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focalove · 8 months ago

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Bathing with him

Cw! : gn!reader....... with some mentions of maybe f!/m!reader, mentions of d*ck, nothing too explicit. written before sunday & aven release!

Aventurine

✦ 01 bb come home the kids miss u :(

✦ 02 Though, by all means, Aventurine never or rarely reveal his ✦ bare naked self infront of anyone. So congratulations for achieving this level of intimacy with him

✦ 03 At first he'd be so cocky and teaseful when you asked him if you wanted to bath with him

✦ 04 "Oh? princess/prince-y here wants to bathe with me? well what's the occasion, or are you just that touch starved?" he snickered with a smirk of a devil in his face

✦ 05 I also think he'd also ask you to undress you to like "sweetie… I don't think I can take off my shirt… can you help me?" and he would be dangling his chest window area

✦ 06 and his pants too maybe, to show you his d---

✦ 07 anywayz, when both of you finally get in the bathtub, he'd be so shy

✦ 08 pls lead him!! princess needs his directions on how to do it correctly :<

Aventurine had a big bathroom. Big bathtub, a lot of space, fully furnished bathroom, a complete set of bath commodities. For you, it was like a dream bathroom. And there you are, sitting on the brims of the bathtub. The water tempeture was warm and the fragrance of the soap that had been mixed with the water was devine.

The door opened, revealing Aventurine in a towel around his waist. You can hear the footsteps behind you. An indication he's coming. "The water is set, you can get it in you'd like" you played with the water just a bit.

Aventurine put a hand onto your shoulder and gave you a kiss on the cheek "Mhm sure, arent you getting in honey?"

"I am, i am.. what, you need help with your towel?"

"Is that an offer, sweetheart?"

"…forget I said anything then" he snorted and smirked hearing your retort

As soon as both of you had done removing eachother's towels, both of you get in the bath tub.

Aventurine, gets in slowly, almost like as if he was scared to break the water itself. Adorable, really. To see a man who acts so smug and so sure of himself, express nervousness when he's just taking a bath with his one and only lover. You noticed his nervous behavior and you cant help but let out a light chuckle, "Scared much, Avey?".

In which he reply "Nonsense, lovely." however to contrast his words, he stammered on his words he spoke. It's not that noticeable, so he hopes you don't notice it.

yet ofcouse you would notice it and scooch over to him closer and give him a little kiss on his shoulder and snake an arm on the back of his waist. Just a way to tease him, just a bit.

He flinched slightly by your touch and scoffed "Devil much huh? oh sorry, I meant hell spawn." you laugh, "Not my fault that handsome here is so stiff. Come on, I'll wash your hair and you wash mine"

He let you do as you please with him. It felt oddly nice to have someone taking care of him for once in a lifetime. You do it so gently with him too, now how could he not feel at least slightly emotional when only such a few people have given him comfort and almost all of them have died? And now here you are, taking care of him like he's a stray cat.

He just can't help it but say

".... I'm glad I met you, I love you, sweetheart."

Jing Yuan

✦ 01 Big cat. Very big cat.

✦ 02 Big cat flop onto the bath tub

✦ 03 Big cat will ask u to wash his hair (uncertain he would do the same tho)

✦ 04 Will sleep if u take too long to shampoo his hair.

✦ 05 Cold water can do the trick to wake him up

✦ 06 Would probably pull you in a huge hug too.

When Jing Yuan got on the bathtub, it was almost as if he hogged all the space that were available. "Hey, how come I don't get a room?" You complained. Which he replies with a lazy smirk "you can just sit on my lap?"

An awkward pause fills up the room, and the longer the pause, the more contagious the little pink blush is on your cheeks which he just cannot help himself to laugh. "Well? Would you like to, dove?" In which you just let out a whine.

Eventually, you cave in and give into his whims. It's not like there's any other way to get in the bath tub without any of his body parts being touched by you. Now here you are, sitting on top of his lap, looking like a confused cat, don't know where to leap next.

It was a sight for sore eyes. You looked cute, now he can't help but let out a playful chuckle and bring you forward to him. "Why so stiff? Is it your first time seeing me stripped? I don't think so…" Worst part, he gave you his signature little lazy smile, looking like he has no wrongdoings.

"That's… Irrelevant, just let me do your hair, baobei." Hence, he let his head down and let you untie his ponytail, and do the rest

While you were washing his hair, his eyelids suddenly felt heavy. He couldn't help it, it felt so good to have your delicate yet skillful fingers all over his scalp. It just so happens that you were doing too great of your job.

"Baobei, it's done~!" You twisted his hair and stuck it into the top of his head. "Baobei?" You called him out again. No response.

Out of suspicion, you raise his head to show his sleeping face. Ah, in all of the places in the universe.. he just had to sleep at this moment, you thought. Abruptly, you had a really… Devious plan to wake him up.

Jing Yuan really just needed to rinse the shampoo away and he'd be done. But instead of using the warm water, just use the icy cold water to wake him up. And perhaps instead of using the shower, why not just pour a bucket full of it? That's exactly what you did.

Sure, it's quite literally deceitful, but at least it gets the job done. It's hard to wake up this big general, so a bucket of cold water could do.

You took a small bucket lying around the bathroom and filled it up with cold water. Little did you know, Jing Yuan was already awake when you were done with his hair.

You swear you didn't feel the water vibrations changing, but somehow, he's already in your shoulder while you were still not done filling the bucket.

"Mmnh… What are you doing my Qīn qīn? Not trying to splash me with the cold water aren't you?"

Drat. How did he even—

"No-no… O-ofcourse not.."

"Then what is it for, hm?"

"I…" You decided to give up from the act. Goddamnit, you were so close!

"you know what? yes, I was, now.. have a taste—!" You splashed the water into his face. Yet, no response. Not even a reaction, single flinch, nothing… Literally unfazed.

"Mhm, it takes more than that to even make me flinch, baobei dear."

Sunday

✦ 01 Asking to bath with Sunday isn't really that hard... But he would reassure you if you want to do it, it's a very intimate action to bathe with one another.

✦ 02 But bathing with Sunday is like bathing with an angel in a cloud

✦ 03 He'd be so soft, delicate. As if scared to even hurt you, make a wrong move.

✦ 04 Though, as delicate as he can be, he expects you to do the same.

✦ 05 He would let you wash his wings, but be gentle with them!

✦ 06 Once again, his touch is so gentle. Like imagine him washing your face with his thumbs just circling your cheeks

"Dear, turn your head downwards for me please?" He asked. Your boyfriend, Sunday, couldn't have been more gentler. He's washing your hair and your whole body with firm yet gentle strokes. You did as he asked and turned your head downwards. "Good girl/boy..." and thus felt the warm water wash away all the foam that covered your entire frame.

"Mm... Shouldn't I be the one praising you, angel?" He let out a silent chuckle "And who's being the obedient one here, hm?" It was a somewhat convenient playful banter between the two of you. Convincing the other that they're better.

Once you're done, Sunday gave one last splash of water to your hair and scrub off any remaining shampoo or soap that still be sticking around. "There, all done." He gave a wet kiss on the forehead. Which you unintentionally let out a giggle. "Hey this isn't fair, can't I bathe you too?" You note, it was true, all this time who's getting the royalty treatment is just you. "Do you want to? If so you could do that.."

An unanticipated idea came up from your oh so brilliant head "How about I wash your wings?"

"..." He hesitated just a bit. If truth be told, he was quite... Anxious to lend you his wings. Just what if you accidentally pulled one of the feathers? "How about my.. body, dear? My hair?" He recommended

"I mean— sure.. but can I wash your wings? Pleasee?" You insisted and pleaded. You even crawled your way to his chest, he felt compelled to kiss that face of yours and hug you tight. Just how can he reject you? "Fine, fine... But be extremely gentle." He sighed.

You started on with his right wing. Once you've held it, the wing flinches by accident. You poured the soap into your hand and started caressing the tip of his wing, cleaning all the dirt or dust that was there. "Does this hurt, sunday?" Through which he denies "no, absolutely not, darling. You're doing great" and purred as you do his wings

As you did the other wing, he kept purring like a pigeon being petted. Perhaps it was to imply that he was very enjoying this.

"Enjoying this much, love?"

"Very" he cood "oh, and thank you, I love you darling.." you giggled in response as you rinse both of his wings "I love you too."

✧ XTRA : i fking gentlemenfied sunday dawg :sob: also this was vv rushed, thats why it keeps getting shorter from aven to sunday (Aven is 430 words n sunday is 400 words) but oddly enough jy is 560 words💀 cringed so bad in jy's part tho like i speedrun that shit & gonna write guitarist bf kazuha after this

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rxmxa · 1 month ago

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1st, 2nd, 6th, + 8th house synastry notes 🖤

Ive been binge watching bones and its so interesting how booth and brennan embody 1h, 2nd, 6h, and 8h synastry. If youve never watched the show you can still get insight I just wanted to describe this synastry through their behaviors.

1st house synastry:

Brennan and Booth give off major 1h synastry, its especially obvious with how they met. They are immediately attracted to each other and brennan asks booth if they are no longer working together then does that mean that they can have sex LMAOOO. I def see this as mars in the 1st house synastry. I think Brennan is the mars person and Booth is the house person because she is attracted (mars) a lot to his physique (1h) and constantly comments on how his facial structure and masculinity is appealing to her. And he def gives off the house person in this dynamic because he's always trying to impress her, whether hes dressing to impress on in the way he presents himself with his demeanor like defending her, shielding her and making jokes to make her laugh. With 1h synastry it is natural to a certain extent, like the planet person or house person isnt "acting" but their actions def become applied based on the planet (with mars it would be aggression, drive, ambition from both people being amplifed). But with other planets like venus for example, it would be more about aethetic, beauty, interests, being the focus. You know what else gives this synastry away? How someone commented that they're acting "like two teenagers at prom. " at their big grown age lol. This synastry will def have you rolling your eyes, smirking, playfully pushing each other, in each others personal space AT ALL TIMES. like damn ur talking to me about the weather rn two inches away from my MOUTHHHH... lets just kiss.

2nd house synastry:

they literally cannot stop fucking touching each other omg. This synastry reminds me of a steady hand just reaching out and making sure you dont fall. its that urge to show and say I'm here, I won't let you down, and if you fall I will catch you. Its the comforting hugs between them, reaching out to help each other get back up. This reminds in the moments Brennan is feeling sad or anxious and he reaches out and grabs her hand or gently grabs her chin to get her to look at him. Their dynamic reminds me of sun in the 2nd house synastry. When someone’s Sun is in your 2nd house, being around them can make you feel safe and steady. Their touch feels warm, confident, and reassuring. They show affection in a reliable, down-to-earth way, making you feel secure and valued through physical closeness. In this case I think Booth is the sun person and Brennan is the house person. In one episode she said "I find it interesting that im only afraid of snakes when booth is around to jump on" LMAOO. like babygirl sees booth and instantly knows she is physically and emotionally safe. Who he is (sun) grounds her. Beyond the physical, they also transformed each others values. They are seen as total opposites and throughout the show Brennan talks about how Booth has taught her the value of eye contact and using your heart to make your decisions and to not rely always on logic and then booth talks about how he has taught her the opposite. they balance each other. ONE LAST THING about 2h synastry I want to mention is the gift giving. Usually posts might be about giving each other luxury gifts which can be true but its also about the details. they give each other gifts that are meaningful and not always through material but with their words or favors or just unique things that can have u be like wow no one else has done this for me before (like when booth shows up with a christmas tree when brennan couldnt have one set up when she spent her christmas with her dad and brother for the first time as an adult).

6th house synastry:

This one is a little more obvious. They met through work (as an FBI agent, Booth needed Brennan’s expertise with bones and anthropology to catch a killer), and then they actually became partners. I def see theirs as pluto in the 6h synastry because booth (pluto person) completely transforms brennans daily routine (6h) and he acts a catalyst (pluto) for the way she decides how she truly wants her life to look day to day (6h). Their relationship is primarily all about their routine, service, and work (6h) together to solve murders (pluto). They thrive and come alive with their routines, and their partnership becomes top priority. If you have 6th house synastry, that doesn’t mean the person is going to be your coworker, but it does mean you'll be deeply involved in each other's daily lives and routines. Brennan and Booth would cook for each other, motivate each other to improve their skills—whether that’s becoming stronger, smarter, or simply aiming higher in their respective careers. Their bond is built on support in everyday life, from the little things like making meals for each other to the big things like pushing each other to grow and succeed in their work.In their case, work was the foundation of their relationship, but over time, their routines became more personal, blending their professional lives with emotional connection. This is what 6h synastry is all about!! building something meaningful with someone through shared routines and relying on each other. As someone with a virgo venus I find 6h synastry lovely. From my other post with 6h synastry "very underrated synastry considering the physical attraction, never getting bored of each other, consistent acts of service, learning each others love language, “you got me flowers?” energy, “do you want to run errands with me” energy, can easily become a power couple, knowing the little cute and mundane things about each other, “oh they don’t like that flavor” energy"

8th house synastry:

They have 8h synastry for many reasons. The first I think of is how she became a multi-millionaire from her books loosely based on their relationship (the characters kathy + agent andy). Her finances (8h) completely are altered by their relationship! When you have 8h synastry with someone they can def influence your wallet. Another very obvious one is the trauma they share and go through (literally saving each other lives all the time after crazy ass shit happening to them). Because of these traumatic events, they become connected in a way that goes beyond normal interactions (real 8h shit). They share a level of trust and passion that is unique to them.This doesnt mean when you have 8h synastry your life doesnt mean you're going to be dodging bullets or facing death everyday but it does mean u might notice a deeper intensity, as if the stakes in the relationship feel higher. ok ANOTHERRR, is the underlying sexual intensity, like the constant eye contact, the protectiveness of each other, the jealousy they try to hide or supress when they are both seeing other people and MOST IMPORTANTLY THESE MFSS always come back to each other!! I can def see venus in the 8h synastry with them its the "youll never find another woman like me" energy. When booth is with hannah (he gets into a serious relationship with her try to forget about brennan) and he has to repeat over and over and over about how much he is in love with her almost like hes trying to convince himself and everyone else. And he does love her but its not like brennan... not even close. He doesnt even have to say he loves brennan. Its obvious in the way he will fight for her, is willing to suffer to just be with her as friends/coworkers knowing he desires more, how they tell each other about their childhood traumas, how they heal each others inner child, how they face their fears together. And ultimately also they do end up getting married and having children and combining their resources & assets (all 8h topics).

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g0dwat3rwritings · 5 months ago

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Hellooo, Im not sure if ur requests are open, so ignore this if they aren’t, but could i request Obanai x Reader that is like, his adopted little sister, they have similar background etc, act similar (shes a lil softer but yk)? Like, u could really mistaken them for siblings if u didnt know, and all platonic ofc [: Also, If u have the time and want to, you can also make hcs abt what the other hashira think of u, but thats alot of work so i understand if u dont.

Anyways- I hope u have a nice day/night, and dw for not doing this, I fully understand. [[[:

I got this request on November 4, 2023, and started writing it today (June 18, 2024). Man, I am so sorry 😭

I also subconsciously made the reader a teenager, around the ages of 12-14

Tengen's part includes his wives, because I love them and needed to include them some way.

