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luvrxbunny · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Prompt: Marking

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, some grinding, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 3.3k

A/N: possibly all over the place and the last one! *relieved(?) sobbing* (not proofread)

It’s the first time in a very long time that Miguel is looking in the mirror and doesn’t like what he sees. It’s not about his body really, more about what you left on him… what’s now fading.

You mark him up to your heart's content every time you’re together since he’s never in anything but his suit, all his parts are covered, including your favorite spot; his neck. He tells you they’re a bit of a nuisance. Sure, he never takes off his suit but now he has to worry about it. He’s said this to you more times than he can count but you never listen, and thank god you don’t because he secretly loves them.

Yet for some reason, you seem to have listened to him the last time he told you. You haven’t marked him up in weeks. All his love bites are now fading and he never realized how empty his skin is. He’s in the bathroom and you’re sitting on the bed, he closed the door to inspect his body, secretly admiring the art you leave on his skin but a frown rose to his face, and has stayed there since he realized that almost all of them were gone. His fingertips run over the faint red splotch on his neck and a shiver runs through him.

He needs more. He needs you to mark him up again. He walks out of the bathroom and just watches you on your phone. You don’t look up at him, “You took a while in there! Is it safe for me to go in?” You laugh at your own joke and finally look up when he doesn’t laugh with you. “Are you okay?” You put your phone down and sit up, giving him your full attention and his heart warms at the action.

He weighs his options for a bit. He could come right out and admit that he was lying all those times he told you not to mark him up, that he doesn’t like it… or he could seduce you into giving him more… He chooses the ladder. He takes a deep breath, letting his chest expand and rolling his shoulders back, something that always gets your heart racing. He cracks his neck and lets his eyes roll back with the action before looking back at you with a smile. “I want you, sweetheart.”

He’s laying it on thick, giving you the best ‘fuck me’ eyes he has, and using one of your favorite nicknames. It’s working. He watches your thighs press together for a moment as a wide smile splits your face. “Yeah?” You ask, already crawling to the edge of the bed, where he stands. You let your legs hang over the edge, beside his as you rest your hands on the band of his sweatpants, still smiling up at him. Just the look in your eyes has him hardening in his sweats. Your eyelids flutter once his bulge starts to push the fabric outward, almost touching your face as it grows.

He’s still just watching you, your eyes are on his, giving him an evil look of promise, that you’re going to completely ruin him. Once he’s fully hard his clothed dick is pressing into your cheek and you have to actively avoid rubbing your face into it. You’re not crazy it’s just- you love it so much. Your head tilts into his crotch subconsciously and he takes a sharp breath, it trembles as he exhales. Your eyes are still on his, growing increasingly hazy and your legs start trying to press into each other. He makes a move.

His hands press onto your shoulders, pushing you onto your back, lying in the middle of the mattress. His hands then cup the back of your thighs, lift your spread legs onto the bed, and push you up to the backboard. You’re clawing at him frantically, panting and trying to pull him up so you can connect your lips with his. You’re whining into his mouth in a way that’d have him thinking you’ve been needing him silently for hours. His hands rest beside your head, cradling it as he shoves his lips against yours, a deep groan building in his chest at how soft your life feels against him. His hips drop to yours, earning a soft moan from both of you when his dick presses into your pussy.

One hand leaves your head to hold your hips in place as he grinds against you, angling his bulge so it’s bumping your clit with every thrust. You have to detach from his lips to let out a gut-wrenching moan that he responds to with a low, breathy whine. “Fuck.” He grits out through his teeth, he needed you more than he realized. His hand comes to your underwear, pulling them down with one hand as you wiggle your hips and pull his sweatpants down, over his ass and he takes them the rest of the way with his hand as you wiggle your panties off your legs.

He’s about to climb back up your body but instead sits back on his legs and yanks his shirt over his head. You’re about to do the same but instead, he just grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, instantly letting go once his lips are on yours again. He pulls away for a moment to breathe and mutters “No time. Need you.” against your lips before diving in again. His need for you has only doubled every minute he’s with you, overtaking all his thoughts aside from getting his dick inside your addictive pussy.

His hand is lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in without a second thought. You gasp painfully at the stretch and your hands dig into his biceps. “Miguel—!” Your words cut off with a shaky moan, half in pleasure and half in pain. He whines and ducks into your neck, “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, amor. I- wasn’t thinking. I’m-” He’s panting shakily into your neck and his muscles are tense, almost shaking in your hands. You’re able to peek at where his face is resting at the base of your neck and you can see his brows pulled as tight as his shut eyes.

You fight the smile that spreads over your face but it breaks through and he can somehow feel it. “Stop laughing at me.” He grunts into your neck and you giggle, hurting the both of you as your pussy squeezes on his cock. It doesn’t burn as much, growing wetter with how Miguel’s trying to hold back his whimpers against your neck. Your hips tilt up to him, sucking in the last bit of his cock and getting a tortured moan from Miguel. “Please don't.” His words are shaky as they fall from his lips.

You smile and a hand comes to the back of his head, he leans into it like a cat. “I’m ready, baby.” You use the most alluring voice you can muster and feel his body twitch over yours before he starts thrusting into you slowly. It’s incredible, his dick stretching you so wide your entire pussy is a livewire, no matter where he’s touching you it sends a shock through your entire body. You feel like you can feel the veins of his cock sliding against your walls as he thrusts into you at a shockingly slow pace. He’s holding back for you, a bit traumatized by hurting you while lost in his desperation.

You’re soaking him, coating him in your slick, and creating a lewd sound when his cock sinks into you. “M-miguel.” Your whine pulls his head out of your neck and his eyes are frantically searching your face, worried that he hurt you again. You give him a soft knowing look before biting your lip shyly. “You can go f-faster.” You pulse around him uncontrollably as you speak, your entire body desperate for him. His hips stutter against you, like his body is jumping at the opportunity but his mind is still unsure. You can see it in his eyes, he gives you a gentle, ‘Are you sure’ kind of questioning look. You kiss his lips so softly he’s not sure if he imagined your lips touching his or not, before nodding at him as you pull away.

He breathes out something like a sigh of relief before plunging into you, thrusting so hard and deep that his hips create a slapping sound against yours and you can feel his cock bump into your cervix. Your legs raise to his hips, wrapping around him to hold him deep in place. You’re letting shocked moans spill from your lips as he begins to fuck into you, short, strong thrusts that force painful whimpers out of your chest.

Your eyes are shut tight, trying to handle the arousal of his pace before exposing yourself to the arousal of seeing the look on his face. You take the best deep breaths you can in your condition and open your eyes only to be met with his adam’s apple. His head is directly above yours but instead of looking at you, he seems to be focused on the bedframe. You assume it’s a stalling or distraction tactic and say nothing. You’re pretty content with the sight; his neck flexing and adam’s apple bobbing as he tries to hold his moans in.

