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welcometololaland · 4 months

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NOW COMPLETE

Chapter 8 - A Family Affair

Do you like Tarlos? Do you like pets? If so, you have come to the right place, specifically this fic - a Tarlos love story set in a pet store by @strandnreyes and Lolaland

The Rainbow Fish | E | 911 Lone Star | 8/8

Despite being a big fan of animals, TK Strand has never owned one. He’s never had a reason to enter a pet store, until he gets caught in a torrential downpour. Carlos Reyes knows a lot about pet stores. It comes with the territory, considering he works at one. That being said, none of his in-store training ever taught him how to help a beautiful, rain-soaked stranger pick up the aquarium rock display they just knocked over. OR The Tarlos pet store meet-cute.

Chapter 1: The Rock Incident

Chapter 2: Carlos 1, Carlos 2, Carlos 3

Chapter 3: Employee of the Month

Chapter 4: Lou the Lizard

Chapter 5: Job Application

Chapter 6: Cat Rescue

Chapter 7: Epilogue Part 1: TK vs Cat, Carlos vs Lou

Chapter 8: A Family Affair

Thank you to @rmd-writes and @lightningboltreader for being our trusty beta readers!

#The Rainbow Fish #pet store au #911 lone star #tarlos #911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #strandnreyes #lolaland #co-written fic #alternate universe

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rynne · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Additional Tags: Wangxian's Eternal Honeymoon, Soft Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Married Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Top Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Bottom Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Floor Sex, Mischievous Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, wei wuxian's debatably self-lubing asshole, Dirty Talk, Bathtub Sex, (rip bathtub) Series: Part 9 of Honeymoon Every Day Summary:

After a long day traveling, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian just want to have a bath together. Those simple intentions don't last -- and neither does the bathtub.

#mdzs #my fic #mdzs fic #wangxian #co-written fic #honeymoon series #honeymoon every day

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undercat-overdog · 11 months

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Once upon a time, the brilliant @aipilosse and I realized that Annatar's name could be abbreviated as "Atar". We subsequently dub-conned each other into writing daddy kink. The result of this was the series (ann)Atar. Some fics in the series are also tagged with RoP, since they were inspired by show leaks (but written before it aired).

Previously in the anon collection, now unanon.

Atar - Like us, Celebrimbor realizes how Annatar's name can be shortened. Rough sex, a headhopping pov, and many "Oh, Atar"s ensue.

Atar Knows Best - teasing leads to rough blow jobs. We researched citrus horticulture for this.

Adar - genuinely one of my favorite fics that either Aipi or I have ever written and I'm proud of it. Inspired by learning that the show would have a character named Adar. Exactly 16969 words of smutty brilliance with... well, with lots of kinks. Sauron gets fucked in this one. He also disturbs dust motes to give himself a halo.

Gil-adar - inspired by another summer show leak, in which Gil-galad's actor said the character sees himself as something of a father for Middle-earth. Gil-daddy comes to Eregion to take control of two naughty boys, impact play in the first (and so-far only) chapter ensues. Solo written by myself.

Grown-up Conversations - Tyelpe gets himself into trouble, yet again. This one anticipated Haladriel. Omorashi and snotty, snobby Celebrimbor. Also jokes about threesomes with Turin. Solo written.

#my fic #co-written fic #aipilosse #celebrimbor #sauron #gil-galad #silvergifting #tbh daddy kink is so much easier to write when you can use atar/adar/ada/atya instead of daddy or father #partly inspired to deanon by annoyance at treating smut as a lesser or inappropriate genre #but also i really like these works!#oh cowriter i've gotten so much joy from these

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kat8porgs · 9 months

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Kinn Theerapanyakul: Bad Touch Cinematic Universe

A series of fics written by @queerebrum and @kat8porgs

All warnings will be listed in the tags on AO3, this series is quite dark with dub-con, non-con, underage, incest, & infidelity.

A First Time Shouldn't Hurt by @kat8porgs Rated E Gunn/Kinn, Kinn/Porchay Kinn makes sure Porchay's first time doesn't hurt. Because his did.

sen(TIME)mental by @queerebrum Rated E Kinn/Vegas, Pete/Vegas “I have something very important to ask of you, Pete.” Kinn said, handing the glass across the couch. The Beginning and the End.