I think I just suddenly forgot how to write Gyomei and Shinobu??? so, their parts are rather short and they only have a few bullet points.

Warnings ;; None.

Relationship ;; Platonic

Type ;; Headcanons

Iguro Obanai ;; The Snake Hashira

Obanai is very protective of you, and even that's an understatement.

He knows you're strong, especially for a kid, after all, you're his Tsuguko.

Surprisingly, you didn't become his Tsuguko just because you're like a sibling to him, you became his Tsuguko because he could recognize your strength. (And you wouldn't stop pestering him)

You're very close to Kaburamaru, and he likes to be near you, just like with Iguro.

When you're not training with Iguro, you're more than likely taking missions here and there, or you're at home.

He didn't really like the idea of you meeting the other Hashira, besides Mitsuri, mostly because he doesn't exactly care for any of them.

He holds very high expectations for you, but at the same time, his expectations are also very low.

Giyuu Tomioka ;; The Water Hashira

Tomioka wouldn't exactly bother getting to know you, or bother talking to you, unless you initially started a conversation.

At first, it would seem like he was ignoring you, but if you kept pestering, he'd slowly open up, day by day, and start talking to you.

If you didn't happen to start a conversation upon meeting him, he may give you a wave upon seeing you, but besides that, you won't get much else.

He's very awkward around other people, especially children.

Even if you don't exactly talk, or if you aren't exactly friends, he'll get you a snake keychain for your birthday every year.

He may not know much about you, but he knows how much you hang around Obanai, so he assumed you liked snakes.

Mitsuri Kanroji ;; The Love Hashira

Mitsuri absolutely loves you.

She loves taking you out to lunches, when she's able to.

No matter the length of your hair, she absolutely loves to put your hair up, or do your hair.

She has a tendency to buy you things from random markets. If she happens to be there, and see something you may like, she's buying it and giving it to you the next time she sees you, with the widest smile on her face.

Sleepovers with Mitsuri are a must. She manages to convince Obanai to let you stay with her for a night or two while you just have a girls night.

Muichiro Tokito ;; The Mist Hashira

This mostly depends on when you meet Muichiro.

If you meet him before he regains his memory, he constantly forgets who you are, just like with everyone else.

He doesn't much care for you, and if you strike up a conversation with him, he's not very into the conversation.

If you meet him after he regains his memory, that also depends on who you are to Tanjiro.

If you're close to Tanjiro, he'll start up conversation with you occasionally, and you'll basically be acquaintances, or friends, if you happen to be lucky.

If you're not, he talks to you occasionally around the base, but doesn't actively try to start up conversation with you.

Tengen Uzui ;; The Sound Hashira

Tengen believes you're Obanai's little sister, even if you tell him otherwise.

Maybe a year and a half after you meet him, he'll slowly start to accept that you're not.

But even then, he still calls you "Obanai's Flashy Little Sis"

Suma frantically worries about you, due to the fact that you're a child, and taking on important missions.

Makio acts like she couldn't care less, but is still kind of worried for the same reason Suma is. You're just a kid, and a Tsuguko at that.

Hinatsuru, just like the other two, tends to worry, for all the same reasons, but she's very sweet about them.

After Tengen's retirement, if you're about to head out on a mission, they'll stop by and give you a few snacks for the road.

They kind of act like protective family members.

Like your uncle and three aunts, in a sense.

Gyomei Himejima ;; The Stone Hashira

Gyomei treats you like one of the children he used to care for.

He, like Obanai, is rather protective, but he's quite lenient about it.

He even gifts you one of his spare beads, hoping they'll protect you on your journeys, given how young you are.

He's almost like a father figure.

Sanemi Shinazugawa ;; The Wind Hashira

Sanemi doesn't much care for you at first.

That's an understatement, he doesn't say a single word to you and simply walks away.

In an odd way, you remind him of Genya. He's also just.. not good with children so he has no clue what to say, or how to act.

If you, some how, some way, get him to talk to you, he's very stiff and very rude at first.

He wouldn't be able to get rid of the thought of Genya while talking to you, so that's how he reacts, as if he's talking to Genya.

Over time, he loosens up and begins to talk to you more often.

Kyōjurō Rengoku ;; The Flame Hashira

Your first meeting with Kyōjurō is very, very loud.

You might think you're deaf for a few hours afterwards.

He will bring you food entirely unwarranted, you have zero (0) choice in the matter.

He'll also ask if you'd like to eat with him, which you do have a choice in the matter there.

He's a rather silent eater, besides the occasional "Umai!" after every bite.

If you'd like to have a conversation with him, he can talk about anything and everything, and is always willing to.

You tend to remind him of Senjuro from time to time, and when it happens, the widest smile appears on his face.

Shinobu Kochō ;; The Insect Hashira

Shinobu is very sweet towards you, especially when you first meet her.

You remind her of Kanao, in a sense.

If you manage to grow close to her, in some way, she may let her guard down here and there.

She'll never fully let down her guard around you, because she knows you're a kid, and you don't need to know the truths of her life.

She makes it known, very often, that if you ever get injured, she's willing to patch you up, good as new.

No matter how bad the wound is.

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 1 year ago

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Practice On Me — Part Three — Azriel x Reader

Summary: It’s not an Illyrian party without at least one person starting a fight. Azriel is a jealous little shit. Y/N wants to put the smile right back on his face.

(I really don’t want to ruin this chapter for u but I finished writing it and all I could hear was Camilla Cabello in my head singing “I’llll be hooome for chwismois” — you’ll see why)

Word count: 6.2k

Warnings: Some fiiiilthy language. 18+, NSFW, smut, minors dni 🌶️

It’s not that you and the others are trying to take advantage of Rhysand’s mother’s absence. But having an empty property at your disposal definitely comes in handy.

Particularly on nights like these, two weeks later, when the cottage is packed full with more people than it can reasonably host. There’s drinking and conversation and faces you don’t even recognise, and someone has brought Elpys Vine, a herb grown by someone’s sketchy great uncle on the continent that’s supposed to make you hallucinate.

Judging by the empty chair that a male opposite you keeps winking at, you think it’s probably having the desired effect.

The spot next to you dips down as Azriel takes a seat at your side. He hands you a drink, and so naturally, his arm drapes around your shoulders. It’s comforting — and also a relief, to know that things are still normal after what happened on this very couch two weeks earlier. Not a slither of awkwardness.

But your eyes have most definitely been snagging on every unfamiliar female around you and wondering if one of them could be the target of Azriel’s affections. If Kaeda is here tonight, he hasn’t said so.

Part of you wants to ask, and part of you…doesn’t. For whatever reason.

“This is definitely already way out of hand.” Az comments, cocking an eyebrow as he takes in the volume of people packed into the small space. “I thought it was supposed to be a small gathering.”

“That’s what Cassian told me, too.” You say, and then curiosity gets the better of you. You try to make it seem casual as you study the various females dotted throughout the room. “Is Kaeda here?”

Azriel’s eyes find yours, and he gives a small shake of his head. “No.”

“You didn’t invite her?”

“I didn’t invite anyone. That was Cassian’s job.”

You heave a very dramatic sigh indeed. Sometimes, Azriel is his own worst enemy.

Not that you’ve minded helping him so far — not at all. But surely there must come a point where he directs all he’s learnt at the intended person.

“I will make my move.” He tells you. “I’m just…not quite there yet. Still working on it.”

Fair enough, you suppose. Before you can say anything else, Cassian is suddenly slumping haphazardly into the space at your other side. One of Azriel’s shadows snakes out and clasps your drink before it can slosh down your front.

“Time for a game.” Cassian calls to the room, and you want to groan. Games with Cassian usually ensure chaos. “Let’s play Knife Point.”

There are enough enthusiastic responses that you know your reluctance will be wildly outnumbered. Knife Point is a game that’s used as a ruse to kiss as many people as you like — something you delighted in at fifteen, when kissing was still new to you, but you don’t feel quite the same excitement five years later. It’s pretty simple: a knife is placed in the centre of the table, and the players gather round. One-by-one, everyone takes their turns spinning the knife, and whoever the point settles on when it stops is who the spinner must kiss.

Basic, really. But Cassian loves kissing people.

You and Azriel share a look — one that says he’s no more excited for this than you are. And then you both crack a grin and settle into your seats, because you’ll always go along with Cassian’s shenanigans, even if you complain about them first.

“It seems only fair that the future high lord starts us off,” Cassian says, and slams a dagger down on the coffee table with unguarded enthusiasm. He grins at Rhys, who’s sat in an adjacent armchair with a curvy redhead on his lap. “Rhysand, darling — would you do the honours?”

Rhys flutters thick, dark lashes and gently removes the female from his thigh. “It would be my pleasure.”

The room watches closely as he spins the knife in a sleek way that has a few gazes heating. It spins fast, and then slows, slows, before landing on a female to his right whose name you don’t know. He angles himself towards her, and the smile he gives her most definitely has her falling head-over-heels in love, and the heated kiss he lands on her mouth most definitely has her falling head-over-heels in lust. She looks genuinely heartbroken when it comes to an end.

But then it’s her turn, and she’s kissing Jonan, an ex-fling of yours, and then Jonan is kissing Cassian, and then Cass is spinning the dagger and it’s pointing at you.

Your friend bellows a comical shriek of delight and jumps up so enthusiastically that this time, Az’s shadows can’t stop your drink from spilling. Cass is utterly oblivious as he turns to you with a wicked grin, holding his arms out.

“Come here, sweetpea.” He uses the nickname he’s called you for as long as you can remember. “Come make all my heated dreams come true.”

You snort, handing Az what remains of your drink and pushing to your feet. You intend to deliver a quick peck to Cassian’s lips, but so typically, he clasps your face with enough force to lift you from the floor, and his mouth lands heavily on yours.

Immediately, a chorus of jeers and laughs ring out around the circle. Cassian’s huge hand cups your jaw, and he kisses you like you’ve seen him kiss countless males and females before. It doesn’t matter that you’re his friend, an old comfort blanket — he gives you the exact same energy he gives them. He doesn’t do things by halves.

And the kiss certainly isn’t bad, if not a little strange. You can think of far worse people to be doing this with right now.

It goes on a little longer than necessary, and when you feel it deepen, feel Cassian’s tongue probing yours, you break away. Make a dramatic show of grimacing and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Damn.” Jonan snorts. “You didn’t kiss me like that, Cass.”

Cass smirks. “You’re not half as pretty, nor half as arousing.”

They squabble, and the game continues, and you slump back down by Azriel’s side, already tuning out the noise. You turn to retrieve your drink, only to find Az draining the rest of it.

“Hey.” You knock your arm against his. “I was going to finish that.”

He stares forward, not even looking at you as he quietly replies, “I figured you were too busy.”

Your face creases into a frown as you take in the stiff, rigid set of his body. He’s damn near hunched in that corner of the couch, and it can’t be comfortable with how his wings are a little squished, but it seems almost as if…as if he’s trying to put some space between you.

You try not to think too much about it as you return your attention to the game once more. The knife continues spinning and people continue kissing, and only once does the blade point in Azriel’s direction, to which he tersely announces he was never playing to begin with.

It’s that which makes you realise the reason behind his mood going south. He’s only just started exploring the art of kissing with you, only just started becoming comfortable with it. The last thing he’ll want to do is make a whole song and dance about it and kiss a near stranger in front of a group of people.

Combine that with his natural aversion to huge gatherings, and it makes sense, now, why he’s clutching your empty cup so tightly, and the muscle in his jaw keeps moving.

When everyone else is distracted, you place a hand on his arm.

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” You suggest. “Get some fresh air.”

But he barely looks at you. Just keeps staring forward. He shoots a quick, hard look in Cassian’s direction and rips it away just as fast.

“I’m fine here.” He says. “You knock yourself out.”

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You know Azriel well enough to know when his social tolerance is at an all-time-low, and being at a party is the worst possible thing for him.

He goes more and more into himself, his brooding, and he seems to emanate an invisible signal that warns people to stay far, far away. Not even the drunken, giggling females approach him. The Shadowsinger is in a dangerous mood, and it won’t take much to set him off.

He doesn’t seem all that interested in talking to you, either, given that all your attempts have been met with quiet, one-worded responses. And so, figuring he’ll come to you when he feels like it, you wander off to get yourself another drink, and you sink into the throes of the party.

At some point, you feel a warm touch on your forearm, and you turn to find Jonan there. He’s a damn nice male — for an Illyrian. A little cocky, maybe, but kind. Not the sexist brute that so many of them turn out to be. You and he had been two eighteen-year-olds, excited about exploring each other’s bodies and sex in general. Realistically, it was never going to go anywhere, but you ended things in good spirits, and you’ve very casually fallen into each other’s beds on a few occasions since.

Judging by the way his dark eyes drink you in, you’re sure he’s hoping that tonight will end in the same manner.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” You say as you pull back from the hug he gives you.

His eyes seem to glimmer with flirtation. “Perhaps you haven’t been looking hard enough.”

You snort. “Or perhaps you don’t train close enough for us to run into each other all that often.”

That’s definitely it. The Illyrian males are sorted into different training groups based on a whole host of different things. Unsurprisingly, Rhys, Cassian and Azriel are in the most skilled group. Jonan is in a different one.

And it’s Jonan’s group, you know, that has just got back from a harsh training exercise that takes them away for weeks at a time. Which is the most likely cause of you having not seen him in passing.

Azriel’s group will be the next to go on one last training exercise before everyone breaks for the winter solstice. They’ll be setting off any day now, as soon as they’re called forth by their general. A few weeks without your three closest friends is a thought you don’t want to linger on.

“How was the training exercise?” You ask, genuinely interested. There will always be a part of you that wishes that was you, out there, putting your skills to use.

But you’re female. And females stay behind.

“Fucking brutal.” Jonan answers. “The weather is bad this year, so we were out there a week longer than we were supposed to be. My sleep pattern is still fucked.”

“Sounds like you need to relax.”

“Oh, I do.” His eyes trail down your body. “Perhaps you can help me with that.”

You open your mouth, not entirely sure what you mean to reply. All you know is that you’re not jumping at the offer of easy, mindless sex like you have done in the past.

But before you can respond, Jonan is stumbling forward, into you. Thanks to a huge, muscled body knocking into him.

He whips around to face Azriel, spilled drink forgotten in his hand. You didn’t even see Az‘s approach.

“Watch it, Shadowsinger.” Jonan narrows his eyes at him. “You almost knocked Y/N over.”

Azriel stops and eyes Jonan with clear dismissal. A rare, antagonising expression sits on his flawless features. “Are you talking to me?”

“Do you see any other shadowy fucks around here?”

One side of Azriel’s lips twitch up in satisfaction. So rarely does he waste his time looking for a fight, but he’s looking for one now — and has found one.

“What I see,” he says, and steps closer to Jonan, towering over him considerably, “is an irritating little cunt who’s in my way. Move.”

But Jonan doesn’t move. Like a typical Illyrian, he salivates at the prospect of a punch-up. He looks a little pathetic as he tries to square up against Az.

“Now, now, Azriel,” he sneers. “That’s no way to talk about Y/N, is it?”

