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abiiors · 8 months

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disclaimer: please don't copy, translate or reupload my work here or on any other platforms!

key: a → angst // f → fluff // s → smut // h/c → hurt/comfort // a/f → angst to fluff

matty blurbs

august━(s, f) | contains oc. cara is a on a holiday in italy and runs into a handsome stranger

canvas━(s) | painter!au. you're a nude model for a really hot painter and... well, you decide to make art together

cold shower━(s, f) | the ac is broken and in lieu of fixing it, you and he decide to take a cold shower

corruption━(s) | politician!au. your boss is Quite unhappy with how a tv debate went and decides you teach you a... lesson

crush━(f) | he has a crush on you and it's only minutes until showtime.

edinburgh━(f) | you have a broken leg resulting in the cancellation of your edinburgh trip

the frontman━(f) | he gets to meet his celebrity crush (you) at an award show

i like it when you sleep━(f) | he sings you to sleep

jealous boyfriend━(a) | he gets jealous of your actor costar after he watches you shoot an intimate scene

jealous boyfriend pt 2━(a/f) | he apologises for being jealous and acting immature

just let me━(a/f) | you won't let your best friend help you while having a slight mental health crisis until he snaps

miserable together━(f) | both of you wake up sick together

mother hen━(h/c, f) | you're sick and he takes care of you

naps━(f) | he's super tired and you help him take a nap

onesie━(f) | you both go onesie shopping for your baby. onesie pt 2━(f)

on wednesdays, we wear pjs━(s, f) | you hate wednesday mornings to begin with and your very warm, very sexy bf makes it impossible to get out of bed

palimpsest━(f) | matty's giving you a tour of manchester and can't help but reminisce about the things that have changed

quiet━(f) | you're still getting used to dating your famous bf

rainy tuesday night━(f, s) | it's still early stages of dating and you're forced to spend a night in because of the rain

sick day━(h/c, f) | he's sick and you take care of him

slit━(s) | you're his date to an award show and the dress you're wearing has a Very high slit

stay━(a) | you run into your ex a year after breaking up

west coast━(s) | road head

wired autocomplete━(f) | you both do the wired autocorrect interview together

your lips, my lips━(f) | dancing in the kitchen with the love of your life

ross blurbs

anniversary━(a/f) | it's your anniversary but he's busy touring on another continent

bass strings━(f) | he teaches you how to play the bass

drunken nights━(f) | he takes care of you while you're super drunk

exhaustion━(h/c, f) | you've been working away non-stop and are at the brink of exhaustion until he makes you take a break

homecoming━(f, s) | he comes home from tour after a long time and you can't seem to keep your hands off each other

helpful━(s) | after a boring one night stand and your vibrator breaking, you're really frustrated at work the next day. he offers to help

hungover mornings━(f) | he takes care of you when you're really hungover

limbo━(h/c) | after a really hectic couple of days on the road, you're really overwhelmed and exhausted

lessons in patience━(s) | your husband's busy working but you're feeling super impatient and needy. turns out, he knows how to tame a brat

marital bliss━(s, f) | an italian honeymoon with your husband

morning routine━(f) | a sweet, quaint morning with him

small comforts━(f) | he takes care of you when you get your period

so you're tired━(a) | you travel to paris to win him back after a breakup but it might just be too late

tomorrow━(a/f) | he isn't dealing super well with the fact that tour’s going to make him miss important days in your relationship

what’s his name?━(s) | a slight bit of jealousy can't hurt when it means getting railed backstage

george blurbs

in stages━(a/f) | five times he almost confessed and the one time he finally did it

red hearts━(f) | dying his hair

support━(f) | he's there to support you at your book launch event

three's a party━(s) | after a lackluster date, you meet two strangers at a pub who make the night thrice as more fun (ft. ross hehe)

HAUNT // BED (MATTY)

do me a favour━(a) // prequel part 1━(a, f) part 2━(a) part 3━(s, a) epilogue━(a, f)

BIRTHDAY BASH (MATTY)

firsts - monday (first birthdays as a couple - his birthday)━(f) special girl - tuesday (first birthdays as a couple - your birthday)━(f) to build a home - saturday (34 headcanons)━(f, s) red lips - sunday (birthday smut)━(s)

WRITE ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO (MATTY)

book - monday (early matty, pre-notes/bfiafl)━(f) boyfriend - tuesday (boyfriend matty)━(f) baking - wednesday (dad matty)━(f) birthday - thursday (trope night)━(f) bet - friday (slutty matty)━(s)

WEEKENDS IN MANCHESTER (MATTY)

the meet (cute?)━(f) i'm not stalking you, i promise━(f) i know a place━(f) gathering of strangers━(f, s) say that again━(f, s) i'm so obsessed with you━(s)

KEEP YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER (GEORGE X OC)

masterlist matty and cleo have been best friends for almost a decade; inseparable, until she left for new york. but now she's back—abruptly and clearly hiding things from him—and staying at matty's place until she can figure something out, all while trying not to kill his infuriating housemate george...

PROMPTOBER 2023 (THE 1975 X READER)

masterlist a series of short one-shots from my autumn-themed prompt list

marital bliss━ross

#the 1975 #masterlist

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thelongestwalk · 7 months

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belizabeth brassica and citrina rocks, based on 'the painter's honeymoon' by frederic leighton

(a few months ago, the unmatched FanaticofBeads on twitter approached me with the comm.ission of a lifetime and now it's finally finished!)

#my art #commission tag #acoc #sweet religion #dimension 20 #belizabeth brassica #citrina rocks #citrinabeth #idk if i'm using this right but this commission was my roman empire #i am obsessed with it and had to stop touching it up for my own good #so grateful to beads for the encouragement and for giving me the opportunity to paint this!

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 month

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The Experiment

Note: requested by anon! You gave me a lot of creative control, so I hope I captured what you wanted. Also thanks to @foxyanon for helping me decide what kind of business he's in ;)

Warnings: 18+! fluff/smut.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You married Sihtric at first sight.

wordcount: 4,8k

Masterlist

You still couldn't believe how handsome your husband was. So very, unbelievably handsome… and not only that. Oh, no, for he was handsome, but he was also incredibly hot and ridiculously sexy. You couldn't keep your sunglasses-hidden eyes off him as you sat on a lounge chair beside the resort's swimming pool, making sketches and doodles of his features while he was making business call after business call. And those never ending business calls were the only thing so far you didn't like much about him. He had told you he was a businessman through and through, running a successful woodworking company. And successful it surely was, for Sihtric was showing it off by sporting fancy watches, expensive shades, designer blouses which, for some pleasant reason, always hung open to show off his ripped body, and in his tattooed hands he always held one of the latest smartphones, which he used for business of course.

Him doing business wasn't your main concern though, you were a successful painter afterall, so you knew all about doing business and you understood like no other that some deals just couldn't wait. What actually bothered you about your husband doing business at this very moment was that you were on your honeymoon, and a honeymoon was no place for business. At least, not that kind of business. This five day getaway you were on right now was arranged in order for you and Sihtric to get to know each other, you had been married at first sight nonetheless, and you had only said 'I do,' about 48 hours ago after having just met him moments before saying those very words. So who exactly your husband really was, underneath that smoking hot appearance of his, was still a mystery. A mystery you were eager to solve.

To your horror you found out that your friends had signed you up for the marriage experiment about two months ago, and you quickly received the news you were chosen when a match was found. You would've never participated in something like this on your own account, but you understood why your friends had signed you up. You had been single for years, always with your head between the canvases and your clothes smudged with paint. You were not interested in the dating scene, as men would only take advantage of your looks and your wealth, so you were never really in a position to meet a potential life partner on your own. You simply didn't trust anyone you met through the various dating apps you had tried before, so when you gave this experiment a thought, you figured it wasn't all that bad of an idea to be matched blindly to a husband in an "arranged marriage", however medieval that may sound.

