Bickering Cuties 🤭🥰

Hey author! I can't choose, it's too difficult! Soo I'm giving you this awesome opportunity to choose! 😁 (Or do everything your call no pressure)

A= aftercare

R= Risk

T= Turn ons

H= Hair

U= Unfair

R D Dirty Secret (please choose this please choose this pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease)

Oh my God, Anon well done!

I hadn't noticed that it formed ARTHUR until I started writing.

A: Arthur never does things by halves. After the intensity, he's infinitely gentle. He lies against you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your temples, rubbing his nose against yours. He checks that you're breathing well, that you're comfortable, that you've got water, a tender word on the lips. I love you, I'm here. You've been wonderful. Tell him what you want, and he'll do it. And when you fall asleep in his arms, his chest will swell with the quiet pride of having taken care of you like no one else ever will. Because you're his.

R : Risk? He doesn't care, as long as you agree. He could very well drag you to a risky place, kiss you against a wall, hands and lips wandering, dirty words that shouldn't be said in public or outside a bedroom. He flirts with the limit, but only if you agree - because in his world, you come first.

T ; You're what's driving him crazy. Watching you blush, hesitate… then surrender to him. Feeling yourself give in. Your nervous little movements, the moans you barely hold back, his name on your lips. He's obsessed with the sensation of being chosen by you, again,and again. And yes, the idea of filling you, of keeping you, of binding you to him in a way that no one can erase, makes him completely spin.

H ; He loves your hair, gently pushing it away from your face when you're sleeping, wrapping it around his fingers when you're both lying against each other. pushing it over your shoulder to kiss the back of your neck. He usually has his hair under control, but in the act it's a mess and he likes you to run your fingers through it.

U : Arthur doesn't always play fair. He knows exactly where to put his hands, where to press his gaze, what to say to make you yield or plead. He can be devilishly slow, provocative, and perfectly calm while you lose your head.

R D : Arthur has fantasies he'd never express unless prompted. Despite his calm, controlled appearance, he wants to let himself go. To be led. To be undone. Sometimes he imagines you taking control, gently but firmly, while he tries to behave, to be a good boy while you tell him what to do. He loves the idea of being laid bare, in every sense of the word. But it also terrifies him. What if he disappoints you?

only you.

helping bro with his tie every morning, hashtag just bro things

(+ ref i used)

I feel like JC has some weird gender shit going on. Not even in the normal sense; in the ‘assigned ruined woman by the narrative’ sense. Like. Wow. JC, you really gonna get called childhood sweethearts with your rogueish evil shixiong? JC, you really gonna be left alone with naught but a single child, a widow in all but name? Wangji is out there trying to assign himself widower vibes but JC is getting constant woman scorned and wronged wife energies forced upon him from get-go.

Even his father was like *looking at an eight year old* “I see my nagging wife in you”

THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING

his parents really took a glance at that toddler and decided to project the most unhinged gender possible on him. JC, assigned neglected wife at birth.

JC performs it so conscientiously too! It's so so so important to how he is with WWX and how he views himself. 9yo JC after he's known WWX: "there he is. the cad that will break my heart." and can't ever everrrrrr stop loving WWX or break away from the utter grip WWX has on him. JC has known since before WWX came into his life that he was made to be neglected/scorned, by the person supposed to stand by his side and to whom he's supposed to be loyal.

Also lmao at the left with a child thing. It's totally that, except JC WISHES he was a widow!!! He's not even granted that dignity by society! But nah he's the ruined woman who was seduced and abandoned by someone who promised her marriage and then went off and died after making her look for a fool, while she was making excuses for him, and everyone knows what a chump JC was for it! Was WWX lying all along? Was is ever even real ?

(JC gets the answer to that question when WWX breaks it off at the temple by telling him nah, it was only duty to JC's family that made stick by JC's side. Probably not how WWX meant it! But wow, way to put it the least personal possible way. WWX's most intimate organ in JC's body had nothing to do with feelings for JC or JC as a person. Way to make sure JC never, ever reaches out for fear of being that nagging, clingy, shrewish, needy embarrassment of a person)

go read High Hawk Season RIGHT NOW please and give it some love, i love the characterization in it <3

All I want is my partner back.