And the mention of your name in Jonan’s mouth is all it takes for Azriel to launch himself at him. There’s not nearly enough room for this, and as he grabs Jonan by the front of his tunic and slams him against the wall, all sorts of surrounding objects go flying.

At once, everyone is turning to watch the confrontation. And so fucking typically, of all the people in the room, neither Rhysand nor Cassian are anywhere to be found.

Which means you’re dealing with this alone. Because nobody else will care to break this up.

You curse quietly and jump in just as Jonan goes to land a hit on Azriel’s jaw. He falters as you throw yourself between them as best as you can at the angle. It’s not great, but you manage to wedge an arm between them.

“Hey. Enough.” You snap, and it feels like all the times you’ve reprimanded the camp younglings. “Cut this out right now.”

Jonan scowls. And actually says, “He started it.”

It makes you never want to have sex with him again. Never have you been drier between your thighs.

“I don’t give a shit. It stops now.” You stare between them seriously, and then you’re firmly grasping Azriel’s arm. “Az, we’re leaving. Now.”

There’s a moment’s hesitation, like Azriel really, really does not want to give up the fight. But then he’s letting go of Jonan’s shirt, more or less dropping him to the floor.

“Fine by me.” Az fucking smirks at the male. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

You don’t spare Jonan a single further look as Azriel grabs your hand and pulls you through the thralls of people, all disappointed at a fight not coming to fruition. But their attention is quickly stolen by something else, and you don’t look back as you and Az step out into the cold.

Az begins to walk as though the past minute never even happened. You’re quick to catch up to him and grab hold of his forearm.

“Hey.” Your breath clouds in front of your face in the cold night air. “What was that?”

Azriel shrugs. “It was nothing. He is nothing.”

“You—”

“It’s fucking freezing, Y/N. Can we just go?”

You stare back at him. The urge to pry more, demand an explanation, is a strong one. But it is freezing, and in this frame of mind, you’re not certain he’ll tell you anything, anyway. He’s in a strange mood — probably in anticipation of the upcoming training exercise. Perhaps unwisely, you decide to drop it.

“Go where?” You concede. The biting cold makes the decision to do so much easier.

“Dormitories. You can stay with me tonight.”

Dormitories is a very generous term for the limited accommodation that is offered to each training legion. Most of it sits unused, due to the majority of Illyrians preferring the harsh, toughening dwellings of tents and crumbling old houses in all extreme weathers. But a certain amount of small, draughty rooms are available, and Az tends to make use of his when the cottage begins to feel too crowded, and he needs a break from living on top of Rhys and Cass.

There’s no hammering droves of snow tonight, and you’ve patched up your boots enough to hopefully last you a little longer. A broad expanse of stars glimmers above you, making it a rather pleasant night for a stroll — or it would be, if not for the unavoidable presence of Azriel’s bad mood.

Your attempts at conversation are met with non-committal responses, and by the time you’re kicking through the peeling wooden door to the accommodation, you’re fucking exasperated.

Azriel can be very, very insufferable when he thinks himself into a foul mood.

You could go home, back to your father’s house — you certainly consider it as you follow Az into his cramped dwellings, but…you don’t know. You wouldn’t like to leave him like this. To walk away without seeing him crack a little smile. In nine years of friendship, you’ve never done so before. So you shut and lock the door behind you, and resign yourself to a very silent, very tense night.

You press your back against the door, watching as Azriel perches on the edge of the bed and removes his shoes. Through the walls, you hear the distinct sound of skin slapping against skin, and the building moans of a female close to climax. This miserable building is more often used as a place for a quick fuck than it is to actually sleep in.

But Az doesn’t seem to notice as he shrugs out of his clothing, quickly slipping on a pair of low-slung cotton sleeping trousers, and sprawls out across the mattress, wings fanning around him.

You’re not sure why you don’t move, at first. Or maybe you are.

Your gaze snags on the toned muscles of Azriel’s torso, and the smattering of dark hair that maps a line from beneath his bellybutton to what sits under his trousers. You’ve seen it countless times before, and yet you can’t stop staring.

Particularly when he stretches his arms above his head, and then drags a hand down his stomach. To him, it’s a subconscious act, but to you—

You can’t stop yourself zeroing in on his hand. The very hand that touched you and bathed you in a pleasure so stunning, so splintering, that you hadn’t dared to try and replicate it yourself since. Such inexperienced fingers had coaxed such expert sensations—

“Are you coming to bed?” Azriel’s voice drags you from your thoughts.

“…Right.” You clear your throat. “Yeah.”

“There’s a shirt for you in the armoire.”

You shuck off your clothes, digging out the tunic you often borrow from Az to sleep in. He barely spares you a glance, his eyes glued to the ceiling. You can’t help heaving a sigh as you pad over and slip beneath the blanket. The faelights wink out, and for a while, you both lie there in silence. It’s you who eventually breaks it.

“Are you going to tell me what that fight with Jonan was about?”

Az slings an arm above his head. “You were there. I’d hardly call it a fight.”

“No, I’d call it an overreaction.”

“Jonan’s an arrogant bastard and everyone knows it.”

He brooks no room for argument. And he’s not exactly wrong, either. You know Jonan gets himself into more brawls than the average person. But Az wasn’t exactly justified tonight.

But before you can think of a response, he says, quietly, “Sorry — if I ruined your night.”

You pause. And then roll onto your side, staring at his outline through the darkness. “You didn’t. I didn’t want to go to the party, anyway.”

There’s a tiny, soft snort. “Me neither.” He agrees. “But going along with Cassian’s ideas is the story of our lives.”

“That it is.”

Az says no more, does no more. And you…you hate it. Because it’s not simply that he’s sleepy and dozing off beside you. He’s just as awake as you are. And his mood is still heavy and tense.

You can’t stand it.

It’s perhaps against your better judgement that you inch closer to him, your mind already made up about how you might lift his spirits. It’s dangerous, because your arrangement has simply been about helping him, and he’s always been the instigator, knowing what he needs and when he needs it. Which he most certainly isn’t doing now.

But you would be helping him…in a way. And you can’t lie and say that it hasn’t bothered you, over the past two weeks, that you didn’t get to return the pleasure he gave you.

It would still be a learning experience. That’s what you tell yourself as you press against his side and drape your arm over his stomach.

Az pauses, but this isn’t unusual for the pair of you. You’ve cuddled like this plenty of times over the years — with your other friends, too. And so there’s no hesitation as he slides an arm beneath you and tugs you closer, his wing tucking you in.

You rest your head on his chest, and you murmur, “I don’t want you to go on the training exercise.”

You really, really don’t.

You always miss your friends when they’re sent away, but it seems…heavier, somehow, this time. Like there’s more between you to miss.

That…that is not a good thought to have.

You banish it from your mind rather than dwelling on it.

Az’s hand presses against your back. “I’ll be home in time for Solstice.”

You hear the unspoken promise in that statement; the one Azriel knows you need to hear. Because this isn’t just about simply missing his company.

Solstice is…hard for you, to say the least. Being holed up with your father, him drinking from the crack of dawn until he collapses in a chair by the fire. His unpredictable, volatile moods and tendency to pick at you over every tiny thing. It’s the time of year you rely on your friends the most, and you spend the entire day waiting for your father to pass out so you can sneak away and forget him for a while.

Azriel’s bare skin is so pleasantly warm, lulling you back to the present. You shelve your worries for the time being, press your cheek against his pectoral, and breathe in his frost-and-cedar scent. His wing drapes over you, cocooning the two of you in your own little world.

And there’s no better place than inside that world to ease some of Azriel’s tension. Bring the smile back to his lips.

“…Az?” You whisper, slowly gliding a hand over his stomach.

His body tenses beneath you. There’s a pause before he answers, “Yes?”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing…” He clears his throat. “Nothing much. What are you thinking about?”

The question is an opening for you to stop this right here. You could return a similar, half-assed response, remove your hand from his stomach and go to sleep. Like any sensible, reasonable friend would do.

Or you could be honest.

You could tell Azriel that your close proximity has you thinking all about the magic of his fingers, the sensations he wrought from you. You could admit that it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve thought about it since it happened — not at all. You could tell him that you’re still a little stunned, because besides yourself, nobody has ever made you come that hard.

You could tell him how badly you want — need — to return the favour.

And never one to back down from a situation, however daunting, you do exactly that.

“I’m thinking…” you murmur, and your finger begins to just slightly trace lines over his stomach. Your touch is so light, and yet you feel his body react beneath you. “I’m thinking that there’s more I’d like to teach you about touching.”

A little breath escapes him. “Oh?”

“Mhm.” That finger of yours gets a little bolder, making bigger sweeps over his skin and dancing close to his waistband. “But this time, I want to touch you. You made me feel so good, Azriel. I want to make you feel good as well.”

“You…you don’t have to do that.”

Gods, you know you don’t. You know this situation has never been about him expecting anything from you. Just a friend helping a friend out. No big deal.

But who says you can’t both get something out of it?

“I know I don’t have to.” You answer him. Your hand stops its movements, and you stare up at him, your eyes accustomed enough to the dark to make out certain features. “And I won’t, if you don’t want me to. Do you want me to?”

A tiny, tiny little pause.

And then Azriel rasps, “Yes.”

It’s a guttural, gasping sound, and it’s so delicious that you want to swallow it.

You don’t hesitate in moving your hand up to his face. You angle it towards you. Slant your lips over his.

And you smile. There’s a mulled wine that Azriel far prefers drinking over the piss-poor ale that most males around here favour, and it’s not the first time you’ve tasted it on him. It’s pleasing to explore — the spices and berries and damp heat of his mouth a combination that coaxes you to slide your tongue between his lips.

Az seems pretty well comfortable with his kissing technique, now. He leans into it, not at all tentative, his tongue meeting the strokes of yours. And then he suddenly breaks away.

“I like—this.” He pants heavily, breath fanning your face. “I like doing this.”

The words make something glow inside you, because that is precisely what you want. This isn’t just about teaching him the technicalities of physical touch. It’s about liberating him from the barriers he’s built in his mind, and showing him how much he can enjoy it.

And your friend deserves that.

You plan to really show him.

You slide your hand over his hip and haul him closer, eliminating the tiny little gap that existed between your bodies. An act that makes him suck in a breath.

“If I do anything at all that you don’t like, you need to tell me, Az.” You stare at him. “Okay?”

He nods.

“I need your words. Swear it.”

“Gods, Y/N, I swear it.”

He kisses you this time.

He really does like doing that.

The kiss is hot and hungry, loitering on the precipice of being frenzied. Azriel’s hand slides to the back of your neck, his fingers kneading the skin there. A dim faelight blinks back to life, bathing the two of you in enough warm light to see each other. His tongue pushes past the seam of your lips.

But you don’t give him the chance to stroke at your mouth. There are a million other places you can think of kissing; a million other places you’re just as desperate to get your mouth on.

Your lips glide along Azriel’s jaw with the lightness of a breeze. He goes still, appearing to wait with bated breath to see what you’ll do next, and how it will feel. He’s never been kissed here before.

Nor at his neck. You kiss the skin gently, at first, and smile to yourself at the little breath that hitches in Az’s throat. Something told you he’d be amenable to neck kisses.

Indeed, he is, as you attach your lips to the column of his throat and suck.

It’s a soft ungh, this time, that escapes him. A noise of both surprise and delight. Perhaps he never before considered the sensitivity of the neck, how enjoyable it might be to be kissed there. It’s one of many things you want to be the one to teach him.

You suck and lave at the area until his stomach is caving beneath your hand, and then you’re moving on, dragging your mouth over his collarbone. Down to his pectoral.

His skin is hot but its taste is cold — cold, like his scent. Frost and snow, icy starlight, the whipping winds and thrill of flying. Gods, it’s all delicious, and you close your mouth over his nipple, desperate to taste more.

Azriel starts, his back arching just a little. Your eyes flit up to his as your tongue teases the peaked flesh.

“This okay?” You check, allowing your teeth to graze just a little.

“Yes.” Az breathes. “I never considered that that might feel good for—for a male, too.”

You smile, repeating the action, fastening your lips totally around the nipple and giving a gentle suck. It earns you another quiet sound in response.

But you don’t want quiet. You want to make your friend feel so good that he can’t keep a lid on those sounds. The muscles of his stomach are quivering under your palm, and you decide it’s unfair to make him wait any longer.

So as your tongue circles his nipple, you slip your fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers.

You’re careful, even though you know the sharp intake of breath is a positive one. Nobody’s hands but his own have ever ventured here. You want him to be aware of every touch, every feeling.

Your fingers skate over the dusting of fine, coarse hair. And lower. And then your hand is on his cock.

The mere weight of your touch drags a breathless little noise from Azriel’s throat. And you pause.

Azriel is big, even by Illyrian standards.

From touch alone, you can feel its length, its thickness. You’re not entirely sure you can fit him in your hand, let alone anywhere else.

But gods are you willing to try.

You take your time exploring every detail, starting at the smooth, swollen head — already leaking a droplet of moisture —and circling its rim with your finger. Azriel’s hips jerk, and you smile, removing your mouth from his nipple to kiss further down,

“Still doing okay?” You ask, coasting your lips over his ribs. The pads of your fingers stroke over the head of his cock slowly, casually.

But there is absolutely nothing casual about Az’s voice as he grounds out, “I’m doing great.”

“Want me to keep going—”

“Please.” The word escapes his mouth before you can even finish the sentence. “Please.”

You smile, and you scoot lower down his body, giving yourself the perfect angle to explore the muscles of his abdomen with your mouth, your tongue.

It allows you to feel the exact moment you glide your palm down the length of Azriel’s cock, following the long, jagged vein.

Gods, it feels like it goes on forever.

The skin is velvety, smoothing over every vein, every bump and ridge. You explore it all, as much for your enjoyment as for his. You can’t imagine what it must be like to feel it sliding in and out of you, hitting a spot so deep inside you that you’d have to bite the mattress—

A thought you should not be having. It isn’t going that far.

And there’s a twinge of disappointment at that fact. But now isn’t the time for disappointment.

You trace the length of Azriel’s cock all the way down to his balls, and he’s trembling beneath you. You tug at his trousers, whisper, “Can I pull these down?”

It might be silly to ask, given that your hand is already well beneath the fabric. But you want him to have a choice in everything.

So when he gives a firm nod and lifts his hips for you, you tug the cotton trousers down, peeling them easily from his hips.

Azriel’s cock springs up. And it…it might just be the most perfect cock you’ve ever seen.

You damn near moan at the sight of it.

But before the sound can escape you, you smother it by pressing your lips to Azriel’s stomach. You kiss the skin, lap at it, graze your teeth over it. And your hand returns to his hardened length.

Finally — fucking finally — you wrap your hand around him.

Azriel makes a gasping sound at your touch, his hips canting up into your hand. He’s so responsive to your touch that you have to clench your thighs together to ignore your own arousal. This is about him. Entirely about him.

It’s about him as you slowly begin to pump his shaft, peppering kisses down and down until you’re at his hip. It’s about him as you squeeze gently and hear the hitching of his breath.

“So responsive,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his hip.

