#Catching a Partner

[theficpusher]

Chasing Feelings by Neondiamond | M | 20029 When homicide detective Louis Tomlinson first gets assigned to work with detective Harry Styles, the newest addition to the Doncaster police station, on the biggest case of his career, he’s less than enthused about it. There’s a serial killer on the loose, and Louis has no time to waste working with a newbie, despite how attracted his inner Alpha may be to Harry’s sweet scent. Along the way, he finds he may have been too quick to judge the Omega.

Into This Mess by crimsontheory | E | 20561 The first day of Louis’ promotion is going well, far better than he expected. That is until his new partner shows up, who just so happens to be the guy who stumbled half-dressed out of his flat that same morning. Or the enemies to lovers detective AU.

a long way down (to the bottom of the river) by MediaWhore | M | 24184 “Most people would call Harry silly for believing in curses. Childish would also be a probable insult thrown his way. In their little town full of little people, Harry’s whimsical nature and beliefs mean that he’s subjected to frequent judgemental looks and whispers. It doesn’t usually bother him. Most people don’t know about the magic thrumming through his veins or about how powerful words can truly be. Most people don’t carry around their ancestors grief like a burden. They don’t have to pay for deeds hundreds of years old like Harry and his family have. They get to love freely without fear. Harry and his kin aren’t so lucky.” a practical magic au in which Harry and his sister accidentally kill her abusive boyfriend with magic and Louis is the D.I working the case.

A Study in Love by Rearviewdreamer | M | 24307 Louis knows everything about everyone which has put him at a great and weird advantage over nearly all of them since the very beginning. He can solve any puzzle before most people know where to begin. He is rarely perplexed, mistaken, or wrong, and obviously, Louis is never ever surprised. And yet, his new flatmate after a very long string of failed ones has Louis questioning how he ever did any of it without him.

Catching a Partner by berzerkshires | M | 24936 This documentary follows the story of two people who fell in love in the last place you'd expect. Louis is a detective at the Boston Police Department investigating a trail of recent murders. Harry is the latest victim who survived an attempted murder and is sent to live at a safe house with Detective Tomlinson as the killer is still at large. This is their story.

i've heard it both ways by vintagehistories | E | 26331 “I, uh.” Harry is scrambling, trying to think of something believable on the spot. He remembers the woman from reception and her phone call and says the only thing he can think of. “I’m a psychic.” Everyone stills. Zayn laughs, Detective Edwards looks confused, and the officer holding the door open looks mildly frightened. “A psychic?” Zayn gets out between his laughs. “I’ve heard it all. You’re definitely spending the night in the holding cell now. You’re wasting all of our time here.” an au based on the tv show psych where harry is shawn, louis is jules, liam is gus, niall is mcnabb, and zayn is lassie.

When Darkness Strikes by he_wants_to_write | E | 58766 Private Investigator Harry Styles is called to help solve a brutal homicide case in a small town by the North of England. There, he stumbles upon Detective Louis Tomlinson, and although their personalities crash and dark mysteries haunt their circumstances, the pair does have one thing in common; the will to catch the responsible behind the murder. Or, the suspenseful, thrilling Enemies to Lovers that evolves more than romance and slow burn.

technicolor by creamcoffeelou | E | 81386 When the small town of Twin Lakes begins experiencing a string of serial murders, a team of detectives is called in to help. Louis is the head of the team and meets a hard-headed psychic who everyone else seems to believe is the one who will solve the case. Louis isn't so sure. OR The slow-burn, hate-to-love, crime au where Harry is a psychic, Louis is a detective, and the world is against them.

Where you'd rather be by Itsmotivatingcara | M | 103456 Louis runs the best Canine Search and Rescue school in Augusta, Maine, one that trains dogs to track missing persons. He lives an idyllic life on Togus Pond where he's built his career from the ground up. He has everything he could ever want, a beautiful home, friends he adores and a dog that aids his students in their training. Romantic entanglements have never been high up on his list of priorities. That is, until he stumbles across a body in the woods. A woman was brutally murdered and dumped on his doorstep. It doesn't help that the Detective on the case happens to be devilishly handsome and just the right amount of broody. Detective Harry styles has a murder to solve, he's just gotten out of a long-term relationship and he's certainly not looking for another. Regardless of whether the man who run's the SAR unit's blue eyes sparkle with promise and a sense of belonging. Something he may or may not have been searching for all his life. Or Detective - Search and Rescue AU

[te4k3ttle]

Is this loss

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "comfort person" ⎯୧ (cyj)