You’re tempted to suck pretty marks into his skin, leaving him red, purple, and sore. You want to see him pull at his collar the next morning because his neck is too sensitive for the fabric rubbing against his skin. You want to make him so sensitive that you can just run your fingers over his neck and he’s fattening inside his pants. You want it so bad… but he doesn’t so you calm yourself. You whimper as you lean up into his neck. He gasps, shocked when your lips press into the hot skin of his neck, and lets out a broken whimper when all you do is press a slow kiss to it. “Can you— please.” You assume he was going to tell you to stop because he thought you were going to suck. So you keep going.

His whimpers grow more frequent and frustrated the longer you press kisses onto his neck until he finally pulls back. He cups your jaw with one hand, pulls you away from his neck, and looks down at you. “Why aren’t you-” His hips grind into you slower than before, relishing the way he feels when he’s deep inside you before pulling back out. “You’re not—?” He breathes out a shaky and frustrated sigh. “You don’t want to?” He sounds pained, and offended now. Your hips stop flexing into his although his hips keep grinding into yours. His eyes are penetrating deep into yours like he’s searching for an answer but you don't even know the question. You rest a hand on his hips, attempting to slow them but he lets out a soft noise of protest instead.

“What is it, Miggy?” His thrusts stutter and he almost collapses on you. “I like it.” His eyes close and his hips slow further, and this slower pace is somehow worse. He’s dragging against your walls, teasing every nerve he touches. “I like this too, baby? Are you okay?” He groans and blankets you in his weight, dropping his body to yours. You can feel his heart racing in his chest, beating hard into his ribcage and his head is buried in your neck, shaking from side to side. “No.” You don’t like his vagueness, it’s worrying. You push at his shoulder gently. “Flip us over, Miguel.”

He does so without question but regrets it once you pull off his cock. He’s gasping and reaching for you the moment he feels the cold air on his dick but you’re already out of reach. “I’m gonna get back on, don’t worry. I want you to sit up for me, sweetheart.” His heart skips a beat from having your favorite nickname directed to him and complies. He sits up, his cock glistening and bobbing between his legs, red, and painfully hard for you.

You climb into his lap and love the way his entire body leans into you for a kiss as you sink onto him. You comb your fingers through his hair, hoping to soothe him as you kiss him slowly. Your current theory is that he’s a bit too worked up, too desperate to voice what he wants properly so you’re trying to fix it. You pull back and smile at his hooded eyes. “Can you talk to me, handsome?” His hips twitch up into you with a gasp at the petname before a low whine of frustration.

It’s his ego that’s getting in the way, that and a bit of embarrassment. He doesn’t want to outright admit that he’s been bluffing about the kisses, that he actually craves them day in and day out. He wants you to catch on but you’re just not. “I want more.” Upon meeting your blank stare Miguel hesitantly tilts his head to the ceiling, baring his neck for you, showing what he wants. “I want you to- They’ve all faded.” His voice breaks down to a whine, cracking on the last word and it’d break your heart if what he’s saying wasn't so erotic.

He knows you finally understand because you gush and twitch around him. He grunts at the added slick and grips your hips again while he grinds up into you. You watch his adam’s apple drop in a sigh of relief as he slides into the depths of you. Your mouth is on him before you can process how badly you want to bite into his skin. He moans and his hand is behind your head in an instant, holding you in place and gripping into your hair. His fingers tighten their hold once your tongue peaks out from your lips and licks over his skin so gently it almost tickles, then you suck, harshly and as hard as you can.

His eyes roll back and pleasure explodes in his stomach, stemming from your lips throughout his entire body. His hand on your hip tightens with the one in your air as he shakily thrusts upward, trying to fuck you while you mark him up, but you pull away. Your eyes are hazy and fixed on his next with shuddering breaths falling from your lips. “Is that okay? Don't- Don’t wanna cover you.” He can tell that's a lie by the way your eyelids and pussy flutter at the thought. He stays silent, waiting for you to look at him, to see how badly he wants this.

Your eyes meet his and you squeeze on his involuntarily, you’ve seen this look once before, in your own eyes when Miguel fucked you in front of a mirror. “You want more?” You ask, low and timid in case you’re misreading his desperation. Your worries are assuaged by the insistent, and guttural moan he lets out while nodding frantically at you. You don’t question him further, you just dive in.

You grip the back of his neck and pull him to you, latching your lips to his pulse point instantly. You let your soft lips part over his skin and suck. You can feel the vibrations under your lips as he moans out praises to you, his hips grinding into you languidly. His dick is currently an afterthought to the way your lips feel on his neck. You release him with a soft pop and kiss over the area a few times before moving to your next target. You’re hitting all his most sensitive spots, you have them memorized, stored in the back of your head for moments like this.

His mouth is open in a perpetual moan, going silent when you suck especially hard on a certain spot. You’re destroying him. He hasn’t realized how sensitive he’d gotten in all your neglect but every kiss feels like a lightning bolt through his soul. You’re affecting him in a way he never knew was possible. You’re like a madwoman on him, moaning and groaning into each lovebite, kissing over some while licking over others. He can feel that distinct pit of pleasure growing in his stomach but he ignores it, anything to keep you on him, kissing and biting him like this.

He thinks he’ll be able to hold on, to keep his orgasm at bay with the stimulation you’re giving him but you can already feel his muscles pulling in, tensing, and jumping as he tries to avoid the action. You lick a stripe up his marked-up neck before pulling away to bounce on him, giving his cock some stimulation for when he cums but he stops you. “You’re- Is that—?” His eyes are hazy and begging. “Can I have more?” You kiss him a bit roughly, biting and licking at his lips like you’re still giving hickeys. It’s making his head spin, he doesn’t know when the dynamic switched like this. Now he’s the one begging you, pleading with you to touch him in the way he likes. You’ve got him under your thumb, you control him and you never even asked for it. He just gave himself to you.

He’s right on the edge now. You’re bouncing in his lap gently, probably subconsciously, chasing your own pleasure with his body. You collapse onto his chest, your face on his collarbones and you bite. Not a hickey or a lovebite. You just straight up bite into him. And it has him cumming in seconds.

His shut tight, his lids pressed painfully shut as his hands press your body into his as best he can. He plants his feet into the mattress and fucks into you at a brutal pace. It’s out of order and shak, his hips stuttering with his orgasms and his entire body folding in with his heavy, impassioned moans. It’s enough to push you over.

You moan raggedly into his chest, hugging your arms around his neck as you whine against his skin. Your hips grind into him on their own accord, only adding more layers to the pleasure that’s surrounding your body. Miguel moans your name at the way you’re choking his cock and enticing his load to drown your pussy. He’s covering your insides with his seed as you lick over his bite, it’s half an apology but more because you know how it’ll affect him. His thighs tense and begin to shake before his legs give out, collapsing back to the bed and forcing him to succumb to your pace, a slow grind as you come down from your high.

