always, please heed the warnings before you read xx

[teamatsumu]

Finest Fluff #1

I finally decided to do some fic recs, and I’m starting with fluff since so many people asked for fluffy recs. Here’s a few of my favorite pieces by my favorite people xx

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Bucky Barnes:

Fly Me To The Moon by @jaamesbbarnes - A perfect mix of sweet and flirty. Dori hit every nerve amazingly and it’s a great comfort read!

Inked by @jaamesbbarnes - Tattoo Artist!Bucky. Need I say more?

Symphony by @sgtjbuccky - This had me cry all the right tears. Ltots of love, lots of love. 

I’ll Be Home For Christmas by @buckychrist - This was so fkn sweet it gave me cavities.

Mine by @irndad - This is the epitome of fluff. Plus the whole trope with ‘the amount of times A did this and one time B did’ is so cute oof.

This Is War by @soldatbarnes - There’s something so.... domestic about this concept? I read it ages ago but 10/10 would read again. Amazing writing.

Roomba by @buckyforbreakfast - All of this is so sOFT oof I couldn’t stop smiling as i read it!

Just A Little Ink by @jurassicbarnes - Perfectly written smutty fluff. It’s often hard to nail but manu did it splendidly!

Snowed In by @kentuckybarnes - hella domestic and soft, this is the perfect comfort fluff fic

5 First Kisses with Bucky Barnes by @bucky-plums-barnes - Ngl i cried at the last two ones this was written so so well

Breakfast and a Bucky by @prettyyoungtragedy - Flirty Bucky + Comedy + Fluff = a masterpiece

Make A Wish by @moonbeambucky - incredibly well written, my heart just MELTED

Karaoke Night by @trashpanda-barnes - I didn’t stop smiling all the way through this i nearly cried when it ended

Trust me, there’s so much more and I’ll do more recs as I read, but these caught my eye immediately and didn’t leave my mind since x

[isitstraightvodka]

can you rec me some fics to read? thanks liv!!!

of course! here’s some great ones:

symphonies of you by @theasstour

accidentally in love by @emotionally-imbruised

good girl by @sweet-ladyy

a simple favour and new virgin, old scene by @redspecialty

for the summer and a series of parental events by @waitingfortwilight

green eyed monster and holy spirit by @mrbenhardys

another world by @always-jackedup

the boy next door by @trulymadlysydney

honourable mentions: 

@meetyourmouths, @hestylesno, @heart-attack-harry, @isitjamiemoriarty, @smokeinherperfume, @majorharry, @gucciwoodnymph, @writingsfromlee, @pendantstyles, @iloveyouhaz, @itsgonnabe-brian-may, @frcmthefires, @blushmis, @perriwiinkle, @gwilymz, @anotheronebitesthedeaks, @borhapstyles, @tichtaylor, @joemhazzello, @hazzlot xx

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