midnightfantasiesanddaydreams

[midnightfantasiesanddaydreams]

Hi, is it possible to request something g Ignis has been intimate with his s/o before, but what would it be to have sex the first time like after he has gone blind?

Okay so I took a little bit of a different direction withthis one. Iggy, the man who went blind. The man who never complained about it,never put his burden on anyone else, who was so devoted to his cause that he didhis best to carry on as normal. But even so, there had to be times when he letthe reality of what happened hit him, surely? He doesn’t always have to be so strong! 

Ignis x Fem!ReaderNSFWWC: 4819 (Holy cow I’m so sorry this is so long!)

!!HEAVY NSFW BELOW!!

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Being surrounded by darkness for years, you’d have thoughthe’d have gotten used to it be now. But truth be told he hadn’t. He neverregretted the choice he’d made to which had led to his blindness, but still, hecouldn’t help but feel saddened. There were so many things he was missing outon, that he longed to enjoy once more. Simple things taken for granted, such aswanting to see the vibrant colour of the bed sheets he was clutching aroundhimself now as he sat up in bed.

It was late. That he knew from the gentle deep breathscoming from the side of him as she slept peacefully. Usually, Ignis had notrouble dreaming, it was one way he could see again. But tonight was one of thenights where nothing would work. Clear liquid over spilled from his vacant, oncevibrant emerald eyes, rolling down his cheek creating a damp path to his chinwhere it collected a little before falling onto the bed sheets below.

After everything he’d done. Everything he’d fought for… thiswas his reward.

Before he could stop himself, Ignis sucked in a haggardbreath, staccato from crying. He mentally cursed himself as the girl beside himwoke up, wishing he could stop the display of sadness. She hated seeing himthis way.

“Iggy…?” The voice asked mid way through a yawn, and the bedcreaked slightly from her movement. She turned to face her boyfriend, seeing inan instant how he was feeling.

“Oh Iggy!” She breathed, throwing the covers off herself tosit up and wrap her arms around his shoulders. His body shook slightly in hertight embrace, the sobs racking his body. Tears streaked her shoulder as heburied his head into the crook of her neck, searching for her familiar comfort.Caring fingers ran through his soft tawny hair soothingly, and soon the tearsstopped. It wasn’t often that you saw him like this, Iggy had adapted to hisnew life so well that he could fool almost everyone that he was absolutelyfine. Almost.

Ignis gulped and sat up, his lashes sparkling with the tearshe’d cried.

“I…I apologise…” He began.

“No! Don’t you ever be sorry.” You told him, seeking hishand to hold.

“I only wish that I could see you right now. You always makeme feel better.”

A lump caught in your throat as you too wished ferventlythat by some miracle, Ignis would gain his sight back.

He always pushedhimself to his limit… so devoted to his cause. It just didn’t seem fair toyou that through all this man’s passion, his devotion and sheer kindness thatthis is how he was repaid. His whole life had been about protecting Noctis,guiding him into his role and now…

“[Name]…?” He asked, unsure about the reason for yoursilence.

“Yes Iggy, I do too.”

The sight of your broken boyfriend was enough to crush yourheart. In a desperate attempt to cheer him up, you leant forward and touchedyour lips to his. He stiffened a fraction at the surprise contact, but thenpuckered his lips with a warm smile, gently moulding his lips around yours. Butthen soon, too soon as always, he pulled away. A small, unhappy pucker formedbetween his eyebrows as he frowned sadly.

You sighed.

“Ignis, please don’t…”

“I’m sorry [Name], but I just… I can’t…”

“Don’t say it!”

Any form of intimate contact between the two was usuallystopped or cut off by Ignis, who believed that he would not be able to pleaseyou, to make you as happy as he should. Kisses were often sloppy due to hisguesstimating, his searching lips often missing their destination, but younever cared about that. It only made it mean more to you, but Ignis could notbe persuaded of this fact.

For such anunderstanding guy, he sure can be stubborn.

Iggy’s fingers played with the slip of material he had holdof, the bed sheets twisting in his nimble fingers. He didn’t want to let herdown, that’s all. Sure, she was always trying to persuade him how she loved hiskisses, but maybe she was only saying that for his benefit? So he didn’t feelas useless? There was no doubt in his mind that she loved him, as much as heloved her and he was forever grateful for her help, comfort and kindness. Butthere was always a stab of doubt that wondered if her words were an extensionof that kindness, that she was saying them just because she loved him ratherthan because she meant it.

“My love, I’d give anything to be…to be normal again foryou.”

“Ignis, you arenormal. And you know I don’t mind in the slightest. I want you to be able tosee again for you.”

Well, maybe a tiny bitfor me. You thought, longing to feel the passion in his lips once more,rather than careful and reserved touches.

Ignis didn’t answer, only stared into the distance withempty eyes. Your arms tightened around his waist, and you rested your head onhis shoulder. Ignis sighed contentedly with the warm contact. It’s not that hedidn’t love being in contact with you, didn’t want to cover you in kisses from head to toe, because he did verymuch so.

I want so badly tobreak him out of his shell. To be comfortable with me once more… You wishedto yourself, feeling Ignis’ fumbling fingers find your arms and he traced hisfingertips up and down them lightly.

Maybe I could try…?

Tilting your head slightly, you pressed your lips to thehollow of Ignis’ throat. Again, he stiffened initially with shock, but regainedhimself quickly and tipped his head back to give you better access to his neck.A quiet moan of appreciation rumbled from the back of his throat as you slowlyand lightly dragged your lips over his soft skin, pressing lingering kissesevery now and then.

On some days, you would get heated make out sessions withhim, but other times he wouldn’t feel up to it and you respected his wishes. Butso far he was allowing this. Finally you stopped at what you knew was hisfavourite spot on his neck and kissed him slowly, ever so lightly running yourtongue teasingly over his flesh.

The man’s eyes squeezed shut in an automatic reaction, adeep sigh escaping his lips as you continued to kiss his sweet spot. Yourministrations seemed to be working as Ignis reacted favourably to you, and hopeignited in your heart.

Maybe it is time topush my luck?

You slid the warm bed covers completely off you and shiftedround to sit in front of Ignis, holding on to his arms the whole time so heknew you weren’t leaving. Still he was slightly puzzled when you moved.

“[Name]?” He mumbled, and you swore you heard ahint of disappointment in his tone that you’d stopped. Again, this sparked thatbit of hope inside you.

“Right here Iggy.” You whispered back, straddlingyourself over his lap. Your hands rested on his shoulders while his searched tocome into contact with you, finally finding your waist and settling on yourhips.

“Ah, found you. How come you’ve mov-”

Ducking down you crashed your lips to his cutting him offmid sentence, desperately moulding your lips together. His fingers tightenedtheir grip on your waist, but after adjusting he kissed back to your surprise,his lips moving with yours in a fast passionate rhythm. He caught your bottomlip between his teeth and pulled on it gently, something he hadn’t done in along time.

Your heart raced as Ignis seemed to respond to you, kissingyou in a way he hadn’t for such a while that made you wonder if he still lovedyou as much. But this display dispelled those fears. Eagerly you slid yourtongue into Ignis’ hot open mouth, coaxing his to play back. Your hands ranover his shoulders and looped round his neck, one hand burying into his lighttawny hair, running your fingers softly over his head.

Ignis let out a low groan into your mouth, loving thefeeling of your massaging fingers. Your heart hammered against your chest,nervous and excited by this out of place, but very much welcome display ofaffection. With a gasp, both of you broke apart the kiss for air, yourforeheads pressed together as you both tried to slow your breathing.

“Well… what brought that on?” Ignis pantedquietly, fingers trailing circles on the skin of your waist.

“I just need you so much Ignis. I love you.”

“I love you too [Name].”

You weren’t sure if it was on purpose or not, but Ignishadn’t answered the first part of your reply. So to test the waters, you gentlyslid your hands down from his hair until they rested on his broad chest,fingers fumbling to undo the first button of his pyjama top…

Strong hands over lapped yours, stopping you in your task.

“[Name]…” Ignis’ voice was strained and quiet,like he was struggling with some inner turmoil.

“Yes…?”

“You know I can’t…”

“Why Iggy?” You sighed but relaxed your hands;never would you force him into this. You just wanted to know why he rejectedyou over and over again.

Iggy’s hands stayed holding yours as his head drooped.Should he just tell her…?

“I just… I’m not confident enough.”

“Confident? About what?” You wondered, thoroughlythrown by the man’s answer.

“That I won’t…be enoughfor you. And what you deserve. You deserve the world kitten.” A light pinkhue dusted Ignis’ cheeks as he spoke, and you finally clicked on to what he wassaying. And a smile broke out on your face.

Always stubbornlyputting me first, even when I demand otherwise…

“Ignis you could never let me down even if you tried.” You whispered, his handsgoing slack on your wrists, giving you back the movement of your hands.Immediately you cupped his face. Shutting his eyes, he leaned into your palmalmost instinctively.

“How do you know…?” He whispered.

“Let me show you how I know.” And with that youbrought his lips back down to meet yours in a passionate heated kiss. A moan ofresignation fell from his mouth and he kissed you back once again, as desperateand wanting as before. Your heart hammered against your chest as yourealised… He was allowing this. He was letting you show him how much youloved him, that his impairment meant nothing to you and he was still the same Ignisyou fell in love with. And you weren’t going to let him down.

