#♥ 》 about. ( hazel )

[bunnieswithknives]

Fop redesigns for funsies but also bcs I saw some star heel boots and had to put Dale in them immediately.

[sysig]

Hazel boys ♥ (Patreon)

[stitchwraith-stingers]

i can make anything about The Character

[bellatrixscurls]

“we feel things for you” ♥︎ tyler galpin x reader x xavier thorpe

summary : xavier and tyler are in a relationship... but what happens when they start having feelings for their best friend?

warnings : smut, double penetration, pet names, teasing, tyler being a meanie, sub xavier, etc.

a/n : weak sex with xavier and tyler <3 i suck nskdjs i���m sorry.

xavier was unsure of many things, but his attraction toward you was not one of them. he didn’t know how to explain it. he had tyler, whom he loved, so still... why did he need you as well?

if he were to choose, he could never. you were their best friend and as well as tyler, you had been by his side always. he was fucked, he knew it. but the worst part was, he had to tell tyler as well.

“hey” xavier jumped as he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder, his eyes widening as he looked up at his boyfriend, worried that he’d actually heard his thoughts. “what’s wrong?” tyler pursed his lips and sat down across from xavier.

“nothing-” the blond stopped himself with a sigh, he couldn’t lie to him. not when he looked so pure and clueless, so innocent. “y/n” he whispered.

tyler gave him a curious look, his hand covering his boyfriend’s. “as in, our friend y/n?”

“mhm” he responded, his eyes looking everywhere but at tyler. “we had a sleepover last night... we didn’t do nothing but, she fell asleep on my chest” xavier’s hand was shaking in his boyfriend’s hold, and he prayed tyler wouldn’t notice.

he did.

“yes?” he urged the boy to continue, gripping his hand to reassure him. “keep going, love. it’s just me.”

that’s when xavier’s face softened, his lips breaking into a dopey smile. of course, it was only him ─ his loving boyfriend, the one who’d always helped him when needed.

he felt a bit more confident now.

“when we were there, i felt something...” he whispered, even more confused. “i love you, please remember that” he looked up worriedly, his brows furrowed and his heart clenching at the thought of hurting tyler.

tyler smiled softly. “you want her, don’t you?”

“i- i mean, um... yes?” xavier stuttered, biting on his lip as he tried to find a suitable response. “and i know she wants us too, ty. i’m not crazy, i’ve seen the way she looks at you, even caught her staring at me a few times” he rushed to explain and tyler smiled to himself. even xavier knew that he was oblivious to almost everything, so the fact that he noticed was a suprise.

“she does, doesn’t she?” tyler smirked. “well, i’ve been thinking about her for a while too” xavier’s head snapped up, the confession leaving him flabbergasted. “mhm, yes i did. you can’t exactly say that you are surprised though. i like pretty things” he caressed xavier’s cheek, the boy melting into his palm instantly.

“let’s go find her, yeah?”

♥︎

xavier knew just where to find you ─ your dorm room. as crazy as it sounded, he was your roommate. you two had grown so close to each other that you had your parents convince principal weems to let you stay with him.

he knocked on the door and tyler gave him a weird look. “why would you do that?”

“yes?” you called softly from the other side of the door, closing your book and placing it behind you on the bed.

xavier cleared his throat, his eyes wide as he entered the room, with his boyfriend behind him.

“oh- x, you didn’t have to knock” you smiled softly at him, gulping when you noticed who was standing behind him. tyler.

his hazel eyes were on you as he waved awkwardly, and you returned it the same way.

“yes i know i’m sorry i-” he started rambling, but tyler quickly cut him off, although he was just as nervous, maybe more.

“y/n, we feel things for you” he spat out, his brows furrowing and his lips pursing at the way he said it ─ nothing like the speech they had planned on the way to evermore.

xavier’s shoulders dropped as he slapped his forehead. “oh man” he whispered.

“you mean.. you like me?” your eyes were wide and your heart was clenching at the mere thought of them liking you back. you’d tried so hard to stay away from both of them because you could never resist being touchy and loving on them all the time, so you didn’t want to ruin their relationship.

“yes!” xavier exclaimed, his hands in the air like he’d just won the cup. “we fucking love you, y/n/n. we want to be with you, please allow us.”

he was giving you the puppy eyes as if he had to convince you. he didn’t have to, from the moment they walked in, you were putty in their hands.

“i love you too” you confessed softly, taking their hands in yours. “kiss?”

“fuck yes” tyler’s breath quickened as he smashed his lip onto yours, his hands holding your waist ever so gently. you whimpered against his lips, your free hand that wasn’t in tyler’s hair, holding xavier’s tightly as you pulled him to you.

you pulled away from the kiss to rub your roommate’s cheek. he looked at you adoringly, his eyes shifting between your swollen lips and your teary eyes. you were so grateful.

“pretty” he whispered before his own lips grazed yours, softly kissing you, unlike tyler. he was gentle, and tyler was desperate, but in their own way, both of them wanted to have you.

xavier set his knee in between your parted legs on the bed, and you felt him come closer and closer, giving you an adrenaline rush. your hands came to grip his arms as his knee grazed your clothed core, and you had to break the kiss with a needy whimper.

your eyes were teary and red. you were so desperate for them, and they could see it.

“up” tyler instructed as you blushed, your eyes looking at the knee xavier was teasing you with. “there you go” tyler held your chin and you looked up at him, the tears threatening to spill any second. “why are you crying, lovie?”

your breath hitched in your throat. “cus i need you” you whimpered when tyler’s hand found the hem of your shirt, pulling up until your chest was revealed to them. you were not wearing a bra.

“fuck me” xavier moaned when he caught sight of your perked nipples, his knee bucking into your sensitive core.

“xavier” you moaned out and tyler saw it as his cue to move so he was behind you on the bed, his arms wrapping around your delicate waist.

“you like her tits, pretty boy?” he taunted, staring into xavier’s eyes as he tweaked one of your nipples, causing you to throw your head back.

“uh huh” he exhaled sharply, and you whined when you no longer felt his knee moving, and you look down, tyler’s hand gripping his boyfriend’s thigh.

“but why!” you exclaimed, shifting so you’d be able to hump his knee, but it was no use, as tyler’s other hand was gripping your waist as well.

he tutted softly, and your breath hitched as you felt his hand come down to your cunt, pulling your panties to the side. you shuddered at the feeling of his cold fingers against your wet, warm core, and it made tyler groan.

xavier was staring at the way tyler’s fingers played with your folds, spreading the wetness from your hole and onto your clit and lips. “you wanna taste, my love?” he asked his boyfriend, the submissive boy nodding frantically as he bent down, taking tyler’s fingers in his mouth, and sucking them dry.

it was a sight for sore eyes. the way tyler praised him, the way xavier moaned around his fingers because of you.

“fuck me please” you begged, and it was almost inaudible. but they heard you.

“who do you want to fuck, lovely?” tyler spoke softly as he nosed at your neck as he placed small kisses along the sensitive skin.

“both” you murmured, your hands shaking with the anticipation. “want you both inside of me... m-my pussy.”

god, your cheeks were so red.

xavier was acting like an eager puppy. by the time you were done speaking, his cock was springing out of his pants, deliciously red. he seemed to have lost his mind, like he only wanted your cunt, not you.

“he gets like this” tyler soothed your worries, kissing your cheek as you felt him rid himself of his pants as well. “he wants you so much, baby. tell him what to do, he won’t do anything unless you tell him to.”

your heart warmed at the thought. sure, xavier was a soft, gentle boy, but you never thought he’d be so obedient in the bedroom.

“can you please get inside of me, bubba?” you asked softly, warm eyes looking up at him.

he nodded, leaning in to peck your lips for a moment. he had his cock in his hand, and he shakily guided it to your pussy, moaning loudly when his tip grazed your clit, causing you to clench around positively... nothing.

his eyes rolled back as he sank into your pussy, his hand gripping the base of his cock. “feel good” he whimpered, falling forward so that his face was hiding against your neck.

“of course you do” tyler taunted, his free hand carding through xavier’s long hair before he was lifting your hips, so he could get inside of you too.

his hands were massaging your ass as he bottomed out inside of you, his face against the other side of your neck. “shit” you moaned loudly. you had both of them inside your pussy. both.

it was clearly not your first time, but they were already big as it was. so taking both of them was something else.

“hurt?” xavier looked at you worriedly, and you turned your head to the side to peck his lips. “no, feels so good” you whimpered and felt him relax against you.

“can i have one?” tyler feigned jealousy, and you hurried to smash your lips against his, holding him by his jaw. you clearly did not expect him to─

“t-tyler!” you cried out when he thrusted harshly into you, feeling as though you were split open, and he encouraged xavier to do the same.

“oops” tyler smirked, his hand sliding down to your stomach, and a bit lower until he found your clit. it was swollen and sensitive from xavier’s previous actions, but he did not care. he started pressing onto it like it was a real button.

xavier mewled against your skin, his hand coming up to hold tyler’s free one. tyler could feel his cock already start twitching, ‘poor baby’, he thought.

“how does it feel, x?” he asked and the boy whined, mumbling a small ‘perfect’ as he rutted into you, his tears falling onto your exposed skin.

“give her more... cum in her, she wants it. don’t you, honey?” tyler taunted and you sighed, your heartbeat picking up as you nodded desperately.

you were exhausted from cumming a couple times already, and you needed their cum. you craved it.

the room was filled with all kinds of sounds. whimpers from xavier, low grunts from tyler, soft ‘clapping’ sounds from how fast they were fucking you. until xavier couldn’t last no more.