And therefore before you knew it, you were dressed in the most beautiful wedding gown and you walked down the aisle on your own, towards your future husband; one Sihtric Kjartansson. And he looked dashing, dressed in a fancy all black tuxedo with matching black shoes, his hair braided and the sides recently shaved, and that was only what you could see from the backside. It was when he turned around that you felt a hint of relief, for he was remarkably stunning, and you felt a rush of excitement when you noticed the tattoo on his neck. His facial hair was well kept, his smile showed you a good set of teeth, and also indicated that he didn't hate the way his mystery bride looked, and when you were close enough you noticed his beautifully mismatched eyes.

You awkwardly greeted each other and you both giggled like teenagers once you were holding hands as the officiant began the ceremony. You saw his fingers were tattooed and you felt his hands were a little clammy, like yours, and you also noticed how couldn't keep his eyes off you and had to fight a shy smile each time you looked up into his eyes.

Everything seemed to happen so fast, and you tried to focus on the beautiful man in front of you as he vowed to love you, to honour you and to protect you for as long as he may live. But before you could truly comprehend what you were participating in, you were suddenly brought back to reality as you were pronounced husband and wife, and you knew that everyone who was there to witness the marriage was expecting to see a first kiss too. Sihtric gave you a look, a silent question if it was okay to give you at least a peck on your lips, to which you shrugged shyly and then nodded. Your husband smiled just as shyly as you, and as he leaned in he cupped your cheek with one hand and gave you a quick but rather firm kiss, which took your breath away while both your friends erupted in cheers and whistles.

During the wedding dinner you were given some time to interact, and so you found out about his job and also that, after he had joked around one evening with some friends who were his best men at the wedding, he had applied for the experiment. To his surprise he was matched, with you, and he confessed he felt like he wasn't truly there in the moment, as everything felt like a strange dream.

'A good dream, though,' Sihtric quickly added, not wanting you to think he had regretted his choices, 'but it's a lot.'

You agreed and told him you felt the same, admitting how nervous you had been the whole day.

'Oh, me too,' Sihtric snorted, 'I panicked a little this morning. But,' he cleared his throat and seemed to consider his next words carefully, 'I, eh, yeah… when I turned around and saw you, my worries instantly faded away.'

You blushed and tripped over your words as you nervously picked at your food, not able to make a proper sentence or reply to him as he simply had you speechless by just his good looks, his charm and his sweet yet sexy smile. You just couldn't think straight whenever he spoke, for his honeyed voice was so warm and calm, and it weakened your knees the more he leaned in and the softer he spoke to you as the dinner progressed. You could listen to him talk forever, and you wondered why on earth a guy like him couldn't find a partner on his own.

'The dating scene is… harrowing,' he said, 'and I'm constantly busy too, I have no time to go out and date.'

'So you thought rushing into marriage was the best option?' you joked.

'Oh, it wasn't the best option, lady,' Sihtric grimaced, then chuckled, 'it was my only option.'

You both laughed and, to both of your displeasure, were interrupted when some of the guests present wanted to hold a speech. Both yours and Sihtric's friends had made speeches, in which you were told more about each other by the people who were close. So far there wasn't a single thing you didn't like about your husband, and he seemed pleased to find out you were a well known painter.

'So you are a busy person too, I take it?'

'I am,' you agreed while finishing your dinner, 'but I work from home, so I decide how much and when I work,' you shrugged, then looked at his plate, which still had some pasta left, 'are you going to finish that?'

Sihtric smiled and looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes, 'I actually was going to finish this,' he chuckled, 'but whatever's mine is yours now, right?' he winked and shoved his plate towards you.

'Husband of the year,' you mumbled with a grin.

Sihtric laughed and failed to keep his eyes off you, and he told you he also worked from home but that, unlike you, he couldn't just decide to call it a day.

'I receive calls and emails day and night,' he said and sipped his wine, 'that's something you need to know about me. Not everyone can deal with that.'

'I suppose it will be okay,' you smiled.

But you found out during your honeymoon that it wasn't that okay for you, and when an incident occurred while he was on his phone, you both got to see a whole different side of each other.

After the wedding dinner you were both exhausted and left the party early, finding alone time with your husband in the hotel suite down the road from the party venue. The entire day had been overwhelming for you both, and you desperately wanted to shower and get out of that tight fitting dress, which became suffocatingly tight after you had finished Sihtric's pasta.

The hotel room was decorated romantically by your matchmakers, with candles and rose petals all over the place. Sihtric, being somewhat old fashioned, insisted on carrying you over the doorstep and you immediately felt his strong arms were a safe haven. He carried you over to the bed and you both awkwardly stared at each other as you sat on the sheets, both still fully dressed.

'Can you, eh, maybe help me get out of his dress?' you asked with burning cheeks when you realised you could not undo the zipper on your own.

Without hesitation Sihtric jumped up and first helped you take off your heels before he led you to the bathroom, where he carefully unzipped your dress and traced his fingertips lightly over your exposed back as he locked eyes with you by looking into the large mirror above the sink. You smiled sweetly at each other, and Sihtric then told you the dress was fully unzipped so you wouldn't need his help anymore, and he left you alone to shower and dress comfortably.

After your husband had showered too and appeared out of the bathroom wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt, you felt flustered and it became clear to Sihtric too, who went out of his way to crack a few silly jokes to make you feel comfortable around him, and to show you he was not as intimidating as he may look, before he joined you in bed. You went over the events of the day together as you enjoyed the silence around you, laughing at how ridiculous everything was once you thought about it, and you both kept moving a little closer in bed as the hour progressed.

'I think I got really lucky,' Sihtric hummed softly while he stared at you.

You shyly agreed you felt lucky too and told him you thought he was way out of your league, to which Sihtric in turn confessed he felt the same about you. And it was inevitable that, as you continued to stare into each other's eyes while you laid next to each other, you eventually felt his lips pressed lightly onto yours. He pulled away again quickly though, still afraid to cross any boundaries with you and afraid that he may want more affection than you, but once you palmed his cheek and leaned in towards him he wasted no time in capturing you into a rather needy kiss that left you both breathless and with warm cheeks.

The next morning you were to be at the airport before noon to catch a flight to a warm island, where you would celebrate your honeymoon and really get to know each other. During the flight Sihtric couldn't really answer any emails or calls, so it was quite a pleasant trip as you were comfortably cuddled up against him while you were mindlessly sketching in your notebook. Sihtric quietly enjoyed watching you create the most amazing creatures and landscapes out of nothing, and it captivated him. He had looked you up online the night before already, as you took a shower, and he was surprised to see how successful and talented you were, but he was also surprised to see that somehow your arranged marriage had already made headlines. You saw it too before you boarded the plane, after your agent had texted you the articles, and you hated how Sihtric was now suddenly dragged into your ridiculous tabloid life, but he took it rather well and shrugged it off as he had made headlines too with his own company from time to time.

Once landed and en route to the resort you noticed how Sihtric's phone was constantly ringing and vibrating, and it seems the amount of calls and emails were just never ending. You figured it was because he hadn't been available during the wedding the day before and also not during the flight, so he had to catch up. He tried his best to give you his attention while he took call after call, and you told him not to worry about it. The day after, however, you became a little worried about it, as the non-stop calling had continued through the night and still continued through the day as you sat beside the pool. You had noticed Sihtric slip out of the bed numerous times in the night to make a call on the balcony, and you could hear it truly was about numbers and deals while you pretended to be asleep. You didn't mention it to him, as he was so sweet and caring whenever he was not using his phone, but it began to irritate you.

'So… your friends said during their speeches that you are adventurous,' you brought up when Sihtric finally sat down next to you again at the poolside, 'how about we go do something fun?'

Your husband was game immediately, but before you could get up and make way to the hotel room, he already received another call. And this continued as you left the hotel too. Sihtric apologised after every call, and you tried to take it as best as you could. To your delight he was really present during the activities you planned last minute, such as ziplining and cliff diving, and you truly understood why you were matched up as your energies matched entirely. Sihtric realised it too, and you both discussed it during dinner that evening.