“Is that—gods—” He hisses between his teeth as you pump a little faster, “—is that a good thing?”

“Very good, Az. I want to know that you’re enjoying it.”

“I am. Fuck, Y/N, I am.”

“Good.” Another kiss lands on his skin. “You’re doing so good for me.”

The praise drags another noise from the depths of his throat — the loudest he’s made so far. You don’t know whether he’s simply gaining in confidence, or whether he’s losing control. Maybe both. Hopefully both.

And you think you might lose control, too. Watch with rapt fascination as the head of his cock leaks, and it’s swelling, thickening in your hand, and you know he’s not going to last much longer.

You really want to taste him before he falls off the edge.

“Holy gods,” Azriel pants, his teeth biting into his lower lip. “Y/N, I don’t think I’m gonna last.”

“Don’t fight it.” You lick your lips. “Can I put my mouth on you?”

The question makes him fucking groan, and he chokes out an affirmative response, his cock rutting into your hand. You know he’s close, and you want him to finish. Preferably on your tongue.

And when you slide your mouth onto his cock, you know that’s going to happen.

You hollow your cheeks, sucking him into your mouth as much as you can.

Azriel shouts, his head falling back, eyes screwed shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You suck on him, tongue tracing the length of the vein that’s beginning to throb. He doesn’t seem to be aware of the way he slides his hands into your hair, his hips rolling.

“Y/N,” he pants, your name languid and slurred on his tongue, “m’sofuckingclose.”

You pull your mouth off of him long enough to say, “Look at me. Watch me while you come.”

And then you’re sucking him again, your hand wrapped around the base of his length. You pump and lick him and bob your head in time to Az’s hips canting against you, and you think the sounds he’s making may just be the most beautiful ones you’ve ever heard.

And he watches you so closely, his brow furrowed, his lips parted, his chest heaving. Your gaze collides with his, and you’re hollowing your cheeks and giving a particularly harsh suck.

“Oh, gods, Y/N, fuck!”

Azriel spills into your mouth, shot after shot coating your tongue. You take it all, swallowing greedily, savouring the saltiness and the hint of something else that is just Azriel. It seems endless, and so do his groans, his constant string of curses, the jerking of his hips and the trembles wracking through his entire body.

You damn well suck him dry. Not a drop is spared.

As you finally pull him out of your mouth, wipe your lips with the back of your hand and glimpse his shaking, sated form, you know you’re committing the sight to memory. For when this is all over.

He’s…he’s a vision. Head still tipped back. Stomach and chest still heavily rising and falling. Pleasure still pinching his face. His hands are fisted tightly in the bedsheets.

You leave him to come down from his high. He’s still panting a little when his head lolls forward, and his eyes meet yours.

“That was—” His voice cracks a little. “God’s, Y/N, I don’t have words.”

“It’s okay.” You press a gentle kiss to his stomach, tucking his sensitive length back into his trousers. “Words aren’t necessary. You did so well.”

His arms are suddenly around you, tugging you up and against him, your body slanted slightly over his. All the earlier tension from the night is gone, and it’s just you and him, your love and friendship, your unbreakable bond.

Az holds you tightly, burying into your hair. And you think that this was maybe more than just…you returning a favour. You think this might have been a soul-shifting moment for him. Something that released him from the invisible bindings that have held him back for so long.

And it saddens you a little to think that that might be the end of it. That you’ve done all you can do.

But still, you’re honoured to have helped him this far. To have guided him through it.

“Thank you.” He whispers, dropping a kiss onto the top of your head. He’s still trembling, and he tucks himself in tight as if he’s worried he might break. “Just…thank you.”

You don’t quite know what to say. It feels a little…final, and you don’t like that.

So you simply nestle into his side, and you repeat your earlier truth, your voice a whisper. “I don’t want you to go on the training exercise.”

Because you know you’ll miss him more than you ever have before. It’s going to be far harder this time.

What, exactly, that means…you can’t bear to think of it right now.

And there’s no need to as Az holds you tightly, kisses your head again.

“I’ll be there with you on Solstice.” He says. “I promise.”

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incorrectbatfam · 1 year ago

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On the subject of Damian and the axolotl, I feel like people do send him pictures of animals and stuff and he gives a rating, idk tho

Stranger: I thought you'd like to know that Lacey had her puppies. *sends a pic*

Damian: For once, a mother who should be proud. 10/10.

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Stranger: *sends a derpy cat pic* This is my cat Momo, short for Movie-Theater Mozzarella-Sticks. He just turned 3 and likes to eat pillow feathers.

Damian: Truly the cat of all time. 10/10.

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Stranger: I think I saw Krypto the Superdog on my way to work. *sends blurry video of Krypto flying*

Damian: There goes Metropolis's hero. 10/10.

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Stranger: *sends a pic of a lizard in a pointy hat* This is King Gizzard, my lizard, as a wizard for Halloween.

Damian: I would give him all my candy. 10/10.

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Stranger: *sends a video of their parrot*

The parrot: Polly loves crackers and Damian.

Damian: Tell Polly I love her too. 10/10.

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Stranger: Bruh there are so many gophers at Gotham U. *sends pic of gophers chilling in the quad*

Damian: 10/10. Good for them, living their best life.

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Stranger: Do fish count? If so here's Bubbles. *sends video of a goldfish*

Damian: They absolutely do. 10/10.

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Stranger: I went to my aunt's farm and got to ride the horses. Meet Dash. *sends Instagram story with a horse*

Damian: A fine specimen. 10/10.

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Stranger: Opinions on this stingray? *sends scuba diving footage*

Damian: Superb. 10/10.

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Stranger: I found a worm. What should I name him? *sends pic*

Damian: He looks like a Kevin. 10/10.

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Stranger: This is me and my stepdad with the hens we've been raising. *sends pic*

Damian: What lovely ladies. 10/10.

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Stranger: I went to a butterfly garden today. *sends video of a butterfly landing on their hand*

Damian: Stunning. 10/10.

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Stranger: I just got back from a safari. *sends album of savannah herds*

Damian: Next time take me with you. 10/10.

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Stranger: *sends a Ratatouille GIF*

Damian: Don't tell my family but I'm training my rats to do the same. 10/10 by the way.

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Stranger: This is Herbie, our class bunny. *sends a pic with the teacher fumbling in the background*

Damian: He looks more intelligent than your teacher. 10/10.

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Stranger: *sends pic* Got bored and bought a frog. I'm naming him Toad.

Damian: I hope your life is as dull as ever. 10/10.

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Stranger: Tzu Tzu keeps leaving her laundry everywhere. *sends video of a snake shedding its skin*

Damian: You're her assistant. Do your job. 10/10.

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Stranger: I finally got a hamster!! *sends video*

Damian: Now treat them like royalty and get yourself some tubing. 10/10.

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Stranger: Ideas for decorating my hermit crab's shell? For context his name is Juan and he likes the color yellow. *sends pic*

Damian: I suggest black and gold. 10/10.

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Stranger: I saw a turtle on my morning walk. *sends a pic*

Damian: Ethereal. 10/10.

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Bruce: *sends a family photo*

Damian: *blocks and reports*

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ilwonuu · 8 months ago

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sweet thing. bangchans part | here.

*°:⋆ₓₒ han jisung

🀥 request- Han is the horniest man alive istg. He'd also be a major munch and a ton of people see him as submissive but no no no. He'd be all cute and sweet but it's an illusion bc he'd be so aggressive as he ruined you, bred you, etc. His stamina is in another league bc he'd have you crying after cumming on his face multiple times and his dick. Overstimulation to the max and he'd tease you sweetly, bully you in the sweetest voice. Choking kink for sure, his hands are so pretty and decorated with rings as he chokes you. he's messy and he loves sex to be as messy as possible. Spit, tears, make you squirt, etc.

🀥 paring- meandom!han x subfem!reader

🀥 warnings-smut with no plot.., meanishdom!han, breeding kink, choking kink, unprotected sex(of course), creampie, lots of dirty talk, messy sex, teasing, degrading? (kinda not really), choking kink, lmk what else

🀥 a/n- thank u for your request!!! thank u guys so much for 400 followers!! more fics soon!! happy hoeing i love u all<3 hope u enjoyed!!!

mdni 18+ smut under the cut

your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to ruin you. have you so gone on the feeling of his tongue. your sweet boyfriend changing mood rather quickly.

you couldn’t complain tho. making you cum on his tongue until you are shaking for him. he loves when you fall apart like this. “taste so good baby. you ready for my cock?” you nod whining for him pathetically.

he just laughs a little pulling his shorts down to let his cock out. you quickly tug on his shirt wanting that to come off of him aswell. he just smirks pulling it over his head.

tossing it somewhere in the room. you moan in response to see his toned chest. “you’re so wet baby but doesn’t hurt to get you wetter don’t you think sweet thing?”

his teasing tone making you more needy by the second. you feel him rub his dick up and down your folds a bit before spitting directly on your pussy. rubbing it in with his dick. “yea look at that baby? so wet for me. want me to fuck your pretty pussy now?”

he teases you some more. you nod at him. tears falling slowly down ur eyes. “can’t fucking wait anymore.” you cry for him. “okay sweet girl. ill give you what you want.” you sigh in relief feeling him run his dick up your slit again. slowly pushing into you entrance suddenly.

he catches you off guard as he starts to fuck you hard and deep against the mattress. pulling moans out of your mouth. “fuck. you like when i fuck you like my slut huh?” you shamelessly nodding at his words.

“gonna fuck my cum so deep into you. that’s what you want huh? for me to breed you like my slut huh?” his smirk only getting bigger as he feels you clench around him. “can’t answer me baby?” he questions grabbing your face to look at him.

“y-yes hannie l-love it please don’t s-stop.” he just gives you another innocent smile. like his dick isn’t fucking you so beyond good. his hand snaking your body to wrap around your neck. he applies a little bit of pressure. your body responds quickly. “you like this huh? so close sweet girl. gonna fill your pussy so fucking good.”

your whines are beyond desperate for you boyfriend. “h-hannie im cumming oh-“ his grip against your neck tightening causing you to cum hard on his dick. “such a sweet sight baby. you wanted this all day huh? dirty girl. love it when i fuck you like this huh?”

his hips still drilling into you as he is close to cumming. “gonna- fuck gonna fuck my cum deep into you. i want you to feel me. my sweet girl wants it so bad huh? you’re fucking soaking my dick baby.” a deep chuckle coming from your boyfriend.

“you like that baby? you fucking clenching on dick so tight.” his words too embarrassing to listen to. but it made you wetter than before.

“dirty girl. you hear yourself? so fucking wet- ah shit just- i’m cumming baby.” he cuts himself off. his thick cum coating your walls. “fuuck- don’t let a single drop fall out of you. so messy all for me. love fucking you full of my cum.” his hips slowing down as he still fucks into you. “you want another load huh dirty girl?”

you nod convincing him ever so quickly. fucking you dumb all night until all you can remember is han, han, han, he is all you can think of.

#skz han #skz smut #skz han jisung #stray kids han #han jisung #han smut #han jisung smut #stray kids fic #stray kids smut #stray kids jisung #stray kids #skz jisung #jisung x reader #jisung imagines #jisung smut #jisung x you

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killergee · 3 months ago

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Hi, hi! First thing first, im in love with your hoshina x designer weapon reader! It's really warm my heart!! (I LOVE IT TO THE CORE HEHBFJSHDHC😭🫶🫶🫶 BLESS U)

Can i request you (this is kinda awkward) i want to see Highschool AU! For Hoshina x Reader. Kendo player! Hoshina x Archer! Reader👉👈 i would love to see them bantering each other (of if it's not Highschool AU! You can use the close range user! Bf x long range user! Gf thing!)

Thank you!

Ahhh my first request, how exciting! Sorry for posting so late. So many things have been happening lately. Also had to do some research and ended up watching tsurune LOL.

Here's a bunch of little stories of your life as Archer! Reader x Kendo! Hoshina.

Part 2 (one shot)

Synopsis: The club captains of the kendo and the kyudo (archery) club don't seem to get along. Or rather, that's how the club members see it.

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"Oi, what do ya think you're doing? The kendo club's got this gym booked for today."

Toppled on top of each, the members of the kendo club huddled nervously outside the door to their gym. They could only take small peaks and glances from their place as they were all too scared to step foot inside.

All except one.

The Captain of the Kendo team, Hoshina, was the only one who dared to enter the gym. Standing tall with his arms crossed, he gave you a menacing glare.

Rising from your kneeling position, you exhaled a tired breath and put your training bow down. "Oh, sorry, I didn't see your name on the registrar, so I presumed the gym was empty and booked it." Despite the courteous words, your apology dripped of insincerity and a smidge of condescension. "Had you actually done your job correctly, this could've been avoided."

The members of your own club shifted awkwardly. Exchanging knowing glances, they braced themselves to watch their Captain go at it once again with the rival club Captain.

Hoshina lets out a scoff as he rolled his eyes at your attitude. He ignored your comment and continued on with his interrogration. "What are ya even doing here, ya can't shoot in here. Why aren't you in the kyudo hall?"

"It's under repair, and kyudo isn't only about shooting. I gotta teach the newbies the correct form before they can even touch a bow." You stated before offering a fake smile. "Why don't you go build your stamina with some laps? It's not good to slack on basic fitness."

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you? When's the last time ya used your legs?"

After a brief moment, Hoshina flashed his own small smile, although there was nothing friendly behind it. He leaned down until his face was a mere couple inches from yours. He knew you hated the height difference. That you hated the fact that there was something he had over you. Going by the tiniest twitch in your perfectly crafted smile, he knew he was right.

"Hey, give me the room, and I'll play nice and let you watch us practice. Maybe then you'll learn something of actual worth." He suggested, feeling a deep satisfaction at the slight clench of your fist.

"I don't understand the need to swing a big sword. Overcompensating for something?"

"Ah, and I suppose hitting a massive target from far away is much more impressive."

"Oh my, if you think a target that's only thirty-six centimeters is massive, then I'm definitely worried for you."

"Are dick jokes the only jokes you can make? Are you a child?"

"Sorry, did I hit too close to home?"

A vein popped on his cheek. He could never really get a handle on your snake-like tongue.

Everyone felt the heavy tension and chill in the air. The first years had trouble believing that the two people squabbling like children were their beloved Captains.

You were known for your kindness and elegance. But you knew when to be soft and when to push harder. Where you went, people's eyes would follow whether consciously or not. You were the most talented kyudo archer the school has ever seen and an equally good captain.

Hoshina was among the top strongest kendo player in the division. Diligent. Attentive. Trustworthy. His laidback attitude attracted a lot of people, but when his serious nature slipped through during matches—that's when it was impossible to take your eyes off of him.

You two rarely crossed paths, but when you did, it was a blood bath. You two brought out the worst in each other. Or maybe you simply brought out each other's competitive streak.

All the members of their respective club could only pray for the day the two of you stop bickering.

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"I heard you guys passed the preliminaries," you said as you sat and watched him practice. It was late into the evening, and only the two of you were still in school. You had locked up the kyudo hall but saw how the lights were still on in the kendo dojo. Curiosity got the best of you, and you went to see who was still practicing.

"Congrats," you said quietly, barely audible to anyone around you.