He’s panting beneath and with you, trying to catch his breath from the assault of pleasure you just bombed him with. You’re feeling the same way, a bit bad for how his neck looks and you run a fingertip over a trail you left from the base of his throat to his adams apple. He shivers against you and kisses the top of your head before lifting your hips and letting his cock and cum slide out. He watches you drip into the bedsheets, and how you shiver with goosebumps as you leak.

He kisses you again, on the lips, and softly this time before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

He had planned to get a towel for you, to clean you up all nice a sensually but he catches his reflection in the mirror. You’ve wreaked havoc on his neck, he’s covered in so many bruises he almost looks like he’s got a blackout tattoo. It looks like you’ve painted a mural on his neck, just for him. His heart warms further at your bite mark. His favorite thing about it isn’t that it’ll last longer than the lovebites, no. He loves that he can tell it’s your teeth that we’re stuck into him. He loves that he’s been marked by you.

thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed, here's the rest of my Kinktober Works and be sure to check out my Main Masterlist!!

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ronance4everbrainrot · 2 months ago

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Random Descendants Incorrect quotes

(with ships)

Queen of Hearts: Why are you drinking, Red?

Red: I don’t drink anymore, so don’t start with that.

Queen of Heart, holding an empty water bottle: So why was this under your bed?

Red: WE NEED WATER TO LIVE!

Queen of Hearts: NOT IN MY DAMN HOUSE!

(such a great mother)

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Red: If a demon possessed me, I’d just be like, “Okay, take it from here, good luck man.”

(fr)

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Dizzy: Truth or dare?

Chloe: Truth!

Dizzy : Do you-

Red: I dare you to kiss me.

Chloe: *kisses Red*

Dizzy, to Celia: They said “truth”, right?

(pretty sure it was a dare 👀)

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Chloe: So you like cats?

Red: Yeah.

Chloe: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

(Chloe is jealous of Earl getting Red's attention. Context here)

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Celia: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Maddox: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Dizzy: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned.

Chloe: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Chad: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Red: I have emotional scars.

(that's Chad in college)

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Ben: Hey, what have you two been up to?

Carlos: We were helping Evie write their vows, but they kicked us out because Jay was making inappropriate suggestions.

Jay: How is "Mal, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?

(why kick Carlos out tho 😪)

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Uma: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?

Mal: Bees?

Uma: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES!

Mal: Wait-

*Harry approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

(yeah. Ouch)

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Mal, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Jay: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Jay: Here you go.

Mal:

Jay:

Ben: Why am I here?

(damn-)

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Merlin: Fay, you'll be working with Maleficent and Hades.

Fay: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Fay: ...Of people on a team.

(I understand lol)

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Morgie: *Takes a sip of milk and gags*

Morgie: Oh my god, is this expired?

Morgie: *Takes another sip of milk*

(Morgie why are you so relatable)

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Mal: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Ben: That's great, Mal. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

(Canon)

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*Bridget sneezes*

Ella: Bridget, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!

*Charming sneezes*

Ella: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

(Yuh)

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Bridget: I eat cheerios because they’re heart healthy.

Bridget: And my heart has been severely damaged, so Ella, if you’re out there—

(This makes me imagine that Bridget confessed her feelings to Ella at Castlecoming, Ella took it well but doesn't feel the same and also avoids Bridget while at the dance. Bridget was heartbroken but accepted it, then she got turned into a monster. Ella has been avoiding her and didn't go to help. I don't know how feelings work lol. You make it make sense)

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Chloe: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Red: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Chloe: That one. I want that one.

(let's hope the caterpillar wasn't smoking)

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Mal: Do you always have to attack me with your words?

Audrey: Would you prefer me to use a brick?

(oop)

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*The Squad is on the bus, and a child is crying*

Uliana: *rolls eyes to the sky*

Bridget: *makes funny faces to get them to stop*

Hades: *puts their earphones on at 100% volume*

Hook: *doesn't mind, doesn't bother*

Morgie: *is the reason they're crying*

Maleficent: *enjoys in silence*

(Morgie accidentally scared the child)

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*when a child starts crying in public*

Charming: *tries to make the child laugh*

Tiana: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*

Fay: *gives detailed instructions to the parents*

Ella: *ignores the child*

Jaladdin: *is the reason why the child is crying*

(I'm the baby. And that reason is valid)

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Fay, entering Maleficent room: Hades did it again.

Maleficent: Peace disturbance?

Fay: What no-

Maleficent: Arson..?

Fay: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY-

Maleficent: uh....Attempted murder?

Fay: NO, THEY ATE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, BUT WHAT THE FU-

(Yeah they live together. So what?)

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Fay: Can I bother you for a second?

Hades: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

(Yeh. Basically)

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The end of the beginning.

I'm tired so I shall sleep 😪.

I wanted to add more but I shall post it now already.

Ok byeee

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elliesflower · 1 year ago

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loser!!!!!bff!!!!ellie!!!!!!!! hc's

i’m just jumping on the loser!ellie train bc i actually love it and i feel like she’s such a loser despite her commitment issues like…she wants to believe in love so bad, SO BAD that she is actually a hopeless romantic deep down she literally can’t help it but it’s trapped under her awkward funny girl exterior. she's so me fr 😵‍💫

all these are sfw except for a lil sum special for you FREAKS at the end teehee so as with all my content, please 18+ only, mdni!!!

cw; afab!reader, smut (at the end)

♡ all her doodles of cat and dina hello??? she’d have a whole fucking journal dedicated to just drawings of you, every time you hang out she’d be discreetly letting her eyes linger on your face so that she can sketch you out later. and she’d smile while sketching you i know she would, her cheeks would get all red and maybe she’d even giggle she wants you so bad!!!

♡ she’d be on patrol and see a beautiful yellow flower and immediately think of you, she has to pick it for her best friend, she HAS to!! she’d lose her balance on her damn horse trying to protect it from getting damaged while she rode back into town, but it’s worth it to see the smile on your pretty face

♡ i feel like she'd follow you around. in any context. patrol? she's slightly behind your horse to keep an eye on you. walking around jackson? she's literally always right behind your left shoulder, letting you lead the way. party at dina's? she's practically glued to you the whole night, and when the liquor would hit she was a little handsy, pathetically looping a finger through your belt loop as she followed you to the bathroom, moving your hair out of your face when you'd talk to her, etc.. and of course the next day she'd get so sick when she recalled her behavior, feeling shameful and wondering if you were catching on (ofc you were).