'I could fall in love with you,' Sihtric said, 'if I haven't already.'

'I could too,' you smiled, 'whenever you're not on your phone,' you added lightheartedly.

'I know,' he sighed, 'I know it's a problem, and I'm really trying… you know, to make this work.'

'I know,' you agreed, 'and I know I said it wasn't going to be a problem, but it's… I didn't expect it would be such a big part of your daily life. I'm trying not to make a big deal out of it, but it's pretty rough. I mean, we're on our honeymoon,' you shrugged lightly, 'so…'

'I know, you're right,' Sihtric said and he sighed when his phone rang again.

You both stared at the incoming call, and you were pleased when your husband didn't answer the call and instead took your hand.

'How about we go have some fun tonight?' he asked with a cheeky smirk.

And a fun time you had later that night. Your husband had switched off his phone and took you out to a random club on the island, where you had drinks and danced the night away while touches lingered, smiles were contagious and kisses were stolen from each other's lips the whole time. And the night proved you had been right before; you could truly fall in love with Sihtric, even if he was still a stranger to you in many ways. And it was evident that your husband felt the same way, for his hands held your waist while you danced together, all warm and sweaty from the crowded place and the tropical temperature outside, with your buttocks pressed against his groyne and his lips grazing your ear as he spoke.

'Fuck,' his half drunken laugh sounded in your ear while his hot breath caressed your cheek, 'I think I'm in love with you, darling.'

'I think I'm in love with you too, babe,' you giggled and turned to face him, his hands never leaving your body and pulling you closer once your eyes were locked with his.

'Is that the alcohol talking?' Sihtric asked after he had leaned in, resting his temple against yours while you continued to move to the beat.

'No, I'm not drunk,' you laughed, your hands finding his warm neck and keeping him close, 'maybe a little… are you?'

'Maybe a little,' he grinned, 'but… you really like me?'

'I do,' you half shouted over the music, 'do you really like me?'

'Of course I do,' Sihtric smiled and lifted your chin up with a tap of his fingers, and he brought his lips towards yours, touching lightly, 'you're my wife.'

He then kissed you for a long moment as if no one was around, and you felt one hand slide down your frame and to your thighs, while he still kissed you, and he snuck his hand underneath your short dress while his other hand landed on the back of your neck. He dragged his lips back to your ear and laughed mischievously before he spoke.

'This,' he breathed with a smile as he teasingly dragged his fingers over your thinly clothed folds, 'is mine,' he chuckled and bit your ear playfully, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine as your breath hitched in your throat.

'Is that so?' you taunted with your hands on his chest, underneath his fancy and unbuttoned designer blouse.

'It is so,' Sihtric claimed, and your lips crashed into yet another fiery kiss.

'We never consummated the marriage,' you said after the kiss was broken, 'did we?'

'We did not,' your husband agreed, and you both smirked at each other, 'finish your drink, and I'll call us a cab back to the resort.'

You gulped down your drink and excused yourself to the toilets before leaving the club, and you told Sihtric to go and call a cab outside and that you'd meet him there. You found him at the side of the road shortly after, and he was on his phone. You walked up to him and, as you expected he was calling a cab, moved closer to kiss his cheek. But you stopped abruptly when you heard Sihtric speak of huge amounts of money and the name of his business fell in the conversation too. A sudden irritation took over, which Sihtric noticed, and he gestured as if apologising to you for making, yet again, another business call. When he finally hung up you found out he hadn't called a cab yet, which annoyed you even more because that meant he had taken a business call immediately upon stepping out of the club, and so you told him in your anger that you'll be inside again and that he should come find you once a cab would finally arrive. Sihtric was confused and not sure if he should follow you back inside the club or call that cab, as he had no experience yet with a slightly angered version of you, and so he thought it was safer to keep his distance and remained outside. He called a cab and, naturally, made a few business calls while waiting.

To make your annoyance worse you realised Sihtric hadn't followed you back inside the club, but had instead stayed outside, and you sighed at the thought that all men are dumb and need to have everything spelled out for them. You wanted him to follow you, you wanted him to take your hand and say sorry and kiss you, you wanted him to hold you in his arms while you'd wait outside for the driver to arrive… but none of that happened. Instead, what did happen was that some guy recognized you, as he clearly was a fan of your work, and because he was a fan of your work he thought it was appropriate to grope you. You punched the man between his eyes in response and, moments later, Sihtric saw how a huge security guard had picked you up in his arms to kick you and your "fan" out of the club.

'What the hell happened?' Sihtric scoffed as he immediately came over, 'our ride is here-' he stopped talking when he saw your reddened first and the man's bruised nose, 'wait, did you punch that-'

'Yes!' you snarled, cutting him off as you walked over to the cab, 'while you should've punched him for me! But you were too busy with your stupid business. You vowed to protect me, well, guess what!?' you threw your hands up, 'you already failed as a husband!'

You got in the backseat of the cab without looking back at your husband, and he quickly snapped out of his surprised state to follow you and jump in the car too. The ride back to the resort was completely silent, Sihtric knew he fucked up and he knew you were right. He had already broken one of his vows, and you hadn't even been married for three days. His phone kept buzzing the entire ride, but he knew better than to answer any business calls right now.

'Are you okay?' Sihtric asked as you both walked up to the resort entrance, after he had paid the driver.

'Fine,' you said curtly, walking ahead of him, and he had to skip to keep up with you.

'Are you hurt, baby?' concern clear in his voice.

'No.'

Sihtric then took your hand to stop you from walking and made you face him.

'Are you mad at me?'

You didn't answer, you just gritted your teeth and clenched your jaw before you looked up at him, furious at his stupid question.

'Baby?'

'You vowed to protect me,' you said again, pulling your hand out of his, and you shrugged, 'and you weren't there.'

'I know, and I'm sorry,' Sihtric said with regret in his eyes, 'but I had to take-'

'Take a call, I know,' you rolled your eyes, 'that's all you seem to do.'

'Well I'm sorry!' he raised his voice and threw his hands up, 'I'm sorry, okay! I told you I'm a busy guy-'

'We are on our honeymoon!' you snapped, 'I am also a busy person! But you don't see me painting here for hours on end or arranging venues for my next exhibition, do you?!'

Sihtric opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted when his own phone buzzed again and added fuel to the already explosive fire.

'I… I really have to take this,' he mumbled painfully embarrassed, and you watched him bring his phone to his ear, but before he could reach it you snatched it out of his hands.

'Sihtric is on his honeymoon!' you shouted at whoever called him and flung the device across the street.

You both watched as his phone bounced on a firm green bush, and then off the cliff on which the resort was located, and a vague shattering sound was heard seconds later which told you his phone had landed on the rocks near the beach below. Sihtric stood there, frozen, his hand still next to his face and shaped as if he was holding his phone, while you stood there gaping at your own actions. You swallowed hard and looked at your husband, who was in a complete state of shock and couldn't seem to close his mouth, like you, except you suddenly began to chuckle which turned into a howling laughter. You covered your mouth as you couldn't help your laughter at the absurd moment, and to your surprise your husband suddenly snorted and bursted into a laughing fit himself.

'You… you just ruined a deal which was worth about three million,' he laughed and then covered his mouth with his hands as another state of shock hit him, 'sweetheart- you… you just… oh, gods,' he gasped, and began to laugh again, but it was a maddening laugh this time.

'Only three million,' you snorted, 'that's pocket money for you, isn't it? You'll live.'

Sihtric laughed and then sighed, rubbing his face, 'Yeah, I'll live,' he said and shook his head before he laughed again, 'fucking hell,' he scoffed.

'Besides,' you shrugged and finally stepped through the resort entrance door, 'I'm worth more than three million.'

You stopped walking when you noticed Sihtric was still more or less nailed to the ground after losing a huge business deal, his hands on his braided hair, and you turned to face him.

'So are we going to consummate this marriage now, or what?!'