+*:🤎:*﹤smut, sub!yeonjun, cockwarming, no protection, potentially dubcon but i dont think so, subspace, piv sex, a light handjob, petnames: yeonnie/jjunie/sweetie / wc: 2.1k / masterlist ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ

✧･ﾟ: *

yeonjun’s having a hard week. you’ve been making sure he’s getting full nights of rest, but he still looks physically drained constantly. he just shrugs and shakes his head noncommittally when you ask him what’s wrong, so you stop asking and figure that he’ll tell you when he’s ready.

you still want to do whatever you can to help him, making him warm meals and washing his hair when he’s too tired to do it himself. tonight, you’ve decided to keep him warm and cozy on the couch, bundled up in blankets while you guys watch his comfort movies. you check on him every so often, glancing at him. sometimes he smiles, and very rarely he lets out a small chuckle, but it’s obvious he’s barely focused on the tv. the next time you look at him, his eyes are on the ground and he’s lost in thought.

“yeonjunie?” you call out, and his eyes flick over to you like he forgot you were in the room. he looks so tired, it breaks your heart, so you slide a little closer to him and rub his back gently. “would you like to do something else?” but you’re not really sure what you would do instead—you’ve fed him and ran him a warm bath already. 

yeonjun shakes his head and mumbles, “this is fine, i’m sorry.” 

you shake your head as well, running your fingers through his hair and smiling when he melts into the touch. “you have nothing to be sorry for. we can do whatever you’d like.”

“just wanna be close to you.” his voice is so soft and sweet, eyelids low and blinks slow, and his lips are fixed in a pout.

“okay, we can do that.” you snuggle up closer to him. his skin is soft and scented from the bath, and you place a kiss against his neck appreciatively. his breath hitches, so you do it again and again until he’s breathing quickly. you stop and look at him when his hand comes up to grab your arm gently.

“i’m sorry, yeonnie. did i go too far?”

he shakes his head again. “it’s not that. i wanna be with you, i just don’t know if i can…” he trails off. it seems like he has more to say, but he doesn’t open his mouth again, so you work with what he gave you. 

“d’you want me to touch you?” 

he shakes his head, buries his face in your neck, and wraps his arms around your torso. “no, wanna hold you.” you hum and think in silence while rubbing his back again.

“we can try cockwarming, if you’d like,” you suggest. it’s come up in conversation before, something you two could do if you want to be intimate but aren’t physically up for sex, but you’ve never actually done it before. “would you like that, sweetie?” yeonjun’s hair tickles your skin when he nods. you smile, happy to be able to offer him some help. 

per your request, he pulls his member through the fly of his loose boxers. the couch-side table has a drawer with emergency lube in it, so you pull that out while yeonjun is getting himself settled. you lay in front of him, and he hides his face in your neck again as you slowly stroke his dick, getting it nice and wet. he makes little sounds, and his hips twitch, but he doesn’t move other than that. 

you don’t wanna leave the warm blankets to take off your clothes, so you lift your t-shirt up and pull your panties to the side. it’s a little bit of a struggle, but eventually, yeonjun’s head pokes against your opening. you keep your leg draped over his hip, your knee pressing against the back cushion, and yeonjun lets out a small whimper as you guide him in.

“this okay?” you ask once your hips are flush against his, and he nods again. you settle into all of the feelings—the soft scent of yeonjun’s hair (he used your blueberry shampoo), the dim lighting from the movie still playing on the tv, the rise and fall of yeonjun’s chest against your body—and everything is so tender and safe.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

the two of you stay like that for a while. the movie you had on has gone off, and another one auto-played. the volume’s low, lulling you into a dreamy state, and you almost fall asleep, but the sound of your own involuntary moan clears the fog from your mind. 

yeonjun’s arms are wrapped around your body in what you previously thought of as a warm embrace, but soon realize is him holding you in place as his hips jerk into your own. his thrusts are uncoordinated and shallow, but they pull another moan from you as you feel his cock sliding against your walls.

“jjunie,” you call out, but he doesn’t answer. his breath is quick and harsh when it hits your skin, and you realize he’s asleep. you run your hand through his hair again, and his head falls back weightlessly. his eyes are squeezed shut and his cheeks are puffy, proving your point. you mean to make a noise of endearment, but it comes out as a whimper as your walls flutter around him. you’re so wet you can hear it, and you figure you must’ve leaked a lot to accommodate the weight of yeonjun in your cunt. 

his lips are still fixed in a pout, and you’re overcome with the need to kiss them, but he’s still a bit too far down. you settle for running your thumb across them and debate whether to wake him up or not. part of you wants to let him sleep because you know how tired he is. another part of you feels bad for him, wants to fuck him (and be fucked) properly, so he can actually get some rest. 

yeonjun’s lips part from your touch, breaking the barrier that’s holding back his noises. his grip on your torso gets tighter, pulling you closer to him as small gasps and whines tumble from his mouth. his thrusts are harsher, shaking your body, but still shallow and awkward, and you can tell he’s getting frustrated by the way his eyebrows are furrowed. 

you decide enough is enough – the poor baby obviously needs your help. you reach your hand down to halt the movement of his hips. he’s flush against you, and still weakly trying to thrust, but you hold his hip in place and pepper kisses along his forehead. he seemingly gives up, hips settling for grinding against you. 