Your legs tightened their grip around the man’s waist, yourfingers returning back to their previous task of undoing his pyjama topbuttons, but this time there was no interruption. Quickly undoing everyobstacle, you finally pushed the open top down Iggy’s shoulders, slowlyskimming over his soft, light skin. He shivered slightly under your lighttracing finger nails, his heart hammering in his chest. Ignis was beyondnervous, something he didn’t feel often. But he was also willing.

“Here, touch me too Ignis.” You whispered to him,wrapping your fingers around his wrists, lifting his hands and gently placingthem on your shoulders. This gave him free roam, so he didn’t have to doanything he was uncomfortable with.

Long fingers overlapped the skin of your shoulders, playingwith the straps of your camisole top. Nervously he followed down your arm,pulling the straps with him and helpfully you lifted your arms out of thegarment and pulled it off over your head. Cool air rushed to greet your exposedskin, and you gasped as Ignis’ also cool hands came into contact with yourstomach.

“Ah, I apologise.” He mumbled quickly, going towithdraw his hands away.

“No. It’s okay I like this.” Quickly you graspedhis hands and guided them back onto the skin of your stomach to reassure him. Ignisnodded, gulping slightly he let his fingers start to gently glide upward.

“You’re so soft [Name]…” He uttered, loving thefeel of your silky smooth skin under his calloused finger tips.

All you managed was a quite moan of acknowledgement, Iggy’steasingly light touch already infuriating you. You wanted more of this, and thelight trail was driving you mad with want. Ignis meanwhile was feeling amixture of nervousness and also excitement, he wanted this like you. He’dmissed this closeness too, it was just…

No, I’m going to givethis a try. For both of us.

Pushing the negative, perfectionist thoughts from his head, Ignisallowed his hands to slide upward onto the exposed skin of your chest. Both ofyou gasped at the contact, your back bending ever so slightly to push yourchest further into those wanting hands.

“Yeah I… don’t wear a bra to bed.”

“Yeah.” Ignis gulped hard. “I can tell.”

You had to stifle a little giggle at his strained tone, butthen you let go of a surprised moan as his fingers started softly kneading yourflesh, no longer reserved but wanting. Sat on his lap you could feel his ownarousal beginning to show. With a hungry moan you leant down to seal your lipsback to his, passionately kissing him as his fingers continued theirministrations. Your hands found his strong chest, dragging your nails ever solightly over the light skin causing the brunette to shiver under your touch.Almost automatically your hips began to grind down slowly on the boy underneathyou, desperate for any friction.

“[Name]…!” Ignis moaned your name, slightlysounding surprised at your moves, but before you could say anything he thrustedhis hips forward, his erection prominent through two pairs of flimsy underwearand soft pyjamas. A soft groan left your lips as you grind back.

God you had missedthis.

Ignis had too, loving the feel of your soft body under hishands. He skimmed his fingers over your breasts, down your stomach, around yourhips and back up, memorising each curve and bump of your body. It was almostlike he could see you, rocking yourhips against him and he moaned at the thought. With each touch and sigh he elicitedfrom your lips, his confidence grew. He remembered how he used to make youwrithe beneath him, make you come just from the touch of his hands alone.

Boy did he want that again.

“Kitten, I want you laid out on the bed.” Ignis murmured,his lips ghosting across the shell of your ear earning a shiver. You had tostop yourself from crying out yes! This is what you had missed, thepleasure the both of you got from being intimate in this way. Blood rushedthrough your veins in excitement as you did as he asked instantly, neverletting go of his arms so he knew where you were at all times.

Ignis gulped as he reached out with one hand, nervous totouch you but breathed a sigh of relief when he came into contact with the softflesh of your stomach. His fingers trailed up and down once more, learning yourbody all over again.

“Your curves are just divine…” He uttered, causing you toblush at his words. He smiled at your silence, knowing just what face you wouldbe pulling.

“[Name] I… I may need some guidance to help me with this.” Thelast thing he wanted was to hurt you by accident. His voice was suddenly quiet,less confident now that he was asking for help. But you didn’t care, you’d dowhatever he wanted to be intimate with him again. Silently you rested your handon top of his, feeling his nervousness in the wavering of his fingers.

“It’s okay…” You whispered, still not quite believing thiswas happening. But gently and slowly, you guided Ignis’ hand down your body,over your stomach down to your wet entrance. Both of your breathing hitchedwith anticipation, but gently Ignis sunk his fingers into you until he heardyour breathy sigh of contentment.

“Thank you, kitten.”

You were about to reply, but a strangled moan is all thatleft your lips as he began to slide his fingers in and out of you gently, justlike he used to.

“Mmm, I think I’d forgotten just how wet you get for me…”

All you could do was gasp in response, lifting your hips upto meet his thrusting fingers. You may not have done anything like thistogether in a while, but it was certain that Ignis hadn’t lost his silvertongue. Suddenly you could feel his thumb on you, searching for your mostsensitive spot, and when he found it –

“Oh my god.” Youwhimpered, causing Ignis to smirk at your outburst.

His fingers sunk into you again and again, his thumb workingmagic circles at the same time. You could hear his own ragged breathing,knowing he was loving the noises he was getting you to make. A familiar feelingcoiled in your stomach from his unrelenting fingers, and he realised it beforeyou even said anything.

“You can let go, my love.”

And you did just that, your hands gripping onto what theycould find; the bedrest and the sheets underneath you as Ignis finally withdrewhis fingers smiling warmly.

“It’s been so long since I last heard you moan like that…It’s heavenly.” His voice dipped low, like he was almost shy to share histhoughts. No, shy wasn’t the right word… sad?

“You can hear it as much as you want, trust me.” You giggledthrough your panting, slowly coming down from cloud nine.

“But Iggy?”

“Yes?”

“It’s your turn.”

Ignis gulped at your words, but his heart raced inanticipation.

“Lean back.” You whispered, and he obliged at once, leaningback until his head met with his pillow and you straddled him once more. Althoughthey weren’t as expressive as they once were, you swore you could see the want in his eyes. His hands rested eitherside of his head, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His lips wereslightly parted, a little red from the depth of your kisses and his usuallyperfectly styled hair looked wind swept from where your hands had raked throughit. He was gorgeous, and he was all yours.That thought alone made you giddy with want.

Teasingly you rocked your hips against his hard length,drawing deep moans from the back of his throat, his hips automaticallythrusting up into yours. You could barely keep the smile off your face. Everymoan, every sound of pleasure you drew past his lips was like music to yourears. You bent forward to place kisses all over his broad chest, dragging yourlips slowly down his body, teasingly torturing the man beneath you. You suckedand licked your way to the waistband of his underwear, leaving a quicklycooling wet trail behind you.

It took all Ignis had to not just pull his bottoms offhimself, instead he grasped at the bedsheets below him. He groaned infrustration as you twanged the elastic, dipping your tongue just underneath…

“[Name], please.”He uttered, sending a jolt through you. You’d never heard him beg before…

Eager to please, you dipped your fingers into either side ofhis underwear and pulled them off him in one swift motion. He was completelyrevealed to you, as beautiful as you remembered. With a gulp, you bent down andgripped the base of his cock, feeling it twitch in your hands in anticipation.

“Ah…ah.” He groaned softly at your gentle touch. But youwanted him louder, you wanted him to feel so good that he would forget abouthis reservations, forget his negative thoughts, just feel.

“Oh god.” Hehissed as you opened your mouth and tried your best to fit his cock in with onemotion. You didn’t give him the chance to recover, swirling your tongue aroundhis shaft as you dragged your lips back up to the tip before going back downagain.

Ignis was a mess underneath you, only you could make him do this, only you could make him come apart at the seams. Your body sang withevery groan he made, like praise. His hips were thrusting up sporadically,desperate to cover his length with your hot mouth.

“Fuck, [Name].” Hehissed, his fingers searching until they found your head, fisting in your hairto help guide you up and down his length. Soon you could feel his cock twitchunder your tongue and you knew he was getting close, so you withdrew your mouthwith a soft pop. Sitting up to see your handiwork, you were pleased to see onearm thrown over his forehead, his chest rising with every ragged breath.

Ignis groaned in frustration, already missing the feel ofyour lips wrapped around him. That spurred you on to say what you did.

“Iggy I… I really want you. If I can have you…?”

At your shaky, nervous voice Ignis lifted his arm of hisforehead and sat up, hands searching for you once again. Gently, you guidedthem to your shoulders where he stroked up your neck to cup your face.

“Are you sure…? I might not be able to… fully satisfy you-”

“I’m sure.” You cut him off, your voice no longer nervous,but steady. There was no way he could ever let you down, you knew that already.You just wanted him to see it.

“If…if you are certain, then I want you too [Name].” Agentle smile touched the corners of his lips, but you could tell he was stillnervous. Gently you splayed your hands on his chest and slowly guided himbackwards so his back was pressed against the cold hard bedrest.

“I’m beyond certain. I want you Ignis Scientia.” You toldhim, straddling him once more. You could feel his heart racing under the palmof your hand, and you knew how much this meant to him, to you both. It would be a turning point inyour relationship, and you knew you were more than ready for it.