'Good gods,' Sihtric mumbled to himself, with a smitten smile on his face as he watched you storm towards the elevator, 'she's insane and my wife. I really did get lucky.'

He stalked towards you as you waited impatiently for the elevator, and he had wrapped his arms around you and pushed you inside with him. A short and surprised yelp left your mouth, but you were quickly silenced by your husband's lips while his hands roamed all over your figure as the doors closed.

'You're really something, aren't you, sweetheart?' Sihtric husked in between kisses.

'Something too much for you?' you raised a teasing eyebrow and bit down on your lip as you smirked, your hands lightly tugging at his unbuttoned blouse.

'Oh, I can handle you, darling,' your husband gave you a cocky look, 'don't worry about that.'

'I don't doubt that,' you said, 'but the real question is,' you paused and exhaled sharply as you traced your fingers down over his skin, from his neck to the leather belt which held his jeans, 'can my husband satisfy me?'

With that question unanswered, the elevator arrived at your floor and you stepped out, swaying your hips a little extra as you walked to the room, and your husband surely enjoyed the view as his eyes were fixated on you while he followed you and already imagined how he was going to satisfy and ravage you, you know, as a good husband does.

Sihtric slammed the door shut behind him and he reached for your arm, pulling you towards him and kissing you deeply with a newly discovered hunger and passion. His hands were all over your body and in your hair, his tongue in your throat and his trapped arousal poked you almost bruisingly as you were pressed against him. You melted in his touch and got lost in his kiss, hastily taking off his blouse and your hands were fast to work his belt as you pulled him towards the bed and unzipped his jeans. His fingers slid underneath the straps of your dress, and he lowered them along with his hands down your shoulders.

Once naked you laid down on the bed and Sihtric climbed on top of you, while the room filled itself with the thick and warm breaths you both took in between the constantly sloppier getting kisses. You gasped when your husband pushed his length inside you, after the teasing became unbearable at last, and your eyes widened in surprise while your lips curled into a dazed grin as you felt the size of him.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed and chuckled darkly when he looked at you, 'yeah, you better like that,' he kissed you and bit your lower lip lightly, 'because that's the only cock you'll be getting from now on.'

You squirmed at his possessive yet harmless words and giggled as your lust filled eyes trailed down his body and back up to his eyes, and you smiled almost wickedly.

'Well… you're not the only one who got lucky then it seems,' you purred, after which Sihtric smiled and kissed you, before he fucked you with a mixture of lust, fresh love and a slight hint of anger as you truly challenged his authority in this marriage just moments ago.

His hands grabbed your hips as he rutted against you, hitting all the right spots for you as you clawed at his biceps.

'Oh, god,' you moaned, your eyes nearly rolling back, 'right there,' you breathed as the bed creaked beneath you and the headboard rhythmically banged against the wall.

'Right there?' Sihtric husked as he showed no sign of slowing down, 'yeah? You like that?'

You murmured inaudibly as you could only moan and gasp at the way he completely ruined you, albeit lovingly and passionately, fucking you right out of your mind. And after you came screaming his name, he followed shortly and fucked you through his high with slow, deep strokes, and he brought his lips to your ear as his arms were wrapped tightly and safely around you.

'All… fucking… mine,' your husband rasped before he kissed you again.

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Something to Remember (Until I See You Again)

I'm in my plotless fics phase, but hopefully soon I'll return with the ones I have ongoing :D

Nikolai Lantsov x Fem!Reader-----1.5K----- I'd say (N)SFW (check tags pls**)

Summary: When Nikolai is about to go on a business trip, he is decided to have a night to remember during his absence from his Queen.

Tags: Established Relationship| Fluff| Implied Smut** but I didn't write it sorry| Implied Breeding Kink I guess (?) yeah I'm becoming filthier in this blog too|

Nikolai walked with his hands filled with the remaining paperwork of the day, the bell tower chiming midnight, echoing in the almost empty hallways, the guards walking in pairs to go toward their watches, which he nodded silently as he passed by.

He looked at Tolya’s figure flanking the familiar double door of his bedroom.

“Is Leonid still not recovered from his cough?” He said, balancing the folders with one hand, trying to open the door. Tolya turned the handle for him.

"I'm afraid not. But I've arranged for Maxim to cover his place during our journey to Os Kervo. Daniil should be on his way to take over my post tonight.”

Nikolai nodded. “Very well, Tolya. You should go rest, too." They were going to leave before breakfast tomorrow, which meant that he wanted to pass some time with his Queen before he went on a business travel for some weeks. Alone.

He had pouted then, looking at you with his best puppy eyes, your body curled around his lap. "But my sweet, we haven't traveled together ever since our honeymoon."

“We shouldn’t let the capital alone if don’t need to,” you replied. “Besides, I can’t go anywhere until that new school is all built and running smoothly. Count Alekhin has taken a like to do things behind my back.”

"I knew I should've let his younger brother trample with his carriage," Nikolai sighed, disappointed.

“At least we know that Count Alekhin would say yes to anything over an empty bottle of brandy.” You shrugged. “I can’t say the same for the younger one. Besides,” you added, poking his right cheek. “We both know you wouldn’t focus on work if I were there.”

He couldn’t himself from winking. “Your wistfulness would never cease to amaze me, love.”

So it was decided then.

Tonight, his steps were muffled, careful that his new boots didn't squeak on the marble floor as he crossed the chamber toward the door past the living room. This time, he juggled with the papers and the doorknob, the lock clicking open.

The room was bathed in a dim hue of orange, ivory bedsheets tossed aside by your sleeping form as the lamp was next to your side of the bed, its glow casting halos around your hair, the left sleeve of your nightgown falling down your shoulders.

He felt his lips curving in a smile at the sight, part of him wishing he were a skillful painter to capture such a stunning moment for posterity.

Leaving the papers on the desk by the balcony, he carefully sat next to your figure, his weight dipping the mattress, which made your body slide closer.

You frowned at your sleep. Nikolai chuckled, passing his thumb in the soft curve of your cheek to ease your furrow.

Of course, you could recognize the way the brushed his fingers on your cheek every time he did it just to see your face flushed.

“Mm—my love?” you mumbled, leaning in closer to his touch.

“Are you dreaming about me, or did I just wake you up?”

You squinted your eyes at him, lips slightly swollen from sleeping. They were always very distracting. “It could be both.”

"Then why don't you share with your husband the tales of this dream, my love?" He said, leaning in closer to smell the lavender essence of the lotion you used at night, naughty lips finding their way up to your mouth from the curve of your shoulder. "Perhaps we could make it true?"

You squirmed in his embrace, tickles waking you up enough to see the pile of paperwork on his desk.

“Or perhaps I should help you with some paperwork before that,” you mumbled, his fingers tapping your hips in a pondering manner.

He took off his coat, the room feeling warmer than his office as the windows were closed.

“Maybe my queen could help me with something else,” he said innocently, though his eyes were twinkling with what only could be mischief. “What about giving me a very good memory to cherish while I’m on my trip?”

You felt your cheeks hot. “You’re incorrigible.”

"You like me that way, don't you?" You shrugged, kicking him playfully for you to step out of bed. He grabbed your leg, with you coming to the quick understanding that it was a foolish move the one you did. "Come on, don't be shy."

You shook your head, sending locks flying, brushing, and framing your neck. “No. You’re too cocky already.”

His laugh reverberated on your own chest from the proximity you were entangled into. “I suppose I’ll have to make you say it in another way,” he muttered, his hand gracing up your leg, disappearing into the skirt of the nightgown.

"Don't you have work to do first?" you nagged at him, though you couldn't hide the goosebumps traveling across your arms at his light touch. "I can help you, so you can have at least some hours of sleep tonight.”

His eyes lighten. “Is that a promise, my Queen?”

“We’ll see,” you said, your feet muffled against the carpet around the bed as you went to grab the paperwork. The windows had started to mist with the drizzle that started falling since lunchtime, the first sign of autumn’s arrival. “I do deserve some reward after I’ve aided you.”