"Oh, sorry, what was that? Awww, are ya congratulatin' me? I'm so honoured, oh, glorious captain." He jested back, pausing his activities against the training dummy. He stopped because he's had enough practice and shouldn't overexert himself. He definitely didn't stop because he wouldn't hear you against the sound of the strikes.

"Whatever, your opponents were shit anyways. It would've been harder for you to lose."

He lets out a low whistle at your words.

"Way to ruin the moment." He said, beginning to take off his armor. Placing his wooden sword at the stand, he peeled off his gloves.

Then, realization hit Hoshina, and he froze. The corner of his lip curled into a dangerous smirk as he turned to look at you.

"Wait, does that mean ya watched me compete?"

You flushed a pretty shade of pink and looked away from his amused eyes.

"Well, we're hosting the tournament this year, and I happened to pass by the dojo, so I just took a look."

"Right..." He chuckled. "Your preliminaries are tomorrow, right?"

You nod your head as you get up from your spot. The way you stretched your arms above your head reminded him of a cat.

"Yup, and we're gonna show you guys why we're number one in the division, unlike you guys who are only what again? Right, second."

"Hope you miss." He grunted in response. Though, despite the gruff words, Hoshina found that there wasn't actually any bite to his remarks nowadays. His once heated bitter words are now nothing more than poorly disguised teases.

At hearing your chuckle, he looked up at you, and his breath catches in his throat.

"Me? Miss?"

The look in your eyes was hypnotizing.

"Never."

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Why others seemed to admire you was beyond Hoshina's understanding. You were immature, vain, cocky, rude, and knew exactly which buttons to push to annoy him. If people saw the side of you he got to see, they would run for the hills.

Walking from the main school building to the dojo, he heard the faint but recognizable sound of the kyudo bow releasing an arrow.

Ah, that's right. You should be playing right now.

He stopped in his place as he looked to the direction of the sound. He had to pass the kyudo hall anyway to get to the dojo, is what he told himself before he changed course to take the longer route to the dojo.

There was a crowd gathered around the hall by the time he made it there. Not wanting to be seen, he kept to the edges of the crowd but still in a good enough spot that he had a good view of the archers.

Hoshina thinks to himself that he'll only stay to watch your first shot as he watched you ceremoniously kneel with your bow and arrow.

However, he found himself stuck in his place as he watched your elegant and meticulous gestures. Like a moth to a flame, he couldn't tear his eyes away from your figure as you drew your bow. He didn't know much about kyudo, but he couldn't help but think that your draw was beautiful.

Everything about you screamed confidence and assurance. With the twang of the bow string, the arrow released and hit dead centre of the target.

Like always.

By the time he realized he's stayed longer than he should've, you had fired 5 shots. Not a single arrow missed the target.

The cocky smile that bloomed on your face as you lowered the bow and admired your work made his heart race.

Huh... so that's why so many people are head over heels for you.

He left before your team could celebrate the victory.

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As the season continued, you two made it a habit to stay later than usual when practicing. Whoever would finish first would go to the other and watch or tell them to pack it up.

As captains in your last year, both of you needed to win your tournaments.

"Don't ya ever get tired? Or are the rumours true and you're actually a robot?" Hoshina said with his head resting on his bag as he sat and watched you.

"Only partly, actually," you quipped back before drawing another arrow. "One more shot."

"And how many times have ya said that?" He asked looking at your target filled with dozens of arrows. Unlike what he was used to seeing, a third of your shots were off target.

"Can't afford to miss. "

"Ya need to go home."

"No"

Hoshina rolled his eyes at your stubborness. "You think this is going to help ya? You're just burnin' yourself out."

Although you lowered your bow at that, your focus does not move away from your target. "We were one point away from not advancing to finals. I need to be perfect. My team is depending on me. I can't afford to drag my team down or disappoint them."

At one point in time, he'd have paid someone to bring you down a peg. Now, however, his heart twisted at seeing you doubting yourself.

"Listen, I know the pressure better than anyone else. This tournament is important to me too. But ya just need to have faith in the skills that you've built up over these years. You've earned the title of best kyudo player for a reason." He sat up straighter when you finally turned to look at him. Rubbing the back of his neck, he continued, "also, have faith in your team. They've worked hard and don't want to disappoint you either. Don't forget you're in a team, afterall."

You stared at him for a moment before giggling. Your giggle turned into a full-blown laugh at his pout.

"Now why's that so funny?"

"No, no," you managed to say as you try to collect your composure. "I just never imagined getting a pep talk from my arch nemesis."

A smile replaced Hoshina's pout. "I'm your arch nemesis?"

"Aren't I yours?" You jested back as you began putting away your equipment.

Were you? Arch nemesis wouldn't be the words he'd use to describe you. He didn't quite like the idea of you only being a rival to him.

His on the other hand. Now, that didn't sound too bad.

With your back turned to him, he called out to you, making you turn to him.

"Here."

You caught whatever he threw at you before it could hit you. Sitting in your palm was a key chain with a cat shaped charm, and beside it, an omamori charm with the embroidery "victory."

"Hasn't really been working on me, so you might as well try it," he said, looking rather bashful.

You let out another laugh at his actions. "Can't be owing you, here's mine," you said amused, removing the charm that hung on your bag and tossing it to him.

"It might give you my luck, but I doubt it'll be able to give you my amazing skills. So don't put too much pressure on it."

The charm was of a heart with an arrow through it and a wooden good-luck charm with the engraving "grind them to dust."

"How fitting," hoshina said outloud as he held the charm in his palm.

"Oh yea," you chuckled. "The statement is quite aggressive, but I thought it was funny"

"Hmmm? Oh yea, that too." Before you could even think twice about his statement, he closed his palm around the charm and gave you a determined look.

"Let's win this."

You couldn't help but smile. "That goes without saying."

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Bonus:

"Hey, isn't that Hoshina's charm?" One of your club members asked curiously as they stretched on the ground. Although the rest of the members pretended they weren't listening in, they were dying to know why you had it. They were able to spot it right away when they saw it on your school bag. It was the charm that Hoshina kept on his bag for all the years they've known him. They also couldn't forget how the Kendo members were forced to stay after school to search for the charm when he lost it.

"Yeah," you responded matter of factly as you stood and watched them.

"Why? I thought you two hated each other?"

"Now, who ever told you that?" You responded slyly.

Their mouths hung open at your statement. Were you gaslighting them? Or were you just pretending you didn't pick a fight with Hoshina every chance you got.

"Oi, y/n hurry up. I'm hungry"

At the voice, they all snapped their heads to look at the owner of the charm himself. Leaning against the doorframe, he was in his school uniform with his bag tucked under his arm.

"Yea, yea, coming old man, don't be so pushy," you said, making your way towards him. When he turned to head out, the members saw your unforgettable charm hanging from his bag.

"You buying lunch this time or is it my turn?" They heard you say as the both of you walked by the window of the gym.

"Don't remember. Let's just say it's my turn. " Hoshina responded with what they think was a smile.

"What the fuck just happened."

#soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #y/n #self insert #kaiju no.8 fanfic #kaijuu 8 gou

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p1utofairy · 1 year ago

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PAC: “i get so weak in the knees, i can hardly speak. i lose all control and something takes over me…” 💌⏳🦢🍸

• how does your crush currently feel about you?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. here's something to kick off fall 🍂 take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. enjoy!

pile 1 📩 —

heyyy pile 1! let's jump right into your reading 🤗 i'm already hearing that you think about your crush A LOT like you can't get them off your mind even if you tried and they feel the exact same way. you two mirror each other so if you feel intensely about them, they're also feeling intensely about you even if they don't convey that outwardly (i.e. their facial expressions/body language) i feel like they’re not used to having a huge crush on someone, it usually just kinda…happens for them??? like they don't usually have to put a lot of work in to make someone fall for them (bc i'm visually seeing that they're pretty damn attractive) but that's not gonna cut it with you — they just can't get by on their looks. you're big on taking your time to get to know someone and building up that level of trust and respect. you carry yourself very well pile 1 and that's really what made them do a double take when they first saw you. you're 1 of 1 — they've never seen anyone like you before. i'm hearing that some of you may look exotic or people tell you that you resemble a specific celebrity a lot? idk but just know you get the blood rushing through their veins lol they can't help but feel excited when they're around you, yet they barely know you which is the crazy part. they feel like they know you but they don't…and that's what so intriguing to them. stranger by jhené aiko is coming to mind, “i know ya face, i know ya name but i don't know you? isn't that crazy? isn't that crazy?” you may judge them at first and already think the worst like “oh i bet they’re a player!” but don’t jump to conclusions! give it a chance. they may actually surprise you and treat you like royalty, cause i feel a lot of adoration coming from their end…even though they know little to nothing about you. i want you around by snoh aalegra is playing in my head, “it's somethin' 'bout the way you stare into my eyes. i know that i don't make things clear. i fall for you every time i try to resist you.” they’re gonna fall hard for you pile 1. they’re definitely going to want to get serious and make this official which will shock you both, because of how fast things will just come together naturally. AHHH I LOVE IT.

other channeled messages:

whoa by snoh aalegra, kiss me thru the phone by soulja boy ft. sammie, tattoos, glasses, scorpio placements/scorpio moon, wifey, bright smile, almond shaped eyes, petite figure, girl of my dreams, kissin’ on my tattoos by august alsina, u are my high by dj snake & future, prominent air sign placements

pile 2 ⚖️ —

hiiiii pile 2 💓 right away i’m hearing that your crush feels like you’re unattainable? you might be really popular or a naturally social person that everyone clings to, and they find this a bit intimidating. they don’t know how to approach you – they've been trying to figure out how to get your attention but little do they know that they already have it. y'all might have a dynamic like summer and seth from ‘the O.C.’ and/or stiles and lydia from ‘teen wolf’ aw when they find out you like them back it'll most likely catch them off guard like “who?! ME?!” lol they’re so cute. you’re very dreamy to them, they'll damn near start drooling when you’re in close proximity to them…i’m also hearing that they love the way you dress. you show just enough to let their imagination wander lol idk if they wanted me to say that cause i can see their cheeks getting red and them getting all flustered 🤣 let me just say that they respect you so much! they’ll feel so lucky to finally get to know you on a personal level because they’ve been inquiring about you for awhile now. you’ll be everything that they dreamed of plus more & vice versa. there’s definitely a best friend dynamic at the root of this connection, you both will be able to be yourselves unapologetically when you're together. i feel sooo much warmth and comfort. idk why belly and jeremiah from ‘the summer i turned pretty’ just popped up in my head lol but yeah they will love holding you gently and staring into your eyes longingly 😩 SO ADORBS.

other channeled messages:

the cool girl & the gamer boy, no idea by don toliver, just talk to her dude, victor from corpse bride, timothée chalamet, bilingual, hit different by sza ft. ty dolla $ign, my forever boy, good days by sza, skateboarding

pile 3 ⚓️ —

pile 333 💫 what's up!!! i channeled a song for y'all already, come over by aaliyah is coming in strongly. “i know you're asleep but you're on my mind and i'm wide awake and i wanna stop by.” ooo there’s a very sensual vibe between you and your crush, a lot of sexual attraction and tension i'm picking up. you two would make a great looking couple — a lot of people will be looking at you two when you're interacting with each other. it's like “can those two get a room already and just fuck” LMAOOO some will be hating but others will just be admiring like damn i wish i had that. i feel like your crush makes you act really shy lol you try to muster up the courage to look them in the eye and be bold but you fold every time lol i’m hearing them say “don’t be shy baby” 😩 your crush knows what they're doingggggg omg they just love to tease you. a couple that's coming to mind is joey and pacey from ‘dawson's creek’ you may not have paid them much mind initially but one day something clicked and you were like damn…i really like them. it might take a little minute for y'all to officially get together but once you two do…WHEW. i told y'all the sexual tension is through the roof — i’m hearing this is that 90’s r&b type of love. a lot of slow burn and building up to the real thing. they think so much about what it'll be like to finally be able to hold you, kiss you and treat you properly. you evoke a lot of inspiration, motivation and passion in them pile 3 <3

other channeled messages:

halfcrazy by musiq soulchild, take a picture it'll last longer, lavender haze by taylor swift, muse by partynexydoor, capricorn placements/capricorn venus, you're like my own personal brand of heroin - edward cullen (lol)

#pac #pick a card #pick a pile #pick a card reading #love pac #intuitive reading #pac reading #love reading #energy reading #tarot reading #tarot #tarot pac #pac tarot #p1utofairy

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riaki · 11 months ago

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an excuse to touch | suguru geto x reader

pt.2 of christmas event! cw: reader is kinda drunk, u and him have a bunkbed but he always sleeps w u on the lower bunk :3

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"su— guru!"

he knows that pitchy voice; a lilt to it that tells him you've been drinking. a slur that links your breathy words together like the taut strings of a spider's web that's so imperceptible that it would've been impossible to pick up, unless you were him. because suguru knows you better than anyone else.

you say his name weird, which means you've indulged on the bottle of liquor your next-door neighbor brought you that morning, wrapped in a pretty festive ribbon with a snowman drawn into the cork. "my son drew it," your neighbor had explained, and suguru wonders how good of a parent he is, to be letting his 6 year-old doodle on a bottle of wine.

he doesn't have time to concern himself with other people's lives, however. he has his hands full making sure you don't topple into the christmas tree you'd both worked your asses off to decorate last weekend when you stumble into the living room like you're walking on two left feet, threatening to trip over the cord connecting the soft yellow lights to the outlet in the wall. he distinctly remembers the argument you had last night— you thought rainbow lights would look nicer on the tree, but he liked just yellow. in the end, he'd gotten what he wanted— but there wasn't much to gain when you had stolen his sweater and refused to give it back as a vengeance. and now, he couldn't find it.

"right here," he calls, looking up at you from where he's seated on the couch in your living room. the little tv screen plastered to the wall has a fake fire playing over the screen; he knows you love the immersion, even if your apartment complex doesn't have a fireplace or a chimney.

you make your way over to his chair and promptly fall into his already-waiting arms. he pulls you flush to his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin and letting you snuggle up to him in his lap. his callused hand immediately snakes up your back to slip beneath your shirt, massaging your back. his embrace is warm; soft. and he smells good, like pine needles and something gently sweet, a little smoky.

soon, your hands find his hair, winding a trail up his neck to thread into the dark strands and pull out the tie. before you can move any further, though, a hand darts out to catch your wrist, and the other moves to tilt your chin up and force you to meet his stern gaze, warm like amber resin on the tree bark.

"[name], where's my sweater?" he asks, raising an accusatory eyebrow. just like that, you shrink away, and he smothers the snicker of amusement that threatens to spill out like hot cocoa with a hand over his lips.

you blink, and he watches your eyelashes flutter. they catch the fake firelight, glowing like billowing reeds under a bright sun in lakewater that reflects the summer sky. "i dunno." a blatant lie; obviously, you do know, because a bit of the red string has tangled in your hair. it was crocheted for him by a friend; you'd think a doctor would have good needle skills, but operating on a patient might be easier than operating on a DIY crocheting kit and a bundle of old string. nevertheless, he took the ugly christmas sweater and cherished it; the scent of cigarette smoke and faintly sterile tiles that clung to it.

but suguru was pretty sure that would soon be replaced by the scent of you, if you kept it much longer. not that he minded, of course.