First Time, Last Time by @queerebrum Rated E Kinn/OMC, Kinn/Kim Kinn’s frustration, fear, and worry peaks just before Kim stops, turning back towards him. Their eyes lock for just long enough to ease Kinn’s worries. “Thanks, Kinn.” “Of course.” Kinn replied, his plans settling into his mind. Kim comes back different. Kinn sets an example for him.

The Last Time by @queerebrum Rated M Gun/Kinn And in those moments, curled up in bed, body throbbing, eyes burning with tears he wouldn't let himself shed even in the privacy of his own bedroom, he’d begun the slow, deliberate planning of the day he would kill his uncle. But first, he had to take everything that mattered from Gun. Avunculicide.

A First Time Can Be Shared by @kat8porgs Rated E Porsche/Kinn/Macau Porsche is angry with Kinn for sleeping with Porchay. Kinn gives him something special to make up for it.

Something Unpredictable by @queerebrum & @kat8porgs Rated E Porchay/Macau, Porchay/Macau/Kim, Past Kinn/Kim, Past Porchay/Kim, Past Porchay/Kinn, Past Macau/Kinn “So…let me get this straight.” Macau sat across from Kinn in his sitting room, his legs thrown over Porchay’s lap. “Kim; as in, Kimhant Theerapanyakul, the ice prince of this family, is who you want us to seduce?” Kim falls for Macau and Porchay, which was Kinn's plan all along.

I'll Be Waiting (time after time) by @queerebrum Rated E Kinn/Kim, minor Kim/Macau/Porchay Kim was halfway dressed before he had actually made a decision to be, and waited until he’d closed the door to the bedroom before pressing call. Kim figures it out

the time is now (the night is young) by @queerebrum & @kat8porgs Rated E After I'll Be Waiting, Kim, Macau and Porchay talk about their past sexual experiences. They fuck too, but that's the best time to talk, right?

a shadow left behind by @queerebrum & @kat8porgs Rated E Vegas/Pete “You ruined my plans, Pete.” Vegas closed the distance between them, holding the jumper cables in each hand, tapping them together just to watch sparks dance. “And the worst part is you did it for him.” Pete has been there since the beginning. But maybe that means he, better than anyone else, can see that mistakes -- oh so many mistakes -- were made on all sides.

Tempered by Time by @queerebrum & @kat8porgs Rated E Vegas/Pete, Kinn/Porsche, Kinn/Porsche/Vegas, past Kinn/Vegas, The only part of the experience that felt real was Pete’s warm hand on the small of his back, grounding him in time and place. “Why?” He asked. “Why are we here?” “Fantastic question.” Kinn’s voice was sharp enough to knock Vegas back into his body. “Why are they here?” A setup

#fic #kinnporsche fic #co-written fic #CJ the partner everyone dreams and aspires of #pushing me past my whiny little whines about how writing this series is so hard #me sliding my fucked up little fantasies ceej's way #nothing says a good friend #like someone willing to indulge your whining and fucked up little fantasies

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wannaeatramyeon · 3 months

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Gun Park x Reader: Arranged Marriage

Requested (a few times! You like this trope huh.) G/N. Arranged marriage trope but this blorbo is soft for you.

Gun is concerned.

This marriage, this alliance, was to consolidate power between his clan and yours. Born of convenience. It was supposed to be a business partnership, nothing more. Cold and unfeeling-

Was unfeeling. But then the feelings crept in. Little by little, day by day, moment by moment. With every gaze, every smile, every word, Gun felt himself losing control. Slipping and falling.

Your presence was easy to adjust to. You were quiet, at first. Taking up little space and staying out the way. Except it became too easy for Gun. Having someone else in his home, a comforting presence of someone on the same side as him; that is there, for better or worse, even if it's just supposed to be on paper and nothing else.

Your gaze attentive, smile sweet and words sincere. Mind sharp and tongue even sharper. You continually helped him plot his next move, pointed out gaps in his defence he couldn't see, cared for him in ways he never experienced before.

Despite everything, despite what some would believe - Gun Park is human after all.

How could the feelings not creep in? How could the thoughts not linger late at night when he knows you're in the next room over, sleeping alone, instead of next to your husband (even if it's just supposed to be on paper and nothing else).