When you returned to the coziness of the bed, Nikolai had already settled himself on your side of the bed, which only meant that he wanted you to sit on his lap, or against his back.

You looked at him, and he gazed at you back with a blank expression. "Yes, my love?" Instead of your warm weight, you put the cold folders and papers on his lap. "That's not fair."

"You get distracted too quickly," you reminded him because it wouldn't have been the first time he had presented crumpled paperwork in a morning meeting, hurriedly asking a notary to transcribe it again.

“It’s not my fault my wife’s captivating.”

“Oh,” you said, a hand on your chest, feigning to be offended. “Then it’s my fault.”

“Indeed is it, why are you so beautiful?”

You smiled, sliding onto his side of the bed; cold sheets welcoming you as you shifted closer to him, where the warm irradiated. "So I can do this without repercussion,” you muttered, blowing air into his ear as you went in to kiss the outline of his jaw.

"Now you're distracting me on purpose," Nikolai said, settling the paper he was trying to read back into his lap. "Such a naughty one you are, too."

“I’m not, I’m well-behaved, unlike my husband.”

He laughed, his left hand enveloping your waist to drag you so close he could embrace you, nuzzling his nose on your soft hair, his hot breath against your neck when he whispered your name as if it were the start of an enchantment. "You know exactly what you are doing. But it doesn't really matter, does it? You always make me feel this way," Nikolai said, his hands growing astray up and up your legs, the fabric of your skirt pushed upwards.

“N-Nikolai…” you said, your voice suddenly caught in your throat. “The… the work.”

“Not so cheeky now, are you, my sweet?” He said, his fingers playing with the fabric of your undergarments, his lips eagerly stealing a kiss from yours. “Luckily for you, I’m a great multitasker.”

“That is something that I highly doubt,” you muttered, already feeling your hips raising so he could slip the clothes off you.

“And why is that?” he asked in response, running his hand higher up, toward the hem of your underwear. “Do you think I’ll lose focus?”

The skin on your arms got covered in goosebumps, your breathing halting at an irregular pace as you felt the familiar knots of desire starting to build in your stomach.

“Maybe not you,” you muttered, huddling closer to him. "But… other people."

“Oh, is that the case?” He teased in a low voice, leaning in closer. “And who would these other people be, hmm?” Nikolai said, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

Despite his tone, his hands started to shake, his mind that before trying to focus on the work laid in front of him now was clouded with desire; his heart slamming against his ribcage, growing impatient as his body wanted to oblige to act.

You looked up at him, your eyes twinkling. “Why ask if you already know the answer,” you said, turning around on your knees to face him, to tangle your legs around his waist.

Nikolai put the papers in a messy pile on the nightstand. “I think my advisors would understand if I don’t finish reading these today.”

You climbed on his lap, hands playing with his hair. “Don’t worry. I’ll revise them first thing in the morning.” You looked right into his eyes, pupils blown out by desire and love.

You kissed him, taking in his essence to keep in your dearest memories until he returned home.

“I’m going to miss you,” you said between pants.

“Maybe you could even make me come back sooner,” he muttered, his breath moving the tiny hairs closer to your ear as his lips started descending toward your chest.

"Hmm?" you said, dumbfounded by his mischievous smile.

His hand rubbed your belly, the soft silk of your nightgown wrinkling between his fingers as he took it off you. “With the notice of the upcoming arrival of our first pup, of course.”

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yetanothersparrowofthedawn · 3 months

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Love Songs and Shit (Extended Masterpost)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x YN

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Fluff, Smut (honestly it varies depending on the chapter)

Wordcount: if only I knew...

Plot: YN is a popular American singer-songwriter who, on a rainy evening in 2018, crossed path with the members of Greta Van Fleet. It didn't take long for the usually detached and fiercely independent girl to experience an unfamiliar itch. As she put pen to paper, it seemed a certain long-haired guitarist had her thinking about writing love songs and shit.

Concept: Each Album is a period of YN's journey, each track is a song she wrote after a specific chapter, so basically her discography is a chronological story of her life (with Jake, mostly). I'm currently not posting chapters in chronological order, but everything is organized in chronological order on this Masterpost.

Disclaimer: All the album covers are paintings by Norwegian painter Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen I edited. So, credit to that guy.

Also some chapters may involve triggering themes, I'll add the specific trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter. Stay safe, besties.

(PREQUEL)Debut Album: "Remain Nameless" => NOT YET STARTED

Old Money

Seven

Blue Velvet

Lost at Sea

Bel Air

South London Forever

This is what makes us girls

Dollhouse

All-American Bitch

Hope There’s Someone

Grace

idontwannabeyouanymore

Remain Nameless

Brutal

Rabbit Heart

National Anthem

2nd Album: "Sweet Nothings" => NOT YET STARTED

The Night We Met

Ride

Lover to Lover

Body Electric

Moves

Hiding

Hope is a Dangerous thing for me to have

Love Song

Sweet nothings

3rd Album: "Let the Light In" => NOT YET STARTED

Wildest dreams

All the girls you've loved before

Cornelia street

How Big, How blue, How beautiful

Dress

Love

Always Remember Us This Way

Let the Light In

Lover

4th Album: "How to Disappear" => NOT YET STARTED

The Next Best American Record

King

Brooklyn Baby

How to Disappear

Mariners Apartment Complex

Norman Fucking Rockwell

Watercolor Eyes

Sky Full of Song

One step forward, three steps back

Out of the woods

5th Album: "The Greatest" => NOT YET STARTED

Happiness is a Butterfly

Swan song

Too Good at Goodbyes

Favorite Crime

You're Losing Me

Without You

The Greatest

6th album: "Long & Lost" => IN PROGRESS

Hits Different (coming soon..)

Now that we don’t talk

Beautiful People with Beautiful Problems

Long & Lost (coming next)

Is it over Now? (coming soon..)

All This and Heaven Too

7th Album: "St Jude" => DONE

California

Secrets from a Girl

Style

The Way I loved You

St Jude

All You Had to do Was Stay

Honeymoon

Happier than ever

8th Album: "The End of Love" => ON HIATUS

The Bomb

Prayer Factory

River

All too well

Caught

Stargirl Interlude

Getaway car

Angels like you

Various Storms and Saints

Leave my Body

Cassandra

The End of Love

9th Album: "Dream Girl Evil" => NOT YET STARTED

Carmen

A&W

Hometown Glory

Dream Girl Evil

Swimming

Restraint

Sober

Sober II

Heaven Is Here

June

God knows I tried

Never Let Me Go

(SEQUEL) 10th Album: "Margaret" => NOT YET STARTED

Morning Elvis

Girls against God

Mama who bore me

Patricia

Did you know that there's a tunnel under ocean boulevard?

Kitsungi

Back in Town

I Drink Wine

Back to December

Margaret

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beatricecenci · 1 year

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Frederic Leighton (English, 1830-1896)

The Painter’s Honeymoon

#Frederic Leighton #British Art #English Art #Art

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ineffable-bisexual · 9 months

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I can't wait for the husbands to finally have a life where they get to do "boring" every day human stuff. They retire to a cottage in the Downs and Crowley digs a whole garden by hand and fumbles through growing vegetables, learning that you can't yell at potatoes because they're just naturally stubborn and will smother their row neighbors with their roots no matter how much you threaten them.

They both learn how to cook but Crowley finds he's quite good at it (even if he uses a teensy miracle to make sure nothing burns again) and always wants to cook because we all know how he loves feeding his angel.

Aziraphale maybe working part time at the local library and taking his time shelving books and drinking tea so he doesn't have to get on those awful computers to use their digital catalog system. He also teaches the local students who visit about the Dewey Decimal Classification and starts a petition on the community board to put it back in place, in an actual card system as it should be. The only signatures on it are his and Crowley's (a reluctant participant but wants to support his husband's causes no matter how cringe).