His breath caught at your words. How could he have notrealised that you did want him so much? He had just filled his head withnegative worries over and over, when in fact you had been telling the truth allalong. Tears collected in the corner of his eyes as he realised the depth ofyour love.

“Then you can have me.” He told you with a smile, and withouthesitation you sank down onto him, feeling him fill you up.

“Ugh… you feel so good.”You almost whined as his hands came to rest on your hips once more.

“The same could be said about you.” He answered, and youknew he was trying his best to stay composed but the strain in his voice wasgiving him away easily.

You let yourself get accustomed to the feeling of him insideyou, a welcome full feeling that youhad been longing for, for such a long time. One of your hands found its wayinto his hair once more, the other cupping his cheek. You could feel himbreathing hard.

“[Name], I love you.” His voice was uncharacteristically shaky,but that just made him all the more adorable to you. Gently you leaned forwarduntil your forehead was pressed against his.

“I love you too Iggy.” You told him, and with that you beganto ride him. Slowly you rocked your hips against him, pushing forward until histip was just inside you to slowly rock down and plunge him in again.

The noises Iggy made were delicious. Breathy pants and whispered words of “gods above”, yourname falling from his lips in a deep, almost sinful cry. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips,pulling you back down onto him sharply, like he couldn’t get enough of beingburied in your wet warmth.

“Gods I’ve missed this.” He groaned, and you nodded backbreathlessly.

“Me too.” You uttered in reply, a smile touching his lips atyour words. And he thought he couldn’t satisfy you… Yeah right. The hand on his cheek drifted over to his half closedeye, your finger tracing lightly over the scar there before you kissed it.

“You… are more than enough for me. You’re all I want Iggy,you could never let me down.”

His hands tightened around your waist, a clear liquidcollecting in the corners of his eyes once more at your words. He could finallyunderstand them, finally believed them. In one swift motion, he brought yourface down to his and locked your lips in a heated kiss, thrusting his hips upinto yours to match your every bounce. He fucked you deep, increasing the speedof your rhythm to match his desperate kisses. No longer did he care if theywere sloppy, all he knew in this instant was that he wanted to make you feel asgood as you were making him feel, to make you close your eyes and see starsbehind your lids.

“Iggy…” Yousighed, your chest pressed against his, feeling the outline of his welldeveloped body sliding against yours in rhythm. Both of your breaths becamelaboured and heavy, your bodies steaming up the little bedroom quickly as hepumped into you again and again relentlessly. Once again a tight coil ofpressure began building in your lower stomach, and Iggy could tell you wereclose.

“Ah… I, ah!”

“That’s okay kitten, let go.”

His lust filled, silky voice granting you permission wasenough to push you over the edge as you came hard around him, crying his nameand burying your face into his neck. As your walls tightened around him hefollowed soon after, his last desperate thrusts riding out his orgasm.

Thoroughly worn out you flopped against his chest, both ofyou breathing hard. His hand followed up from your hips to wrap themselves aroundyour back, his fingers tracing lazy patterns into your skin. No words werespoken for a while, both of you basking in the after glow of what you’d justdone.

Oh my god… it actuallyhappened! You could barely believe it. You’d made Ignis feel good again,broken down his reserved barrier. Your heart felt like it could burst fromhappiness, and you planted kisses all along his chest.

“How…how was that for you my love…?” Came his unusuallytentative voice, still breathless.

“Are you kidding? Incredible.”

You felt him smile into your hair, and you were pleased thathe felt good about himself for a change.

“I…I’m sorry that I haven’t been overly romantic with youlately. I felt less confident in my abilities to… ah, please you, than I realised. I shouldn’t have let it take over me.For that, I apologise.”

“You don’t have to apologise, really. I’m just glad you feela bit more confident now. Beside, call that making it up to me.” You giggled,and finally eased yourself off your boyfriend, yet still keeping in contactwith him. Pulling the bed sheets up and over the both of you, you snuggled intohis side and fell to sleep rather easily – the man had exhausted you!

Ignis felt her sleep beside him and pulled her closer to hisside. He wasn’t completely confident in himself, but thanks to their little… tryst, he knew how deep her love for himwent, and for that he was willing to try anything. She didn’t care that he wasn’t the same as he used to be, she didn’t seehim any differently due to his blindness. In fact, she was one of the very fewpeople who hadn’t changed her views on him after the accident. How could he not have realised? Her lovefor him flowed through her very being, and tonight he remembered that. He vowedthen that he would never let his worries consume him like that again, lest theyever come between him and his partner.

Ignis smiled and snuggled into to her, his searching lipsfinally coming into contact with her forehead.

“Goodnight, my love.” He uttered.

[midnightfantasiesanddaydreams]

Ignis and his s/o having sex in a tent while the others are sleeping?

My gosh nonnie you know how to make me blush. I feel like I need a cold shower after writing this! 😂 Eh but I love it.

Heavy NSFW BELOW!

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When you get Ignis going… well, RIP you. 

The heavy snores of your camp mates reverberated in yourskull, causing you to grit your teeth. It was fine for all of them, they werefast asleep within minutes of their heads hitting their pillows. You on theother hand, were finding it rather difficult to join them in the land of nod. Itdidn’t help that you were so cold.The tent and your sleeping bag seemed to be doing nothing to keep out the chillof the night air, and you just couldn’tget comfortable enough to drift off.

Huffing and sighing, you rolled over in your sleeping bag,and came face to face with your boyfriend Iggy. Surprisingly, his eyes wereopen.

Probably heard mesighing my head off. You thought guiltily, but all the negativitydisappeared as the tawny haired man smiled warmly at you. That smile just meltedyour heart.

“Having trouble sleeping?” He whispered, reaching a hand outof his sleeping back to gently push your hair out of your face. You leaned intohis touch automatically, feeling your irritation just… dissolve away…

“How could you tell?”

“You seem to be sighing and groaning an awful lot.” Heteased, but hey he was right.

“I just can’t get to sleep. It’s alright for this lot, outlike lights the lot of them. I’m pretty sure Noctis only needs to look at hispillow and he’s gone.”

A snort came from said sleepy boy, the only thing signallingthat he was still alive. Man, he slept like a stone once he was out. You had all also had a tiring day, fightingquite a few beasts for food rations so everyone was shattered come night time.But you still hadn’t managed to sleep a wink.

“And it doesn’t help that I’m freezing.” You hissed, clutching your sleeping bag even closer.

“Well, I think I have a solution for that.” Iggy whispered,unzipping his own sleeping bag and holding it out to you. You could feel hisbody heat radiating off him, and in an instant without even thinking about it,you were out of your sleeping bag and curled up in his in no time. Letting outa sigh of contentment, you snuggled up to your boyfriend, warming up instantly.Your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck, your legs entwined with hisand his strong arms wrapped around you protectively.

“Perfect.” You whispered in satisfaction.

“I’m extremely inclined to agree.” Ignis uttered, and youcould feel the smile on his lips as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, pullingyou closer to him. You wanted to kiss him back, but snuggled up as you werethere was no way you could get to his lips. So you settled for kissing histhroat, the easiest place you could get to. As your lips made contact with thehollow of his throat, his leg gave a slight twitch.

Hmm, that’s odd…

Curious, you kissed him again, opening your mouth to coverslightly more skin. You heard a sharp intake of breath as his hand resting onyour arm tightened its grip slightly. Biting your lip to keep from smiling, yourealised that you’d found one of Ignis’ sweet spots. You loved his reactions,and you wanted to see what else you could make him do… Cautiously, youpressed your lips to the same spot once more, but this time you let the tip ofyour tongue run over his skin ever so gently…

“[N-name]!” He whispered harshly, hisfingers leaving imprints in your skin.

She was driving him crazy, in under five minutes she’s founda sweet spot that when she kissed, sent shivers straight up his spine. And godsabove when she used her tongue…

“Yes?” Came her reply, innocently enough.

She cannot be serious.She must know what she’s doing to me.

“What are you doing?” He was embarrassed to hear that hisvoice sounded strained.

“I’m just kissing you.” She whispered back, ever so sweetly,as once more she kissed and nipped at that spot…

You could feel Iggy’s jaw tighten, and a feeling of euphoriawashed over you.

I’m making him do this.His harsh breaths and sharp gasps were like music to your ears.

“Come off it [Name], you know exactly what you’re doing tome.”

“Hmmm… no, I don’t think I do…”

He had to stop himself from groaning in frustration. If theyhad been alone right now, he’d have put an end to this teasing in a way that hadher biting her lip from pleasure. Butthey weren’t alone. They had three other people sleeping around them in a tinytent.

Oh what you do to me[Name]…

But even as he thought this, Ignis couldn’t deny the wantthat surged through him in powerful waves. She was such a tease, but she was his tease… and by the gods did he want to take her right now.

Damn it Ignis, youneed to stop. He willed himself to think rationally. It wasn’t gentlemanly ofhim to want such things right now, and he had to stop before she noticed-

“Oh, well I think I have an idea now.” She almost giggled,and Ignis couldn’t stop the blush from entering his cheeks even if he tried. Asclose as they were, it was almost impossible to hide his growing arousal. Allhis composure had gone out the window, all at the mere thought of her.

“I…I’m sorry.” He stuttered, feeling mortified at his lackof self-control. That was, until she pushed herself against his body, her handssliding around his waist.