♡ and she’d dream about you all the time oh my gosh! esp after hanging out with you all day she wouldn’t be able to get you out of her head when she gets home. maybe she’ll definitely even write your name with a little heart next to it in her journal when she’s recalling the day. her subconscious would manifest the way that you looked trying to play her guitar into her dreams that night

♡ speaking of guitar, she’d 10000% write songs for you. she wouldn’t tell you they’re for you, of course, she’d just play the most beautiful love song you’ve ever heard and play it off like it was nothing. but when she gets home she’d probably cry because she was too scared to make a move on you :(

♡ i also mentioned this in a previous post but this bitch would love frank ocean, so i can see her falling asleep listening to thinkin bout you and crying bout you :( or imagine in a modern world her sketching in her journal while listening to ivy before she starts to cry because she's so frustrated by her own awkwardness, and the fact she can't ever seem to tell you how she feels :((((

♡ if you ever got into another relationship would be beating herself up over it, like why didn't she make a move sooner? and she wouldn't be able to help herself, she'd get extra moody whenever your partner was around, distant and clearly irritated. poor baby is just so bad at expressing her feelings that whenever you'd ask her about it she'd just throw it under the rug and say she's on her period or something

♡ but when you and your partner inevitably broke up, of course she was right there to be your shoulder to cry on. you'd show up at her house sobbing in the middle of the night, and i think it would take her aback, honestly, how she felt her own tears falling as she embraced you on her doorstep. she would be so emotionally connected to you, your tears were hers, and she wanted nothing more than to make you feel better. she'd throw out an empty threat to your ex, and it'd make you smile. she loves to see you smile, gosh she'd do anything to make you happy, she just loves you so much!

♡ she wouldn't. stop. with the fucking. dad jokes. she'd be insatiable, truly, like...you were starting to wonder if she was getting off on telling them to you or something. but really, she just wanted to make you feel better, any little thing she could do to make you laugh would make her feel like she did good enough for the day

♡ and you'd start to see her romantically after a while, how could you not? and why didn't you sooner? she'd be so easily flustered though, every time your hand would linger on her shoulder, or whenever you'd squeeze her even tighter as you watched a horror movie...her heart would start beating all fast and her cheeks would get so rosy. maybe her pussy would even throb when she noticed you bending over extra slowly while getting dressed one day. and of course you were doing it for her

♡ she wouldn't be able to contain herself when you kiss her for the first time. and of course you made the first move, you think a loser like ellie would ever kiss you first? she'd been so desperate for you for so long i really think she might whine into your mouth. she's a whimperer, really, she'd probably gasp when you shove your hand down the front of her pants and get your fingers moving over her clit,

"oh! oh m'god," she'd be pathetic, her jaw clenching as she whined into your shoulder while your fingers slid between her wet folds with ease. she'd cum so fucking fast you'd barely have time to blink, repeating your name over and over like a prayer as she made a mess of your hand. you've never seen her like this, lust clouding her inhibition and making her so desperate it was like she was brainless, grabbing your wrist and bringing your slick-covered fingers to her mouth to suck them clean.

"i gotta taste you," she'd whine, and she'd make sure you were comfortable on the bed before spreading your legs and eating you out like she was a woman possessed, literally drunk on the taste of your pussy.

"taste so fucking good," between kitten licks to your clit, did she even know what she was saying? "i love you, i fucking love you," of course she was confessing her love for you now, when she had her nose buried in your cunt, intoxicated by the sound of your moans and the feeling of your skin being indented by her fingertips.

she may be a loser, but she'd be your loser.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie tlou pt 2

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imaginesig · 4 months ago

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“I had the best day with you today”

Based on: “I was enchanted to meet you”

Kimi Antonelli x Norris!Reader

SMAU

Could be read as a stand alone, very short

After dedicating Enchanted to their relationship, who would’ve thought Kimi and Y/n would get to see it live

yn_norris

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yn_norris: “I cry a lot but I am so productive”

tagged: no one

Kimi.antonelli it’s genuinely concerning watching you stress over bracelets and a bodysuit

oscarpiastri im right there with you mate

Yn_norris eras tour prep is not for the week‼️

lilyzniemer especially when you’re making your own stuff

user1 the nods to Midnights/Vigilante shit 🧐 Ms. Norris I think I know your outfit

Carmenmmundt I’m so excited!!

lilymhe we’re gonna have a blast in T-3 days!!

alexandrasaintmleux were all packed up and ready 🫶🫶

user2 all the wags are gonna show up and slay while the men will prod wear some boring ass clothes

yn_norris you best believe Kimi’s gonna slay, I made him a fit so he can’t embarrass me

user2 lmao Y/n

user3 this is so aesthetic i could cry

Kimi.antonelli posted 2 stories!

Captions: 1) ive been roped into bracelet making 2) did I do good?

Replies:

yn_norris

you did so good

Whoever you trade that to will be so lucky

I need to do more

get to it then

Oscarpiastri

Lily hasn’t gotten to me yet

If she does idk what I’ll even make

Best of luck avoiding it solider

Olliebearman

I wanna join

Don’t worry she’s bringing the materials with us so you can make some at the hotel

yn_norris posted a story!

Caption: I’ve arrived 🫶✨🪩

Kimi.antonelli

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Kimi.antonelli: “I was enchanted to meet you” 💜

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yn_norris I love you 💜🫶

Kimi.antonelli I love you too 💜🫶

user1 THEY WERE AT MY SHOW

user2 ugh i need a concert bf

carlossainz55 @/landonorris after tonight I cannot do the overprotective uncle role anymore, they’re too cute

landonorris MATE WHAT

Kimi.antonelli finally a win

carlossainz55 but hurt her even a little…

Kimi.antonelli I understand

Taylorswift THE Enchanted couple

Kimi.antonelli what a compliment

yn_norris I’ve fallen to the floor and started violently sobbing

Landonorris L

user3 did you trade your bracelet??

user4 the fact that this whole post is centered around Y/n 🥹🥰

user5 drivers (+ their so) really brought the best energy

User6 do you think Travis felt more at ease bc he wasn’t surrounded by other celebrities but rather other male athletes?

user7 I wanna know if him and Logan talked American football

Yn_norris

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Yn_norris: “I had the best day with you today” 💛

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Kimi.antonelli you looked so beautiful in the concert lights 💛

yn_norris ditto 💛

user2 LMAO THEIR OUTFITS

user1 the fact Kimi and Y/n matched the hearts to the lyrics album for both posts makes me sick

lilymhe it was so fun!!

carmenmmdunt gorgeous

lilyzniemer you win best couple costume!!

landonorris after seeing Vigilante Shit I have decided that your outfits are way to inappropriate and therefore I hate them

yn_norris too late 😚

taylorswift best outfits! Best energy! Best fan! Y/n I love you 🫶🪩

yn_norris you’re the best everything!! I love you too 🫶🪩

yn_norris HOLY SHIT SHE FOLLOWED ME AHHHHHHH

user3 she’s just like me fr

ussr4 her bracelet collection 😭😭

user5 people have said she wore them the whole time

Yn_norris well what was I supposed to do? Not show off all of my new besties and their hard work??

#f1 #f1 imagines #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 smau #f2 #formula 2 #formula 2 x reader #formula 2 imagine #kimi antonelli imagine #kimi antonelli x reader #kimi antonelli smau

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p34ce0fm1nd · 9 months ago

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modern cattonquick hcs

- felix is obsessed with the looksmaxing, mogging, and mewing trend.