“cummin’” he cried weakly and you could feel him get more and more desperate as the seconds were passing.

“go ahead, baby. let us feel you” tyler encouraged him, and although he was not a very vocal person in bed, sound-wise, he let out a loud cry and gripped your hips as they both stilled inside of you at the same time.

it was nothing like you’d ever felt before. tyler could feel xavier’s cock throb as he came inside of you, and you could feel it too, but twice.

♥︎

“took me to fucking heaven” tyler exhaled deeply and dropped on the bed as well, causing you to giggle softly.

“think someone isn’t back yet” you pointed to xavier who was laying on his tummy, his forehead sweaty as he faced you two.

he smiled. you thought he couldn’t hear you, but he most definitely did. “you are just that good, huh? let me feed into your egos a little more.”

─

[sunflowerwinds]

this love [h.c] | chapter four

summary: after the events of last night, you’re living in bliss with hazel: sharing secret kisses and gentle touches. you and hazel try a few new things. when isabel catches the two of you, an unsettling realization comes into play.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: a lot of affection, blushy adorable sapphics, smut — fingering (r! receiving), discussions about homophobia, inexperienced! reader, knight! hazel is forever going to be the death of me.

word count: 6.1K

a/n: first post of the new year! i’m so incredibly sorry for the delay for this guys. life has been so insanely weird lately and i missed writing my sweet girls <3 new year’s resolution to try and post a lot more for yall. enjoy my loves ♥︎

‘this love’ masterlist

Time is sacred.

You never paid attention to time until Hazel. It either froze or went by entirely too fast when you were with her. Especially now that your relationship with her was anything but professional. Yes, of course, you were both extremely careful with how you acted towards one another when Isabel or any of the guards were around. Keeping your distance but stealing longing glances until you rounded a corner where there wasn’t a soul in sight and kissed until you couldn’t breathe.

The first week of being with her like this was indescribable. You never knew you could experience this amount of happiness within yourself. Though it took a few days for you both to become comfortable with yourselves.

The first day was on edge. You awoke that next morning to Hazel’s perfectly sculpted face pressed into your velvety pillows to match your title as royalty. As you stared at her cupid's bow, an uncomfortable amount of guilt settled within you.

What would your mother think? What would Isabel think? What would the kingdom think if they found out the princess was in fact more different than they thought. That was you were a sapphic and would not want to be wed to a prince, but instead a woman that was a knight.

You were afraid. Heart-aching, soul-crushing, overwhelmingly afraid for the future.

But the moment Hazel opened her eyes and sent you a tired smile in your direction, you felt a wave of relief flush over you.

“Morning, princess,” Hazel spoke through a stretch and a yawn.

“Morning,” you reply shyly as you brushed your tousled hair out of your face.

“Are you okay?” Hazel hesitantly raised a hand to caress your puffy cheeks from your well-rested slumber.

You can’t help but lean your cheek into her warm yet slightly calloused palm.

“Yeah. I’m just thinking.” You respond truthfully to her question.

Hazel caressed the apple of your cheeks, watching as the beam from the windows highlighted the back of your head to reveal your frizzy hairs. A bright angelic halo of sorts.

“About last night?”

You nod as it was true but there was so much more. Your half-truths were weighing on your chest uncomfortably.

“What happens now?” You question as you’ve never experienced anything of the sort.

Hazel shakes her head as she continues to caress the side of your cheek.

“Let’s just stay in the moment. It’s gentle here with you, princess.” Hazel whispers with nothing but kindness in her voice.

You simply smile tiredly and inch yourself more into her if that was even possible. You could feel her abdomen pressing into your own through the thin material of her shirt. Your arms are close to your chest as she continues to caress your face with delicacy.

A beat passed before you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door. You sat up with a jolt at the noise, practically snapping your neck to look at Hazel who, too, had a panicked expression on her face.

“Who is it?” You call out as you run a hand over your frizzy bed hair.

“Isabel! Remember? You wanted to talk about Hazel this morning.?” Isabel’s confused and muffled voice flowed through the door.

No. You, in fact, had not remembered. You were too busy kissing and snuggling Hazel.

Hazel mouthed to you with a cocky smile on her face; “me?”

You silently shush her with a playful shove to her shoulder as you shake your head. Hazel placed a kiss on your shoulder as she chuckled quietly at your embarrassed flushed cheeks.

“Isabel, can you meet me in the dining room? I’m not… presentable at the moment.” You nervously laugh, fiddling with a loose strand on your elegant covers.

Another beat of deafening silence.

“Alright. How long will you be?” Isabel sounded extremely hesitant from behind the door.

Guilt settled in your gut. You were going to tell her eventually. Maybe. You weren't sure if it was worth the risk. Yes, Isabel had never once showed you any sort of aggression or hatred towards anything but you never knew how someone could be when you revealed that you were, in fact, a sapphic.

“Only ten minutes. I promise.” You assure her, glancing at Hazel who seemed a bit weary.

“I'll be in the dining room then,” Isabel borderline mumbles through the door.

Once you heard her footsteps recede past your bedroom and down the lengthy hallway, you let out a sigh of relief. One of your hands pressed over your rapid-beating heart to try and relax your anxious thoughts. Hazel was about to tease you about how you were going to be talking about her with Isabel but as soon as she noticed your shaking hands, it was no longer amusing.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Hazel’s voice whispers as she notices how hard your breathing became. Her hand gently caresses at the side of your face.

“I-I don’t know what I’m going to tell her, Hazel. She’d—“

“You don’t have to tell her anything if you don’t want to. She is not obligated to know, princess.” Hazel assured you.

You shook your head before replying; “she’s my friend. I trust her.”

“I understand. If you wish to tell her, that is okay with me but,” Hazel licked her lips as she paused her words to try and find the right ones. “Are you going to be okay with it? With any sort of reaction that could happen after you tell her; bad or good?”

Yes, for the good. No; for the bad. Your mind was flipping back and forth. You were about ninety percent certain that Isabel would be okay with you and you and Hazel’s relationship. That small percentage of the gut-wrenching possibility that she could despise you forever was holding you back from saying ‘yes’.

“I won't tell her. Yet, at least.” You said simply.

“And that’s okay.” Hazel’s gentle tone reassured your buzzing anxiety.

You nod slowly, a smile spreading onto your face. Hazel’s lips curled as well, leaning forward to kiss your cheek softly.

After reluctantly getting out of the bed, though Hazel’s lips were a painful temptation, you met up with Isabel in the dining room for breakfast. Linda and Nina cooked you and Isabel eggs with slices of bread on the side with a few choices of homemade jams from the fruits growing in the garden.

Hazel had to have been in the knights quarters by now as you kissed her goodbye before making your way to lie to your only friend. Isabel had already begun spreading the blueberry jam onto the wheat bread with an excited look on her face.

“What happened in the garden?” Isabel questioned.

“Um, well,” you start as you pick at your over-easy eggs to try and remember what you and Hazel had come up with, “we kind of got into an argument about why she was upset with me. We talked it out and now we’re all good. I think we’re closer now because of it.”

Yeah, her tongue in your mouth ‘close’.

Isabel nodded along before tilting her head with furrowed brows. “What exactly did you two talk about?”

“It was nothing really. We’re okay now is all that matters.” You emphasized to the honey haired beauty.

Isabel seemed to not really believe what you were saying and you were internally panicking and hoped that she would move on. Thankfully, she just nodded and continued to eat brunch with you. She moved on to tell you that she enjoyed seeing her family so much that she was hoping to be able to leave the palace on her own to stay with them for a few more days.

“Bel, oh my god. Of course,” your eyes soften at her beaming eyes.

God, it was eating at you how you could lie to someone as incredibly sweet as she was.

“Okay,” she said through giddy laughter as she took a bite of her slice of bread, “I’ll pack clothing for the trip after breakfast. Thank you so much.”

“What did I tell you about the ‘thank you’s?” You raised your eyebrows at her, pointing at her with a fork.

“I know, I know. I just…” Isabel sighed as she looked like she was stuck on her words. Her eyes were following all across your features and it caused you to mess with your flyaway hairs subconsciously.

“What?” You let out a soft chuckle, avoiding her eyes.

“You seem brighter today.” Isabel admits with a sweet smile.

Another stab to the heart. This really wasn’t going to be easy on you, was it?

A few days followed and you grew more and more comfortable with being this intimate with the charming knight. The kisses were heavier and the touches lingered for longer.

This beautiful morning, you forced yourself to get up from the safe space of the soft bed and got ready for the day. Hazel strangely enough kept her distance from you as you got ready on your own. Isabel was still in town with her family so the palace was eerily empty; other than the knights, of course.

You brushed it off as this was probably just as new to her as it was to you. Two women being intimate like this wasn’t unheard of but it was drastically shamed upon. The thought of the two of you being exposed to the public struck an inexplicable amount of fear through you.

As you slipped on the dress, you watched her through the mirror as she stood up from the bed. You tensed up as her hands reached out to carefully tug on the ropes of the corset in the back. You sucked in a deep breath Hazel’s fingers grazed against the bare skin of your back.

“Is this okay?” Hazel’s whispers.

You simply nod, a very obvious blush on your cheeks as she ties the corset portion off to secure the fabric onto your body. Hazel traces the stitching before retracting her hands to smile at you through the mirror.