This marriage is of convenience, but it can be of other things too. Gun is never one to back down without a fight, and this is worth fighting, it’s worth dying on this hill.

He stops outside a florist and wonders what flowers you would like.

He pauses outside a restaurant and wonders if a date there would be to your taste.

He notices couples his age, spending time together, hands roaming and muttering in each other's ears, and wonder if you would like that too.

However. One step at a time.

As you cuddle up next to him that evening, watching a movie, a mundane activity, a mundane action expected of any couple - he wonders where this closeness has come from, if he started it or you.

Either way, Gun doesn’t want to wonder anymore. He's ready to confess.

#idc if the panel doesnt fit cos with the vibes cos LOOK AT IT #sorta written about this before called I do in Gun + Goo masterlist if yall wanted a similar thing #lookism #lookism x reader #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #gun park #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #park jonggun #wannaeatramyeon

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stevebabey · 1 year

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let the kisses linger

word count: 3.3k summary: Steve Harrington is not your boyfriend, not yet. So far you’ve had a couple sweet kisses and an infuriating amount of dates spent with him making you nervous. Now, you just want to kiss him like you mean it, more than a peck, and maybe ask him to be your boyfriend while you do it. Steve beats you to it, on both counts. [cheeky tiny makeout + gn!reader (but r is mentioned to wear a bikini) + first relationship!reader]

It starts with a touch.

You’ve come to learn it always does with Steve. Fingers skirting along any bare skin he can find, drawing a line on your waist when just a sliver is exposed. Along the ridge of your neck, curling his hand to rest against your shoulder. His fingertips tease at your neck, feather-soft touches that can make you shiver if you’re not expecting it.

You think he does it just to see the goosebumps that trail in the wake of his touch. From the way he always grins, like the cat that got the cream, you’re probably right.

Steve can’t help it. You’re so responsive.

Maybe it’s because it’s new, this thing between you and Steve — you’ve been on a couple dates together after a string of painfully obvious flirtations over the Family Video counter that Robin had been forced to witness. You’ve just not quite sealed the deal yet.

However, even though Steve’s had more girlfriends than he can count on one hand, this part? Never gets old.

The electricity. The dance, the build-up; getting to see how you react when you’re not quite expecting him to be as close and touchy as he is.

He adores all of it. The delightful shudder you give when he slips his fingers into your hair, gifting a soft scratch along your scalp when you two had gotten cozy during a film. Your gloriously warm cheeks give you away even though Steve can read exactly when you’re nervous.

You’re utterly precious to him — and Steve wouldn’t exchange your shy smiles, flushed cheeks, or your nervous little reactions that are all because of him, for anything in the world.

Maybe it’s because you’re new to this.

First date, first time holding hands, first kiss — you’ve given them all to Steve. With the seriousness he takes them all, wholly prepared to blow your expectations out of the water, you feel you can trust them with him.

But even with trust, there’s no quelling the sticky nervousness that runs free beneath your skin when his hands begin to wander.

At first, it made you freeze. Not sure how to relax under hands that just want to hold you, touch you, just cos’ they can.

You think it took, maybe, a whole hour for you to relax and let yourself slump against Steve on your fourth date, curled up together on the couch. You think Steve knew of your nervousness and thanked him silently for his nonchalance at your stiffness. Not one comment was made.

You had relaxed into his side eventually. Steve, of course, had then gone and wrapped an arm around you and pulled you back into his chest and you’d gone straight back to tensed up.

His arms were wound around your middle, hands resting on your tummy and you hadn’t a clue on how you were supposed to be calm about it. You had mentally cursed his pretty hands, and his warm arms, and prayed to whoever was listening to grant you some semblance of strength.

And then, the bastard had leaned down, lips ghosting the shell of your ear, and whispered, “Y’can relax, sweetheart.”

You could practically hear the grin, cursing how you tensed up more — and forced yourself to melt against him. His arms tightened, pulling you closer as if this had been his plan all along. Steve’s chuckle wouldn’t have been audible if you hadn’t been so close to him.

Yeah, he definitely knew how nervous he made you.

The difference between then and now? Now, you want his wandering touch. Steve had been so sweet and good in the beginning, a little bit of teasing to watch you blush and squirm, and then he’d back off. Make sure you were actually comfortable.