- felix: *just passed someone* i mogged him

oliver: what?

- oliver is chronically offline yet the stalker friend. trying to find a boy but only have his picture? oliver will find his birth certificate

- felix is on that sigma male trend. he sees tyler durden and patrick batemen and goes “he just like me fr”

- felix loves chief keef. play “love sosa” and that man will lose it

- oliver likes to go wondering in the woods at night. it makes him feel like a little spirit

- felix dedicated “trap queen” by fetty wap to oliver. he plays it every time they’re in the car together

- oliver had a huge creepypasta phase when he was 13-15.

- felix is insta famous and his audience loves oliver. felix would post a photo of them together and all the comments would be “ollie 🫶🏽” “OLIVER!!” “omg oliver ❤️❤️” “babygirl ollie 💞” (felix gets jealous)

- felix makes a post saying oliver is HIS best friend and not theirs (everyone starts jumping him in the comments)

- felix is a nic FIEND. bro will tear up a couch looking for his vape (it was in his pocket the whole time)

- oliver sneaks up on people (not on purpose). he walks without making any sound. he can’t tell you how many times he’s accidentally scared felix while the man was playing video games

- oliver is a horror movie buff. he will make felix sit through every movie he watches

- one time oliver took an edible (from felix) and greened out so bad, felix had to take care of him the rest of the night. oliver was so gone he couldn’t undo his pants himself. at one point felix lost oliver and then found him sobbing in a bush outside

- felix constantly brings up oliver greening out just to embarrass him

- one time felix and oliver showed up high to a lecture, giggling in the back of the class while eating snacks

- felix likes to play slenderman while drunk. bro starts tweaking 2 minutes into the game. oliver constantly goes “that isn’t accurate” while felix is playing

#saltburn #oliver quick #felix catton #cattonquick #felix x oliver #jacob elordi #barry keoghan #felix catton x oliver quick #felix #oliver

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salty-says · 11 months ago

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Zosan HCs

Fluff

- When Sanji is cooking Zoro likes to wrap his arms around Sanji’s waist and rest his head on his shoulder and gently falls asleep. His body moves with Sanji as Sanji makes his way around the galley. “Oi Marimo, you’re dragging me down.” Zoro just mumbles in response and snuggles closer to Sanji’s neck. Sanji then smiles and ruffles his hair.

- Zoro definitely loves Sanji’s slutty little waist (me too fr). Before they started dating Zoro was definitely intrigued by how small Sanji’s waist was. Anytime Zoro got a glimpse of it, his eyes would trail after it. Even during shower time, Zoro’s eyes would linger for a bit too long making Sanji land a kick to his head. When they officially started dating Zoro took every chance he could to wrap his hands around Sanji’s waist. (They fit perfectly around it).

- When they’re sleeping, before Sanji leaves to get breakfast started, Zoro will wake up a bit earlier to gently brush away Sanji’s hair and see both of those swirly eyebrows he loves. He’ll proceed to kiss his forehead and whisper how beautiful he is. Sometimes Sanji will wake up and see Zoro’s loving gaze on his, he’ll get flustered a bit, but Zoro loves it. They’ll share a short kiss and then Sanji is off to make breakfast.

- I love the Sanji has heterochromia headcanon. It holds such a special place in my heart. Zoro loves Sanji’s heterochromia, but Sanji doesn’t understand why. He’s hidden it with his bangs because his brother’s used to target him for his eyes. Zoro heals Sanji’s inner child every time he pulls away Sanji’s bangs and tells him how beautiful his eyes are. “God cook. I wanna cut these stupid bangs of yours so I can see these two pretty eyes of yours.” Sanji melts on the spot.

- Sanji and Zoro still have their silly little duels of course. But Sanji lands his kicks a little softer and Zoro tries extra carefully to not nic Sanji with his swords.

Angsty

- Zoro sometimes likes to show affection to Sanji physically as he likes to be touchy, but only with him. Sanji accepts cuddles, hugs, hand holding, and kissing. But hates being smothered as he feels suffocated. Once they were cuddling in bed and Zoro and him had a playful fight. Zoro tried to get the upper hand by wrapping his arms around Sanji’s head and squeezing. Sanji then starts to panic and fight against Zoro which only encourages Zoro to squeeze harder. Sanji feels like he’s 6 years old again stuck in the cell with that metal helmet on his head. He then will starts to struggle frantically against Zoro and scream a little in protest. Zoro finally understanding releases Sanji and sees tears running down his face. Zoro will then feel immediately bad and try to calm Sanji down apologizing. Sanji begins to sob and turns away from Zoro a little embarrassed. Zoro will then take the rest of the day to make it up to Sanji and Sanji finally tells him about his past and Zoro listens intently. He and Sanji talk it out and set boundaries.

- Zoro sometimes feels like he can’t protect Sanji, that he won’t be good enough for him. When a battle with some pesky pirates renders Sanji injured a little, Zoro completely blames himself and sits by Sanji’s beside immensely apologizing but Sanji tells him that it’s okay and it’s only a minor sprain. “Stupid cook making me worry. Gosh why do you gotta scare me like that.”

#zosan #one piece #one piece zosan #sanji x zoro #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #zosan hcs #zosan headcanons

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untoldstar · 24 days ago

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Your writing is addictiveeeee. Can u do ur ocs reaction to being cheated on by reader? Im so down bad for jesse 😫 hes just a lil guy who wants to be loved! Sue me!

The yanderes reaction to you cheating on them

Thank you smmm🫶 but fr I’m down bad for Jesse as well even tho he’s a lil psycho🫠

I can make a part two for the rest of the oc’s if anyone’s interested I just usually go for these oc’s because they’re the most popular and seem like a common favorite.

warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, yandere themes, murder, stealing appearance and changing appearance (not reader), nsfw content, imprisonment, keeping reader locked up.

find out more about these characters here.

Ava (yandere best friend)

She’d go off the rails. She’ll cry and sob her heart out. she won’t talk to anyone except for you. Her phone is filled with missed calls and worried messages from her family and friends. Everyone gets so worried they start showing up at her apartment door but she’s too busy crying into her pillow waiting for your call or to hear your sweet voice outside her door.

She’d take you back in a heartbeat. Just please please don’t leave her.

Even if you already moved on and decided to be with your partner she’s still stuck on you and obsessing over how to get you back.

She’d go over every detail of the physical traits of the bitch you cheated on her with and tries to match it. What did you even see in them? they’re nothing compared to her!

Doesn’t matter. She’ll do whatever it takes. She’ll go as far as dying her hair, getting new piercings if they had any, changing her makeup, changing her entire wardrobe.

You’re absolutely mortified when she shows up at your doorstep looking like your partners lost twin.