“yeonnie,” you call out, swallowing down another moan and shaking him delicately. he stirs. “wake up, sweetie.” eventually his eyelids lift and his pretty eyes peek out, and you smile warmly at him. “need help?”

he follows your eyes down to where your cores are connected, and even in the dim lighting you can see his face redden. his hips stop grinding into yours.

“shit, ‘m so sorry.” his voice is thick with sleep and hushed from embarrassment. you giggle.

“that’s alright,” you say. “you didn’t answer my question.”

“uh– i’m not sure,” he says, but his hips are twitching again. your walls squeeze around him, and his eyes shut tightly. “i’m not…can’t hold myself up.”

“that’s okay. i can do all the work for you, jjunie.” you hold his hips as you slide him out of you, and he lets out a breathy moan. 

“oh, my,” you breathe out, because there’s so much liquid. yeonjun’s cock is coated in the sticky, white fluid, a mix of your wetness and yeonjun’s precum.

“fuck,” yeonjun breathes out. you look at him, and he looks up at you, but his eyes fall back down to the vulgar sight. the sight of his dick twitching, leaking more precum out of the tip, springs you into action. you lift up from the couch to hover above yeonjun’s hips, giving him a few seconds to lay on his back. in the meantime, you slide your wet panties off. when he’s all settled, you straddle his hips and grind your wetness against his length.

“mmh~ y/n,” he moans breathily over the sticky, wet sounds, and his hands come to rest on your hips.

“does this feel good?” you ask around your own breathless noises. 

“y-yea, but i’m g-gonna cum.”

“don’t wanna cum, jjunie?” 

he shakes his head against the couch, roughing up his hair. “wanna feel you again, w-wanna be inside you.”

on a different day, you might’ve made him cum like this then fucked him, but he’s in such a tender headspace, and you don’t wanna push him too far. you stop the movements of your hips and instead lean down to press a gentle kiss on his lips. he’s kissing you back immediately, and his hold on your hips tightens as he grinds into you.

you pull away from the kiss and say with a smile, “thought you wanted to stop that.”

“feels good, ‘m so hard,” he says. you move a little lower, straddling his thighs instead, and take his member into your hand. you stroke it a few times, slowly. his hips try to thrust into the touch, but your weight is holding him down. he whines in discontent.

“y/n– please don’t t-tease me, i c-can’t take it.” 

you hum at that and kiss his cheeks in apology. you lift your hips and align his tip with your opening. you both groan when you bottom out, and yeonjun nearly sinks into the couch cushions.

yeonjun’s going to slip into subspace. you can tell from the way his eyes are already glazing over and his hands are laying uselessly by his sides. you lift them up to lay them by his head instead, and hold yourself up by pushing them into the cushion. his finger twitches, and you lean down to kiss it gently. 

“gonna move now, okay, sweetie?” 

he nods, staring at you in wonder. you give him another smile and slowly lift your hips, sliding until his head is hooked on your entrance. you whimper at the feeling, but it goes unheard under yeonjun’s breathy whine. you slide down again and build a pace.

“fuck, you’re so warm and s-soft and–” his words fall off as your pace quickens. he’s so pretty, body rocking up and down against the couch as you bounce on his cock, and his hips buck up to meet you halfway. his eyes stay on you even though it looks like he’s struggling to keep them open, and his hands repeatedly ball into fists just to unravel. “so good, it’s so g-good, not gonna last long.”

you’re angling him to hit your sweet spot dead-on, and you’re not gonna last long yourself watching yeonjun fall apart below you. he’s usually more composed to this, but he babbles the most when he’s in subspace, feeling so many emotions and needing to tell you, needing to let you know that–

“i’m gonna– cum, fuck, n/n, don’t stop, please, don’t–” only then do his eyes squeeze shut, mouth hanging open and hips meeting you halfway as you send him over the edge. he’s still fucking up into you, even as his noises raise in pitch and his hips jerk from overstimulation, until you’re reaching your own high, moaning out praises just for his sweet ears. 

it takes every ounce of strength left in your body to not collapse on top of him. his hips are still twitching, and he whines as you slide him out of your heat.