“You are beautiful, princess.” Her tone was genuine as her eyes fell to the sage green material of your corset portion of your dress.

“You are a charmer, Hazel,” you reply, trying to hide how much that lifted your spirit.

Hazel chuckled at your deflection of her compliment as she already knew how you were.

“And you are stubborn.” Hazel leaned forward to place a feather-soft kiss onto the crook of your neck.

The gesture caused the faintest of gasps to leave your lips before turning around to face her fully. You were met with her deep blue eyes staring into your own, a glint that was unrecognizable in hers.

“Would you teach me how to fight?” You change the subject, somehow suddenly remembering that she was a trained knight.

Hazel’s eyes narrowed for a moment in thought as you lean forward to scrunch up your nose in her face. Hazel copied your actions which caused you to smile adoringly at her.

“I think you could already put up a good fight so…” Hazel cleared her throat and jerked her head towards your bedroom doors. “Let’s go and test that theory, princess.”

You couldn’t believe she agreed so quickly. You had no experience whatsoever in any other kind of combat. The only thing you knew how to expertly do was disassociate when your parents scolded you.

“Wait, really? You’ll teach me?” You beamed excitedly at her words.

“Of course. Whatever my princess wants,” her tone deepened ever so slightly that caused shivers to run down your spine.

Hazel motioned towards the bedroom doors with a small smile as you hadn’t responded to her comment. All you could do was reciprocate the smile as you followed behind Hazel as she tugged open the door for you. She stood to the side with perfect posture as you walked past her, a soft ‘thank you’ leaving your lips.

You haven’t gotten any new news on how your parents were doing or if they had even arrived in the new country yet. You didn't care as much as you should but there wasn’t an ounce of guilt within you. You haven’t enjoyed yourself in such a long time and it was all thanks to Hazel. Oh, and of course your parents' obsession with giving you away to some random prince.

“What do you want to learn first?” Hazel questions as she walks side by side with you as you make your way to the back of the palace. “There’s sword fighting, hand-to-hand, archery— well that’s considered hunting more than anything but a skill nonetheless.”

“Well, what do you think I could be good at?” You ask curiously.

Sometimes you hated how you couldn't be inside of Hazel’s mind to see what she thought of you. When she looked at you, it seemed a lot more gentle than saying your parents were too. It intrigued you more than anything.

Hazel looked over at you with a smug smile before shaking her head. Damn her private thoughts.

“What?” You press with her a confused chuckle.

“How about we start with hand to hand combat, princess, yeah?” She completely dodged your question.

You would’ve minded a lot more but the way she tilted her head when she spoke to you made your head cloud with desire. You blush and nod at her suggestion. You followed her to the training area designated for the knights just outside of their quarters, eyeing the wooden set up of the swords.

There were a few bow and arrows and targets that were carved into wooden boards. Bow and arrows were more for hunting as you were told by your mother and father.

“How do we start?” You question as you stare out at the open area of grass.

“Before we start, we have to discuss the one ground rule.” Hazel cleared her throat, turning to you with a more serious expression. “The second you feel any sort of uncomfort or fear, you tell me immediately. Do not hesitate. I mean it, princess. It’s my job to protect you and make sure you’re okay.”

“I thought the job my father gave you was to keep me in line because I’m ‘stubborn’.” You quip with a cheeky grin.

“Well, he hasn’t been wrong about that, has he?” Hazel’s eyebrows rose at you.

You remained silent as you knew she got you there. Your stubbornness was evident in this very moment.

“Now, tell me you’ll say if you don’t want to do this anymore. Even if it's mid-fight, you tell me.” Hazel’s eyes bore into your own, your face heating up from the intensity of her deep blue gaze.

You nod, biting back your cheeky attitude to show you were serious about this as well.

“No. Words, princess.” Hazel shook her head.

“Yes, I will tell you.” You suck in a deep breath as you straighten your back.

“Good.”

Was it normal to be aroused by a voice? You asked yourself as she gently yet sternly spoke to you. You felt like you were going insane by wanting to have her instruct you how to do anything and everything.

Now being early summer, beads of sweat were forming at your hairline. Your hair was already into a singular ponytail, being held back by a piece of ribbon that was the same color as your corset portion of your dress. Your everyday dress clung tightly to your body, the flowy sleeves sending a breeze to up your arms with every movement. Hazel had half of her short hair tied up, the look suiting her quite well. You were afraid you would be distracted and get accidentally punched in the face.

“Now, when in combat, a lot of the time your opponent will try to throw you off guard but it's usually some form of punch,” Hazel explained as she slowly circled you.

“Okay, how do I do that?” You turn your head to follow her body.

“Do what?” Hazel blinked.

“Throw a proper punch.” Your eyes are wide with curiosity.

Hazel stopped her circling right in front of you with a soft smile.

“Hold your fists up for me, princess. Like this.”

Hazel demonstrated what your stance should be. You imitate her position, holding your fists straight outwards. She shook her head at you before reaching forward to adjust your arms so that your elbows were bent.

“There we go.” Her voice is calm before she holds up her palms. “Now take a hit at my hand. I need to see how hard you—“

You throw your fist forward to her palm with all the strength you can muster as she is still talking to you. Hazel stops talking to wince at your blow, shaking her hand out to ease the sting that followed throughout her palm and wrist.

You gasp and cover your mouth with both of your hands, muttering out soft apologies quickly. Your own knuckles burned slightly but all you could think about was how you hurt Hazel.

Hazel then chuckled as she shook her head as well, still shaking her hand. “That was good, princess. You are a lot stronger than you look. Hit me again.”

You froze as you noticed her pale cheeks were now slightly flushed as her smile grew. You take position once again as you throw the punch again to her other open palm. Hazel was tense as she urged you to throw the punch again and again and again.

Each blow felt… like a relief. All the pent-up annoyance and anger that was towards your parents for the past 20 years were being let out at the moment.

“You know, you could’ve been a knight if not a princess,” Hazel spoke up as she was finally giving her palms a rest from your slight aggression.

Your chest was panting softly as you too needed a small break, tilting your head at Hazel. A proud smile settled on Hazel’s face which caused you to reciprocate with a tight-lipped grin.

“Really?” You shut one eye as the sun’s rays beamed onto your heated skin, slightly blinding you.

“With your strength, princess, absolutely.” Hazel leaned closer to you, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

Your initial reaction was to look around for anyone but you were still within your own walls of the palace. Just you and her able to enjoy each other's touch. Once this realization settled in, you carefully placed your lips onto hers; a ghost of a kiss even. You tested the waters to see if she even wanted to kiss you when you were all sweaty and out in broad daylight.

Hazel chased yours when you tried to pull away, her hands settling on your waist. It was a careless idea. You wanted to be careless as long as you could feel her lips on you.

“What are you doing to me?” Hazel pulls away to ghost her nose over yours.

Her words were desperate, begging for you.

“Distracting my opponent.” You reply as you allow your palms to rest on hers that were on your waist. They slid up her arms to her biceps to grab onto the muscle lightly.

“You're a vixen, princess.” Hazel lets out a pained sigh before grabbing onto your waist tighter to lock her lips with yours.

The word echoed in your mind. You had only heard it a few times within the literature you read. A vixen was a fierce and sexually attractive woman. Hazel had just admitted that she had thought about you in a sexual manner.

You had merely read about arousing actions. It was rare to find intense and erotic scenes in the fiction you read but when you stumbled upon a few pages of it, you felt ashamed to be absorbing something like that. All of it was centered around a man and a woman.

“Do you want to go to the library?” You hum as you back up slowly from Hazel.

Her brows furrow at your suggestion, having not expected you to say ‘library’ of all places. Her demeanor switched as she knew the library was one of your favorite places in the palace; next to the garden and your bedroom.

“Are we done with practicing for the day?” Hazel questioned but she was taking gradual steps towards your backing away figure.

“I just want a little more… privacy, if that’s okay?”

Which had been code for ‘I want to devour you with no one around’. Hazel’s eyes eyed you up and down with only desire and admiration. Your panting chest and cheeky smile caused her to follow you without a doubt in her mind.

After all, you are her princess.

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” Hazel shook her head as she pointed at you with a smile just as giddy as your own.

You didn't deny her words but instead only continued to back away until you were speed-walking towards the library’s outside doors. Hazel was hot on your feet, a smitten chuckle leaving your lips as her hands chased after your waist. You let out soft giggles at her grip as you tug one of the door handles open to reveal the shelves of dusting books.

There in the far right, away from any big windows of sorts was a red velvet couch with gold lining. You eyed it curiously, waiting patiently for your knight. Hazel shut the door behind you as she peered out the window at the open field to make sure there was no one in the surrounding areas.

Once she made sure the two of you were okay, she turned to you who was already sitting on the couch waiting for her. You were sitting upright, staring up at her with wanting eyes.

“Can I ask you something, princess?” Hazel hummed as she traced a few spines of the books.

“Uh, yes?” You were confused but tilted your head to look at her side profile.

“Have you ever read erotica before?”

The question stunned you. Your eyes darted across the shelves in a panic as you in fact had read some hot erotica before. It had completely caught you by surprise the dirty words inked on the pages of some unknown romance novel. Yes, it was between a man and woman but the feeling it had given you ached in your lower regions.

“Only a few times, yes, but not many,” you admitted shyly.

“Is it arousing for you?” Hazel asked.

What is she leading up to?

Your nose scrunches up at the memory before replying with: “Not always. I feel the man gets a majority of the pleasure in most of them.”