Vow

Lambert/Aiden (slightly angsty) reunion snuggles!

Smut under the cut.

For all Geralt was absolute crap at reading the room when it came to his own relationships, he was an expert when it came to those of his family. Something Lambert had never been more thankful for when the White Wolf made some absolute bullshit excuse and left Lambert and Aiden alone at the inn in their shared room after a shared dinner to "Talk or whatever. I'll be back in the morning."

He owed the older Wolf big time. First helping in tracking down Jad and then Aiden after they heard mention in a tiny village of a green eyed Witcher passing through some months ago. They'd worn no medallion and armour seemingly cobbled together from scraps, but Lambert had been adamant it couldn't possibly be anybody else.

He had absolutely no idea how he was even going to begin paying brother back, but that was a worry for when he wasn't sat in the middle of the narrow bed, stark naked and knuckles deep in his lover.

Aiden keened from where he was straddling the others hips as Lambert's need to take this slow warred with just pure need. The new scars criss crossing the Cats body - more sinewy than the last time they'd seen each other but no less appealing - were covered in red and purple love marks, the pupil of his remaining eye blown wide as damp strands of hair clung to his forehead and neck. The other had given as good as he'd got and had left Lambert's nipples deliciously tender from where he'd played with them until they were raw and he was pretty sure his back was absolutely covered in scratches by this point in the proceedings.

"Shit, Lambert please. I'm ready."

"You sure?" He asked, giving a shit eating grin as he twisted his fingers and caused the other to bite out one of the Elder curses Lambert remembered teaching him.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure. It's been almost two years. I'm not waiting a minute longer to have you in me."

Despite his insistence, Aiden's face still pinched in discomfort, followed by a brief bitter-sharp undercurrent of pain to his scent as he was breached.

"Woah, woah. You sure you're ok?" Lambert asked, stopping the others descent with a firm grip on his hips.

"I'm fine. Like I said, it's been almost two years."

Neither of them were sure how much time had passed until Lambert finally bottomed out, Aiden arching his back with a moan and a satisfied smile, "I missed you."

It was then it slammed into him like one of the mountain avalanches: This was Aiden! Aiden whimpering and writhing in his lap, Aiden tight and warm around him and so, so alive. Aiden was alive, and he was here!

"Lam?" A hand cupping his jaw brought him back. Concerned, green eye searching his face, "Where did you go just now?"

"Sorry, I -" Lambert faltered, fighting to keep his voice steady.

"Do you need to stop?"

"No! I mean." He buried his face in Aiden's shoulder, "I don't want to stop but can we....just stay like this for a bit?"

"Oh, Lam. Come here." Aiden said, changing his bruising grip on the other to a gentle hug whilst Lambert pressed his nose hard against Aiden's neck, feeling the other press kisses to the top of his head.

"Pup, you're shaking."

"I'm fine, I'm fine. S'just you being here. Doesn't feel real."

"... Lambert, I need you to listen for a minute. Alright?"

Lambert nodded before he felt Aiden gently guide his head until one ear was pressed over his Witcher slow heart.

"Hear that? I'm real, this is real. I'm here."

Lambert gave a small whimper in response, still trembling with the sudden emotional upheaval as his hands wandered over every part of the other he could reach, the Cat only pausing in his litany of reassurances to give a small gasp when Lambert's fingers brushed over where they were joined, "That's it. You feel that? Me and you together again. Just as it should be, and that's how it's going to stay now."

"You promise?"

Aiden tilted the Wolf's head up, amber eyes full of emotions usually banked deep, deep down as he brushed their noses together.

"I promise."

Dying for a fic where Jiang Cheng has a second in command who's the closest friend he has and has been by Jiang Cheng's side since the war, and Wei Wuxian is jealous as fuck-

if it's deweysquared omegaverse time I suppose I should share the abandoned plan I had over a year ago where they were a background pairing and their arc was like. connor is an omega and brandon is a beta who hates himself for it (bc he can't be what connor needs)