“are you with me, yeonnie? can you look at me?” you ask when his eyes don’t open. they flutter open prettily as soon as you ask, though. they’re still spacey, his mind still a bit far away, so you pepper kisses along his torso while he comes to. his fingers come down to tap on your thigh, grabbing your attention, and when you look up at him, he puckers his lips.

“aw, you want a kiss?” you ask joyfully, so endeared by him, and you give him another gentle one since he’s still fragile. “was that all okay?” you ask after pulling away, rubbing your thumb along his cheek. he nods. “think you’re gonna need another bath?” you ask, ‘cause his boxers are soaked, and his skin is glistening with sweat, and you figure you’re in a similar state. he nods again.

“okay, sweetie. let’s go get you cleaned up, then you can rest, okay?” you help him out of his shorts and lead him to the bathroom. 

in the warm, soapy water, you scrub him off and give him a listening ear as he finally tells you how shitty his week has been, and how you helped him through it even if he was too drained to give you a proper thank you. he gives you one now, and you guys rinse and dry off before snuggling in bed, exchanging more sweet kisses, and drifting into sleep.

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a/n : my very first yj work yay!!! this fanfiction being released from the dungeon after being in my google drive for weeks :

this story on ao3 :))

[bwlkins]

I think there's something in that.

[salamispots]

after playing stardew for 1200+ hours and coral island for 100+ I wish more games with romanceable characters have the option where you dON'T date/marry them but you can invite them to become roommates/buds with you in your house (like in stardew where you become roommates with krobus :'D)

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

You know, back at his place, I heard your heartbeats.

[emry-stars-art]

Jellyfish, specifically JellyNeil has no concept of gender nor does it remotely care about its gender until a very specific series of events

Find the mer au masterpost here 💕

[alleyross]

zayne may or may not accidentally slip a little about his mt. eternal experience and that makes mc go nuts

so, zayne is a combat medic, which sucks, mc thinks. he’s trained, fit, his evol is deadly and he’s intelligent enough to figure out any emergency situation he sometimes willingly gets into, but it still sucks. mostly because, well, he can die any day and that won’t even be something unusual for him, since he’s out here risking his life left and right. just an ordinary stuff. his colleagues may as well just move his body aside and continue working through some heavy shift somewhere in the mountains or god knows where else, since that appears to be their modus operandi for every business day.

no, she’s not exaggerating. actually, it seems to be an understatement even. a cold grasp of anxiety takes her by the throat, as she lies down in her bed, pass midnight, while there’s no one else beside her, because zayne’s got an urgent call, conveniently escaping further interrogations after accidentally slipping about what happened to him in the mountains four years ago.

she knew nothing good happened there. in fact, there were more dead than survivors, and zayne’s got lucky, even though he never reminisced about it out loud. maybe that was one of the reasons she could manage to go about her days, not worrying that hard about him every time.

well, shit, now she can’t. what a pity. turns out, you can’t just view someone else’s job the same way knowing how extreme it can get and how deep it traumatised your beloved one. even his natural ability to restrain himself which worked a bit too well sometimes can’t fool her now, she swears. he won’t be able to toss aside this topic next time he wakes up from a nightmare. she’ll drown him in anxious tenderness and kisses and will probably cry a little. she wants to cry even now, but that’s just stupid and certainly won’t help to fall asleep. it seems like she shouldn’t wait for zayne tonight — the call seemed serious.

she tries to suppress the urge to call him as well. partially because he can be really busy right now, but also because it would be somehow hypocritical. zayne knows very well about her job. zayne himself treated majority of her battle wounds. once he quite literally bathed his hands in her blood, because her stomach wound was deeper than the pacific ocean, and he didn’t let someone else operate her.

somehow he managed to keep his sanity through this. why would she make her feelings about something that happened so long ago his problem?

she turns away from his side of bed — empty and cold — and sighs deeply. nobody’s safe giving the circumstances of their routine. wanderers are everywhere, you can’t escape them even working at flower shop. yet…

“we had to… you know. leave people where they were lying. we didn’t have any time to move bodies aside. just checked if they could be reanimated and if not, we moved on. until the operation is over. and then the next one. they lied for hours, and we stood there, trying not to look away from our own hands.”

that’s what zayne said to her, looking into the ceiling, when she asked him about his colleagues. she remembered his friend william and how he didn’t make it through that expedition. zayne didn’t mention it before, but she knew that william’s death was particularly painful for him. seems like instead of talking about william, zayne decided to pay her attention to something else. although the topic he chose wasn’t really unusual in general — she’s a hunter, after all — the second she imagined him in that place, lying dead on the ground while people around didn’t even bother to… zayne understood immediately after he took a look at her face. he took a breath to reassure her, to say something soothing, to justify things that happened to him, but no word escaped his mouth.

and in that exact moment his phone rang. then he got up, got dressed and left. the image of his dead body didn’t.

it doesn’t leave until she closes her eyes in a hollow tiredness. when she opens them again, it’s nearly dawn. zayne sits beside her, still fully dressed, still radiating cold after being outside on a december night. his hand brushes against her hair.