“Don’t be…” She shuffled in the sleeping bag until they werefinally eye to eye. The look in her eyes had him gulping. It reflected hiswants perfectly.

“[Name]… we shouldn’t, not right now…” Credit to the man, hetried to stop himself, he really did.But his protest was feeble and weak, and you knew he wanted you bad.

“Shouldn’t… but we could.”You bit your lip, smiling cheekily at your suggestion. The one gesture disarmedIgnis completely, he just found you so irresistible.

It took him all of about three seconds to answer.

“Fuck it.” Hehissed and brought his lips down to yours in one swift movement. Your body sangat the contact, your heart racing at what you agreed to do. One hand wounditself in your hair, the other skimmed down your stomach, over your waist torest on your lower back as he pulled you against him in one sharp move.

You groaned softly against his mouth, two pieces of flimsy fabricthe only thing stopping you from fully feeling his arousal. His lips were roughagainst yours, needy as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip.

He wanted her, neededher.

This is what you do tome.

You gasped as he gently tugged at your bottom lip, whichcaused him to pull back slightly. It reminded you of where you were, the heavybreathing of the fast-asleep boys suddenly becoming apparent.

“Shhhh, kitten.” He hushed you quietly, drifting hisfingertips down your jawline lovingly. “As much as I love to hear you, you mustbe quiet.” His usual bright, emerald eyes were dark, and hooded with want. Itmade you gulp. All you could do was nod in reply.

“Good girl.” And with that his lips were at your throat,eager to repay your favour. He kissed down your jawline, your neck right down toyour collar bone, and leisurely travelled back up, his tongue swirling acrossyour skin teasingly every now and then.

Your fingers curled in his hair as he kissed you, strugglingto stay quiet. Ignis loved the feel of your little fingers tugging at his hair,scratching against his scalp. He could feel your chest rise and fall with eachpant, urging him on, when an idea struck him.

Leaving one last kiss at the base of your throat, Ignispulled away from you, elated to see the disappointment in your eyes.

“Roll over.” He whispered to you, but you did as he askedimmediately, desperate to feel his touch again. His hand snaked around yourwaist and pulled you taught against his body, your back pressed against ischest. His lips were against your ear, which he gave a quick kiss beforewhispering into.

“Now, you have tostay quiet.” He told you again, and before you could answer his hand skimmedacross your lower stomach, his fingertips brushing ever so lightly against thevery sensitive skin. You squirmed underneath his palm, earning a low chuckle.

“Hard, isn’t it?” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and at once you knew this was going tobe payback for earlier. His fingers played with the waistband of yourunderwear, so close but just not enough.

“Ignis…” Youbreathed, frustrated at his teasing touches.

Well, two could playat that game.

You pushed back into Ignis, your ass rubbing against hiserection to which you heard him gasp. You smiled into the darkness, happy tohave caused such a reaction.

Suddenly a loud crinkling sound could be heard as one of theboys rolled over in their sleeping bag. You and Ignis froze, not daring to movea muscle. But nothing happened, and you relaxed again, hearing the softbreathing return to the sleeper.

“That was close.” You whispered, your heart racing.

“Indeed.” Ignis agreed, but fluttered his fingers justunderneath the elastic of your panties.

It took all you had not to gasp, but your hips flexedforward in an automatic reaction, seeking the contact you’d been dying for.

“No fair.” You uttered at his dirty tack ticks, but Ignisjust grinned. He wasn’t through with you yet.

“Remember kitten, quiet.”He whispered in your ear again, and finally his fingers dipped under the flimsyfabric and came into contact with your wet warmth. You bit down hard on yourbottom lip, anything to stop themoans you were dying to make as his fingers worked quickly over your mostsensitive spot. Your hips rocked into his hand, but Ignis warned you to bequiet again so you stopped. But man, it felt good.

“You are so adorable.”He uttered, his voice low and husky. But you daren’t open your mouth to answer,in case you moaned something loud enough to wake even Noctis.

Thank the gods abovethat they are heavy sleepers.

Soon you felt a build-up in your lower stomach, and you knewyou were going to let go soon.

“Ignis.” You daredto warn him and he understood, lifting his free hand to your mouth so you couldbite around his fingers as you came as quietly as you could. Ignis finallywithdrew his fingers from your underwear and kissed your cheek, breathingslightly heavily himself.

“Very quiet, well done.” He whispered teasingly, smilinginto the crook of your neck as he pulled you close for a tight hug. Your heartpounded underneath the palm of his hand as you came down from cloud nine, thesounds of the sleeping boys once again sounding loud in your ears as youreturned to earth. Carefully you rolled over once more, back to facing yourboyfriend who welcomed you with a loving smile and a gentle, chaste kiss.

“That’s not it, is it?” You asked, smiling coyly. This guywas actually just going to satisfy you and ignore his own needs? No way, not onyour watch.

“What do you mean?” He asked, confused. His fingers were nowleisurely trailing up and down your back, calming and comforting.

“Ignis, I wantyou. Like, now.” You told him, watching with slight amusement as his eyes wentwide with the realisation.

“Are you sure?” He uttered.

“Yes.” Your handswent to remove him of his underwear hastily, leaving no time for him tooverthink it. He stifled a moan as you finally freed his erection, and hehurried to rid you of your underwear too. There wasn’t a fibre of his beingthat could resist her now. As quietly as he could, he rolled on top of her, leaningon his elbows and looking down into her [e/c] eyes in wonder and amusement.

Only she could get meto do something like this.

“Sure?” He whispered again to make sure, but you just noddedand looped your arms around his neck. Spurred on by the look in your eyes, healigned himself and slowly pushed his hips forward into you, filling you easily.His breathing was ragged and he couldn’t stop the moan escaping his lips. Itwas your turn to shush him.

“Shhh Iggy!” You whispered, but wrapped your legs around himas best you could in the confines of the sleeping bag.

“I apologise…” He whispered into your ear. “But you feel so fucking good.”

It was so unlike Ignis to swear, but you loved it. It waslike only you could make him come undone like this.

Slowly he began to rock his hips, thrusting into you withease, picking up the speed when he could no longer help himself. His headdropped to your neck, biting into your flesh to stop the groans of satisfactionhe knew would surely wake the others.

“Mmm, just like that.”You encouraged him, once again tugging at his hair as he slid in and out of youwith ease.

Suddenly you heard a sound.

“Shhh shh!” You gasped, and Ignis stopped at once, both ofyou freezing once again. But when nothing happened, you couldn’t help butgiggle.

“I swear to the gods…” Ignis groaned, but continued to rockhis hips desperately into yours. He’d been craving you for a while now, buthadn’t said anything due to the time not being right in his eyes. It hardly wasright now, but you made him just not careabout those things as much, he was just focused on how much he wanted andneeded you right now.

“[Name], I… I can’t last much longer.” He stuttered, pantingin your ear. You were both probably being louder than you should right now, butneither of you could care, wrapped in your own little bubble of pleasure.

“Do it.” You gasped, also feeling the familiar coil ofpressure.

Ignis thrusts became erratic and desperate, and at last he buriedhis face in your neck and moaned as he came, riding out his orgasm. You let goaround him, pushed over the edge by his last few thrusts.

Ignis collapsed on top of you, his chest rising and falling,his breathing heavy. You were both sweaty now – at least you were no longercold. As you lay there together, catching your breath and slowing your heart,the silence in the tent sounded deafening.

I can’t believe wejust did that… You marvelled at your risky behaviour. The fact that you gotIgnis to join in was a major feat in itself. It was so worth it.

Finally, Ignis slowly pulled out of you and laid down byyour side, pulling you in close for a hug, back to where you were before itstarted. He shook his head in bewilderment.

“What?” You asked, and he smiled and shook his head again.

“Only you couldget me worked up enough to do something like that.” He chuckled, running a handthrough your hair lovingly.

You smiled to yourself, pleased. And as the soft breathingand snoring continued around you, you knew in an instant you’d want to do itagain if ever the mood took you.

“It was so good though.” You giggled into his chest.

“Indeed, you were divine.But now my love, you should sleep.”

And just like that, wrapped safely in his arms and feelingsleepier than you had all night, you shut your eyes and drifted away.

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In the Sheets | Azriel x reader

Summary: To put it in SJM's words: Azriel is a freak *wink wink nudge nudge* and his mate is a lucky lucky girl

A/N: This is honest-to-god faerie p0rn and it gets progressively worse. It's filth. No plot whatsoever. Don't come at me, I'm ovulating and have therefore decided to dump all the smut into one glorious fic. You're welcome.

(public service announcement: the smut does NOT contain degradation and/or the daddy kink because I don't roll that way and therefore our girl Y/N doesn't either)

Word count: 3506

Warnings: SMUT (18+!!!) it's nothing hardcore, just a lot of it, so (respectfully) fuck off if you're under 18

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"So, enough with the chitchat," Mor proclaimed as she set her empty glass down on the table harder than necessary and proceeded to lean forward as though scheming. "You've been mated to Azriel for over a year now, and so far, I've been patient with you." Y/N blinked slowly, and Mor made a sound that immediately disproved her previous claim of patience. "What's it like?"

Feyre giggled from where she dipped into her third drink of the night, but Nesta sat quietly, a look of mild interest in her eyes as she locked them on Y/N.

An uncertain expression had entered the face of Azriel’s mate. "What's what like?"