You’re not sure you’ll shake the nerves with him — it’s just a Steve thing. He’s gorgeous, you’re nervous, the sky is blue, yadda yadda.

But how do you send a different message — tell him that he’s started a hunger in you that’s not quite satisfied with fleeting touches — when all you can do is shiver and blush when he puts his hands on you?

However you do, you need to figure it out, like, stat.

Today, in the blistering swell of summer, it’s getting near unbearable. At the Harrington house, Steve’s invited the party around for a bit of a pool party and you think you might die if you get to see him shirtless for any longer without getting your hands on him.

Steve’s meanly decided to forgo his shirt. It leaves him walking around in only slightly too short swim shorts and a smirk that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You get a tasty eyeful of his warm tan skin on display through the patio doors, your eyes tracking each mole on his skin. He’s scooping the pool free of leaves and you honestly feel like this is the start of some shitty porno with you lusting over the pool-boy. You’re fairly sure he knows you’re staring which makes it worse. He’s evil.

The muscles in his back ripple as he cleans, biceps bulging deliciously and you might seriously start drooling at the sight—how did you get him to go out with you, again?

“You’re drooling.”

Beside you in the kitchen, big sunglasses pushing back her fringe, Robin manages to startle you with her silent appearance. You jump just a bit, tearing your eyes away from Steve — you hadn’t heard her approach.

Your hand flies to your mouth, wiping fast. Embarrassment flushes up when you swipe at nothing and Robin cackles at the sight.

You roll your eyes but it does little to deter the heat in your face.

“I’m just messing with ya,” She nudges her shoulder against yours, her grin looking far too cheeky for your liking. Like she could read into every thought that had just been streaming through your head. You silently hope not.

“I wasn’t- there was no drooling.” You say, the conviction in your voice weakening with each word.

Robin wrinkles her nose. “That was a lie of epic proportions. You so were.”

You pout a bit, embarrassment still shining through. Robin just grins further and adjusts her sunglasses. She heads to the fridge, pulls it open, and plucks out some orange juice, beginning to drink from the bottle.

“No shame.” She says lightly, between a gulp, then reconsiders after a moment, her eyes bright. “Okay, a little shame — you looked ready to jump him right here and now.”

Your face might rival the sun in heat right now.

“But he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?” It comes out a bit gargled from the juice she’s yet to swallow. Boyfriend comes out like bwoyfend. She continues after a swallow. “If anyone’s allowed to ogle, it’d be you, no?”

Uh oh. The B-word. The not-yet official name that you’re not sure you’re allowed to use in reference to Steve just yet.

“Um,” you cough a bit, wondering if you can skirt around the question. Yes some part of you sings, because you really really want him to be. You have to scold yourself for fibbing, even if it’s only in your head. Robin takes another swig, her eyes still on you.

“Not exactly.” You admit sheepishly, a hand coming up to rub the back of your neck. “We haven’t— he hasn’t- it’s not like that. Yet.”

Robin grins as she watches you fumble for words, screwing the cap back on the OJ. She leans her hip against the countertop, casting a glance out the window.

You go to follow her look and then think the better of it, focusing back on Robin. Like you need your blush to get any more fierce.

“Dingus is being stupid. He probably just needs a nudge.” Her eyes spy the thin cherry-red strap of your bikini, peeking out beneath your cotton shirt. “I’m sure that bikini will do the trick.”

She seems to hear herself, her eyes widening a moment later, slipping into a raspy ramble you know well. “Though, it should be said I totally believe Steve likes you for your personality. He’s not like— he wouldn’t just- he’s a multi-faceted man with many many layers!”

It all bursts out a bit frantic, so very Robin. You’re both amused at her insistence that Steve doesn’t just view you as eye-candy and grateful for the way she’s managed to melt off some of your nerves, huffing a small laugh at her dramatics.

“Who is?” Steve asks, voice cutting into the conversation.

You startle a moment, surprised. He’s standing in the doorway that leads out to the pool, both arms stretched above his head to grasp the top of the door frame, leaning into it. You can’t help the way your gaze instantly draws up along his arms, far too fixated on the delicious show of his muscles to properly focus on answering his question.

“Certainly not you, dingus.” Robin comments, already clocking the hazed expression on your face. She recognizes the same absurd flirting face on Steve she’d become far too familiar with at Scoops and takes her cue, orange juice in hand.