Theo (yandere boss)

All his past paranoia will come right up to the surface. He’s always wanted to lock you up so no one would look at you so. No one would breathe your air. He didn’t want anyone to have the pleasure of even looking at you.

And you’ve finally given him a reason.

He has you cooped up in his mansion with no way of getting out. You’re always watched and monitored. Most of the week he’s working from home to be around you. Clothing you, feeding you, bathing you. He won’t let you out of your sight for a single second.

And every time you ask about your partner he’d smile softly and tell you to not worry about them. They don’t mean anything to you anymore.

Because they’re not here anymore.

Warner (rich yandere)

He can never be angry with you. No never~

But he will give you the punishment you deserve.

And he has certain methods for punishment like having you tied up to his bed and leaving you all alone in a dark lonely room with a vibrator strapped to your cunt.

You’re not truly alone of course, he’s always watching you with the cameras he set up.

Howw else is he supposed to stop the vibrator right when you’re about to cum?

Other than making you struggle for his forgiveness he also has to keep you busy while he gets rid of your little problem. He’s hurt people for you before and certainly has killed them but he’s never gotten to this level of cold blooded torture.

He spills their blood while in a trance like state, he’s absolutely drenched in their blood and the scene is gruesome enough to have his body guards who have seen many similar things while working with him not withstand this particular scene.

But you won’t know any of it, you don’t have to. They’re a distant memory by the time he’s back home in brand new clothes and looking as sharp as ever. Some of that rage is still simmering under that cool exterior though so he’s not quite finished with you yet.

Yandere bully

You’re not even in a relationship the guy tortures you on a daily basis! but he saw you get all blushy and smiling while another guy was teasing you in the hallway.

You never blush when he messes you what the fuck is that about?

That’s as good as cheating in his delusional mind.

He starts clinging to you everyday even more than before. Scowling and glaring at any guy who passes you by like a guard dog. You’re too focused on his asshole behavior to notice that you haven’t even seen the guy since.

You’ve heard students around you murmuring about a student who’s been in such a bad accident that he can’t even walk anymore. So many broken bones, swollen flesh, he might have even gotten a brain injury. Poor thing can’t even come to school anymore.

You never made the dots…

bonus! Yandere tentacle monster

Nom.

Let’s not forget this guy is an actual monster the second that guy gets on top of you on the bed he has already devoured him.

He walks toward you with an icy expression while wiping the blood off his mouth not paying any mind to your mortified expressions.

“You could’ve of at least brought a proper meal pet. That tasted absolutely terrible. I’d much rather eat you instead~”

the person reader cheated with knowing they’re absolutely fucked no matter who the oc is:

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anemonelovesfiction · 1 year ago

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Not A Prank

Lo’ak x Y/n x Tsireya

Obviously its smut. Obviously everyone is of age for these activities, no underage bull crap going on here. Y/n liked the two of them but knows they’re to be mated together and she doesn’t wanna ruin it

Reader is insecure, low self esteem (but mildly placed in there)

Use of Mommy/Daddy Kink

The Gif is what I imagined Lo’ak and Tsireya being like when he asks her where Y/n went.

Reader is AFAB

HUMAN! Y/n

Next>>

She was the sweetest girl I’d ever met and the most beautiful. I could feel my heart race whenever she was near me or whenever she would place her hand on mine to help me breathe the way her people do. Even as a human I’d surprised myself for falling for her and her kindness. I knew I had no chance with someone being courted by Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was also fantastic. He was attentive, caring, sweet, he was so cute and hot at the same time. Whenever the anger radiated off of his body causing him to be demanding had me pressing my thighs together all the time.

But with her standing before me telling me what she had just told me I felt like I was slapped in the face by her words. The only people to know how I felt- because I trusted in telling them- were Neteyam and Rotxo, and unfortunately one of them were dead. So it was easy to pinpoint who’d told her how I felt about them.

“Th-that’s,” I stop myself as my shaky voice is making it hard to speak. I could feel the tears prickling my eyes and of course she’d choose now to pull a prank on me. I thought she was better than that.

Tonight was a big party- for what, I’m assuming it had to do with Lo’ak and Tsireya choosing to be mates. I couldn’t be too sure but was told by Ao’nung and Rotxo that Jake and Tonowari had spoken and everyone had gotten excited. But the moment I go with the Sully’s to their marui, silently cry myself to sleep, I’d have to wake up and face them both the next day again.

“That was a mean prank.” I state as my bottom lip trembles and her face falls. She knits the skin of her brows together and if I could give her an award for acting confused, I would, she played the part very well. I left before she could say anything and disappeared between the miniforest as I often call it.

I could feel my feet tingling from the length I’d ran and my lungs burning, refraining to let my sobs out, and from breathing heavily as I started running once I was out of sight. I let my sobs shake my body once I knew I was alone and allowed myself to fall to my knee’s. I had nobody but myself to blame, I shouldn’t have trusted Rotxo when I knew Ao’nung would manage to get the secret out of him.

I’d rather not stay out here and find somewhere to take my mind off of things and saw a huge cave opening with the faintest glowing light up ahead. Something in my mind told me to follow the light and it felt as if the slight breeze had been trying to guide me forward.

_________

“Do you think it was wise of us to make Y/n late for the party?” Ao’nung asks after having seen the human girl running. He was unsure if he had seen tears in her eyes or not but turns to Rotxo with a worried expression.

He wasn’t the type to instantly be okay with humans, hell, it took him quite the while to be okay with the new humans but they proved themselves useful to the clan. They learned as the Sully’s did and for that they had his respect.

“I think Lo’ak and Tsireya should tell her how they feel instead of her hearing it from their fathers.” Rotxo says with a smile.

“Hmm.” Ao’nung answers just as Lo’ak passes between them with a nod. A slight wind picking up as he does so.

The Omaticaya boy walks over toward the Teal girl who had her own fingers interlaced and was beginning to rock them from side to side, bending at the wrists, a nervous habit she’d picked up from the humans.

“Whats got you nervous now?” Lo’ak asks as he settles his hands on Tsireya’s shoulders and the girls sad expression stares back at him. His own smile disappears as he studies the beauty in front of him.

“What is wrong?” He asks gently.

“Y/n-“ Tsireya speaks as her eyes start to water and she focuses more on making sure the tears don’t fall. She is a sensitive woman but she knew she could not make this about her.

“Does she not share our feelings?” Lo’ak asks her in an attempt to get straight to the answer. If this was the answer he would comfort Tsireya and worry about this problem tomorrow.

“I told her how we felt and she looked so hurt, she thought I was joke-lying.” She states and fights the tears from falling but one escapes as it cascades down her cheek. She looks down in disappointment on herself for not stating it nicer.

“She thought you were pranking her?” Lo’ak asks as the english word slips past his tongue effortlessly and the teal girl nods. He licks his lips to try to think of a way to fix their problem and wipes his girlfriends (soon-to-be’s-wife) tear from her cheek, then takes his index finger to spoon her chin, he slowly lifts it up and she is looking at him through her lashes, fighting her own feelings.