Mor huffed. "What's he like. Azriel. The sex." Her eyes seemed aflame with a mixture of wine and the warm glow of Rita's faelights as she stared at her friend as though expecting her to sprout horns any moment now. "Is it good?"

Feyre sighed, though she couldn't quite keep the amusement from bleeding into her words. "Mor, that's an incredibly invasive question."

"And also unnecessary," Nesta added, her voice calm as she stirred the very tip of her finger around the clear contents of her glass. "We didn't see them for almost six months when their bond snapped. Of course it's good."

"But I'm so curious." Y/N smiled into her drink at the deep sigh Mor exhaled. "It's Azriel. The man's been a mystery for more than 500 years and now we finally have an agent on the inside."

"An agent?" Feyre asked, wrinkling her nose.

"Oh, you know what I mean." Mor waved a dismissive hand, her eyes never leaving Y/N. "I desperately need some details."

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"Arch your back for me."

The soft fabric of the sheets brushed against her skin as Y/N stretched out her arms and let her body glide to the mattress in a slow arch from where she kneeled before him. She could feel the rough skin of scarred hands on her, broad palms pushing down the length of her back to follow the curve of her spine before retreating to hold her hips as though they'd been carved from the most precious of gems.

Her cheek lay pressed to the pillow, her hands twisted into the sheets, and when she felt featherlight kisses on the base of her spine, her back arched further down.

"You're so beautiful like this," Azriel breathed into her skin as his knee appeared between her legs to nudge them further apart. She felt him then, hard and heavy against her centre, and she shivered when he pushed forward to run his length through her folds once, twice, three times.

She sighed his name, closing her eyes at the heavy drag of him against the most sensitive part of her body, and when he finally nudged at her entrance, she did her best not to thrust her hips backwards.

Azriel hooked his hands into the flesh of her ass, grip firm enough to leave red marks, firm enough to sting in just the right way, and when he loosened his right hand, she knew what was to come.

His palm made sharp contact with her skin, and she couldn't help the quiet moan that passed her lips when he repeated it and her body gave a slight jolt.

He gripped her tighter then, pulling her apart. His voice was quiet when he spoke, deep enough to fog her mind with his words.

"Ready for me, my love?"

She was certain he felt her overwhelming need for him pulsing through the bond, because the breathless "yes" had barely just left her lips when he buried himself to the hilt with a single long thrust. She curled her fingers harder into the sheets and the moan that tore through her had Azriel's hands on her tighten even further.

As he ground into her with one harsh snap of his hips after the other, and as she moaned her pleasure into the pillows, she relished in the thought of finding his fingerprints glowing on her skin later.

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"Don't close your eyes. Look at us."

When she pulled open her eyes, the world lay on its side and the picture that revealed itself to her brought heat to even the last inch of her body.

She'd been wondering why Azriel had relocated the huge, golden mirror that Feyre and Rhys had gifted them for Solstice, but as her gaze caught on the delicate golden edges now, she understood.

She caught her own gaze, and the version of her that was caught inside that magnificent mirror seemed delighted at the fact. She lay on her back, her head turned to the side, her legs wrapped around Azriel while he kept his own face buried in the side of her neck she couldn't see.

She licked her lips at the image. At the sinful roll of Azriel's hips, burying himself again and again in slow thrusts that had her mind swim. At the way majestic wings flared behind him as his hand held her thigh and his chest rubbed against hers with each move.

Her stomach gave a delicious pull when Azriel lifted his head to meet her eyes in the mirror, his own gaze darkened with hunger, his pupils blown wide.

"Look at you," he murmured, his lips close enough for her to feel them move against her cheek. "See how beautiful you look when you take me?"

He punctuated his words with a harder thrust, and her lips fell open at the jolt her mirrored counterpart gave, at the sounds she made, and the way Azriel's hips met hers again and again. The way each muscle in his legs, in his back, in his arms worked beneath tanned skin, it was ... breath-taking.

"Look at this," he now all but whispered as he hooked his hand beneath her knee to lift her leg higher and press it further towards her chest. She dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders at the change in depth, and when Azriel angled his hips slightly to the side, she could see the way his thick length glided in and out of her. He glistened with her arousal, his movements smooth, and she whimpered at the sight of his intrusion.

Azriel lowered his mouth back to her neck and drew her skin between his teeth.

"Keep watching, my love," he murmured into her, and as his hips snapped firmer against her, she didn’t take her eyes off the mirror once.

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"You're in no position to tease, baby. Remember that."

A shiver ran through her body at the lips that hovered just barely above her breast. His low words washed over her nipple in warm puffs of air, and her thighs pressed together tightly in an attempt to create some friction.

"Azriel," she whispered, a plea evident in the way she spoke his name. She lifted her chest, but Azriel mirrored her movements and lifted his head a bit further, always keeping the distance between his lips and her skin.

She pulled on her restraints, but the shadows that kept her wrists locked to the pillow above her head didn't budge.

Azriel hummed, his wings tucked in closely, his eyes never leaving her face. He was careful not to touch her, his arms digging into the mattress on either side of her shoulders to keep his body hovering over her.

"Yes, my love?"

She couldn't keep the grin from her face as she sent all her desire shooting across the bond, accompanied with echoes of her moans, and flickering sensations of the pleasure she knew Azriel could draw from her.

When he shuddered against her, he finally lowered his mouth to the soft flesh of her breast, though it was only to give a sharp pinch of his teeth that had her jolt.

"Touch me," she pleaded.

A corner of his lips curled into a smile, and she watched closely as he lifted a hand only to weave his fingers through her hair.

She gave a frustrated huff. "Not like that."

Azriel tilted his head, and when he didn't say anything, she knew that he was waiting for her to specify.

"I want your tongue on me," she said, her voice breathless. Tension reached to her very fingertips as Azriel finally lowered his face far enough for his tongue to dart out and kitten-lick her nipple.

Her eyes fluttered at the sight, a full-body-shiver rolling through her at the brief, wet touch.

"Gods, you're such a fucking tease, I swear to—"

A grin flashed, and then finally, finally Azriel lowered his mouth to her breast, licking, and biting, and sucking her until her head swam and her arms shook from his mouth alone.

"Do you want me to fuck you, my love?" he hummed against her, his eyes locked with hers as he once again bit the sensitive skin of her breast, and, Cauldron, the image was sinful. Dark strands of hair fell into his face, his sole attention on her.

"Yes—Gods, yes."

She could only just refrain from whining when Azriel sat back on his feet and took all the warmth with him. He tilted his head as he trailed his eyes along her bare body.

"Open your legs for me, then."

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"Come with me."

She hadn't heard him approach, the room filled with noise as the crowd of court visitors chatted and drank its way through the evening. She felt fingertips trail down the back of her arm until his hand found hers and he interlocked their fingers. Goosebumps arose in his wake.

"What's wrong?" she asked, having heard the urgency in his tone. When she turned, however, Azriel's heavy-lidded gaze told her the purpose of his proposal.

She smiled and put down her glass to lift her now free hand to cup his face, her thumb running along a sharp cheekbone. "Now?"

Azriel's eyes fluttered at her touch and when she let her thumb slip lower to trail along the curved lines of his lips, he pressed a kiss to the pad of her finger.

"What brought this on?"

"Have you taken a look in the mirror lately?" She noted a spark in Azriel's eyes, his hand tightening in hers. "As breath-taking as it is, I've spent the majority of the night going through all the ways I could get that dress off you as soon as possible."

It was true, the seamstresses of Velaris had outdone themselves this time. Heavy, flowing fabric bunching at her hips, a plunging neckline, a tall slit up the side for her leg to see daylight. The entire thing had been covered in diamonds barely big enough to see, though certainly big enough to catch the light and sparkle as though she'd been clothed in the night sky itself.

She couldn't help the grin that tugged the corners of her lips higher. "Careful. You'll make a girl blush."

The grin on Azriel's face mirrored hers, and when she turned to steer for the exit, she kept his hand in a firm grip.

They’d barely managed to find an empty office—Rhysand’s empty office, to be exact—before Azriel’s hands were on her. 

"I changed my mind," he all but growled against her lips as he backed her towards the desk in the middle of the room. "Keep it on."

Her hands made quick work of his pants, her breathing already laboured when Azriel lifted her onto the sturdy wooden desktop and pried her legs open wide enough to step between her thighs. Nimble fingers bunched the fabric of her dress on her hip, and suddenly he was pushing into her, his groan as sinful as the shudder that ran through his wings.

“Fuck.” He buried his nose in her hair, his raspy tone enough to have her moan as he cursed softly. “I love being inside you.”

All she could do was hold on to his shoulders, her lips whispering delicious moans right into the shell of his ear as he took her for all she was, the desk creaking beneath her with each of his pounding thrusts.

She noticed then that they hadn't closed the door all the way, and when Azriel shifted a wing just an inch to the left, her eyes locked on the wide-eyed form of a faerie standing in the gap of the door.

Y/N didn't know her, but judging by her golden-blue attire she was one of the Summer Court's emissaries.

The unknown faerie stood stock still, her lips slightly agape as she held Y/N's gaze, and when Azriel lay more power into his thrusts and pounded into his mate with the wet slap of skin on skin, Y/N's nails dug a bit deeper into his shoulder, her moans reaching a higher pitch, turning pleading.