"i, uh. dropped it. in the fire." you said bluntly, stubbornly weaving your hands into his hair and pulling out his hair tie insistently. a few strands caught; even as drunk as you were, you still took the time to smooth out the tangles so you didn't accidentally rip out a patch of his hair. crude as it was, suguru appreciates little things about you like that. not the fire part, though.

"you dropped it in the fire." he echoes, raising an eyebrow. it feels condescending in a very suguru (read: affectionate) way, so you look away, lower lip sticking out. he thinks that just makes you cuter, though; you look like something straight out of his dreams. he can barely bring himself to be irritated.

"um, yeah."

"so.. it burned up?"

"yes."

"you don't have it anymore."

"no, i don't."

"the fire isn't real," he reminds you quietly; softly if you strain your ears.

"but it's so warm over here. and nice, and cozy. what else could it be?" you protested, flailing your arms as if hitting him would force him to reconcile with your beliefs. suguru just opts to lean away from you, an amused and easy smile on his lips. like he's looking at you in adoration; like you're still the one who was molded from clay to fit in his arms even though you supposedly 'burned' his sweater up.

"not sure," he hums, watching as you stand up on two shaky legs like a newborn doe away from its mother's side; the soft glow from the light of the christmas tree gently illuminating your frame. he wishes he could tug you back by the wrist and kiss you breathless, run his hands over you ever lovingly. "you're just like my personal little space heater." he chuckles, soft smooth and melodic, and it snaps you from your tipsiness as you glance back over at him. “fools me into thinking the fire’s real.”

his hair is loose, tumbling over his shoulders and framing his face like a renaissance prince under the soft light; the brown of his eye shines a gentle caramel, soft and smooth as butter and syrup. there’s an easy smile that curves his lips up; he looks unfairly handsome. he thinks he can catch sight of his reflection in the void of your pupil; it looks like there's a birdnest on his head. he frowns, reaching a hand up to muss the tangled black strands. the windows in the living room are vignetted by a frosted glass, a cold world of white waiting outside. it's almost enough to make him shiver, but here, in the warmth of your presence, the snow melts away with the sunshine of your smile.

his fingers catch in his hair and he lets out a pained grunt. he's straightening his bangs when he looks up from his comfy seat on the couch; you're across the room, sitting on the soft wool carpet. there's a stain on the bundles of fluff, constantly hanging over the both of your heads to remind you of how you'd been enjoying a shared cup of hot cocoa with candy cane chunks when your nasty feline sauntered over and promptly jumped into your lap yet again, knocking over the mug and pouring its terribly sweet and sticky contents onto the wool. it had haunted suguru's domestic household nightmares for days after. your evil cat is curled up in your lap, fluffy mitten paws tucked beneath its head as it naps, and suguru doesn't like the flare of jealousy that springs up in his gut.

you catch the look of disdain on his face and shoot him a lazy smile, tilting your head. it's an invitation if he's ever seen one-- deserved, he thinks to himself. that should be him with his head in your lap, your hands in his hair, smoothing out each individual knot, gently massaging his scalp in the way you knew he loved.

...

he shakes his head and stands, brushing the lint (and cat fur— always a pest) off his sweats and saunters over to you; there's that familiar gait in his step from always walking hunched over during his earlier years of youth. sometimes, you'll build a little pillow fort on your bunk bed and settle in his arms between his legs and listen to him tell you stories from a time that seems so long ago but so fresh like new mint leaves in his memory. he'll play with your clothes, bury his nose in your hair and breathe in the scent of home and something like apples and cinnamon in your shampoo. those fun little story nights are always enjoyable, only because he has the best audience.

he squats down, balancing his elbows on his knees as he peers down at you. your cat in your lap lifts its head, looking like the very dictionary definition of judgmental as it squints at suguru. you just laugh, like silver bells clear in a snowstorm, parting the howling wind as if it's the red sea. paving a path straight through the center of his heart like some cursed cupid's arrow.

he doesn’t mind, though, when you scoot your cat off your lap and open your arms wordlessly. he scoots a little closer before settling into you, back flush against his chest as your arms lock around his waist. you rest your chin on his shoulder and he can’t help the rush of butterflies in his stomach; suguru’s never been the type for this sort of girlish, giddy love. but you always bring new things to the table, don’t you? he loves that about you.

suguru settles into your arms, tilting his head to intercept the kiss he knows you’re about to plant to his cheek to instead meet your lips with his, and he swallows and relishes the little surprised gasp that leaves you when he does. a moment later, he hears a pretty little giddy laugh, and he can’t fight the smile that spreads over his lips.

"you're so soft," he whispers, and it's much more exhausted than he thinks it has any right to be, on such a comforting night like this when your laugh smells of sweet liquor wrapped in chocolate and you serve as good of a sweater as any clearance sale item could.

and soon enough, your fingers slide into his hair, separating soft dark strands like you're organizing a collection of seashells. it takes him a while to notice, but he soon realizes you're braiding his hair. the wind howls outside and the fake fire doesn't provide any heat, but your gentle touch and warmth feel like a cozy throw blanket hanging around his shoulders. and he feels okay now; with the way you run your fingers through his hair, delicately gathering the strands from his hair and running a thumb down the length to smooth the knots, weaving them together like a natural crown of holly flowers.

you brush a stray strand from the nape of his neck, and he shivers when your fingertips brush against the tip of his ear. he can't help but smile when you notice the goosebumps on his bare arms and free one hand to reach for his, tangling your fingers together while you untangle the mats in his hair. it's far too cold for him to be wearing that simple, worn white cotton shirt, but he doesn't mind if you'll be the one to keep him warm through this cold season.

it's all fine and dandy until he speaks up again, when you're nearly falling asleep over his head and your arms drape over his chest, toying with the sapphire necklace around his neck. your little cute breaths tickle the top of his head; you've finished the braid. it's a little messy and stray hairs stick out here and there— but at least you didn't settle for pigtails.

when he speaks, it's not directed towards you, though— he's speaking to your cat, with a stern tone you only recognize as the one he uses with you whenever your clothes end up on his side of the drawer or when his jewelry (or hairties) go missing.

and when you open your eyes groggily after suguru shifts to sit up, feeling the dreary loom of a mini hangover after you fall asleep in his arms tonight— you're blessed with the sight of your beloved house pet— a shredded chunk of tacky fabric from suguru's sweater in its mouth, and the death glare that you can only imagine contorting your handsome boyfriend's face.

needless to say, your cat will be nowhere around the two of you when you decide to share a therapeutic cup of hot cocoa again this time.

my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

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lnfours · 1 year ago

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That lando one was so cute!! I already need part 2 to see what max thinks when he finds out 😂

thank u nonnie!! 🥺 since u asked, here’s part 2 🥰

part 1 | ask me things abt lando 💌

“when max finds out what?” max’s voiced echoed down the hall, joining his two other housemates. niran’s eyes widened as he immediately shut the door, the two boys growing nervous as max approached.

“nothing.” ethan said with a fake smile.

obviously, max wasn’t stupid. he knew something was going on in your room, he just didn’t know what.

“mate, move out of the way,” max said and niran shook his head.

“you don’t want to know, mate, trust me.”

“no, i do wanna know,” he said, “what aren’t you telling me?”

“hey,” ria smiled, walking into the hallway, “have you guys seen lando? he’s got a package at the door.”

nirans eyes grew wide at the girl as ethan waved his hand in front of his throat. she looked at the two boys confused. max turned to face his two friends, ethan immediately stopping his actions and niran giving him a fake smile.

“no…” max trailed off, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.”

“no idea what you’re talking about.”

“move the fuck out of the way, niran.”

all the carrying on outside of your room woke you up, hearing your brother outside your bedroom door. you sat up, immediately shaking the sleeping lando next to you.

he hummed tiredly, “what?”

“you’ve got to get out of here!” you said.

“in a minute,” he replied, throwing his arm over his face. you huffed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“we don’t have a minute!”

“niran if you don’t fucking move from the door mate, i swear to god.” your brothers voice is what made lando’s eyes pop open. he looked at you with wide eyes. he sprung out of the bed the same time you did.

“what do we do?”

“i don’t know,” you mumbled, biting down on your lip, “closet?”

he opened the door and looked inside, “who needs this many clothes, y/n?”

“you’re really going to ask that before my brother kills you?” you asked, helping him move some of the hangers out of his way. he smirked at you playfully.

“please, i could easily beat him in a fight.”

you rolled your eyes, fighting back a laugh, “would you shut up!”

he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, you shutting the door to your closet before quickly getting back into the bed and pretending to be on your phone. the door opened and you looked at your brother, sending him a questioning glance.

“good morning to you too?”

he looked around the room and you spotted a confused niran, ethan and ria in the doorway behind him.

“have you seen lando?”

you shook your head, “no, why?”

however, he didn’t believe you. he walked further into your room, checking behind the curtains, under the bed, and when he neared the closet your heart sank.

“max,” you said, “what’re you doing?”

“bro, he’s not in here,” niran said, “he’s probably training or something.”

“it’s sunday, he doesn’t train on sundays.” max mumbled. ethan looked at you with a questioning glance and you sent him a look silently telling him you’d explain later.

your heart sank when your brother opened the door to the closet, but you immediately held back a laugh when you heard lando’s voice, “‘sup mate? howre you doing?”

ria’s jaw dropped, looking over at you. she scooted closer, whispering over to you, “since when?!”

“i don’t know a few weeks ago?” you said before your eyes went back to where max was dragging lando out of the closet by the neck of his hoodie. you, niran and ethan all stepped in, you pushing your brother to one side of the room.

“you fucking snake!”

“max,” you started.

“no,” he said, “he made a promise. a long time ago. it’s good to see that doesn’t mean a thing to you.”

you looked back at your brother, “max, it’s not a big deal.”

“oh, trust isn’t a big deal to you?”

“that’s not what im saying-“

“well, that’s what it sounds like,” he said, “and of all people, you choose my best friend?”

“what do you want from me, max?” you yelled back now, “were you too caught up in your own life to realize i’ve been out of my mind in love with him since i was eight?!”

max didn’t know what to say, but he let you continue, “i know you have this stupid rule with everyone but i’m the only one who has a say in who i date. me. not you,”

you backed up, standing next to lando as he smiled softly down at you, “and i chose lando.”

your brother’s face softened as lando met your gaze, pulling you closer into his side. he saw the way he looked at you and it was a look he had never seen his best friend have with any other girl. and the same went for you. you were glowing, a true and genuine smile on your face.

and who was he to get in the way of two people’s happiness?

lando looked over at his best friend, “i know i should’ve told you how i felt instead of going behind your back, that was fucked up of me to do. but, please trust me when i’m telling you that y/n is so special to me, id never do anything to hurt her.”

max swallowed thickly, nodding his head, “i know.”

lando sent his best friend a soft smile, extending his hand out to him, “if i hurt her you have permission to wreck my shit.”

max snorted before shaking his hand, “as if i wasn’t going to do it anyway,” you smiled softly at the two, thankful it didn’t turn into a blood brawl like you had imagined it would.

“treat her like a fucking queen or so help me god, norris.”

lando smiled down at you, “i don’t think we have to worry about that.”

“and don’t do that in front of me,” max said, nose scrunching up as he walked away, “be cute and shit, fucking gross.”

“a little heads up would’ve been great, mate!” lando sarcastically said to niran and ethan.

“we had it under control until ria waltzed in and asked where you were!”

“it’s not my fault you two don’t know how to give signals better!” the three argued as they walked out of the room, shutting the door behind them. you stepped in front of him with a smile.

“that went better than we had imagined, right?”

he nodded, pretending to check over his body, “i mean, i’ve still got all my limbs attached so, yeah.”

you laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. he snaked his around your waist, forehead meeting yours as his nose brushed against your cheek.

“so,” he smiled, “‘out of your mind in love’ huh?”

“shut up.” you mumbled, letting him lean down and kiss you.

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hoonvrs · 11 months ago

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CIGARETTES

32 u r sobir. die (+written 0.8k)

if there were actually a magic lamp with a genie that would grant jake three wishes he’d use his first to have the his car seat comically flung into the air and somewhere far away from where he is right now.

ignoring the fact that he’s driving with four grown adults in the back of a five seater with his irrational fear of getting pulled over, it surely didn’t help having jisung sitting in the passenger seat looking directly at him the whole time. they wouldn’t even give him the curtesy of putting music on, leaving them allot sit in silence whilst yns friends stare at the driver.

“when did you get your licence?” the passenger princess asked, still facing only with his face and he was starting to get worried that he’d get a stiff his neck from that angle.

“eighteen., he could see jisung giving him a suspicous nod from his peripheral as he gave him a full body one over.

“any points?”

“no, sir.”

“he’s literally the same age as you, why are you calling him sir?” gaeul piped up, knitting her eyebrows together at his weird behaviour.

he was sure yn was feeling the same, trying to ease the tension in the vehicle, “jisung put some music on.”

“no babe, we need to ask some questions,” jake was going to ignore yujin calling yn ‘babe’ for the sake of his dignity, and maybe so he doesn’t swerve the whole car off the road but no one said that.

just as he finally started approaching the party chenle decided to speak up, “so when are you going to ask yn to be your girlfriend?”

“oh would you look at that, were here!” jake has never ran out of a car so fast in his life.

everyone crawled out the car completely forgetting their whole integration as they walk towards the house. yn was the last to step out, walking towards jake instead, “if you want to go and have fun i don’t mind being the driver, really.”

if you thought jake couldn’t be more inlove with yn, you thought wrong.

“no, no its okay. go have fun, i’ll look after you.”

“thanks pretty,” she leans close to give him a peck on the cheek before walking towards the house.

thank god she’d turned away so she wouldn’t have to witness jake go concerningly red in the face, clenching his fists whilst trying to not scream the big question right now. once she got right to the door she looked back seeing jake hadn’t moved an inch, “come on.”

if all university parties were like this, jakes not sure if he’d attend another one.

it maybe because he’s completely sober so the appeal of body shots and diving through tables aren’t very high right now, but he isn’t here for fun he’s on boyfriend butnotreallyboyfriend protection duties.

speaking of his girlfriend butnotreallygirlfriend where did she disappear to? you look away for two seconds and then you lose sight of what you came for and if he doesn’t find her in the next two minutes he might just have a full breakdown in the middle of the crowd.

after searching the whole first floor he headed for the garden, concluding that you couldn’t have gotten up the stairs drunk with the group of girls talking at the bottom effectively blocking the path completely.

jake gives himself a pat on the back mentally once he see you standing outside with a few people with a cigarette between your fingers up to your lips as you inhale and a solo cup in the other hand. your eyes lit up once they make eye contact with his, screaming for him with smoke escaping your mouth with each syllable, “jakey, come here!”

he walked over like the ‘obedient dog he is’ as sunoo likes to call him. once close enough he sees you shoving your cup to another guy to now use that hand to snake around his arm and pull him closer, “are you okay, puppy?”

if yn wants to call him a dog, yn gets to call him dog.

“shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

you waved his question off choosing to ignore answering it and instead introduce him to a few of the people you were previously talking too. after exchanging a few ‘hi, i’m jake’ he was quickly pulled away by you to a few chairs placed against the wall, “yujin and the others should join in a it but i want some time alone with you.”

jake might genuinely still have the breakdown because he’s not sure if he can handle you talking to him with an audience who can clearly hear you by the way they looked back, “that’s okay. jay and heeseung will probably come here too cause someone offered them a smoke and they don’t know how to say no.”

you giggled at him clearly a little tipsy, covering your mouth with your empty hand as an idea came to mind, “want to try something, pretty?”

PREV < MASTERLIST > NEXT

S. NOTES written chap?? oooohh who is sheee

SYNOPSIS where university student jake develops a little crush on the girl he sees with a cigarette between her lips in the smoking area and decides he needs to impress her. how else would he do that except calling his smoker friend to teach him how to smoke ( spoiler: it doesn’t go so well. )

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the-moth-archives · 2 months ago

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୨ৎ Fem Logan Howlett NSFW Head Canons ୨ৎ

Type: NSFW (18+) minors pls dni !!

Word Count: 542

Notes: i woke up to like 150 notifications from Tumbler for my sfw hcs and i also posted a thing about the nsfw ones and people were very interested ! so here it is :D this fic is targeted towards fem people !! there are some terms with the word “girl” in it but it can be taken in a gender neutral way !! Logan can also be seen as a trans fem or not !! up to u :D also, I created a masterlist !! <3

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fem logan has 2 sides

one side is treating you like an absolute princess. she gives you anything you ask for (as long as u ask nicely) and is oh so gentle with you. she likes to take u where she can see your face and kiss u all over and watch your blissed out face. she loves loves LOVES to burry her face into your neck and just inhale your scent. she loves to eat you out gently too, letting u snake your fingers through her hair and whimper for her as she looks up at u with such adoration. she wants to show you how much she loves you. she loves calling you good girl, princess and baby doll during these times

“there you go, doll.” she coos at you as you drag your nails harshly down her arms. all you could do was look down at where you were connected and hiccup. Logan lifted your chin up

“so pretty ‘fer me.” she kissed your forehead as you smile weakly. she smiles back and moves some of your sweaty hair out of your face.

“how bout a bath and a movie, princess?” she cups your cheek and you smile.

“that sounds wonderful.”

and then there’s the other side where she’ll throw u down on the bed, face shoved in the pillows and ass in the air. she loves to grip onto your hair and push you down further OR in the middle of you whimpering into the pillow, she grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head up so she can hear you. she puts almost all of her body weight on you, smushing you onto the bed while your mind completely turns off. along with holding your head down, she likes to grip the back of your neck and keep you still besides the harsh bouncing you’d do with her hard thrusts. its like a power thing, she needs to show you how strong she is. her favorite things to call you during this is big girl, doll and just any degrading word if you’re ok with that

and, of course, after a rough session, she cradles you and kisses all over you.

you’re heaving into the pillow as she comes down near you head and makes you turn your face to the side to get some air. you’re still gasping, eyes still foggy with a blissed out stare as she kisses your cheek softly and rubs you back. you dumbly giggle as she kisses you. she can’t help but chuckle back

“what’s so funny, doll?” you just softly moan as you push your hips back up at her. she tuts at you and pulls out. you whine in response to the empty feeling. she just rubs the curve of your ass and hushes you

“i know, i know bubba. we’re done for now. you did such a good job for me.” she kisses your head. “such a good girl.” you smile and moan once more, finally starting to drop from your high. she always knows how to bring you down slowly.

once your out of that state of mind, she likes to have a nice long bath with you and cuddle under the blankets with you

#butch wolverine #butch lesbian #fem wolverine #wolverine x reader #wolverine #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett #marvel x reader #marvel

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r4vn · 6 months ago

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—SNAKE'S TONGUE (cont.)

farleıgh x reader 【2/2】

w.c: 5,562

part ¹: here

disclaimers: nsfw, smut, heavy sexual tension, vers!farleigh, versfem!reader, references drugs, alcohol, some fluff some hurt, unprotected p in v (stay safe out there), creampie, brief overstimulation, praise kink, fingering, whimpering farleigh, begging, teasing, riding, off script from movie scene of olivers party

—synopsis: throughout oliver's party, farleigh is a sarcastic pain in the ass. the two of you go head to head in a heated game of beer pong, finding yourself in an intense predicament afterwards.

a/n: hope u enjoy! ty for reading and being patient!

「divider by @/ cafekitsune」

"oh it's going to be lovely oli! i invited maybe fifty people...no wait– a hundred. maybe two hundred?" elspeth rambled about having a party this evening for oliver. you quietly ate your food, occasionally adding a comment or two about party decoration and a theme.

"i don't even know a hundred people, elspeth." oliver chuckled, taking a bite out of his eggs. you couldn't look at him the same after seeing his actions with venetia the night before. the faux blonde sat quietly next to you, eating. it didn't seem like she enjoyed it, but she didn't look to be in disgust either. you notice the subtle movement of oliver as he continued to speak to elspeth. he slid another plate for venetia to eat and she silently accepted.

with the view of the painfully awkward interaction got to you, you diverted your eyes around the room. unfortunately your eyes found farleigh across the table. there was a shimmer of playfulness in his brown eyes and you noticed a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth whilst chewing. abruptly, venetia stood and exited the room rather quickly. you share a brief look with her brother felix before elspeth spoke.

"is ..is she alright?" the woman asked, looking at the rest of the heads at the table. farleigh sighed loudly, spinning a knife between his fingers.

"it seems she was rather full, stuffed even." the curly brunette commented. "you think it was the gluten? what even is gluten anyway.." he sneered, shrugging.

"farleigh." felix said, giving him a look. it's almost as if they communicated telepathically because farleigh had immediately shut his mouth and continued his breakfast.

"pardon me." you announced, exiting the dining room. you hadn't fully grasped the layout of the house yet so you were kind of aimlessly wandering. you did remember how to get back to your room, and venetia stayed next to you so you started there. you made sure it wasn't farleigh’s room, making a mental note that venetia was to the left of you and the unbearable american was to your right.

"venetia?" you called out, knocking on her door. no answer. you pressed your ear to the door to see if you could hear anyone, but it sounded completely vacant. you sighed, wondering which of the several rooms she could be in. you found yourself once again wandering, admiring and rooms and halls you passed for the next few minutes. as you were walking past an intersection, you were suddenly pulled into one and pushed up against the wall, your lips quickly being met by another pair. you let out a brief yelp into the kiss, instinctively placing your hands on the person's shoulders to push them away before realizing who it was. as much as you wanted to melt into his lips in such a deep kiss, you pushed him off.

"what the hell farleigh! you scared me you prick!" you proclaimed, subtly wiping your mouth with a heavily flushed face.

"theeere's my new nickname. boo, sweetheart." farleigh smiled ear to ear, crossing his arms. you rolled your eyes at the tall man, looking away.

"i’m looking for venetia." you stated, rolling your eyes. at this point you hoped they would roll out of your head.

"ohh the masochist? no idea. don't care enough either." he simply shrugged at you before turning his heel to walk off. you don't know why you told him, mentally slapping yourself.

you began to walk down the opposite hallway of farleigh, sighing in frustration. though farleigh glanced back at you, feeling the slightest ping of guilt before he, too, sighed.

"..venetia is in the library." you immediately turned around to farleigh again, who was still walking away from you. as soon as he turned left to another hallway, you could have sworn to see a smile on his lips. though you couldn't get distracted now. you knew where the library was and immediately made your way there.

as you finally arrived at the library, you saw one of the doors cracked open. you slowly walked up to the before peeking inside only to reveal venetia curled up in a ball in a large cushioned chair, crying. your heart began to feel achy at the site of your friend in such distress.

you slowly stepped in, the unforgiving creak of the door giving you away. venetia popped her head up from her position and immediately looked away, wiping her smeared mascara.

"came looking for you after breakfast. thought you could use a cigarette." you started, holding one out. you thanked god for quick thinking and checked your pockets as you walked in. venetia didn’t move for a few seconds before reaching her hand out, taking a tobacco stick from you. you sat down in the tufted chair next to her, lighting her cig first then yours. you smiled at hearing her mumble a soft 'thanks.'

"so, a penny for your thoughts?" you asked, taking a small puff of your cigarette. venetia sniffled, sighing loudly. she sat up and pulled a knee to her chest, resting her chin on it.

"haven't you heard? i'm a masochist with an eating disorder." she muttered, laughing dryly at her own words.

ah, so that's what farleigh meant..

"no, i haven't heard. but at the end of the day, you are human. and the road to recovery isn't a straight line." you reach out and grab hold of her free hand, squeezing it gently.

"i'm proud of you for both your big and small milestones, venetia." venetia's eyes glazed over again, turning her head to you.

"what big milestones?" she whimpered out. her voice cracking made your eyes water with sympathy. you immediately put out your cigarette in the ashtray sitting on the coffee table before walking up to the blonde. you pulled her up from the chair and stood her up.

"you still being here is a huge milestone venetia," you wiped a runaway tear off her face, smiling tenderly. "i know we may not have seen each other in a while but, regardless, i will always be proud of you." venetia's sad face mixed with a slow happy expression, making her look like a puppy.

"thank you, [y/n]." she whispered before engulfing you into a tight hug. you immediately return the hug, giggling softly before pulling away.

"now, you have to help me find a costume for tonight's party." venetia gasped and quickly wiped her face. she excitedly grabbed your arm to exit the library with an even brighter expression than before.

"i know just the costume. this house contains almost anything you can think of in the walk-in closet." venetia raved. you smiled, happily followed the excited faux blonde.

°°°

you and venetia were in the huge walk-in room closet of the mansion. there were 3 walk-in closets filled with several different dressers, trousers, shirts you could think of. some were bejeweled and some embroidered with intricate stitching. the second one had costume pieces. it stored faux animal heads and masks, and several different types of wings such as angel or insect wings. it also stored decorated shoes with flowers, wings, jewels, or simply glitter. the last closet was full of jewelry itself, some fake or were just minimally valuable. you knew they wouldn't place authentic generational jewelry in a random room. from crowns and necklaces, to bangles and hanging body jewelry. you could name it and it was there.

"venetiaaa! the party started almost an hour ago! im sure i look fine." you groaned dramatically as you sat still, careful not to mess up venetia's hand. she was doing your make up for the party. when the 30 minute mark hit, venetia said that 'being on time is early and being late is on time.'

"i’m almost done!..a little glitter there aaaand...done!" she stepped back, beginning to place her makeup back in the make up box and you immediately got up to look at yourself in the full body mirror. your eyes practically lit up at the sight of yourself. you were dressed as a fairy with butterfly wings. being the bookworm you were, you knew the butterfly wings that dressed your back. they were the wings of the tiger swallowtail, with the upper wings being black and a cream yellow and the hindwings dipped with a cerulean blue lined with black. on the underside of the hindwing had small distinct orange spots.

you wore a silk black dress that stopped at your mid thigh, the hem of the dress and v-cut lining being lace. your shoes were an ombre from black to blue and matched the wings. you didn't choose flashy jewelry, instead dressing your neck with a simple layered, dainty silver necklace. you didn't want bracelets, but a silver arm cuff engraved with flowers caught your eye and you placed it on your bicep. venetia gave you a smokey eye with light yellow eyeshadow complimented with iridescent blue glitter.

alas, venetia got a little glitter happy and used her finger to put some on your cheekbones and temples but it looked amazing nonetheless. you couldn't believe how pretty you looked.

"wow i– .." you murmured, letting the biggest smile appear. venetia stood next to you, grinning. "you look like a family heirloom: priceless." you couldn't help but giggle at venetia's mediocre pick up line, playfully pushing her. venetia countermatched you, being the known monarch butterfly. she found little LED light antennas for her costume.

"now, we are ready. lets go the party is waiting for us!" the two of you giggled as you left the room. you could already hear the music and see disco lights down the hall and down the staircase. you stared in awe at the decoration and the amount of people who were present whilst being dragged along by your friend.

"stop gawking and dance with me [y/n] baby!" venetia yelled over the music. she grabbed your hand and the two of you danced within the crowd, laughing and giggling. elspeth had really outdone herself, but then again parties like these were probably normal for saltburn.

as you and venetia danced your way through the crowd to get drinks, a curly afro caught your eye. you looked to your left and there he was, the boy you despised. maybe even hated. farleigh was dancing with some girl, clearly leaving no room for god himself. you furrowed your brows to see him pour a powdery substance on the back of her hand, licking it slowly while holding the girl's gaze. just as venetia nearly pulled you out of his view, his eyes met yours and the slightest smirk danced on his lips. you felt something. you didn't know what, but you know you didn't like it. you continued to follow venetia into the kitchen where drinks were being made, hoping it would flood the feeling away.

"what are we feeling tonight [y/n]? we have tequila, vodka, wine, bourbon, beer.." you picked up a half empty random bottle and waved it in your hand with a smile.

"i choose this one." you declared, being talking a swig. it burned your throat, the warmth of the alcohol quickly gathering in your chest. venetia laughed and kissed your cheek before also taking a random bottle and taking a drink.

"ooh bottle roulette! i love it!" she announced, getting small cheers from the crowds around.

°°°

it was about an hour into the party and you made sure to pace yourself on the drinking. you hadn't seen farleigh since you walked in and you could say you were slightly paranoid. you didn't know why, but anytime people walked through the kitchen you looked up, thinking it'd be him.

"ohh so close!" venetia cheered as the guy across the counter missed his shot in her last 3 remaining cups in her pyramid of beer pong.

"i got this, i got this." you jousted with a grin. you began to steady your balance and angled your hand before shooting the ball, scoring in the guys last cup. you and venetia immediately cheer together, jumping up and down. claps could be heard but a particular rhythm caught your attention. the slow clapping caused you to turn your head, and there he was.

farleigh.

"rather impressive win, [y/n]." he taunted with the fakest smile. you and venetia mutually waved him off, rolling your eyes. you tried your best to hide your smile, the alcohol quickly making you fail.

"oh? cocky much? let's play then. just you," his finger suddenly landed on you, making your heart jump. "and me."

"ugh farleigh go fuck yoursel—" venetia started.

"no no. it's fine, v. i got this. hold on." you held up a waiting hand and went to a nearby cooler, grabbing a bottle of water. you took a breath before downing half the bottle before setting the rest down on the marble counter. if you were going to play another entire game, you needed to refresh your organs before poisoning yourself again.

"aw now that's no fair [y/n]. where's the fun in sobering up like a little bitch?" farleigh pouted dramatically, crossing his arms like a child.

"bite me, prick." you gave him the finger, setting up your cups. he did the same, an eternal smile never leaving his stupid pretty mouth.

"ladies first." he tossed the ping pong ball and you caught it, shaking out your shoulders before throwing it again, the plastic sphere landing in one of his cups. you cheered briefly with your faux blonde friend, giggling happily at your win.