Aziraphale dragging Crowley to one of those Paint and Sip parties where you paint the same thing and drink wine. Crowley only goes for the wine and, already being a talented painter, recreates a likeness of Francis Bacon's "Pope Innocent X" while everyone else paints a daisy in a vase.

Crowley stalling in taking out the garbage even though Aziraphale has been harping on him to do it all day, and he finally takes it out to the bin at one in the morning only to be accosted by a pack of raccoons because he forgot to close the bin lid the night before.

They prefer to stay in most nights, as they did at the bookshop but now they have a huge TV and watch old films or yet another David Attenborough special or yet another cooking program. Crowley usually falls asleep with his head on Aziraphale's lap because he always strokes his hair when he's laying there and Aziraphale gets to think of all the times that he resisted things like this as there were ample opportunities. This wasn't the first time Crowley fell asleep with his head in his lap, but now he can sit there and play with his husband's hair to his heart's content as his husband snores to where he can't hear the TV.

Aziraphale doesn't care that they skipped a honeymoon phase and went straight to retired married couple. They got to do it together. It took a few thousand years and a lot of patience and lots of time devoted to sitting down and finally talking. After 6000 years of heartache, stress, running, and hiding...the reward for their faith and love for each other brought them to a cozy cottage.

Their cottage. Their car (yes, it is). Their quiet life. Their "boring" life that still carries a bit of celestial magic that keeps their spark alive. That keeps their marriage like new every day, even in their new routines of living.

Crowley usually stirs himself awake from his loud snoring and smiles up at his angel. "Is it bedtime yet?"

Aziraphale glances at the old grandfather clock by the hallway. It's 8:30pm. He smiles and strokes his husband's cheek. "Sure...why not?"

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thatrickmcginnis · 2 months

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ROWLAND S. HOWARD, Toronto, April Fool's Day, 1988.

Rowland S. Howard was one of a handful of my guitar heroes (a list that includes Andy Gill, Ricky Wilson, Keith Levene and Robert Quine.) This is probably why I made the effort to photograph Howard and his band when they came through town, despite not having an assignment or a venue where the photos would be published. I brought along my studio in a bag and found the same helpfully empty space behind the bar at the Silver Dollar Room, the same place where I'd photographed Lydia Lunch two months earlier. These three shoots I did early in 1988 were crucial and coincidentally connected as Howard worked with Lunch throughout his life (their collaborative "concept album" Honeymoon in Red had been released the year previous), as had Henry Rollins, the next subject in my ad hoc studio at the Silver Dollar, who would also work with Howard.

I found Rowland S. Howard to be polite and friendly, with impeccable manners - very different from the haunted-looking man who would stalk the stage chain-smoking in concert videos I'd seen of The Birthday Party of Crime & the City Solution. He was in town with These Immortal Souls, the band he'd formed with his brother Harry Howard, his girlfiend Genevieve McGuckin and drummer Epic Soundtracks (born Kevin Godfrey), but for some reason McGuckin didn't make the Toronto show, part of a tour supporting their first record, Get Lost (Don't Lie). I spent most of the three rolls of film I ran through my Mamiya C330 trying to get a decent portrait of Howard, but shot the band together on the last half of the third roll, where Epic is wearing a Black Flag t-shirt; These Immortal Souls were the first non-American band on the Flag's label, SST.

Rowland S. Howard smoked all through my shoot with him, which I spent trying to get something that captured his somewhat wasted elegance. My white backdrop, a painter's tarp, had taken on some impressive wrinkles while stuffed in the gym bag it lived in between shoots, and it's taken considerable skill and digital magic to get these shots to look as slick as I had imagined them while doing this shoot nearly forty years ago. In the end I think they capture a few different facets of Howard, who would be in poor health for many years after I met him, afflicted from Hepatitis C that would lead to cirrhosis and liver cancer and ultimately kill him in 2009, at just fifty. Epic Soundtracks would die suddenly in his London home in 1997, after recording several acclaimed solo albums. Autoluminescent, a documentary about Howard, would come out in 2011.

#portrait #portrait photography #photography #black and white #film photography #photographer #musician #some old pictures i took #early work #rowland s. howard #these immortal souls #harry howard #epic soundtracks #punk rock #mamiya c330

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labellefleur-sauvage · 10 months

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DILF Daydreamin'

Lucien would be a great dad, Elain thought suddenly. The image of him holding and caring for their eventual children came completely unbidden to her mind, like a metaphorical bell that wouldn’t stop ringing in her ears. He’d be so sweet and supportive and fun-

Woah, settle down girl, Elain thought. You’ve only been dating him for a few months. One afternoon babysitting your nephew isn’t enough proof that Lucien would be a good dad, if he even wants that.

Elain discovers she likes the idea of making Lucien a DILF. Elain also discovers that Lucien likes the idea of Elain making him a DILF.

For @elucienweekofficial 2023 Day 7: This smut! I have no excuses. The title gives you everything you need to know (full tags are on the AO3 link), so don't say I didn't warn ya. Thank you for the event organizers for making Elucien Week 2023 so much fun!

Rating: Very Explicit

Words: 4K

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“God, Elain, you’re a lifesaver.”

Elain Archeron stood in the foyer of her sister and brother in law’s once pristine house, a slight grimace on her face. She understood why Feyre had called her the evening before, sounding exhausted and trying to sound desperately like she wasn’t begging Elain to babysit her nephew so she and Rhys could have a few hours of blissful silence to clean and sleep. Feyre stood in front of her now, looking just as weary as she sounded.

“He’s a precocious boy, isn't he?” Elain hummed as she surveyed the damage around her. A brown blob she prayed was chocolate was splattered on the tile floors, paint scribbles decorated the white walls, small Lego bricks formed a veritable minefield in the hallway all the way to the kitchen, and other random toys—plastic cars, a stuffed bat, picture books—littered any open space on the floors and furniture around her.

“Geez,” a deep voice said behind Elain. “For a little guy, he sure can cause a lot of destruction, huh?”

Elain tilted her head and smiled softly as her boyfriend Lucien stood behind her and looked over Nyx’s path of destruction. They were still in the honeymoon phase of their new relationship, and Elain had been worried when she called him last night to cancel the picnic in the park they had planned for the next day.

“We can just bring him with us,” Lucien responded easily. “He can’t be that difficult to manage. He’ll wear himself out, I’m sure.”

Now Elain wondered if perhaps Lucien may have underestimated the task ahead of them.

“He got into my painting supplies,” Feyre said, watching Lucien’s eyes settle on the walls. “He was so excited to show me his little masterpiece this morning.”

Elain grinned. “Maybe you have another painter on your hands.”

“More like another agent of chaos, like his father,” Feyre said conspiratorially. “Come on,” she motioned, waving Elain and Lucien into her house, “we have everything in the kitchen. We already have everything packed—don’t worry, that’s just chocolate—including food, toys, extra clothes, all that. He has a little bit of eczema on his arms, so we can only use this special sunscreen on him—it’s in the bag. Oh, and he still doesn’t quite understand that not every puppy is friendly, so if you see any dogs around, keep an eye on him so he doesn’t run and try to make a new friend. Here he is!”

They entered the kitchen to see Rhys strapping Nyx into his car seat. Her brother in law’s normally perfectly styled hair was disheveled and greasy looking. His white shirt had no less than four distinct, suspicious stains, and his gray sweatpants were ripped in several places. He had the same tired, wan complexion as his wife, though his face brightened like Feyre’s did when she saw Elain and Lucien.

“Our saviors!” Rhys grinned. “I’ve already told Nyx that he’s going to the park today and he has to be on his best behavior, so I hope that’s still the plan,” he said, looking nervously between Elain and Lucien.

“It is,” Elain said brightly, standing in front of Nyx in his carseat. “We’re going to have so much fun today, aren’t we!” She tickled his belly and he clapped his hands excitedly.

“Lain, lain!”

“And we have someone else joining us today,” she said, dragging Lucien over to stand next to her. “Nyx, this is Lucien.”