Hazel merely hummed and nodded as you weren't wrong. However, it was painfully obvious as the ones who had read were in fact written by men. The pages were etched with descriptions of a man's ‘throbbing shaft’ and ‘reddening tip’ that had made your body cower in disgust.

“See, that’s the problem. There aren't many novels targeted for women.” Hazel now was inching over to you. You nod in agreement, still looking up at her with curious eyes. “The men usually treat the women like they’re nothing but a pretty face and something to control.”

”I’m pretty sure that’s most men in real life as well.” You add on, shaking your head.

Hazel now stood right in front of you, reaching a hand out to cup at your jaw gently. The motion made you freeze but allowed the touch with caution. Hazel’s rough thumb grazed over your lower lip, your breath hitching at the feeling.

“Will you let me make you feel good, princess?” Hazel’s voice was barely above a whisper, eyes locking with yours. “Show you what that should feel like?”

You almost responded with, ‘You already make me feel good’, but then you realized she meant like in the erotica: sexually.

“Yes.” You muttered in a trance, tilting your jaw up in hopes she would capture your lips in a kiss.

Just as you had hoped, she leaned downward to kiss you softly, both of her hands cupping the sides of your warmed face. Your palms slid down her arms as you allowed her to use her thumb to dig into your cheeks causing your mouth to open a bit. Her tongue swiped over your bottom one hungrily. The kisses only grew heavier as Hazel was now kneeling down to where you now had to lean yourself to chase her addicting lips.

Hazel pulled away for a moment to stare at your flushed face before attaching her lips to the underside of your jaw. You jump a little in surprise but the feeling of her sucking and tugging at your skin makes goosebumps rise and a wave of arousal flow through you. Your cunt pulsed needily in a way that’s never happened before.

“Hazel,” you whimpered as your hands were sliding up into the lower part of her makeshift half-up hair-do.

“You sound prettier than I ever could imagine, princess,” she mutters on the wet spot on your jaw, excitement rushing through her veins.

This caused you to smile shyly at the compliment, cheeks warming up. Hazel pulls away from the length of your jaw to admire how beautiful you are when you’re so desperate.

“How did you plan on making me feel good, my knight?” You question with a cheeky grin, using one of your hands to trace around her hairline.

But you never failed to make her just as desperate.

“Do you trust me?” Hazel took said hand into her own grasp, raising your hand to place ever so gentle kisses on your sore knuckles.

In a dazed, lust-driven state, you nod eagerly.

“Yes,” you whimpered out.

Hazel let go of your gentle hands to guide her own to the bottom of the skirt portion of your dress. You watch the charming knight with eager eyes to see what she is going to do. Her palms were pressing into the plush of your thighs underneath the skirt, the mystery of what she was planning on doing was driving you insane.

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop and I will, okay?” Hazel’s warm palms were massaging the skin sensually, leaning down to kiss at your exposed knee.

“I don’t think I’ll want you to,” you admit with a soft chuckle as she kisses just a bit higher past your knee.

Hazel too chuckled but she shook her head: “Even so, you change your mind and you let me know immediately, princess. Okay?”

You nod and mutter an ‘okay’ back. Hazel sucked in a deep breath before inching her hands up to the waistband of the undergarments of your dress. Your breathing grew rapid as she began to tug the material down your thick thighs. Hazel watched your face for any sort of discomfort but you only appeared excited for what was to come.

You lifted your feet to allow her to remove them completely. It was an arousing thought to know you were bare for her underneath the skirt of the dress. You’d only ever worn them with your day-to-day dresses as you found them restricting but didn't want to risk accidentally revealing your bottom to the palace staff.

One of her hands tossed the white cotton shorts to the side as the other was at the crevice of your hip and thigh. Your eyes fluttered as her fingers teased on the outside of your aching lips. Your mouth fell open as she gently parted your legs, a breeze brushing past your wet pussy.

“Can I touch you here?” Hazel’s hands brushed past your pubic bone, just above where you were hoping she would touch the most.

“Please,” you breathed out, adjusting yourself to where you were more towards the edge of the couch.

Hazel hummed as she carefully dragged a single finger through your folds. You were practically dripping with arousal, the noise sending shivers down your spine. Hazel muttered a curse under her breath at the feeling of how warm you were. She switched to two fingers just teasing at your cunt. The obscene sound made her feel like she was the luckiest woman to exist to be touching you like this.

Hazel did something that almost made you moan out loud. She suddenly removed that hand from underneath your dress to take her glistening fingers into her mouth. The knight didn't hold back a moan at the taste, needing more of you. The moan causes your ego to boost to the highest extent and you whine at the loss of her attention.

“I could taste you forever,” Hazel groaned before leaning forward to kiss you passionately.

You whimper against her mouth as you get a hint of your arousal on her lips. It wasn’t as good as Hazel was making it out to be but it only made you wetter at the fact that she audibly moaned at the taste of your cunt.

Hazel’s hands pushed the clothing up your legs to rest right on your upper thighs to sneak one hand underneath the skirt. That same hand made its way to your aching core to slip her middle finger into you. You gasp softly, clenching down on her hand. The feeling was foreign but you strangely couldn't get enough of it.

“Does that feel okay, princess?” Hazel questions.

You hum to confirm with a nod of your head.

“Okay. I’m going to move now and you tell me if you want me to stop,” the blue-eyed knight informs you before placing a kiss on your cheek.

You can’t really focus on speaking at the moment. Hazel’s finger begins to pump slowly in and out of your pussy, the motion sending shocks right to your aching clit. This time the moan that leaves your mouth is loud, followed by a whine that you can’t even begin to describe as other than feral.

As Hazel’s arm began to move forward and back, you were gripping onto her toned shoulders as leverage. There was slight sweat forming at the base of your neck and spine. Before you knew it, your hips were rolling down onto the finger. Hazel encouraged you with soft kisses to your cheeks and jaw.

Hazel then slipped in her ring finger next to the middle inside of your warm walls, watching as your face contorted in pleasure. Your brows were furrowed and your jaw hadn’t picked up since she first touched your hip.

“How’s my princess doing?” Hazel pecked your lips.

“Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Hazel grinned at you.

You nod, too focused on how amazing her fingers are working into you to smartly comment like you usually would. They curl against a spot inside of you that erupts the loudest moan you’ve ever made to echo inside the library’s walls. Hazel presses her lips to yours eagerly; to both quiet you and kiss you.

Your abdomen was tightening up as her pace quickened. It felt like you had to pee. Were you going to pee on her?

“Hazel, it feels tight right here.” You place a hand over your stomach, panting as you try to explain the strange feeling.

“It’s okay. I got you, princess. Let go and it’s going to feel so good. Just like I said I would make you feel,” Hazel rushed out as her free hand was now rubbing circles across your untouched clit.

You trusted her so you listened to her words and continued to enjoy the intense feeling. The sound of Hazel’s discreet moans only drew you on. You arched your back into her as your head grew fuzzy as an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushed from your lower back to the tips of your toes.

Hazel’s voice was all you could hear, pressing gentle kisses onto every piece of exposed skin. Your chest heaved up and down slowly as you rode your orgasm out. Her words were not clear yet as you were trying to process what had just happened.

“Princess, can you talk to me, please?” Hazel’s hands were sliding your undergarments up your legs for you as you were coming back down from your high.

“You— What was that?” You chuckle as you shake your head, gradually sitting yourself upright.

“A little trick we learned in knight training,” Hazel joked as she kissed your quivering thighs.

You weakly pushed her shoulder but then tugged at the fabric as a silent ‘come here’. Hazel got the hint and leaned down to take your plush lips onto hers. You slowly kissed her with gentle hands caressing at her neck.

Her hands were resting at your hips, humming in a state of bliss with you.

The door opened causing you and Hazel to remove your lips from one another quickly. You attempted to appear as casual as possible but it was no use. You heard a gasp that left from someone’s lips causing you to look up to see Isabel with eyes wide in shock.

“I’m back from… seeing my family. I’ll leave you be, princess.” Isabel tried to back out of the room but you were quick to call out for her.

She never calls you princess. You're more than just the ‘princess’ to her.

“Bel, wait, please don’t go.” You take a step forward, urgency in your voice.

Isabel held her head down and pretended to not hear you, briskly walking out of your bedroom and allowing the door to shut behind her. You looked over at Hazel in a panic, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

“I have to go after her, Hazel.” You give her an apologetic look as you rush out of the room before you can even hear her response.

Isabel wasn’t down the hall as you expected but in fact, right outside the library’s door. She was nervously picking at her fingernails. Her eyes caught your own, widening at the sight of your nervous figure.

Neither of you spoke for a beat, eyes locked one another. You were frozen, afraid if you moved she would take off in a sprint to tell someone about what she saw you and Hazel were doing. The silence was deafening.

“So I guess that’s what you meant by closer,” Isabel finally spoke softly, clearing her throat as she tucked a flyaway back behind her ear.

Her words caused your brows to furrow until you looked at her to see her lips pursed into a smile.

“What?”: is all you’re able to reply with as you’re in shock.

“I always thought you had a liking towards her but definitely not that much of a liking,” Isabel joked once again.

Now, you were extremely confused. She was acting so normal about this. No snarky comments about how what you two were doing was unnatural or disgusting.

All you can do is reach forward to pull her into a hug. Isabel accepted the embrace with open arms as she allowed you to let out a soft cry against her shoulder. It’s been a while since you’ve shed genuine tears, especially around people. It was something that you had forced yourself to repress due to your fear of being seen as pathetic by your parents.