"lucky shot." the brunette shrugged and kept his cool as he downed his first cup. without warning, he quickly shot his turn, landing it in one of your red solo cups. your mouth hung slightly agape, watching farleigh as he took in the small cheers around him. he pointed to the cup and then angled his finger to you with a smug look.

you waved him off again and downed the drink. over the course of 15 minutes, you and farleigh competitively shot the ping pong ball back and forth, each of you gaining a series of misses and scores. the intense game began with a small crowd surrounding the table.

as the time passed, you began you notice you were getting really drunk. you had a good poker face though. you just had to not look anywhere else besides the table and farleigh or your world would spin. you'd steal stares at farleigh between turns. you were good at holding your liquor, but he was much better at holding his. you didn't know how early he started drinking, but regardless you were wasted. farleigh was beginning to beat you, getting even more cocky by each play. he had 3 cups left and you had 2.

"ooh i see you're slacking there [y/n]. you wanna pull the baby card again and drink some water?" farleigh teased, making a crybaby face towards you. you swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to focus. you casually grabbed the corners of the table to steady yourself, shooting daggers at him.

"go f-ffuck yourself farleigh." you said plainly. you cleared your throat, thanking god no one seemed to notice your slurred stutter. the room itself was full of drunk people, and though he didn't show it, farleigh was watching your every move. he caught your slurred speech. he saw how you ever so slightly stumbled and how you grabbed onto the table, blinking rapidly to focus your eyes. he was mostly impressed at how subtle you held yourself together.

you slowly raised your hand, swaying to the side before trying to slow your movements. you shot the ball, and missed, your groans being joined by others in the crowd. farleigh laughed, before immediately starting his turn and scoring one of your two cups. cheers erupted in the room again, the sound beginning to sound cloudy to you.

fucking hell.

you let out a soft groan, shaking your head to bring yourself back. you quickly downed the burning liquid and irritably threw the cup to the ground.

"hey, you alright?" venetia grabbed your shoulder, steadying your swaying body. you blinked slowly, focusing your eyes on her

"yeas..im...fine. im gonnnna win.." you mumbled, running a hand through your hair.

"hey, drink some water for me alri–" venetia grabbed the half full water bottle from earlier and tried to hand it to you. instead, you slapped it out of her hand, turning back to the game. venetia frowned but stayed quiet, keeping a close eye on you.

"ready to lose, sweetheart?" questioned farleigh, tilting his head to the side with a taunting smile. you ignored him, focusing on the three cups. you exhaled slowly and tossed the ping pong ball, missing again. you groaned and slowly kneeled down against the table, ready for your known fate. the room began to chant farleighs name and the sound began to drown out. you sighed and leaned on your elbow on the table, wasted with your eyelids barely open and full of bad sportsmanship.

"checkmate, baby." was all you heard before hearing a soft splash followed by loud cheers. your blurred vision found your hands around your last red solo cup and you sipped the last bit of alcohol, knocking the cup over on the table.

"fuck you." you mumbled not loud enough for anyone to hear. you didn't even look at the brunette. somehow, you managed to pick yourself up and stumbled away into the crowd. but farleigh was staring right at you as you said it to yourself, reading your lips perfectly. he frowned at your current state. you were wasted and wandering off, away from everyone, away from venetia, away from him. he began to make his way to follow you, moving through the dancing and cheering crowd around him.

as you wandered through the party. the music and lights all began to blur and sound very echo-y. everything felt like slow motion as you stumbled past dancing bodies. you groaned softly, slowly making your way somewhere quiet. you found yourself on the outskirts of the party now. people were making out and borderline fucking in corners of the hallway, but the music began to finally fade causing you to relax a bit more.

"[y/n]."

"[y/n]– wait.."

"hmmm?" you turned around, too fast for your liking and suddenly found yourself falling. everything spun around you.

"[y/n]–...god." you heard the voice again before being abruptly caught. you didn't have the energy to hold your own weight, falling into the pair of arms that caught you.

"you fucking drunk." you heard him say, making you giggle quietly. you were swooped up off your feet, quite literally before opening your blurry eyes to see a faint outline of the prick himself. you reached up, drunkenly playing in his hair.

"mmm..helloooo farleigh.." you smiled, absolutely wasted. you heard a chuckle, causing your warm body to erupt with butterflies. you didn't open your eyes but you could feel farleigh walking, taking a turn before walking through a door. a familiar smell immediately hit your nose; a scent of fresh soft green and musk, making you hum in content.

farleigh gently placed you on a bed before suddenly sitting you up. things began to spin violently again when you forced yourself to open your eyes to look at the boy kneeled down in front of you. he was holding you up, seemingly whispering sweet nothings as he pulled off your pair of faux wings.

"don't worry i got you ..lay back." you heard him say and you plopped back down on the bed, feeling his hands grab hold of your leg. tingles lingered wherever his hands touched. his fingers trailed down your leg and stopped at your calf, using his other hand to pull off your heels and did the same with your other shoe.

"[y/n], hey, for the love of god don’t fucking move from this bed okay? i'm gonna get you some water." all you did was nod with a soft mewl before you grabbed the nearest pillow, laid your head down on it and finally blacked out.

°°°

it was hours after the party and you opened your eyes to a moonlit room. you turned your head to the window where the source of moonlight was coming from. farleigh was sitting on the open window seal with a half smoked cigarette in his hands. when you began to sit up, you could tell you were still intoxicated, but most of the alcohol had run its course through your body. you felt like you were tipsy on an empty stomach now.

"good morning, sleep beauty." you heard the brunnette say. you turned to him, saying nothing. he then pointed something next to you, to a glass of water on the nightstand and you immediately downed it within a series of seconds. you sighed in relief, because that water was like liquid gold to you. you could say it nearly revived you.

"what–..time is it farleigh?" you grumble. you finally built the confidence to stand and walk to his bathroom.

"about 4 in the morning." you gave him a thumbs up and closed the door behind you. after you finished your business you went to wash your hands, noticing two one-use packets of make-up wipes on the counter. you wouldn't help but smile at how thoughtful it was.

after washing your hands and wiping your makeup off your face, you exited the bathroom and joined farleigh on the window seal. just as he was about to take another hit you swiftly grabbed it out his hand, smiling as u took a hit. he playfully glared at you, rolling his eyes with a scoff.

"first you can't hold your liquor, then you want to steal my cig." you shrugged, tauntingly blowing the smoke into his direction. farleigh chuckled and looked away outside, resting his head on the back of the window seal. while you smoked his cigarette, you took the time to admire him. maybe it was the alcohol that still lingered but you couldn't help but stare. the moonlight lit up his features like the last time you two were in his room. only he was wearing a plain white t-shirt with flannel sleeping pants this time.

you could also tell he wasn't fully sober mainly because for the first time since you've been here, he was being nice. or somewhere near it. farleigh began to feel watched and diverted his gaze back to you, who was definitely staring.

"can i help you, sweetheart?" he questioned. you didn't say anything, instead shrugging. he grinned and leaned up, putting his hand out.

"well if i can't help, i'd like my cancer stick back–” farleigh stopped himself short as he noticed you pulled back your hand out of his reach with a cautious brow raise. he raised a brow himself, a playful grin growing. before you could even process, farleigh had swiftly pinned your hand that held his cigarette by your wrist up against the window seal and held down your other arm by your bicep. reflexively, you grabbed onto his forearm with your free hand and stared up at him. farleigh looked down at you with a proud smile.

you felt his fingers slowly unwrap around your wrist and trail up the palm of your hand. just as he made it seem your fingers were going to intertwine, he swiftly grabbed the cigarette and sat back down, instead right in front of you. he sucked in a slow puff before exhaling slowly at you. you looked away while making a face towards the intensity of the smell. but farleigh didn’t allow that, and instead gently turned your head back to him, capturing your lips.

you reciprocated the kiss. it was soft and sweet. when he slowly pulled away, smoke faintly left both of your mouths into the air above. you couldn't help but laugh as his little trick.

"smooth." you admitted, making farleigh flash a smile. he seemed a little more bashful this time around. it looked cute on him to look flustered. you stood up and walked away from the window seal to his wardrobe, opening it.

"oh so you're going to steal my clothes now?" he said with the nearly finished cigarette between his lips. you winked and didn't answer, ruffling through his clothes before finding another white t-shirt. you turned your back to him and slowly slipped off your little black dress. farleigh had a full view of your blue bikini cut underwear. you wore no bra, so you knew his imagination began to run wild.

a smile stayed at your lips as you stepped out of your dress and slipped on his shirt. it stopped just above your knees. when you finally turned back to him, his demeanor darkened. his eyes had a look of hunger in them and he said nothing. you wandered back to his bed and sat on the edge with your legs crossed.

"you have the free will to steal your shirt back. so c'mere and take it, sweetheart." you offered. farleigh didn't move for a few seconds. he was probably still thinking about how you just undressed in front of him. finally, he snapped out of his daze and stood up. he walked slowly until he loomed over you. his eyes wandered and he finished the rest of the cigarette in one breath, setting the bud on his nightstand. he then pulled off his shirt in one swift move and laid you back. he kissed you again, hungrier this time.

the two of you mutually scooted more onto the bed and he slid in between your legs, grabbing both your wrists and placed them above your head. your legs rubbed against his needily, rolling your hips.

"all that arguing just to get under me huh, [y/n]." he mumbled against your lips. you whined in protest from his hand restricting you. his lips trailed down from your lips and jaw to your neck, fully attacking you there. you mewled from the mix of hurt and pleasure as farleigh abused your skin. he made sure to leave bruises and bite marks on your clavicle.

he used his free hand to caress your skin all around your body. he started at your thighs, then your hips, and teasing the sensitive skin of your abdomen. your stomach occasionally sunk inwards from the tickles of the tips of farleighs fingers. you exhaled sharply as you watched his hand snake up further under his shirt on you. he enjoyed watching you gasp and whimper at the lightest of his touches.

"you're so needy [y/n].." he teased audibly, watching intensely as he caressed your right breast, flickering his index finger over your nipple. you whimpered loudly, squirming more.

"fuck– farleiiigh–" he quickly stopped your movements by burying under the shirt, kissing and sucking on your left breast. a breathy moan slipped past your lips, bucking your hips even more against his. he would groan whenever you shifted against him, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. farleigh was done waiting and let your wrists ago. he pulled off his shirt and slipped it onto himself with a cheeky grin.

"successfully re-stolen." he assured. you smiled before pulling him back in for another kiss. farleigh swiftly slid your underwear off and immediately dipped his hand between your thighs. you almost immediately lost all strength as he touched you. his fingers trailed between your second pair of lips. the slick sound from your own body cause you to hide your face in farleighs chest, letting out an even louder moan as he slid in his middle finger slowly.

"shh sh baby... you’re doing so well." he whispered into your ear, keeping a slow and steady pace. you let out soft gasps each time he decided to suddenly go deeper than the last. he added his ring finger, nearly causing you to break out in salacious sounds. you covered your mouth and moaned into your hand as he began to pick up the pace.

"move your hand from your mouth, or i will stop [y/n]." farleigh commanded in a low tone. you did as you were told, gripping onto farleighs shoulders as a substitution. the sounds of your wetness and moans filled his ears. it made him pulsate and you could feel it against your thigh. you couldn't take it anymore.

"f–farleigh–" you stammered. "please just– fucking fuck me already.." the brunette's hand stopped thrusting into you and you finally allowed your body to relax momentarily. he pulled his fingers out of you slowly and made sure to hold eye contact as he licked his digits clean of your juices. he pulled off his pants and boxers, revealing his hard on. you flushed a bright pink at the sight of it, your own walls clenching in response.

"since you asked so nicely." he chuckled. farleigh laid you down and aligned himself with your hips. it seems all his 'cockiness’ dispersed as he rubbed his tip between your soaked folds. his head became cloudy with lust and heat, exhaling as he rubbed over your clit. he closely watched your reactions, loving the way your hips twitched. he made sure to burn this sight of you into the folds of his brain.

"fuck.." he groaned out, finally pushing into you. you threw your head back in pure bliss, whimpering as you were stretched out. farleigh’s large hands held up your hips, beginning at a slow pace once more. farleigh groaned into the air above him and picked up speed.

"o–oh–... fuck–" farleigh shuddered, leaving his mouth agape. you looked up as he fucked you silly. your walls contracted against his girth and your thighs trembled. farleigh leaned down and pressed his body against yours. he began to kiss and mark your chest with more hickeys and bite marks. you wanted to see more though. you wanted to see farleigh groan and moan simply in pure ecstasy.

"farleigh ..wait–” he immediately stopped his movements and looked up at you, panting.

"yeah? am i– am i hurting you?" he questioned, immediately sitting up. you leaned up on your elbows, smiling up at him.

"no. but ..let me pleasure you." you bargained. farleigh swallowed nervously, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. carefully, you flipped yours and his position. you were now sitting on top of his lap, right in front of his aching cock. farleigh sat up against the bed frame, becoming visibly shy. his skin flushed color and you couldn't help but kiss his warm cheeks.

"you're so cute farleigh...mm.” you said against his blushing face. you lifted your hips and grabbed hold of him within your fingers, slowly sitting yourself on his dick, simultaneously watching as his facial expression filled with pleasure.

"ah– [y/n]– ...shit." he stuttered, exhaling sharply. you felt so full, gently touching the core of your abdomen. you could feel him pushed up against your insides, nearly grazing that spot. you grabbed hold of his shoulders, licking your lips as you began to bounce on farleighs cock.

"you're so big farleigh.." you murmured against farleighs lips. he tried to respond, only letting out whimpers and pants. you kept a rough, steady pace to continue to see his reactions. you loved to see his eyes roll back and to watch him struggle to curse and speak, matching his moans. suddenly farleigh grabbed onto your hips, ramming them down onto him with a fully audible moan. the two of you mutually moved your hips, letting your head rest on his shoulder. you listened to his yearning sounds, whimpering yourself as you neared your edge.

"o–oh god [y/n] please–" you cupped his face, maintaining eye contact as you rode him. his beautiful brown doe eyes began to water, whimpers becoming more prominent.

"cum for me farleigh–" you gasped out, reaching your climax. you quivered under his touch, thighs trembling. seconds later he thrusts roughly upwards one last time before releasing inside you. your walls contracted in response to each filling pulsation. your hips bucked slowly riding out your high with soft mewls. abruptly, farleigh let out a higher pitch whimper, grabbing your hips to still your movements.

" ‘m s–sensitive for f–fucks sake.." he breathed out. you raised a brow, bouncing on his dick once out of spite. he yelped from the overstimulation, covering his mouth immediately.

"watch your mouth farleigh. i’m the one on top right now." farleigh didn't argue with you, instead staring up at you with the sweetest puppy dog brown eyes as if he was silently asking for forgiveness. you chuckled and kissed his cheek before moving to his mouth to plant a soft kiss on his lips. you slowly lifted yourself off the poor guy, laying down on your back beside him. you watched as his cum slowly oozed out of you, biting down at your lip. your [e/c] colored eyes met farleighs, who was also looking down at your mess. his dick twitched again at the sight.

"..can we– go again?” he asked, eyes looking back and forth between your entrance and your eyes. with a face like that, you couldn't deny him no way.

"you’re so fucking lucky i’m on birth control, prick. now c'mere."

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