“People arrive in like 5 minutes, just remember!” The knowing in her tone makes you consider blushing again, just to be ashamed of how quickly she had read you for filth.

Steve certainly seems to know too. He drops his arms, waltzing in to meet you in the kitchen and you will yourself not to step back when he comes a little closer than expected.

“This is a nice little number,” he murmurs, voice low. His eyes are trained on your shoulder and before you ask what he means, his hand comes up, fingers toying with the strap of your bikini. Where his skin meets yours, fire streaks beneath it, like a connecting point of static electricity.

“You think?” You ask a little breathier than you’re intending. It nearly makes you scrunch your face up in cringe, feeling a familiar glow in your cheeks.

You don’t, only because when Steve nods, teeth scraping his bottom lip for a moment and eyes wandering over your face, he looks a little lovestruck. Like he can’t believe you’re real.

His other hand comes up, both his palms resting on your shoulders and he trails them down your arms lightly, soft touches, til both your hands are in his.

“Come show me out in the sunlight?” He asks, cocking his head back out to the pool. His hands tug you ever-so-slightly. You can’t help but oblige, letting him pull you out, barely holding back your smile as he does.

There’s just something about when he touches you. Steve Harrington is a man all about touch and you’ve been going crazy finding out just how touchy he can get when you’re the one in his heart.

You amble out onto the tiles behind him and squint just a bit at the change in lighting, the bright rays of midday casting down onto the backyard. It’s mildly warm out, balmy, and with just a hint of a breeze that ruffles your shirt for a moment.

Steve’s feet move nimbly to suddenly redirect you both — walking you both against the side of the house, til your back presses against the wall. You’re just out of view of the sliding doors, and you’d be foolish to think it’s not by design. Come show me out in the sunlight? His words echo in your head, inciting a familiar warmth in your cheeks.

“Steve—?”

“I’m gonna kiss you now if that’s okay,” He breathes, voice suddenly a lot heavier than it had been inside. Like it might actually ache inside if he doesn’t get his lips against your skin — like perhaps your lips held the antidote to a poison that was making his blood sing for your touch.

One of his hands releases your own to travel up, curling along your jaw, fingertips sliding into your hair. His eyes are still drinking in every detail of your face, affection mixed with something darker conveyed across his features.

His fingers caress along your scalp, thumb along your neck, tantalizing touches that you’re sure he’s not even aware he’s doing. But still, he doesn’t kiss you, waiting for a yes. God, he’s sweet.

Especially considering the answer is a huge fat unanimous yes.

It’s been a yes since the moment you saw him today. It’s been a thousand yes’ piling up in the weeks of seeing him, building up from the first time you kissed him and somehow bit his lip and he had only laughed and soothed it against your own.

Your yes has been growing inside you, the desire to kiss him like you mean it and leave him pink in the face and pretty.

It only takes one tiny please falling off your lips for Steve to close the gap, his lips brushing against yours. He kisses you, gentle for a moment - til a hunger overtakes and the kisses quickly turn hot and fast.

There’s urgency coiled up beneath your skin and it bursts to the surface at his kiss, the feeling you’ve been desperately craving. Steve gives you what you want gladly.

His grip in your hair tightens slightly, his kiss turning a little more fierce, and you keen and eagerly return it. His other hand has found your waist, startling a small gasp out of you when his warm palm covers your hip and bring you closer. His lips break away, just enough to take in some air and let you breath a moment, then he dives back in.

Kissing Steve, you’re quickly learning, is pure delirium.

His lips are soft and greedy and he steals kisses as quick as you can give them. There’s a quiet hum in the back of his throat, borderline a groan — and when you remember your hands, moving them from awkwardly hovering at your side to cup his face, fingers delving into his hair, the groan breaks free.

“You,” He pauses his attack of affection, lips still an inch from yours. Your eyes blink open, not aware of when they had closed. Steve’s scanning your face, looking for something, lips already pinker from your kisses. “You good? Not too much f’you?”

Your heart pounds a little faster at his care. His attentive gaze tracks your emotions to make sure he hasn’t pushed you too far, that you’re not overwhelmed by the affection. He’s so fucking nice.