Every shout, every degrading comment, every lecture, every poke at you pricked at your tear ducts every time but you had forced yourself to hold back any sort of weakness. It would only lead to even more ridiculing.

“You don’t hate me?” You question through the sobs.

“You’re happy now. I could tell that day I left how much brighter you looked. That’s all I want for you,” Isabel pulled away to grab onto your hands lovingly, “she does make you happy, right?”

You let out a wet laugh, wiping your hot and damp cheeks with one hand.

“A scary amount.”

Isabel let out a soft laugh as well. Her face twisted into a serious expression, her face softening in a way that you’ve never seen before: fear.

“I am afraid for you two. If anyone in the palace finds out about your relationship, I can almost guarantee they will not be kind.” Isabel’s worried voice tells you and winces as she tells you something that shatters your heart: “I’m sorry to tell you this, too, but your parents are also coming home a month early. They should be here in two weeks. One of the knights that patrols the gates heard from a messenger. He informed me when I arrived back.”

You stare at Isabel not knowing what to say. You weren’t ecstatic. Why would you be? You and Hazel have barely shared a week together and now what could’ve been three months had shrunk to one.

Time is fleeting. Time is a new found enemy.

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[coloursflyaway]

I have a fun fact for you that I’m sure you’ve already seen. The specific color of Edwin’s bow tie is Payne’s gray. Now, do you think he bought that for himself or do you think it was a gift (from Charles of course)?

I have absolutely not seen that???? Oh my god, that's SO lovely, I am obsessed with how much thought was put into absolutely everything in this show ♥♥♥

I wouldn't be surprised if Edwin had had a bowtie before, and then there was a case that involved a tailor or something, and Charles finds out that there is a colour named after Edwin

(it's the wrong colour, though, in charles opinion. nothing about edwin is grey; his eyes are green and a hint of hazel if the light hits them just right, his lips are pink and sometimes, if he has bitten them in concentration, a little red, his hair is the colour of expensive wood and that fancy library set up they had in my fair lady; his soul and his entire being and everything about him is so bright it sometimes overwhelms him: his joy is as bright as sunflowers, his anger as red as blood and as fierce as fire, his sadness the most awful shade of black known to men, his affection for charles is everything at once, every colour, every shade, every brightness)

he gets Edwin a bowtie that is just the right colour and it looks lovely against his pale skin and the blue of his suit.

And since there is a bit of fabric left over, Charles gets to keep it, stuffed deep down in the pockets of his jacket. Sometimes, when a case is especially tough or when it's very late at night or when he looks at Edwin and his non-existent heart swells in his chest with just how much he loves him, Charles touches it, wraps it around his fingers.

He's not quite sure why, but it soothes him somehow, and really, the reason for that isn't important in the end, is it?

[fivelasanctum]

♥~Ways to have your voice heard~♥

No matter your ship preferences, can say I think the fandom can agree that we would love more than what we were given for the final season of The Umbrella Academy. The show was suppose to run for six seasons. Last season went from the usual 10 episodes to 6 with the more budget costly scenes cut. Lila and Five were suppose to be the focal point of the season. Yet most likely most of their scenes were cut. Know the series is over and done now but that's not to say we cannot be given the gift of the cut scenes for public viewing from Netflix. The deleted scenes maybe wouldn't be all lila/five and deal with the other characters. (If you aren't a shipper) A reminder that their is an ongoing petition to have those deleted scenes released to us. Netflix has shown they are receptive to fan opinions to a certain extent. Having saved axed series before in the past and apparently being generous with going from just wanting a movie ending for Umbrella academy to a half season. The best thing we can do before interest dies out is to let our voices be heard that we do enjoy and want to see anything that was lost to us regarding our favorite dysfunctional family. So shipper wise, please do your best to mention on social and around the internet your desires for what was cut. Maybe even show interest for a spin-off with Five and lila, time commission setting. Both Aiden and Ritu have expressed interest in delving into these characters more. The showrunner has mentioned a couple times about wanting to focus a spinoff on hazel & cha cha with the time commission. That could open doors to bring back the original characters when dealing with time. See insights to other versions of the characters we know and love. Of course get focus on a more fleshed out story with lila and five's adventures and friendship and eventual relationship in the lost 7 years. Listed below are ways to contact the powers that be! Remember the squeaky wheel gets the grease! If we don't say anything, no way anyone will know what we want~ * Petition to sign and send off to Netflix once the number is high enough. https://www.tumblr.com/fivelasanctum/759983839677382656/petition-to-see-the-uncut-scenes?source=share * Netflix official on tumblr: Can send in asks about a spin-off series and/or the lost footage. netflix.tumblr.com *Netflix calling directly to share your opinion and ideas. https://help.netflix.com/en/contactus Send messages to Steven Blackman on instagram https://www.instagram.com/steveblackmantv/?hl=en They have a twitter but doesn't look like it has recent updates. Netflix Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/netflixus/?brand_redir=475822799216240

[somewhereincairparavel]

omg i have to ask platonic duo for my fave underrated friendship hazel and piper 😊 maybe piper takes her to a modern mall and hazel is just in awe 🤔

“Girls day out!”

- Platonic! Piper McLean × Hazel Levesque

Author's note: ugh this is so creative what. You're a genius cyn. Hazel and Piper my underrated pookie duo. Also, this turned out, much longer than I expected damn. Also can I just say that this fic reminds me so much of Max and eleven from stranger things?

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"How'd you like this?" Hazel asked as she held up an old looking grey cardigan. Piper rolled eyes. Typical Hazel who loves to dress up like a grandma from the 40's. (Well, technically speaking, she was a grandma from the 40's, but that's like, besides the point).

Piper never cared much about dressing up, but when your mom's the goddess of fashion, you can't help but pick up a few things here and there."I think it's time you changed style, Hazelnut". Hazel gave her a pointed look.

"Don't call me that. Unless you want me to call you princess pretty pants, yknow daughter of Aphrodite and all" Hazel said smugly.

Don't you dare." Piper glared as she threw one of the coat hangers at her, which Hazel narrowly missed. "Don't call me hazelnut then!"

"Fair enough. We have a deal" Hazel turned her gaze miserably towards her grey cardigan. Piper followed her gaze, and sighed. "Don't worry, I'll help you find your new style, you're lucky you have the daughter of the fashion goddess to help you out" she winked. Piper led Hazel towards the the floral aisle. Hazel's mouth was gaping, there were so many exotic looking clothes of so many colours, they certainly didn't have such a rainbow-esque wardrobe in the 40's. "Just look through these piles of dresses, I have a feeling floral is your pattern" Piper adviced.

Hazel nodded as she skimmed through the heaps of clothes lazily draped in the hanger. She tried dress after dress, most of them ranging from bad to meh. Until she came across a beautiful pink floral glowy skirt. She knew it was the one, the moment she saw piper's beaming gaze. "Oh my gods Hazel, I can practically feel my mother frolicking in approval, this is your dress. It brings out your curls!" Piper exclaimed bobbing up and down. Hazel smiled in contentment as she scanned herself in the mirror, she usually felt insecure of her style, they were all just greys and browns, they matched her gloomy mood, but with Piper's help, she found the clothes she felt happy and comfortable in.

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As they paid, Piper pulled Hazel towards the arcade, "You CANNOT go to the mall and NOT play in the arcade!" Hazel blinked. "What's an arcade? Nico talks about it a lot, Is it some kind of war competition?" Piper stared at her in shock. "Sometimes, I seriously forget that you don't know this stuff". She went to the the VR controls, and made Hazel sit on one of those fluffy chairs. The lady on the counter set up the VR system on her

"Is this your first time on the VR system, Darling?" The lady asked.

"Yes. How'd you know that?" Hazel replied quickly

"I can tell by the way you're squirming, don't worry, love, this is completely fun and painless"

(Why does she sound like a doctor?)

Piper gave Hazel a reassuring look, before the VR system had begun, hazel was slightly gliding in her chair, it was a little silly for Piper to watch, but she hoped hazel was having a good time. 10 minutes laterHazel stood up from her chair, and almost slipped, but caught herself.

"Sooo?" Piper asked, giving her a look of anticipation. Hazel beamed. "It was AWESOME! I mean, it was a little woozy at first but then, I felt like I was in a rollercoaster, but then I saw like these weird dinasours interrupting my ride? It felt so rea-"

Piper laughed lightly listening to her rambling like a little kid. It dawned on her how how much of her childhood Hazel had lost. This stuff was technically enjoyed when you were 7 years old, but Piper was determined to make this day memorable for her.

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"Ugh. Why won't this thing fucking jam!" Piper cursed as she racked the gumball machine. Hazel winced, possibly at her use of the word "fuck"

"Uhm Piper, what if the glass breaks? Can't we just get someone to do it for us?" Hazel asked, nervously looking around to see if anyone is watching.

"Chillax. You have the charmspeaker with you, I'll just charmspeak us out of trouble in case anything happens." Piper struggled and managed to break the glass. All colours of gumballs shot out of the the metal.

"HEY! YOU! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE UPTO?!" One of the workers yelled pointing to them. Hazel gave Piper an "I told you so!" Look. Piper sighed, and walked towards him. "Hey, you just forgot that it was me who broke the glass, according to you, the glass broke on its own, isn't that right?" The man's eyes glazed over as he muttered, "Y-yes. Yes the gumball machine broke due to external forces. You both are free to go and take as many gumball as you wish" Piper winked at Hazel as she collected a few gumballs and some for Hazel.