The faerie seemed to recoil, though there was no denying the heat that had entered her expression as she watched.

Azriel sensed her then, too, though he didn't turn to throw a glance over his shoulder, but instead lowered his forehead to Y/N's, his eyes on her as he slowed his thrusts to a deep grind.

"It seems we have an audience, my love," he spoke softly enough so that only she could hear. He lifted a hand to thread his fingers through her hair, his grip tightening to angle her head back far enough to meet her gaze. "Shall we put on our best show?"

She grinned, digging her teeth into her bottom lip as she tried to urge him deeper with her heels in his lower back.

"Can't leave them hanging now, can we?"

She caught the flash of a grin before Azriel pulled out of her. She barely had enough time to register the loss when he thrust back in to the hilt, and her body jerked with the sudden intrusion.

"Fuck," she cursed, breathless as she tightened her legs around him, doing her best to brace herself against the harsh snap of his hips. "Fuck, Azriel—ah."

Azriel kept an arm tightly looped around her waist, his free hand lifting her thigh higher, his hips relentless. He buried his face in her neck then, his grunts turning into groans, and as Y/N held the gaze of the faerie in the hallway, he ground against her hard enough to have her toes curl with pleasure that wiped every thought of the stranger from her mind.

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"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Her chest was heaving in the dim light of their bedroom, Azriel’s arms wound tightly around her waist as she leaned back against his chest. She could feel the scruff of his chin against her temple, his lips so close to her ear that she shivered with every word he spoke in that low tone of his.

She moaned softly, her head lolling back onto his shoulder, her eyes falling closed.

“No, no,” Azriel tutted quietly, one of his arms loosening its grip for his fingers to take gentle hold of her jaw and direct her gaze back down towards her centre. “Look at them go,” he sounded mesmerised as he spoke, his every word dripping with desire. “Look at the way they feast on you.”

Her lids were heavy as she followed the direction of his gaze. Her knees were bent, her thighs held open by Azriel’s legs, baring her to the room and the shadows he’d unleashed upon her.

Shadowy tendrils brushed along her inner thighs before gliding against her very centre, teasing with cool sensations and barely-there touches, licking at her skin, sinking into her.

It was driving her crazy.

“Azriel,” she breathed, her head heavy with desire, her skin burning, longing to be touched properly. “Azriel stop teasing. Please.”

She felt his teeth on her earlobe then, dragging her skin between warm lips. “What was that?”

She writhed against him, the urge to snap her legs closed overwhelming at the gentle teasing of his shadows.

“You just want to hear me beg,” she huffed, turning her head enough to catch his gaze. And true enough, Azriel’s eyes were shining with anticipation, a small smirk edged into his features.

“I would enjoy that, yes.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, lips tightly sealed, but when she felt one of his shadows curl into her, she couldn’t help the breathy moan that broke from her throat. Everything they did, every kiss of her skin, it all felt good—good enough to drive her crazy with it. But it all felt like the ghost of a touch, not the real deal, and certainly not enough.

“Fuck me, then,” she gasped, breathless. “I’ll beg all you want if you just fuck me.”

Azriel leaned down to kiss her then, the hand he didn’t keep wrapped around her waist slipping down to cup her breast. When he pulled back, he tracked half-lidded eyes down her face, a contemplative hum resonating in his chest.

Her body tensed when new shadows joined and Azriel chuckled into the shell of her ear.

“Just a little while longer, I think.”

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"I wanna go again."

A tired laugh fell from her lips, her eyes closed as she kept her cheek pressed into the soft pillow, her arms wrapped around it. She could feel his fingertips trailing along the length of her spine and all the way down to her tailbone before returning to the back of her neck. She shivered.

"I can't," she breathed into the pillow. "I don't have another one in me."

She could feel his smile across the bond, could hear it in his voice when he spoke, his tone quiet, his words soft.

"I don't think that's true, my love."

A comfortable shiver shook her body when his lips appeared at her temple, breathing featherlight kisses along her cheekbone, and down towards her jaw.

She hummed, hugging the pillow tighter at the tingling his kisses left in their wake.

"How are you still going?"

"They call it frenzy for a reason."

She forced her eyes open at that—just a crack, just enough to see Azriel's smirk. "The frenzy lasts three weeks. We've been mated for a year."

He leaned down to kiss her then. It was slow, lazy, innocent, but she felt his palm flatten against her back, his warmth washing over her as he urged closer.

"I don't feel like it ever stopped," he breathed against her. "I spend every minute of every day wanting you, longing for you, aching for you."

She met his kiss firmer then, turning into his embrace until he pulled her close enough for her to feel his heartbeat against her own.

Azriel turned to his back, wincing a bit when he rearranged his wings beneath him. In truth, he was just as sore as she was—every inch of him aching with hours and hours spent loving, and fucking, and writhing in pleasure. It was the good kind of ache though. The kind he'd do anything to never lose.

She lay on top of him now, her arms wrapped around his neck, and Azriel's hands slipped to her thighs to pull her legs apart for a knee to rest on either side of his hips.

She urged closer, wanting to feel every bit of his warmth, wanting to chase away every bit of air left between them.

“I’m really sensitive,” she spoke against his lips, her eyes closed, her words barely above a whisper.

Azriel stroked his palms along her back. “I’ll be gentle.”

She couldn't help the gasp that left her when he slid into her, intruding her tender flesh with a single push to glide smoothly against the slick mess they'd left between her thighs. She dug her fingers into his skin and Azriel soothed his palms across the globes of her ass, cautious in the way he moved her against him.

It was lazy, slow, his strokes barely enough to call them that, but neither of them needed more. Sensitive from countless rounds and orgasms, she tightened around him just a few grinding thrusts later, her moans closer to whines as she buried her face in his neck and panted softly against his skin.

She shook against him, her body quaking with an orgasm, her low moans muffled against him, and when Azriel joined her, he gritted his teeth as a wave of pleasure crashed into him and he pressed their hips together with a raspy groan to crack through his throat.

"Fuck," he hissed, letting his head plop back into the pillow, his arms now moving to circle her waist.

Silence enveloped them for a while, only the sounds of their breathing mixing.

"I won't be able to walk tomorrow," she finally hummed against his neck, and Azriel smiled as he ran his finger through her hair.

"I shall carry you then, my love."

-

"Hello?" Mor waved her hand before Y/N's eyes, causing the faerie to flinch.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just ... thinking."

It was Feyre who grinned at her now. "I bet."

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Sailfish Ignis

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FINAL FANTASY XV: EPISODE IGNIS

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When he knits you a blanket 💕

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Happy thanksgiving to those who participate, for those who don't have some thirsty Thursday! 💋

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Happy Halloween! 👻

I hope you enjoy this AU fanart of Gwyn and Azriel as Sally & Jack from The Nighmare Before Christmas! 🎃

I also couldn't resist having @fefeiry include a little Pegasus to be their ghost-pet, like Zero is for Jack.

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Artist: Fefeiry

Commissioner: Bookish_Embers - link to view on IG if you'd like to show support there

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like let's be honest, can we really blame Ignis

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When do you think Raph makes love to you and when does he give it to you rough and make you whimper with your tongue out?

Hope this is okay, sorry it took so long. Asks are going sloooooowwwww.... 😅

Hot Blood

AFAB Fem Reader x Raphael

Warnings: Violence, Smut, Property Damage 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Raphael is a creature of extremes.

He's the biggest and the strongest on the street, and the softest when he hangs up his gear. He'll push you to the limit in the weight room like a god damn drill instructor, and then praise you and kiss away all your soreness the next morning.

When the two of you finally figure your shit out ("two years, we could have been doing this for TWO YEARS 😫"), you discover pretty quickly that that particular personality trait also extends to the bedroom.

There's is very little middle ground with him. Either he's worshipping you, or he's fucking you into the mattress, and there is no in between. "Casual sex" is something he's heard about, but he doesn't really understand. Like taxes. He gets that it's a thing that happens to other people, but he's pretty sure he's happier not knowing any more about it.

You certainly are.

In the beginning he treated you like you were made of glass. You pretty much had to do all the work until he was comfortable enough with the whole process, and more importantly, until he could be sure he wasn't going to hurt you.

Calloused hands, sliding rough against your soft abdomen, pulling shivers from your skin that you can feel within your fingertips. That same hand between your legs, pressing you against him as he moves in you. Giving as much to you as he is taking.

The quiet strength and precision reminding you, even in the moment, of the dichotomy that these same hands are capable of terrible things.

He had one rule about bringing work home: "Don't." He was never rough with you because he never wanted you to see that side of him. It's the same reason that, no matter how many times you begged, he wouldn't take you out on patrol.

Then you were mugged. We're not going to talk about what happened to the muggers, but it did involve an argument over how many bodies could fit in a trash compactor. It was decided after that you needed to at least learn how to defend yourself.

You'd started training and eventually became skilled enough that you convinced the boys to let you come out on patrol with them.

It had been a slow night, and the lot of you were just about ready to head back to the lair, much to Raphael's relief. He really didn't want you out here in the first place, but everyone else has been helping with your training, and they all seemed to think you were ready. He did too, he just wished you weren't so damn excited about it.

You were just looping back around towards the garage when an alert pinged on Donnie's watch.

"We've got Foot activity. Twelve blocks south."

You brightened up while Raph's stomach twisted. You spun and looked up at Leo.