“Hey buddy,” Lucien said softly, grinning at Nyx. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun at the park today.”

Nyx stared solemnly at Lucien but perked up when he heard the word ‘park.’ He smiled and squirmed in his car seat.

“Go, go!”

“His new favorite word,” Feyre said. “Which means it’s probably time for you three to head out, unless you want a full blown tantrum soon.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” Elain said as Lucien grabbed the handle of Nyx’s car seat and started wading back through the trenches to the front door.

“He has a lot of energy!” Feyre called after them.

“We got it!” Elain called back.

“He’s one toddler, how bad could it be?” Lucien asked as he buckled the car seat into his SUV. “Right, my man? I bet you’ll be ready for a nap after an hour of playing.”

Apparently, Nyx was up for the challenge.

“How is he… still going?” Lucien puffed weakly, his hands on his knees as he tried to recover his breathing. “He just won’t stop. What is that kid running on? He hasn’t eaten in hours!”

“I’m hungry just watching him,” Elain panted. She was in her nicest yellow sundress and wasn’t able to keep up with her nephew and Lucien, but she was trying her hardest. They had been at the park for nearly three hours and Nyx hadn’t stopped running since his little feet hit the grass. They had already gone down every slide in the huge park a dozen times, ran and jumped over every piece of playground equipment they could find, rode the old fashioned carousel twice, played in the decommissioned old fashion fire truck—though Nyx was too afraid to go down the firepole, even in Lucien’s arms—and had wandered down to the pond to feed the ducks and geese.

“I should have put my Apple Watch on him, see how many steps he’s taken.” Lucien wiped the sweat off his forehead.

“I don’t think we’ve invented a number that high.”

“Loo! Loo!”

Nyx was standing next to a baby swing seat, thumping his chubby hand against the plastic.

“Loo! Go, go!”

“Impressive,” Elain smirked. “You already have a nickname. And he wants you to push him on the swing.”

“Lain and Loo,” Lucien said, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her briefly. “We should get matching couple shirts.”

Elain hummed happily as butterflies tumbled in her stomach at his suggestion. “Go on, go play with Nyx for a bit and I’ll get everything for the picnic ready.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and pushed him away playfully when he went back for another kiss.

She took her time setting up a picnic table with all their food, then ambled her way towards the swing set. Lucien was excitedly pushing Nyx in a chair-style swing, her nephew’s chubby little legs waving in the wind. Every now and then Lucien would duck to the side of the swing and pop up right in front of Nyx, much to his glee. His shrieks of laughter rang through the air as Lucien laughed right along with him, and Elain lost her breath.

Lucien was stunning. He had put his long red hair in a ponytail and his golden brown skin was flushed with the summer heat and the exertion of pushing Nyx. His biceps bulged with the effort and his shirt revealed a bit of trailing red hair on his toned stomach as it rode up whenever he lifted his arms.

All of his attention was on Nyx, though. Lucien looked genuinely happy to be pushing his girlfriend’s nephew for the hundredth time. He didn’t look annoyed or put out that the picnic he had painstakingly planned for the two of them now included an energetic toddler. Her boyfriend’s eyes were filled with excitement, his smile big and bright, his enthusiasm contagious.

But the images wouldn’t go away. Like it was right in front of her, she could see Lucien pushing a redheaded girl in a swing, her hair blowing in the breeze, or going down a slide with a little boy with her brown curls. It was all so clear and so lifelike. He’d be so kind and gentle and nurturing to their kids.

“Earth to Elain. Hey! Elain?”

Elain blinked. Lucien was giving Nyx a few weak pushes and staring at Elain with a furrowed brow.

“You alright? You were kind of staring at us and zoning out.”

“Uh huh,” she said noncommittally. That was embarrassing; they were still so new together, and the topic of potential future families hadn’t come up yet.

“You sure? You look a little flushed.”

“Just the heat!” she replied with a fake grin. “Come on you, time for food.” Elain plucked Nyx out of the swing and put him on her hip, refusing to look Lucien in the eyes. “Your mommy packed you all your favorites,” she told Nyx, pinching his red little cheeks. “Goldfish and applesauce and berries.” Nyx smiled at her and Elain took that as a sign he might actually eat some food.

She turned and headed to their table. “I could eat a horse,” she said. “I’m really glad we packed a whole bag of those barbecue potato chips.”

The only reply was Nyx’s little babbles. Elain looked around—Lucien wasn’t with her. Turning back, she saw him standing by the swings, staring after Elain with a dazed and surprised look.

“Is the heat getting to you too?” she called back to him.

Lucien’s eyes darted up to hers before he ran his hands over his face. “Yeah,” he called back, making his way towards them. “Guess I forgot what it felt like to stand still.”

By the time they finished their food and went for one last ride on the carousel, Nyx finally started to slow down. They went down a few of his favorite slides before packing everything up and heading back to Feyre’s house.

They returned a napping Nyx to his refreshed parents and a much cleaner house, then made a hasty retreat back to Elain’s apartment. She thought her and Lucien would have a quiet evening consisting of takeout food and Netflix, before going to bed early so they could recover from their tiring day.

Taking energy inspiration from Nyx, her boyfriend had other ideas.

Lucien had carried her to her bedroom and unceremoniously dumped her on the bed, tearing off her clothes, and was currently between her thighs, his tongue making clever twists and turns over her folds. He was good at everything in bed, but he seemed to take a particular shine to eat Elain out.

“Fuck!” Elain gasped as one of his fingers entered her slick channel, her eyes fluttering close. He thrust his finger inside her as his stiff tongue flicked the head of her clit. She was so close, and she wanted to come on his face before coming on his cock. All she had to do was lay back and relax.

Instead, her mind wandered. She thought of the casual strength Lucien had displayed when he carried her to bed, and the warm smile on his face, and was instantly reminded of Lucien pushing Nyx on the swing, how good he was with her nephew, and how natural caring for a child came to him.

He crooked his finger just right inside her and a bolt of lightning shot down her spine. “Oh fuck Daddy, yes!”

Lucien stopped moving completely and it took a few seconds for Elain to register the silence in the room. She whined and thrust her hips up towards his face, her oncoming orgasm swiftly departing, when she finally opened her eyes to look at him. His eyebrows were raised, eyes wide, and what she had blurted out suddenly came back to her.

“Oh God,” Elain whispered, mortified.

“That wasn’t what you just called me,” Lucien quipped, unable to keep a smirk from his face as he pulled his finger from her cunt.

But this was no laughing matter. She had just called her boyfriend of only a few months—a few months! They weren’t even living together!—Daddy, one of the kinkiest things she could imagine. This might even be too much for Lucien to handle, freak that he was.

Sex with Lucien was great. He was enthusiastic, listened to her, wanted her to have as many orgasms as possible, and had the stamina of a racehorse, with a cock to match. He was the complete package—no pun intended—and she had just called him Daddy. She had never been so embarrassed in her life.

“I’m sorry!” Elain moaned, covering her beet red face with her hands. “I don’t know where that came from!”

Lucien hummed and kissed her inner thighs. “I can hazard a guess. Maybe the sight of seeing me with Nyx today made your brain think of me with our future kids. Less Daddy kink and more… DILF kink.”

Shoot. Her. Now. She was not having this discussion, preferably at all, but especially not with a new boyfriend.

Elain shuddered and fought to keep her breathing steady. She didn’t trust herself to answer. She peeked out from behind her fingers. Lucien stared up at her, an eyebrow cocked, waiting for an answer.

“Um, y-yeah, I guess,” she stuttered out. “Just a weird, one time, slip of the mind. Biological clock is ticking, and all that.”

“It doesn’t have to be one time.”

Oh, god. Why was Elain surprised that Lucien would be into this? She had quickly learned over the course of their relationship that he was a certified freak in the sheets. The difference was, he had been the one who always brought any new kinks into the bedroom. Elain wasn’t sure if she wanted her first foray into kink to be calling her boyfriend Daddy without any prior discussion on the topic.