"Pipes, this feels wrong.." Hazel said as she took the gumballs and popped one in her mouth hesitantly.

"It's not like we do this everyday right? Hazel, we fight monsters everyday, we dont ever get to have fun like this, besides It's the gumball machine's fault for not working well like it should be" Piper huffed stashing 3 gumbals into her mouth. "And now, we get cotton candy-"

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All in all, the day ended with both of them being chased by a monster who was disguised as a cotton candy supplier, but hey? It was worth it.

(Yes, Piper still smuggled some cotton candy for Hazel and herself, og queen fr)

[sunshinebingo]

No because why do I imagine Azriel whispering “show me your jealous side, and i’ll give you everything” to gwyn?

Anon, now I'm imagining it too. I tried doing a little something with it and I hope that you like it. Thank you so much for the ask dear♥

Gwynriel, word count - 700, No warning

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Her jealous side...

Gwyn was fine. She was fine. No murderous thoughts whatsoever. She was not mad that Azriel was dancing with another female. They were at Rita’s after all and everybody else was dancing. Except of course Gwyn who sat at the bar, watching the pair with a barely contained scowl. Gwyn was fine. She wanted to throw her glass at the one who had her hands on her Shadowsinger’s chest but she was fine.

The music was loud but not louder than the pounding of her heart as she watched the brunette rising on the tips of her high heels, grabbing onto his shoulders to steady herself, and said something in Azriel’s ear. His gaze found her through the crowd, just like they had since he had made that stupid comment about her being jealous but was too proud to admit it. Those hazel eyes were all but daring her to act.  His lips turned into smirk when he saw how hard she was gripping her glass. It was the same expression that he had on at her first scoff when the female had complimented him on how good he looked. How basic of her. Of course he looked good. Her Azriel would look good in anything, especially in nothing at all.

Gwyn did not move from her seat as he left the female and approached the bar. She watched the other one instead as she disappeared through the crowd of dancers.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” she asked him behind the rim of her glass while he grabbed his own drink.

“What is?” he feigned innocence as he casually rested his arms on the bar and turned to her.

“Stop teasing me Shadowsinger,” Gwyn glared at him. The triumphant expression on his face was pushing her over the edge. She was not fine.

His smirk grew at the clear anger that started to bubble inside her. He brought his face close to hers, closer than whatever-her-name was to him earlier.

“But I love how wet you get when I tease you.” That voice send a shiver across her body and made goosebumps erupt along her bare arms and shoulders.

He saw it. The way everything he did and said could set her on fire. How she wanted him all to herself. How she was on the verge of admitting that he was right. But she did not want to give him the satisfaction. He was enjoying this way too much.

Azriel downed the rest of his scotch and placed a hand on her thigh. Gwyn realised the stifling heat of the room at his touch. Her legs parted on their own, allowing him to place his hand between her thighs and slowly running it higher beneath her dress. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered to her. “Show me your jealous side, Gwyneth, and I’ll give you everything.”

Her resolve cracked at the promise. Every snarky remarks flew out of her mind. All that was left behind was Azriel and the need to remind him that he was hers.

As if Gwyn hadn’t seen her face enough for a lifetime, Miss brunette showed up at the bar with her purse in hand, smiling like she had won the lottery. Gwyn got a clue then of what she might have told him on the dancefloor. Over her dead body. She stood, grabbed Azriel by the neck and crashed her mouth to his. She parted his lips with her tongue, drawing a groan out of him that made her moan in turn. The room went from stifling to scorching. She ran her hands possessively over his arms and chest, pressing her body impossibly close to him.

When they both started to run out of oxygen, Gwyn pulled away and looked at the slack-jawed female behind Azriel. She narrowed her eyes at her. “He is mine,” she said loud enough for her to hear over the banging music.

“And you,” she turned her death glare on Azriel and stabbed his chest with her index, “better prove to me that you know you’re mine.”

His devilish grin conveyed his satisfaction. But not as much as everything he did to her that night.

[bohobooks]

Hi me again (I just love all the stuff you write I can't get enough 😅)

Could I request one where the reader is ominis little sister (specifically a year younger) and she has the biggest crush on sebastian but yea ominis is a very protective older brother so she secretly leaves sebastian love notes and someone he figured out it was her and he feels the same way.

A/N: you absolutely made my day. Thank you so much, love!

Forbidden or Not (Sebastian x Gaunt!reader)

Request: Could I request one where the reader is Ominis's little sister (specifically a year younger) and she has the biggest crush on Sebastian but yea ominis is a very protective older brother so she secretly leaves sebastian love notes and somehow he figured out it was her and he feels the same way.

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"Absolutely not. I am not having this discussion with you. You're too young for him anyway." Ominis rubbed the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed.

The slender frame of his sister sits on the cushions beside him in the Undercroft, "Omi. I only asked if Sebastian was dating Samantha. Besides, I'm literally 11 months younger than you, you can't sit here and tell me I'm too young." She whines.

"You asked that question because you fancy him, and it is not happening. Ever."

A mischievous smirk appears on the girls face, and even though he can't see it he clearly senses the shift in her demeanor. "I don't know Ominis, I think forbidden love is even kinkier..."

Ominis groans and gagged dramatically, "Y/n you disgust me. Mother and Father should have put you down the second you were born."  Ominis continues to fake throwing up.

The enterance to the undercroft whirls mechanically, revealing Sebastian. His eyes immediately take in the scene before him- Ominis dramatically gagging, and Y/n sitting there as proud as a peacock about something.

A dark eyebrow raises above his hazel eyes as he looks at the girl, "Do I even want to know what you said?"

Y/n laughs as Sebastian sits next to her, "Well, I asked him a question that he was too stubborn to answer. So I basically said-"

"Absolutely not! You are not repeating that filth to Sebastian!" Ominis suddenly chides, causing Y/n to laugh even harder. She leans over, gently sitting her head on Sebastians shoulder as she continues her fit of giggles.

He tenses up for a split second at the contact, but quickly wills his body to relax. It's just Y/n, he thought to himself, You've known her forever.

Suddenly, and all to soon, Y/n stands. "Well, I'm off to work on my potions essay. Since somebody won't be helpful." Her tone was playfully accusatory as she bent down to poke her brother in the chest.

As she turned the exit, Ominis clears his throat, "Y/n, the answer is no. And for you to not even THINK about it."

"It just gets hotter the more you forbid it, Omi." She pauses, turning to look at Sebastian who seemed genuinely gobsmacked at the language that just left her mouth. "Good night, Sebastian. Have fun dealing with the prude."

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After leaving the undercroft, Y/n made her way into the Slytherin common room. Try as she might, the first half hour passed with her getting only an inch further on the parchment. The only thing she could focus on was Sebastian. Of course, her feelings were nothing new. Since Ominis first introduced the pair, she was head over heels for the freckled boy. She knew nothing would ever become of her feelings, even though they grew infinitely stronger with each year. Sebastian would never see her as anything other than his best friends sister. And even if by some Merlin born miracle he did, Ominis would never allow it.

Y/n groaned, slamming closed her potions book and subsequently dropping her head onto it.

"Whats wrong, baby Gaunt?" A teasing voice rang from her left. Violently flinging her head up, she meets eyes with Imelda. The two were friends, Imelda surprising everyone when she quickly took to the younger Gaunt sibling.

Y/n groans, slamming her head back I the book, "There's a boy I can't get out of my head. Trivial, I know. It's just that I've fancied him for so long, and I know he'll never feel the same."

Imelda pulled out a chair from the table, sliding it  lower to Y/n, "It's not trivial, I actually understand. Say, why don't you write this mystery man a letter. You don't have to sign it, obviously. Just tell him how you feel."

Y/n raised her head, surprised, "That's actually a good idea, Mel. I never pegged you as the romantic type."

Imelda scoffed, standing, "Because I am absolutely NOT! Anyways, let me know how it goes Baby Gaunt."

My eyes follow Imelda as she makes her way to the dorms, and I pull out a clean piece of parchment and begin to write.

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The boys sneak into their dormitory well past curfew. Sebastian immediately scanned the Common Room for Y/n, heart sinking a bit when he realized she must have gone to bed already.

He and Ominis make their way to their dorm, quickly changing into their pajamas. Sebastian sits at his desk, attempting to write in his journal. The only thing that comes to his mind is her. Really, it's been that way for a while now. He had realized roughly a year ago that he had fallen for the girl. Eventually, the sound of Ominis's snores stir him out of his thoughts. He sighs, closing the journal and heading to his bed.

Pulling back the emerald covers, he's surprised to find a small piece of parchment folded neatly tucked under the blanket.

He reached down, gently unfolding it. As he reads, he gently sits on the edge of the bed, careful to not make enough noise to wake Ominis.

Sebastian,

"It was many and many a year ago,

  In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

 By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

 Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

 In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

  I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me."

As I sit and attempt to work, I find myself thinking of you. Honestly, as of this point, you are all I can think about. I found myself reading this muggle poem, by Edgar Allen Poe, and once again thinking of you. You'll never know its me who looks at you everyday with such love and adoration, but please know there is someone out there who thinks the world of you.

Sincerely,

Your Annabel Lee"

Sebastian's heart raced. Who had sent him this? A warm feeling spread in his chest, and he smiled. Carefully tucking the note into his journal, he lay down to sleep.