"Can we go?" You asked excitedly.

He was hesitant, "Street thugs are one thing, (Y/N), but the Foot..."

"Please?"

He cringes, inhaling through his teeth.

Fine. We'll do this the hard way.

"Please? Please can we go? Please? Please Leo? Please? Please can we go? Please? Please? Please? Not gonna stop till you say yes. Please Leo? Please? Please? Plea-"

"OKAY FINE! "

"Yay!" You clap your hands and bounce like a five-year-old. Raph tenses as you make for the Southern edge of the rooftop.

Leo turns to Casey. "Is this what it's like having a little sister?"

"Yes." Casey replies deadpan, not looking at Leo, as he exhaustedly watches his sister parkour her way to the adjacent rooftop.

That was the night Raphael got a taste of how much you could take. There were a few sticky moments, but creativity and quick thinking got you out of them without issue.

At one point he stopped fighting entirely just to watch you, agape.

After the fight was over, and all the way back home, he was quiet. Not silent, he wasn't rude or off-putting, but he gripped your hand tightly, and said very little. You assumed he was upset about the fact that you were in the fight at all.

That night, after you were both cleaned up, you were sitting on the bathroom counter with him treating your split lip. He was still quiet.

He dabbed at your mouth with antiseptic, not meeting your eyes. You reached up and wrapped a small hand around his wrist to still his movements.

"Are you upset with me?" You asked. You were worried about this, that he would have a problem with you being out there. He never wanted you involved in this part of his life.

He twisted his hand to take your wrist and kissed it, still not looking at you. "No," he'd said softly, before returning the hand to your lap and finishing his work.

Five and a half minutes later, you were walking into your bedroom and he was closing the door behind you.

Once the lock engaged, he placed a hand on the seam between the door and the wall and remained with his back to you. You could see his deep breathing in the rise and fall of his carapace, and the muscles in his shoulders flexed with tension.

"Raph...?" You ventured, hesitantly.

He doesn't move.

"Listen, I know you said you're not upset, but I really feel like maybe we should talk about... oh."

He turned to face you, dark eyes almost flashing in the dim light, and he said nothing, but you could feel the seismic churr in your feet.

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, "So... you're not mad, then."

"No..." he said, with his own hidden smile, tossing his towel in the corner without taking his eyes off of you, "not mad..."

This was new, the way he looked at you. Like you were an opponent he was sizing up. You felt his eyes scan over every inch of you. When you shifted your weight, his hands twitched, and you could almost feel them gripping your skin.

The way you fight is so unlike he and his brothers, even though they were the ones who taught you. They have the benefit of strength and size over many of their opponents, but you're fast, and you're clever.

He watched you lead three guys in a dance of such spectacular violence that they ended up bloody without you having to hand a single blow. And when you finally did connect, a smirk turned his lip at the memory and heat flooded his veins, that guy hit the ground hard.

Then you got hit, and he'd immediately taken a fist to the jaw as everything in his mind came to a screeching halt. You hit the ground almost in slow motion and he could smell the blood from your split lip.

Before he could even react, you'd swept that fucker's legs out from under him, and jumped on him, breaking his nose and slamming his head back onto the concrete twice.

Every breath was a bellows as he replayed the fight, watching you dance, and he could feel the blood in his veins boiling.

You didn't stop. You were brutal. Like a tiny whirlwind tearing through the alley. Once it was all over, you looked around, seeming almost disappointed that there were none left. And when you turned your eyes to him with that smug look of self satisfaction...

Fucking hell.

He strode the four steps to you, and you stood your ground, holding his gaze as he grabbed you by the ass and hoisted you up so that your legs were around his waist. He didn't brake stride as you were slammed against the wall and kissed hard.

Picture frames rattled against the wall, and you were vaguely aware of the sound of something shattering below you. His large hands gripped your thighs as he growled and ground himself into you. The realization that there would most likely be bruises later sent white fire spreading through your core.

You pushed off of the wall in a way he wasn't expecting and he stumbled back, falling into the bed and pulling you with him. You straddled his waist and kissed him back just as hard before looking down at him with a wicked smirk at catching him off guard.

A shiver shot down your spine as his eyes narrowed. Before you could react, he hooked his hand under your leg and flipped you on to your stomach, the violent action sending something on the bedside table crashing to the floor. It almost knocked the wind out of you and you clenched around nothing as you landed with a loud grunt.

Reaching up to the waistband of your already soaked pajama shorts, he removed them in one fluid motion before lifting your ass up and pressing his tongue against your folds.

You gasped loudly as his churr reverberated through you. His tongue was relentless. This wasn't foreplay, you'd already done that bit in the alley, this was quick and dirty preparation and nothing more. You could feel his impatience in the way he rutted into the mattress, gripping you hard.

You nearly collapsed as your orgasm crashed over you, his bruising grip being the only thing holding you up.

Giving you no time to recover, he flipped you over, and ripped the drawer from the nightstand, grabbing a spare pocket knife as the drawer crashed somewhere out of sight. A flick of his wrist and your tank top was sliced open and torn from your body. He stopped for just a moment to look down at you, eyes on fire as he drank you in.

But it was just a moment. Lining himself up at your entrance, he buried himself inside you with a groan, before pumping in and out slowly a few times, until your body relaxed around him.

Once he felt you relax, the wicked smirk he gave you made you shiver. Hooking a leg over his hip, he began driving into you so hard the bedframe slammed against the wall. There was another shattering sound and the room was bathed in darkness as the lamp crashed to the ground.

You grabbed hold of the top lip of his plastron and hooked your other leg around his waist, before lifting yourself off the bed and riding him until he rolled both of you over so that you were on top.

Wrapping his hands around your waist, he held you aloft and fucked into you, and the sharp cries of pleasure that he ripped from you only spurred him on. You made a note to find a way to make patrol a regular thing, but that was your last conscious thought before he hit a spot so deep inside you you swear you saw stars being born.

You became a being of pure sensation, every powerful thrust sending you screaming further and faster toward your second release.

Head tipped back and veins in his neck bulging, he growled through clenched teeth. It rumbled through him like an earthquake, sending tremors through you that sent you into the stratosphere.

You didn't even have the presence of mind to warn him before liquid fire shot down your spine. You cried out as it tore through you, and you swear it felt like you were the star being born.

His grip tightened as you clenched around him and he followed suit, your name tearing from his throat in a roar as you milked him dry.

When you came down, you were both breathing hard, and gripping each other tightly. You remained in his lap and he pressed his forehead to yours, "You okay...?" He asked, nervously, "I didn't hurt you did I?"

You shook your head and couldn't help the soft laughter that escaped you, "No..." As you lifted your head and gazed up at him, the glare of early morning light against shattered glass caught your attention and you looked around. "Oh... Oh dear..."

You both took a moment to survey the carnage. It looked like a bomb went off. Shattered glass, ceramic, and splintered wood littered the carpet, there was a hole in the wall behind the bedframe, which was now crooked and probably fully broken, and there were no framed pictures left on the wall.

You met his eyes and he seemed afraid you were going to be mad. But how could you be mad? If this wasn't the best fucking metaphor for your relationship you'd ever come across.

He'd ruined your life completely, in the best possible ways.

You couldn't help it. You started laughing. And you couldn't stop. And then he joined in and you were both laughing with tears streaming down your faces and you kissed him. You kissed him like he's the last person you will ever kiss, and if you have your way he will be.

But that was a *later* conversation. Still is.

For now, your happy enough to just continue to let him be the best of both worlds.

....

You turn your back, you're a broken man

You come around and just dying to shake your hand

I don't expect you to understand

Just keep telling yourself there's no shame

They don't know 'bout who we are

They don't know 'bout you and I

They ain't know 'bout the stars of your eyes

Oh hot blood love is gonna get ya

You wanna prove you're the better man

You wanna reach for the things that nobody can

Oh all you need is to break away, yeah

Just keep telling yourself there's no shame

They don't know 'bout who we are

They don't know 'bout you and I

They ain't know 'bout the stars of your eyes

Oh hot blood love is gonna get ya

Hot Blood, Kaleo

...

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I love absolutely everything you've posted for Raph, and I was reading through your disability HC again, and if you have time. Could you do a small fic or headcanons of Raphael getting a massage from his beautiful to help relieve some of his pain?

I'M SO SORRY I tried to write this THREE TIMES THREE DIFFERENT WAYS and make it sweet and heartfelt....

But the boy wanted smut.

Where There's Smoke

Fem reader x Raphael

🌶️🌶️🌶️

Warnings: marijuana, smut

If you're a minor *makes a shooing motion* go'way.

The cloud you exhale hangs in the air, curling around the lamplight. You sit in the warm comfort of your apartment, sat sideways, legs draped over Raphael's lap on the loveseat. He reaches over and plucks the joint from your outstretched hand.

"mmm..." you say, smiling, as he takes a long drag. You lean your head against the back of the couch, and close your eyes with a sigh, as the indica flows through your system and washes away a truly shitty week.

When you open them, he is exhaling nearly half the joint. You laugh and wave the smoke out of your face. It look a lot to get the turtles high. Mike and Donnie were still working on a strain powerful enough to do the job, but it was slow going and more of a fun pet project than a priority.

However, you know better than to take more than one *small* hit of the boys' weed. You only had to make that mistake once.