“hi”, he whispers.

horrible images fade away with every deem of faint orange sunlight covering his face inch by inch. the dawn breaks mercifully. she clings to his thigh and anxiety slowly leaves her body, unclenching her heart and lungs unwillingly.

“hi”, she whispers back, looking up at him. “is everything alright?”

she just hopes he has good news on him.

zayne smiles faintly.

“yes, love. it’s fine. i’m fine”

there’s no energy for further interrogation left in her body. and she’s sure there’s no energy in his body as well. so she squeezes his knee and sighs.

“i love you. let’s keep us safe, huh?”

zayne agrees without any words. his quiet “i love you too” hides in the nape of her neck a couple of minutes later, giving her a much needed solace.

[kibbyy]

would yall hate me if i say i still haven’t listened to the epic saga all at once start to finish? i fuck with the music tho and i had to make an edit of them to it

[poketaur]

i gave it its tail back because i caaaaannn 😈

[curioussubjects]

my take on mel's level of sexual experience is that she's kissed people before but never had sex. 1. because she has trouble connecting with people, and i think it'd be hard for her to get close enough to someone that sex would a possibility (if she did have a partner at any point though i think it's likely college before her parents died) and 2. with med school and taking care of becca where would she find the time to meet someone and build up to that point (even in a fwb type situation). and that's not even considering any potential asexuality at play (ymmv on that one).

her solo play game is insane though. you know how much sensory fun an autistic girl can have with a modest trove of sex toys? you're gonna tell me she didn't go on a rabbit hole researching kink just for fun? the smut she's been reading on the bus? you're telling me she doesn't have a favorite brand of lube? sex is so weird and fun and fascinating as part of the human condition but also the science of it!

and does her practical inexperience motivate her to learn all she can about sex in theory to make up for it? (in terms of medical practice, i mean).

but also mel who craves connecting with other people and is deeply curious about sexual intimacy, personally

which is all to say that if anybody is blushing is frank when he reads through mel's non-comprehensive list of all the stuff she couldn't do by herself that she wants to do with him. she even taught him a couple things

[chainymail]

i’m a pretty solid top/dom most of the time. but we were practicing disarms in fencing the other day and I don’t break for much but. so imagine your parry goes south while your opponent switches simultaneously to a single hand grip. then, crucially, there’s some kind of a spin move as they grab your cross guard and fuck you up with torque and physics. it’s painful and disorienting so you whip around with a sore wrist and nothing to protect yourself except maybe a dagger, and there they are, crouching in guard, a blade in each hand, your ego under their boot. are you hearing me

[mollywog]

Finnick one-of-the-most-stunning-sensuous-people-on-the-planet Odair

Katniss: 😒🙄

Gale good-looking, You-can-tell-by-the-way-the-girls-whisper-about-him-when-he-walks-by-in-school-that-they-want-him Hawthorne

Katniss: 😐🤷🏽‍♀️

Peeta not-entirely-hopeless, once-the-stylists-get-hold-of-you-you’ll-be-attractive-enough Mellark

Katniss: 😏😍

[cabesswtaer]

jerejean actually means so much to me like.. they both see things in the other person that they refuse to see in themselves..

[starry-eyed-moth]

Jayce is so helpful 🐶

[koiyoiki]

the dynamic between Near and Light in the Noelverse is just so funny to me I'm sorry like-

(start of Noel)

Light: Fuck you Near!

Near: Fuck you Kira!

(end of Noel)

Light: You know what Near's not that bad

Near: hmm I actually kind of enjoy Light's company

(start of Resurrection)

Light: FUCK YOU NEAR

Near: why do I feel guilty about everything

(end of Resurrection)

Light: I'm glad we're getting along again :)

Near: if anything were to happen to Light I would kill anyone responsible and then myself

(start of Reunion)

Light: NATE GOD DAMNIT

Near: Light's upset because of me again this sucks :(

(end of Reunion)

Light: I can finally think of you as a friend

Near: I would willingly go to jail with you