The next morning, Sebastian practically skipped to the breakfast table, sliding into the seat beside Ominis.

Ominis immediately grew suspicious about his friends overly chipper attitude. "Uh, good morning Sebastian."

Sebastian patted his friend on the back, "Indeed it is, mate. Say, have any of you ever heard of a muggle poet named Edgar Allen Poe?"

Ominis's eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head, but to Sebastians surprise Imelda spoke up, "Isn't that the fellow that wrote the book you've been toting around Y/N?"

Sebastians eyes flicked hopefully over to her, watching as she grew a slight shade of red, "Uh, yeah. Actually."

The girl rifled around her bag, pulling out a leather bound novel. Sebastians face broke into a smile, "Spectacular! Do you mind if I borrowed it for a bit, Y/n?"

Y/n looked at it uneasily, "I suppose not, but I have to warn you it's heavily annotated and-"

The boy excitedly leaned across the table, taking the book, "Thank you! I promise I'll take care of it."

Without eating or saying as much as a goodbye, Sebastian bounded out of the Great Hall to spend his Saturday morning reading away in the common room.

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Sebastian spent the next couple of hours pouring over the tattered and worn book. Y/n had indeed annotated it, filling the margins with elegant cursive. Finally, Sebastian got to the poem from the letter. He read the poem intently, and went back over her scribbling on the edges of the poem. It was clearly the most loved prose in the book, seeing as the margins were filled to the brim with writing. Sebastians eyes fell to the line

"And this maiden she lived with no other thought

 Than to love and be loved by me."

Around these words, Y/n had drawn hearts and a single word, "Him." All at once, things clicked into place. Sebastian ran into his dorm, removing the letter from his journal, and placed it beside the book.

He realized with shock, and slight embarrassment that it took this long for him to notice, that the handwriting was the same. Y/n had written the note. His mind spun into action, coming up with an idea.

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Sebastian found the Gaunt siblings in the Undercroft, sitting in quiet comfort while they read.

Y/n's eyes flicked up from her book immediately as the undercroft gate whirred mechanically to announce Sebastian's enterance. She smiled at the boy, hiding how nervous she was. Had he put two and two together? Damn Imelda, if she would have just kept her mouth shut...

Sebastian smiles at her, arm extending out to hand her the book, "Thank you for letting me borrow this, Y/n/n. Someone had reccomended it to me. I actually really found myself enjoying the poem 'To Frances S. Osgood.' "

She smiled up at him, "That is a good one." He smiled down at her, and walked across the room to where Ominis sat. The two boys began a quiet conversation, but Sebastians eyes kept finding themselves on the girl.

As he had hoped, she opened the book to the poem he had mentioned- finding within the pages, a note.

Thy grace, thy more than beauty, Shall be an endless theme of praise, And love—a simple duty.

I admit, my darling, it took me embarrassingly long to realize the wonderful letter was from you. I know your brother may not approve, but know my feelings are the same. For years I found myself falling for you, but never spoke of it- I was afraid you'd only see me as a monster. But know this, Y/n Gaunt: I love you with a love that is more than love and, if you will have me, nothing will keep us apart.

Her eyes widen, flicking up from the page to look at Sebastian. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, a smirk finding its way onto his face as he spoke to the clueless Ominis.

As she clutched the note to her chest, she couldn't help but smile back.

[freakythecry]

@spicebook asked: ♥ + Noise is just gonna swing their leg over and straddle Marnan for it- It might be the alcohol it might not be~ {with love}

hazel eyes immediately snap to a lilac form , small and slender , he was just about as quick in movement as marnan had imagined . instinctively he grunts at the new weight that has settled into his lap , fair hands reaching to rest upon full hips and mouth opening to speak . " noi -- ? " the half-elf is cut off when drastically warmer lips are pressed to his , for a second concerned if they would be under another's gaze in the bar before his eyes f l u t t e r closed . it was like the room washed away , a soft breath passing through his reddened nose , hands tightening on the tiefling's hip , and eliciting a soft hum at the contact .

there was NO fight from the cleric , immediately melting into the contact . no liquid courage to fuel his actions left him far less clunky than he would usually consider himself , pressing back into the kiss with an equal if not FURTHER desire and keeping noise close . the brunet allows his hands to wander , one going to run along the intricate patterns that adorned the small of noise's back , the other sliding down to the tiefling's thigh and rubbing circles into the fabric with his thumb .

the contact is only broken so the half-elf can breathe , giving an airy chuckle and finally opening his eyes to look up at the other . " was this a proposition of sorts ? " he jest , speaking between breaths .

[the-colours-system]

How do Hazel and Violet feel about each other?

- Loop ♥︎ @syahan-system

HGAZEL! Frteidn!💜 (“Hazel,friend” to translate🤍)

She’s my favourite, I love playing with her💛

[saph-y]

Tagged by @dingoat♥ A while ago BUT today I have trouble getting to work grading some students so thank you for the procrastination instead xD

3 ships (did the first that came into my mind !)

Siv(my oc)/Archibald(selkys's oc) : Truly The Ship, at the core of the story I'm rp-ing with Selkys. They fought the plot AND tons of shit in-universe to be together. How to sumarize them... ha, picture an evil genius Sith Lord suddenly switching his whole reason of living from revenge to absolute devotion toward his fiery sunshine smol wife and you get and idea !

Hazel(OC)/Sycamore (Pokemon) : Basically started because I wanted to explore a ship with Sycamore and Hazel was my only Pokemon OC at the time - I didn't even knew much about him except I liked his design and vibes immensely. I actually managed to write a deliciously complicated story around them and I really hope to explore more♥

Willow(OC)/Grimsley(Pokemon) : Willow is my pokemas protag and in a game were you basically meet all pokemon trainers, I do have many ships with her and that is originally why she was created, just a character to be indulgent and explore different stuff. But Grimsley is my fav pairing for her because I imagined such a """fun""" (for me 8D) dynamic between them ! Two word : trust issues.

First Ship

I can't really remember my first FIRST ship, but growing up I wasn't too much into romance stories I think. But I do vividly remember my first "holy shit you can do THAT??" when playing Mass Effect 2 for the first time and discovering you could romance Garrus. Thus, my first "active" ship was born (meaning I was actively searching/producing works around it) Guess I was a monsterfucker all along Thank you Bioware for expanding my imagination 🫶

Last Song

At this very moment I'm listening to Wild Child by The Black Keys (love vibing to this band.)

Currently Reading

Just started Men at Arms by Terry Pratchett and I'm delighted to be finally reunited with the idiots of the city watch♥ I waited for MONTHS to get to a proper library that had it...

Last Film

...Not sure ? A silly spy film I forgot the title I think ? ...If I can offer a serie instead, I'm currently watching Lupin the Third part 4 and 5 ! It's funny how every Lupin thing I watch feels like meeting with long time dear friends even tho it's not a universe I've been aware of for that long... is that weird ? xD But given how fanartists for this fandom influenced my artstyle for years before I even saw a single film (yep, do you understand some stuff about it now ? :p) it might be the reason !

Currently Craving

Hum... idk ? ...Maybe another coffee xD But that would not be a good idea and thus I must resist u_u

[rosinbae]

zerobaseone masterlist

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 KIM JIWOONG ꜜ

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; necromancy (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] jiwoong wonders if it's magic or just a coincidence that he keeps seeing the same boy with those pretty hazel eyes.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; never mind (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] jo y/n seems to be amazing at keeping secrets, except for his obvious crush on kim jiwoong of course.

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 ZHANG HAO ꜜ

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; round and around (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] jealousy has never quite been y/n's thing, but he can't help but envy the ever so sweet and loving zhang hao.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; 10 months (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] 10 months. 10 months. that's how long it takes for zhang hao to come to terms with his love for y/n.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; guardian angel

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] thank god that he appeared at the right time.

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 SUNG HANBIN ꜜ

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; gorgeous (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] who is sung hanbin and why is he so infuriatingly pretty?

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; quixotic

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] hanbin and y/n have a conversation a few hours before the finale.

˖ ݁  𓂃 series ; the archer (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] sung hanbin— the student council president of planet high, watches his life transpire into chaos as he finds himself interested in the archery team captain, yoon y/n.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; hiraeth

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] a love story which ended tragically for both souls.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; express moon (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] where sung hanbin, unbeknownst to everyone, falls in love with his pretty cat-loving senior.

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 SEOK MATTHEW ꜜ

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; exuberant (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] seok matthew is probably one of the most energetic people y/n has ever met.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; je t'aime (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] matthew attempts to teach y/n french.

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 KIM TAERAE ꜜ

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; see you again

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] as the episodes of boys planet progress, y/n finds himself drifting away from his best friend, kim taerae, who seems to no longer need him anymore.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; eventually

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] with only limited time left, taerae tries his best to resolve the situation he's found himself in with his best friend before they may be separated.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; this love (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] y/n has never loved someone as much as he loves kim taerae. he loves everything about him, and can't seem to see anyone else but him.

˖ ݁  𓂃 series ; attention

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] ever since he can remember, jang y/n has always had a crush on park hanbin. every other day he simply couldn't help but giggle and kick his feet at the sight of him, but now as his senior year begins, he finds his feelings for someone else, specifically his best friend kim taerae, to be much stronger than any feelings he could have had for park hanbin.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; shattered

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] where unfortunately for kim taerae, the truth hurts, and pierces his heart right where it shouldn't.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; cardigan

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] even after he left, kim taerae could never really forget his first love, nor could he forget his first heartbreak.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; always

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] where kim taerae encounters a certain flirtatious enhypen member at kcon.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; flight 22

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] the last thing he wants to do is be a bother, but it's taerae, so it doesn't matter.