You are overwhelmed, just a bit. It’s impossible not to when Steve kisses the way he does; so sweet, and like he envies anything that’s ever touched your lips. It’s pure passion, in a way you can’t even begin to describe.

The heat under your skin burns hotter. The places he touches you — his fingers in your hair, his hand on your waist, the press of his body against yours — all glow gloriously warm. Steve looks so stupidly hot, you nearly want to whine aloud about how unfair it is.

His chest is heaving a bit, a flush up his neck, his hair tousled from your grip on it. In the buttery sunlight, he’s golden and the same moles you had been staring at not 10 minutes ago look even more divine this close. You want to kiss each one, connect them with a press of your lips, and leave little marks of your own.

You want to devour him; you start and answer his question, with another kiss.

Steve’s surprise is only shown in his parted lips, a small gasp swallowed in the kiss, and you take it as an invitation, a hot swipe of your tongue across his lower lip. You take it between your own, a ghost of a nibble that makes him shudder delightfully beneath you.

Steve kisses back fervently and just when you think you’ve got the rhythm, sighing into his mouth, he pulls back. You make a noise of dissatisfaction and he chuckles lowly at it.

You don’t even get a moment to ask what’s wrong, your eyes still comfortably closed as Steve stays close, pressing his forehead down against yours. In a raspy whisper, just for you, he says, “Be mine?”

Your eyes fly open at that, some pocket of air whooshing out your lungs. He’s watching you intently, caramel eyes that give away his nervousness even if his voice hadn’t wavered. This close, you can see a smattering of freckles that dot his nose and you swear, inside your chest, your heart just sighs. He’s so pretty it hurts.

You’ve only been awed silence for a few seconds before his nose nudges yours, hand on your waist pulling you even closer. Before you can find your words, he asks it again— in between peppering soft kisses up the side of your face. “Be mine, please?”

“You- You wanna be my boyfriend?” You ask, not meaning to sound so disbelieving.

A nervous laugh titters out as you lean in closer instinctively. Your heart feels as though it’s going to beat out of your chest, as wild as a hummingbird’s wings, and it makes you grin— your lips curl up involuntarily, completely unable to help the way you beam.

“Of course,” Steve laughs lightly, nuzzling his nose against yours. Then, because he seems to have a pattern of being awfully repetitive today, his voice turns softer, all sincere when he whispers, “Of course.”

Damn him. Every time you think you’re close to settling those butterflies, to biting back the nerves that make your spine tingle, he swoops in and one-ups himself — does or says something else stupidly romantic so that all you can is grin like a dope.

You’re not proud of the giddy little noise that slips out of you when you nod excitedly, cheeks already starting to ache from how wide your grin is. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to stop smiling enough to kiss him again but Steve doesn’t bother waiting. The next kiss is a bit fumbled, both of you smiling too much to properly kiss but one or two more softens your smiles.

You kiss him hard, remember your hands and tug him close, closer, he’s not close enough — a pleased hum comes from your boyfriend’s throat and even the word in your mind makes you smile too much to keep kissing him.

A sharp rap against the sliding doors makes you whip your head to the side, both you and Steve looking perfectly guilty of being caught in your makeout. Slightly swollen lips, bitten and pink, on the both of you, not to mention the close proximity of the pair of you pressed against the house.

“Ahem,” Robin clears her throat from where she stands, out from the doorway since she had come looking for you. “Guests are arriving if you’d cared to notice.”

Part of you droops, entirely fixated on stealing a thousand kisses from Steve and maybe leaving a few marks of your own. His disappointed huff, barely audible, lets you know Steve is well on the same page as you.

Extracting yourself from his arms, you press him back with your fingertips planted in the middle of his chest. Steve turns back to you, groans aloud like he’s about to complain, and it just furthers your smile into a smirk.

“Plenty of time for that later,” You say, still sounding too giddy to come out as confident as you’re aiming for. Internally, some part of you sings, glad you’re finally confident enough in yourself that you verge from skittish nerves into playful teasing.

Your fingers on his chest twitch, walking up to the line of his collarbones and lingering on the base of his throat. Steve watches you closely, gaze a little hungrier than before, and then he huffs again, playfully slapping your hand away from his chest.

“Oh my god, I’ve created a monster!” He covers his face dramatically and throws his head back, egged on by the laughter that escapes you. The expanse of his throat is bared, hot tan skin that is begging to be littered with love bites. You take the thought and bookmark it, for later.