“We should tell her it was not a prank, tell me now, where did she go?” He asks her softly while giving her the kindest small smile.

“Through the tree’s.” She answers and he caresses her cheek.

“Lets go find our Lor.” Lo’ak speaks and takes Tsireya’s hand as he too walks toward the mini forest- as he remembered you often called it. Unbeknownst to the human girl, thats where one of the caves leads to their sport tree.

__________

I prayed to Eywa upon seeing the spirit tree shining brightly in the night sky. The glowing fish surrounding the tree were dancing beautifully in the water and it was a sight I’d never quite be used to. I felt a sense of calmness wash over me after I finished asking the all mother to help guide me from here. I knew I’d need an immeasurable amount of strength to face Tsireya after what she’d just told me.

I sat on one of the make-shift bridges made with some of the magnetic rock. It floated like a walkway and ended about three feet away from me where a big petal of the spirit tree is illuminating the area I was in. I dip my feet into the water and sigh leaning my body back to see the multitude of stars shining along the night sky. I smile at the sight and decide to lay back down, placing my hands on my stomach and relax while gazing at them. They shined so beautifully it made me wish I was one of them instead.

It wasn’t too long before I was closing my eyes to the sound of the waves carefully crashing. There seemed to only be peace here and I smiled at the sound. I opened my eyes again and screamed at the face I was least expecting to see staring back at me. I almost felt bad that my natural reaction was to slap his face away from mine so I could plan an escape, almost didn’t stop my hand from hitting his face, and although he yelped and pulled away I know it didn’t hurt him.

“I don’t want to talk right now.” I instantly frown and pull my legs out of the water. I knew if I tried walking away now my feet would slip or he’d stop me either way so I stated how I felt instead.

“Why’s that?” He asks and I glance at him carefully. I’m unsure of what he knows but he wasn’t showing any signs of knowing of what had previously transpired and it makes my heart hurt because it must have been a prank and all I want to do is go to the Marui, lay on my mat, and cry.

“I don’t want to talk about the reason either.” I huffed and moved to get up.

“Woah, wait a second.” He places his warm hand on my arm and his one touch stops my movements completely. I move my arm from under his and he holds his hands up in defense.

“Woah, I didn’t know you had Lo’ak cooties.” He jokes and lowers his hands as he brings his knee’s toward his chest, resting his arms on them.

“Thats not funny.” I roll my eyes.

“You used to laugh at that.”

“Once. I laughed once,” I can feel the corners of my mouth turning up as I remember when he asked if thats why I wouldn’t hug him, he had the kids of the village yelling that whenever he got near.

“Theres that smile,” He pokes my cheek lightly and ends up sliding his pointer finger under my jaw and his thumb placed on my cheek.

I admit I had started smiling at the gesture but abruptly moved my face off of his hand and stood up. All trace of my smile being gone. He was doing that out of kindness for a friend not out of love for a mate.

“I’m tired.” I stated and headed toward the cave opening but felt my bicep being grabbed. My stupid flabby bicep with almost no muscle, I was almost home free.

“Reya didn’t mean to upset you.”

And there it goes. He knew the entire time and sat there pretending to be my friend, knowing the words she probably said, knowing the reason I came out here was to hide from them, and this felt like the biggest betrayal, I thought Tsireya was mean but Lo’ak was ruthless. But I should have expected him to stand beside his girlfriend, after all, they’re probably going to complete their union once I left.

“Let go.” I stated and felt proud for my voice not wavering.

“Y/n-“

“No!” I yank my arm away from his and it hurt, he was firmly holding onto me. “You knew and you sat there pretending that everything was fine.”

“Thats not why-“

“I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you wanted me to say?” I asked him even though I was the one who deserved an apology. He shakes his head but I speak before he has the chance to.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t just love you as a brother or Tsireya as a friend. I’m sorry I managed to ruin your marriage party tonight but I swear I wasn’t trying to make this about me. I already know nobody likes me or wants a future with me here. I’m tawtute. I’m disgusting, I’m ugly, I’m pathetic, I know. I hear them every day.” I clenched my fists to stop my hands from shaking. My nails were digging in my palms to stop myself from crying but I knew the tears were falling any time soon, my vision was too blurry for them to not fall now.

“Who told you those words.”

I shouldn’t be surprised that Lo’ak wasn’t by himself. It’s the icing in this piece-of-shit-day-cake. But I was hoping I was wrong for once and he came to talk to me on his own. My mistake.

“I’m going home-“ I turn around and almost bump into Tsireya I blink to try to clear my vision and the tears fall immediately, fresh ones coming to replace the ones that fell.

“Who.”

“Doesn’t matter.” I try to move around her but she intentionally moves to block my way. I look up at her and try to muster all of the anger and hatred I can but she’s crossed her arms and is looking down on me and it makes me want to cry harder.

“Why would you believe them?” Lo’ak’s voice comes from behind me and I’m starting to get agitated.

“Have you seen me?” I chuckle darkly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Have you seen you?” He asks in an angry tone.

“I just want to go home.” I sigh, I’m tired and I don’t have the energy to be angry anymore, I just want to be sad, and they wouldn’t be there.

“I asked you a question.” Lo’ak stated so cooly, he sounded stern, like when Jake was mad- he sounded like his father- he had the same accent but it was his voice.

“What does that even mean?” I asked while placing my palm on my forehead, then turning my head to look at him.

“Have you seen yourself?” Tsireya is the one asking this time and I’ve just about had it with their riddles.

“Yes, I’m fat, unlikable-“

“No, you are repeating words.” Tsireya stops me and bends down slightly to come face to face with me.

“We don’t see you like that, Y/n.” Lo’ak states and I can hear him step closer, his hand resting on my shoulder and I want to shake it off and run. I know how you see me I wanted to tell them but I stayed quiet.

“Oel Ngati Kameie,” Tsireya says as she places her hand on my empty shoulder. I could feel Lo’ak squeeze the other as he repeated those words.

“Oel ngati kameie,Y/n.”

“…” I freeze at their words and am only facing Tsireya with wide eyes.

“You are a strong tawtute. You came to our clan knowing nothing of the way we live and have proven yourself over and over by completing the tasks we do. You’re helpful and you are kind. I like seeing the way you handle the children very well and it makes my chest feel like its burning to see you with our children.” Tsireya speaks while looking into my eyes the entire time and I’m shocked when she leans in and kisses me, but I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. My eyes flutter open moments after she pulls away and she’s smiling, her eyes are full of life.

“You’re intelligent and creative, I’ve heard Ronal become impressed with your knowledge and she wishes she could remember things the way you do. And trust me it is very hard to please that woman-“

Tsireya knocks Lo’aks head from the side and she makes a face at him and I let out a small laugh. I turn to look at him as he continues while slightly rubbing his head.