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 SHEN RICKY ꜜ

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; divinity (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] ricky could probably paint every feature on y/n's face with excellent precision, seeing as he stares at him all day.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; agowilt (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] even with how disheartening it was, ricky would always be there for him, and that was appreciative.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; spring rain

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] spring rain, what a distinct smell which he finds so alluring.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; kitty kat

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] in which ricky realizes he might be in love with his best friend after all.

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 KIM GYUVIN ꜜ

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; after the storm (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] what y/n expects: to be home alone at nine pm during a thunderstorm. what y/n doesn't expect: for kim gyuvin to be on his doorstep at nine pm during a thunderstorm.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; introvert (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] y/n, an extreme introvert, hides in the bathroom alone at a party, his only escape being kim gyuvin, a resident extrovert.

˖ ݁  𓂃 series ; teen spirit (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] kim gyuvin and han y/n are complete opposites. y/n is a laidback, no-nonsense taking guitarist whilst gyuvin is the loud-exuberant troublemaker. the two of them don't seem compatible at all, until their paired for a musical project and discover they may be much more compatible than everyone thinks.

⟡   ֺ   𓂂 PARK GUNWOOK ꜜ

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; wynorrific (in progress)

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] now don't get y/n wrong, park gunwook is absolutely beautiful, but he's also absolutely terrifying.

˖ ݁  𓂃 imagine ; blueberry boy

♡ . . . [ ♥ ] in which gunwook can't help but find the blue haired boy in his class adorable.

more are to come soon :)

[hernakedmuse]

A Week in New York

Act I Scene III

Disclaimer: Gay sexual activities.

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After that first kiss we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

He wanted to walk through central park with me, but Timothée said the paparazzi and fans are much more persistent than the ones in Los Angeles. It's a foreign concept to me, growing up in L.A., you're friends with at least one person with a connection, they're just people.

He took me to his midtown apartment, it was exactly how I imagined it. Very stylish and a lot of black. I barely had time to look more for he had me against his wall next to a Pollock. The rest of the day went like that.

We forgot about lunch and food, just dining on the taste of his tongue and neck, teeth, and hair. It was eleven at night when we came up for air, and with a large intake of breath and a scratchy voice he declared himself famished, and ordered Chinese.

It was four in the morning when he reluctantly gave into my pleading to return to the west village to my cousins. I had texted Gianni, he knows of my whereabouts and with whom.

When I walked through the door from the uber that Timothée had gotten me, I rested my back against the door looking around my cousin's empty apartment wondering why the hell I left the warm lap of the actor.

I stripped down to nothing and headed into the shower that cost more than my rent back home, showering the day off of me in melancholy, washing away Timothée's greedy kisses and hungry grips.

The suds of my rose jam shower gel may have washed away his scent, the nail bites from my waist may have faded, but I couldn't wash away the memory of his touch, his mouth, his sounds and sighs…

My hand slowly moved down my smooth chest, taking its time down my belly, heading south to the naked skin of my groin. My fingers were too small to emulate his, but as I stroked my hardness, I imagined him anyway.

After a rather steamy shower, I cried. I'm so stupid, but I can't help it.

I gulped away the salty tears I swallowed. I just met him, we had a fairytale day for sure but to cry over the guy because I had to go was…stupid.

And then there was the doorbell.

What the hell?

What kind of psycho rings someone's doorbell at five thirty in the morning?

Apparently I have no self preservation skills at all, because I got up heading over to answer it. Well not right away.

I stood on my toes to look through the peephole, and gasped when I saw Timothée. He looked around nervously, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

I opened the door and he took in the sight of me in my yellow towel, noting how it didn't completely close around my thighs.

Nothing was said, he was just panting like he ran a marathon, his hands resting on the walls of the entryway as his thick eyebrows furrowed, his greenish Hazel eyes darkening as he stared at me.

He stormed forward and ripped the towel from my body as if it offended him somehow.

I squeaked as he grabbed my backside aggressively as he kissed me like his intention was to steal away my last breath. His tongue licked every cavern of my mouth, his thick hardness was only hidden by his sweats, stroked against my naked, dripping, hard cock.

He nipped my lip and sucked down my cheek, bit down my neck, licked down to my chest as she backed me up to Gianni's Philo sectional. We collapsed, with him on top of me and as he devoured my neck I helped rip off his clothes, eager to feel his soft skin against mine.

I felt brainless as his tongue and teeth worked on the sweet spot of my neck. I was completely distracted when he took his index and middle finger, and pushed them past my lips. Immediately, I wrapped my tongue around his ring adorn fingers, my eyes rolled back as I sucked them like I would to that huge cock of his. I felt a light tape against my cheek, my eyes focused up at his beautiful face, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his heavily hooded eyes. I felt our cocks twitch together, his overpowering mine. I tried to look down to see it but he tapped my cheek again. "Keep going." His voice was scratchy with ragged breathing. "Don't stop until I say stop. Nod if you understand."

I nodded, bobbing his fingers in my mouth. He brushed back my hair and slowly thrust his fingers deeper.

I felt him push his sweats down completely, I felt a thick, rock hard, nude piece of flesh slap against my stiffness and whined around his fingers. He smirked. "Look at you, such a good little boy. No hesitation, just sucked on those fingers so fast."

I felt him push them down my throat, I gagged a bit but kept going. His mouth parted letting a gasp of his own escape as his eyebrows furrowed.

He grinded his cock more against mine, I felt drippings onto mine, shocked that his head was already weeping. "I can't wait to see those fucking blow pop lips wrapped around my cock, would you like that honey? Have you thought about it like I have? Fantasized about the smell of my skin, creating a sea of saliva at my feet as I fuck that gorgeous face of yours?" His voice was breathy and the tone became deeper. He rubbed against me faster, oh God I was going to cum if he kept this all up.

My saliva soaked and dripped down his fingers and hands and abruptly, he withdrew his fingers from my mouth. I let out a loud gasp and coughed a bit. He grabbed my face, smashing his lips against mine.

As he sat back and pulled into his lap, he slapped my ass with a very wet hand before gripping the flesh painfully, oh it was so delicious. My thighs were shaking, my voice was quivering as he stabbed his tongue into my mouth. He pulled his mouth back with a loud smacking noise and a dirty, elongated mmm, before pushing me onto my back.

He hovered above just as naked as I am now, and I had the privilege of taking in his Apollonian physique. He's long, lean, with sinewy muscle, a perfect runner's build. Flawless creamy skin with freckles here and there, a thin fuzzy trail that guided me right down to the longest cock I have ever seen, with a nice, big sack supporting it. Saliva pooled in my mouth again.

He gripped my jaw. My damp curls only blocked my teary vision a little. With his grip, his ring held thumb gently stroked my soft jaw, his eyelashes brushed against his cheekbones. "Open." His thumb caressed my bruised bottom lip as he said the magic words, and I did, I parted my lips wide. Hungry for absolutely anything he was ready to give me.

His mouth hovered over mine, I watched his cheeks move as he gathered enough saliva to spit into my mouth. The string of spittle took some time to stretch down to my mouth, but when I tasted his wet spit in my mouth, I swallowed it so fast.

He groaned and humped against me. "You're starving for anything I got to give you aren't you? Absolutely greedy for me." He mused as he gently grabbed my little length. I bucked my hips with a pathetic whine. "So perfect, the perfect body. More beautiful than any man or woman, so sweet for me." He moaned as he stroked me, and I whimpered as I bucked my hips. "Look at you, all needy for me, humping into my hand my little baby." When he took his hand away I cried out.

But then he opened my legs, spreading the plump cheeks of my ass. I wiggled and he slapped my left cheek causing me to squeak. "Patience baby, be good for daddy okay?" It was a tender sort of sternness he spoke with.

I nodded and forced myself to relax. When he licked the skin between my pouch and rectum, I let out a choked cry and gripped the pillows on the sectional. Then his tongue lapped down to my hole and I felt myself pulse. I gasped and tugged on his curls.

He swirled his tongue around my rosebud, it was so hard to not squirm it felt so good it felt like nothing else I have ever experienced. Then he had the audacity to suck on my puckered hole, my cock twitched and I writhed beneath these physical attentions as he penetrated his tongue through I gasped. "G-g-gonna c-please- daddy!"

It slipped, I didn't mean to say the word but it just happened, and I thought I messed up when he removed his tongue from me. But he looked up at me with a wet chin and dark eyes as he pressed one wet finger inside of my entrance. I let out a sob as he wiggled it in deep, and then slipped in the second. Moving them in scissoring motions, knuckle deep and hitting my p-spot over and over. My eyes rolled back and my tongue rolled out. I couldn't think it was like my brain activity was just not there, he pounded his long, ring wearing fingers knuckle deep inside of me. I was sure my screams weren't even in English.

He pounded so hard my body moved and I was cumming hard it went everywhere.

My bones feel so heavy, I felt heavy. I couldn't stop panting and Timothée slowly, with a lewd wet noise pulled out those long fingers sucking them before licking up my essence from my skin. If he didn't stop I'd be overstimulated.

His soft lips kissed up my body to my lips as he pulled me into his arms against his body, his big hands moving down to my ass, as I fell against him. He kissed up my neck to my ear before sucking on my lobe. "Ready for something bigger in that mouth?"