“C’mon then, boyfriend.” You say, just ‘cos you can. Steve grins. Your chest burns beautifully, in a way you never want to quench.

Besides, you can quell that hunger later. He is your boyfriend now, after all.

#SLAYYYBOOOO this was fun to write #i think i say that with every piece but #I WANNA MAKEOUT POOLSIDE WITH MISTER STEVE HARRINGTON #this was written originally to write a makeout and then it kinda got too long by the time i reached the makeout lmao #oh well #[inserts bernie sanders meme] I Am Once Again Asking Is It Coherent & Does It Flow #i knooooo that i have to write in batches but it always irks me cos im NEVER exactly in the same brain #anyways bleh who cares bout that #actually i do Blease give me Feedback #would u like more of this? more of the angsty stuff?#ruby writes #ruby writes steve #steve harrington #steve #harrington #steve x reader #steve x yn #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x yn #steve fic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve imagine #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #steve harrington oneshot #POSTED AT 11.11 BABEY

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magicandarchery · 17 days

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love is all around, look and see | rated e | 8,915 words

Oscar slips out of the room for a minute and comes back holding a decorated birthday cake. He flicks the lights off and sets the cake just slightly to the left of where Alex is seated, so the cake is in between the two of them. Henry turns to watch Alex, the way his eyes dance in the flicker of the lit birthday candles. Alex is looking back at him, though. He nudges Henry and tilts his chin down to the cake. It’s only then that he really notices that the even, cursive letters spell out ‘Happy Birthday, Henry.’ Or: 5 times someone else planned Henry's birthday celebrations + 1 time Alex did

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From @violetbaudelaire-quagmire and me to our dear @getmehighonmagic. We hope your birthday is amazing! MUAH

#fic: love is all around look and see #birthday fic #for angel #getmehighonmagic #my writing #co-written #violetbaudelaire-quagmire #rwrb #firstprince #first prince #red white & royal blue #alex claremont-diaz #henry fox mountchristen-windsor #alex x henry #otp: on our own terms

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themagicwhiskers · 2 months

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The Spring Poplars of Summer (ch. 1 of 8)

fandom: 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook

rating: mature

relationships: Fang Duobing/Li Xiangyi, Di Feisheng/Li Xiangyi, Di Feisheng/Fang Duobing/Li Xiangyi, Di Feisheng/Fang Duobing

(select) tags: post-canon, misunderstandings, humor, light angst, caretaking

also ft.: Huli Jing

by: Aerlalaith and reasonablyaloof

“Well?” Di Feisheng rumbled. “Ah,” Li Lianhua said, now sounding short of breath. “Well, if Di-Mengzhu is recalling the sweet promises we made to one another after drinking the wedding wine then I guess–” Fang Duobing froze. The what promises made to who after the what? (In which Fang Duobing eavesdrops, comes to several incorrect conclusions, and can’t stop drinking vinegar about it. Or thinking about it. Or–)

new fic with aerlalaith just dropped >:)

#mysterious lotus casebook #莲花楼 #mlc #fanfiction #new fic!!!!!#co-written by this iconic duo for the first time in [mumblemumble] years #get some while it's hot!!!!!!!!#if you saw me edit this post 3 times no you didn't

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admirableadmiranda · 3 months

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The beginning of the next arc!

Note the additions to the tag list, we’re in for an exciting time indeed.

#mdzs #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs fic #co-written fic #we meet at the thousandth step #pfenix writes fic

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rynne · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Original Characters Additional Tags: wangxian's everlasting honeymoon, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī and Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Have a Breeding Kink, Top Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Bottom Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Floor Sex, wei wuxian's debatably self-lubing asshole, Dirty Talk, Soft Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Married Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Series: Part 4 of Honeymoon Every Day Summary:

When Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian rescue a lost child on a nighthunt, it leads to conversations about the future and a reaffirmation of just how much they love each other. Also the opportunity to discover new and exciting kinks.

New honeymoon fic with @ladypfenix! (And shoutout to mdzs_owns_my_ass_i_guess for inspiring the title, which came from a post of theirs we adore.)

#mdzs #mdzs fic #my fic #co-written fic #wangxian #rated e

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