“I saw you today, watching me with Nyx.” Lucien’s voice had gone deeper, his eyes hooded. He trailed the tips of his fingers over the soft skin of her inner thighs and hips, and Elain shivered. “At first I just thought you were worried I’d drop him or something. But then,” he suddenly thrust two fingers into her heat and Elain gasped, “I noticed you giving me that same look you have on right now.”

“And what look is that?” Elain was torn: she desperately wanted Lucien to continue, but her own embarrassment made her want to crawl away and hide for a week.

“Your ‘fuck me now’ look,” he said, thrusting his thick fingers in and out of her pussy. “Your eyes get all hazy and you bite your lip and you start squirming, like you need my hard cock in you or you’ll go crazy—yeah, just like that. And seeing me with Nyx made you that way, hm?”

“Lucien, please,” Elain whimpered.

“Please what? Answer me: did seeing me with a baby turn you on?”

“Yes,” she groaned, mortified. She closed her eyes.

“Good, because seeing you like that was so fucking hot.”

Elain gasped as Lucien withdrew his fingers from her body and manhandled her so she was on her knees and elbows, her ass in the air. He settled in behind her and knocked her knees further apart with his own. She was vibrating with anticipation as she felt his hard length between her legs.

“Seems you're not too embarrassed now, huh?” Elain couldn’t see his face but knew Lucien was grinning slyly at her.

Elain huffed and merely arched her back even further, sticking her ass up closer to him.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Elain yelped, blushing at her reaction.

“Then use your words. What do you want?”

“I want you in me.”

Lucien scoffed. “Is that all? That’s not very original.”

She groaned in embarrassment and buried her head in her pillow. “I want you to come in me,” Elain mumbled, speaking more into the bed below her than Lucien over her.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he cooed in a sing-song voice.

Elain gritted her teeth. She didn’t mind being teased but she was quickly growing frustrated that she hadn’t come yet and that Lucien appeared to be making light of her embarrassment.

“I want you to fuck me and I want you to come in me!” she snapped, looking over her shoulder to glare at Lucien.

He gave her a cocky grin. “Was that so hard?” Not giving her time to answer, Lucien shoved her face down into the bed and ran his cock over her slick folds.

“God, you’re so perfect Elain,” he groaned, notching the fat head of his cock at her pussy. “But you know what?” Lucien leaned down to whisper in her ear. She shivered. “Seeing you holding a baby on your hip today made me think all the same things you were thinking about me.” He sunk into her slowly, letting her adjust to his girth before withdrawing and sinking just a little bit deeper inside her. “Made me wonder what our kids would look like, how you’d look holding them.”

Elain gasped for air as Lucien finally settled all of his cock inside her, stretching her out and filling her. She took several uneven, heaving breaths, not only from his length, but the realization that Lucien had the same dirty fantasies as her. She relaxed in the knowledge that he wasn’t disgusted by her—quite the opposite, apparently—and wriggled her hips in an unspoken gesture to move.

Gripping her hips and cursing quietly to himself, Lucien set a fast pace, his powerful hips snapping against her ass. Elain moaned and hung her head between her arms. Lucien always seemed to know exactly how she wanted to be fucked, how hard he needed to go or whether she wanted something slower.

He gave a rough thrust and she yelped. God, it felt like his cock was halfway in her stomach. She clenched around him and Lucien’s answering moan made her tremble. He fucked her even faster, and Elain gripped her duvet cover so hard she thought she might tear it if she wasn’t careful. This was absolute perfection. Lucien was absolute perfection—

“Have you thought of it before? Me as a DILF?”

Well, maybe not. Elain snorted and laughed through her moans. He was still fucking her roughly, though he slowed down to laugh with her at his ridiculous statement.

“I haven’t before,” she said, turning to look back and up at him and grinning. “But I’m definitely going to now.”

Lucien grinned and leaned down to kiss her shoulder, placing a solid hand over hers on the bed and lacing their fingers together. His other hand wandered down to her lower stomach and pressed against her, his cock leisurely stroking in and out of her tight depths.

“Not now, but maybe one day, you’ll make me a dad, yeah?” His breath was warm against the shell of her ear. “Let me come in you until it takes, right here?”

“Yes, yes,” Elain whimpered, screwing her eyes shut at the dirty image his words conjured in her mind. She knew he loved coming in her, but she thought, like most men, Lucien just had a fascination with his come, not a full on breeding kink. His words sent flutters throughout her lower belly and Lucien moaned as her pussy tightened around him. His hand on her stomach moved between her legs and slowly started caressing her clit as he fucked her, his hips rutting into her as he hunched over her.

“Say it.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck, Elain, I need you to come now.” His fingers circled her clit as thrust into her, his breathing harsh between her shoulder blades. “God, please say you’re close.”

There were too many sensations within and around her: Lucien’s warm hand holding her own, the wet smacking of their flesh joining, his rough fingers on her clit, and his cock hitting her so deep his come wouldn’t have far to go if he really was trying to knock her up.

It was that sudden realization that did her in. With a final strangled gasp Elain came, her walls fluttering and squeezing Lucien’s cock so hard that he came only a moment later. Groaning, he dug his teeth into her shoulder, leaving a temporary part of himself in the indentations in her flesh.

He panted against her raggedly. His fingers tenderly stroked the sides of her clit as she quivered through the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt sweaty and tired but content.

“Do you have one more left in you?” Lucien asked quietly, his fingers brushing the sensitive head of her bud.

Elain wriggled underneath his big body. She was dangerously close to becoming overstimulated, little shocks of discomfort blazing through her clit the more he touched her. A few tears gathered at the corner of her eyes. “Oh, Lucien…”

“Just one more,” he said soothingly, kissing her along her jaw and neck as his fingers picked up their pace. “Need to make sure you keep all my come inside you so you can give me a baby. Fuck, you’d look so beautiful pregnant.”

Sobbing, Elain came again, weak aftershocks flooding her body. Lucien turned her head towards his to kiss her, swallowing her feeble cries with his soft lips. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Lucien withdrew his hand and his cock from her body, running soothing circles over her skin as she collapsed face first onto the bed, trembling.

A warm hand skimmed the back of her thigh, up and up, then kneaded one of her ass cheeks. “I love seeing my come dripping out of your pretty cunt,” Lucien rasped in her ear, sweetly kissing her before he rolled down next to her on the bed like he hadn’t just completely rocked Elain’s world. He took her hand in his, entwining their sweaty palms together.

Elain turned her head and peeked at him. Lucien was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his face and upper chest flushed. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily through his mouth. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, Elain thought, taken aback, once again, by how damned lucky she was.

“You’re still on birth control, right?” Lucien asked, cracking a single eye open to look at her.

“Oh yeah, I still have a few years left.”

“Oh, thank God. Knew you did, but in the heat of the moment…”

“What, you weren’t serious about knocking up the girl you’ve only been seeing a few months?” Elain asked sarcastically, arching an eyebrow and smirking at him as she turned over to lay on her side towards him.

He scoffed. “Well, not yet at least. My mom would kill me if I got you pregnant and we weren’t married.”

She ignored the little somersaults in her belly at hearing Lucien talk about marriage and getting her pregnant one day. “Well, I suppose I’ll just have to live with the knowledge that my insanely hot boyfriend is a sex fiend with a breeding kink,” she sighed dramatically.

“Insanely hot boyfriend, huh?” Lucien smirked. “I’ll take it. But the real question: am I hot enough to be a DILF?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I’m not answering that,” she said.

“We could put it to the test. Give me a reason to marry you and not have my poor mother disown me.” His eager hands wandered up her legs and stomach to her breasts, caressing a peaked nipple.

“Lucien!” Elain shrieked in laughter, hitting him with a pillow as he feebly tried to defend himself. Sometime later she would admit that yes, he’s definitely hot enough to be a DILF - as long as she was the only one who got to fuck him.

(Lucien had no complaints about that.)

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