You love nights like this. His very rare nights off, when it's just the two of you hanging out in your apartment. When you could convince him to smoke with you it was even better, because, for a few hours, his pain was a little more manageable.

You swing your legs off of him and he groans quietly when you push off of his thigh to stand up. "Shit! I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

He laughs gently, "Yeah. No, it's fine. Felt good, actually." He sighs, "Rough week."

You tilt your head to the side and look down at him for a moment before your eyes narrow the corner of your mouth turns up slowly. He knows that look. You have an idea.

He's a little more than slightly worried as he watches you dash out of the living room and down the hall into the bathroom. There is a reason you and Donnie are best friends. This could go in literally any direction. You return a few moments later with a bottle in hand.

You walk around to the front of the couch and, tug on his jeans, "Lose 'em," you say. It wasn't weird for him to get comfortable at your house. You'd patched him up enough times that seeing him in his underwear was pretty normal.

You set down the bottle of lotion on the coffee table, and walk away to grab a towel. He squeezes his eyes shut and rubs his forehead when the realization hits him. "(Y/N), you really don't have to do this."

You ignore him, and return, setting the towel on the table.

He sighs, sitting up, "Seriously, (Y/N) you don't have to do this -"

"Shut up." You say firmly, but not unkindly, looking up from what you're doing. His beak snaps shut. You didn't get firm with him often, so when you did, he paid attention. "You do everything for everyone else, let someone take care of you for once." The gaze you held had no room for argument, and he sighs and stands up, removing his jeans. He gives you an exasperated look during the entire process.

You can't help but steal a glance at his thighs as he sits back down. The way the muscles move beneath his scarred scales makes your mouth water.

To say you are holding a torch for the terrapin would be a lie. It's more like a barely controlled forest fire. He was beautiful in so many ways, and if it didn't make him so uncomfortable you would compliment his body more often.

You instruct him to rest one foot on the coffee table and you straddle his leg, knowing that making any kind of difference was going to require a lot more strength than was in your hands.

"Y/N..."

You reach forward and flick the middle of his forehead without looking, while you snatch the bottle off of the coffee table with your other hand.

"Ow! Hey! What the hell was that for?!" He exclaims, rubbing his head.

"I heard you the first time," you say casually, not looking up from pouring the lotion into your palm.

You rub lotion between your hands to warm it up, before pressing your hands down just above his knee and using nearly your entire weight to push along his quad.

"mmm fuck..." He groans, sinking back further in the couch, no longer interested in protesting as his eyes fall closed. You press your lips together, trying to ignore how hot that was and failing miserably.

In your intoxicated state, you may not have thought this whole thing through.

You had been growing closer. You're not sure when it happened, but touches have become softer, hugs longer. You drift to each other's side, even if you start out on opposite ends of a room. It was something both of you noticed, and neither of you acknowledged.

Your friendship has continued as if nothing has changed, but mundane moments are becoming more intimate, and intimate moments more frequent, and right now you were straddling his thigh and the soft groans and sighs you were pulling from him with every ministration were doing nothing for your composure.

Between the weed and the massage, this is the most relaxed he's felt in a while. He thinks to himself that he's going to have to do something really nice for you later.

You, however, are experiencing the exact opposite effect. The drug has made your body more sensitive, and with every brush of his leg between yours as you move along his thigh, ripples of sensation move up and out. You really hope he's too high to notice you shiver.

He shifts his weight, raising his leg, and accidentally brushing against your core. The small sound that escapes you makes both of you freeze.

That tiny sound, barely louder than a whisper had gone off like a gun shot in his head, shutting down every other one of his senses that wasn't completely honed in on you. There was no way that actually just happened, right?

He looks down at you, while you look away, face burning. There's no way he doesn't know your into him now, and now you've made things weird and awkward. You try to come up with a way to brush off what just happened, terrified of what he must think of you.

The only thing he's thinking is that whatever he has to do to get you to make that sound again, he's gonna to do it. And then he's gonna do it again.

Taking your chin in his hand, he turns you to face him as he places the other on your waist. Holding your gaze with a curious expression, your heart pounds as he pulls his leg off the table so that his foot is on the floor.

He flexes, his thigh pressing into you, and you shut your eyes, drawing a shuddering breath as you feel a flood of warmth at your core. You scent blooms upward into him and his grip around your waist tightens, while his other hand also falls to your waist. When you open your eyes, he is looking down at you with a dark smirk. That was all the validation he needed.

He pulls you up and then back against his thigh, watching your eyes fall closed and your mouth fall open. Your breathing stutters as your hips involuntarily rock against him. When he presses up harder against you, a moan is torn from your throat and you have to brace yourself on his leg.

He grabs the leg in between his own and pulls you up and it over, so that you're straddling his waist. He crashes his lips to yours, the weed making everything hazy and dream-like, and you open to him gladly, tangling his tongue with your own.

His hands slide up your waist, and you only separate for a moment, to help him remove your shirt, before crashing back into him like a wave. When you rock your hips against the growing bulge in his boxer briefs, his mouth is ripped from yours in a groan.

You reach for him, almost desperately, to bring his mouth back to yours, but he removes his hands from your waist and places them on your shoulders to stop you, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Wait... Sweetheart..." He's panting and trembling and it's taking all his restraint to not buck his hips into you, "If we keep going, this is gonna happen... And I need to know it's not just the weed. That this is really what you want..."

He looks at you and everything in him was screaming to just take you. You've wanted her since the day you met. She's ready. She's *more* than willing... but he's not an animal. And if it's not what you actually want it would ruin your friendship.

You look up at him in disbelief, also trembling. Sliding a hand to the back of his neck, you pull him down to you, brushing your lips against his with a whispered, "It is."

You're not sure when or how you ended up against the wall, with him grinding his thigh against your cunt, but you are not complaining. In fact, the only intelligible thought screaming through your veins at the moment is

MORE.

You grind hard against him, clenching around nothing, and in a moment it feels like you might drown in the emptiness. You whimper into his mouth. "Raph... Please..."

He doesn't need to be asked twice. He carries you to your bedroom, his mouth never leaving yours, and lays you on the bed. Detaching your legs from him he grabs the waistband of your cotton shorts and and removes them and your soaked panties in one motion

He looks at you, for just a moment, naked and trembling and wanting HIM, and he commits the sight to memory, before smirking like the devil and diving in like a man starved.

"Fuck! " you cry, arching, as he licks a stripe up your cunt, drinking your arousal like wine, savoring you on his tongue. You're already so sensitive. His tongue swirls around your clit and you shudder as pleasure ripples through your body.

He licks up your slit again and again, before pulling your thighs further apart and fucking you with his tongue. The soft feeling of his tongue curling inside you lights up your nervous system like a Christmas tree, and soon you're a trembling, whimpering mess.

You almost protest as his tongue leaves you, but it's quickly replaced by an oversized digit pushing into you slowly. His tongue returns to your clit, swirling and sucking, devouring you as the cord inside your center winds tighter.

Curling his finger up, and finding that secret spot inside of you, you feel as though you'd fall apart if he wasn't holding you together.

The cord pulls tight, and with a gasp, snaps. You come undone. With your hand on the back of his head, your moans ricocheting off the walls, you ride out your release.

You come back to consciousness as he's crawling up your body, having removed the last barrier between you. He attacks your throat, licking and scenting, giving you no time to recover, his instincts screaming for him to mark you as HIS.

His lips return to yours as he slides his own arousal against your folds, coating himself in your slick. He moans softly at your warmth and finally starts pushing into you slowly.

The way he stretches you fills you completely, and every inch feels like embers scattering through your body. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead to his, whimpering and shuddering as he bottoms out.

He stills for a moment, trembling, attempting to control this breathing, not wanting this to be over before it starts.

With a shuddering breath he moves so slowly, pulling all the way out before returning to sheathe himself inside of you. He gradually finds his rhythm, and you move together pushing and pulling like a bellows, feeding the scattered sparks inside you.

He slides a hand under your thigh, hitching it up to go deeper.

As his speed increases, the embers catch inside your skin and set you alight. It almost feels like you can't breath for the fire in your veins, but you are somehow able to moan his name, so you're probably okay.

Keening moans escape you, and he swallows them greedily, kissing you with everything he has and everything he's ever wanted. Kissing you as if by doing so he could convince you to stay like this forever.

You feel your release building, and by the stuttering groans and whispers of your name, you can tell his isnt far behind.

You reach up and touch his face, and he lifts his head to look at you, never slowing. You wanted him to see, to know that you were there with him, that you were his.

You gasp, and with a cry you arch into him as the fire consumes you. He wraps an arm around you, holding you against him as he follows suit, moaning your name into your shoulder as he spills himself into you.

After a moment to catch your breath, you shiver as he pulls himself from you. Lying on his side to face you, he reaches out and pulls you to him holding you, breathless, as you both come down from your high.

Foreheads touching, eyes closed, you just breath each other in, both of you in kind-of-but-not-really disbelief.

He lifts his head and looks down at you. You open your eyes to meet his, and they shine with affection and gratitude and maybe something deeper, but that was a conversion for a different day.

"So..." he says softly, "when are we gonna do the other leg?" He grins as you laugh and slap him half-heartedly on the chest.

"You're a dick."

"You love it."

.....

He's not wrong.

.....

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