“-you picked up sign language in a month, I still fumble with it. You’re ambitious and always want to find the answers to the problems when everyone else has given up. You’re so sweet to anyone you meet. You’re gorgeous, fuck, especially when you look at me like that.”

I knit my eyebrows together because I had no idea what he was talking about but he leans down to kiss my lips, his hand coming to caress my cheek, he teases by running his tongue on my bottom lip and I whine before he pulls away. I keep my eyes closed and I’m sure the disappointment is evident on my face.

“But I can’t be with you.”

“Why not?” Tsireya asks.

“You belong to each other, I can’t ruin what you have-“ I stop myself when I see Lo’ak smirking, his eyes shift to Tsireya’s then back at me as if he was talking to her with his eyes.

“What?” I ask as I turn to see Tsireya sharing a smile with Lo’ak.

“We were both having feelings for you but didn’t want to leave each other. It took us a while to talk to each other as we didn’t want to disappoint the other. Then we talked to both of our parents who talked to Eywa.” Tsireya explains and she seems giddy.

“And-“ Lo’ak takes my focus with him as he continues. “- both parents said Eywa has paired the three of our souls together.” Lo’ak stated.

“I thought Eywa only mated two people together?” I asked in confusion.

“Unless theres a match so perfect that there are three- sometimes more- destined to be together.” Tsireya smiles sweetly.

“But I can’t mate with you.”

“Why not?” Lo’ak asks and my eyebrows knit together as I stare down to the floor. I just came to the deep realization that I had been kissed by them moments prior, by both of them, my cheeks were heating up.

“I don’t have a kuru.”

“You don’t need one Yawne, you are enough for us just the way you are.” Tsireya reassures me and I sigh. It feels like they aren’t thinking about this the way I am.

“I can’t give you children, I can’t tsaheylu with you, I can’t hold a bow and arrow or become taronyu-“ I looked at Lo’ak “- or hold my breath long enough to be a diver,” I looked at Tsireya.

“I just can’t-“ I stop myself from continuing the sentence and look up at them, nervously teetering my interlocked hands from side to side. “Trust me when I say I’ve wanted this for so long, but I fall too short to be your mate,” I stated firmly.

“Let us show you how you don’t.” Tsireya circles around to stand next to Lo’ak as they share a look and Lo’ak gives a nod. Tsireya smiles and holds her hand out. I knit my brows as I look at her outstretched three-fingered hand, look up to her face and exhaled quick upon seeing her half lidded eyes, then I look toward her hand again to contain my blush.

Fuck it, right? I take her hand and she gently pulls toward her body. I look back up at her and can feel my feet inching toward her as she takes her other hand to caress my cheek, I flinch at the contact and I could feel my shoulders tense up. She leans down carefully and stops close to my mouth, her eyes looking back up at mine and my breath hitches, the smallest flicks of her ear picking up my gasp. She closes the gap again and lets go of my hand, placing her hand on the small of my back, pulling me in toward her body- still caressing my cheek with her other hand.

She moves her head slightly off to the side and the hand caressing my cheek moves to support my neck, she takes the hand from the small of my back and gropes my ass, and she takes advantage of my gasp and fits her tongue inside my mouth, massaging mine. I can’t help but moan into the kiss at how hot and heavy it was getting, I could feel a heat starting in my lower belly.

“Don’t hog her to yourself, Reya,” Lo’ak whines and the teal girl chooses to disconnect our mouths. I’m breathing heavily having forgotten that I wasn’t breathing since her face got close to mine, I’m sure my pupils were dilated I could see the light from the tree shining on Lo’ak’s face and his were definitely dilated.

He leans in and kisses me and it feels rougher, his lips move smoothly across my own and I could tell I would be addicted between the two. He grabs the back’s of my knee’s as he lifts me up and I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist from where I was being held, Lo’ak moves his rough lips over my jaw line, and I whine feeling Tsireya’s hands gently rubbing my waist and kissing my back. My breath is coming out labored as I feel their hands and mouths on my body, the heat from my belly had grown and I felt like I couldn’t take it much longer.

“Please,” I beg, not sure to whom, but hoping they don’t stop. Lo’ak is nibbling on the right side of my neck and I could feel the goosebumps rise, and the wetness begin. Tsireya does the same on the left side and I bite my lip to stop myself from making any embarrassing sounds making sure to tightly close my eyes, my toes curl as well and I fight the urge to move my hips in Lo’ak’s abs.

“Don’t be shy, sweet girl.” Tsireya nuzzles her nose in my cheek as she speaks in my ears and I whine. Lo’ak hums in agreement and moves his face away from mine, my breaths coming out in short huffs, I’m sure I looked as pathetic as I felt.

“Let us know how we making you feel, princess.” Lo’ak pecks my lips again and sits me downward gently lays me against Tsireya.

“Tonight is about your pleasure more than ours.” Tsireya reassures me as she places her arms under my armpits to fully grasp any part of my body. I nod in understanding but felt shy all over again. I hated sitting down when my tummy was visible and this position does not flatter me at all.

“Don’t be shy,” Tsireya repeats in my ears while Lo’ak sits back to watch, a slight smirk playing on his lips. She ran her teal hands along the lengths of my body and I started feeling self conscious.

“You’re so soft,” She comments and manages to keep one hand on my waist, the other traveling up my side, skipping my breasts- to which I slightly sigh in relief, and she just places her hand under my chin and turns my head toward hers as she captures my lips to her own. Her hand travels toward my top, never untying it, but placing her hands to carry my boobs and I gasp as her thumb caresses my nipples through the shirt. She gently massages them in her hands, careful to tease my nipples, and stick her tongue in my mouth to claim it. I can feel the fire in my belly intensify, I could feel the damp spot in my loincloth.

“Reya,” I whine and she smiles joyfully.

“Yes my love?”

“Please.” I whine again.

“You have to tell her what you want, baby girl. Tell mommy what you want.” Lo’ak licks his lips as he observes the scenario unfolding.

“Mo-mmy?” I ask in confusion and Tsireya kisses down my neck, it felt so different. I could tell she enjoyed it.

“Yes baby girl?” She coo’s in my ear without going further, one hand has dipped under my shirt as she plays with my nipple as the other trails over my belly and stops at the waistband.

“Tell mommy what you want and I’ll give it to you.” She licks the shell of my ear and I moan.

“Please use, use your f-fingers,”

“But I am using them, my love.”

“On my pussy,” I whine. Tsireya makes a sound of approval and dips her hand under my loincloth.

“She’s so wet Lo’ak-“ She gasps and lets the moisture collect on her finger tip before finding my clit and placing the slightest bit of pressure and rubbing circles. My eyes close and I suck in a small breath as I could feel the heat radiating from my stomach down to my pussy. I wanted to cum on her fingers.

“Why don’t you rub faster, my love.” Lo’ak’s voice sounded deeper but I was too focused on Tsireya’s fingers to bother opening my eyes, secretly agreeing with Lo’ak.

“I think we need your help,” The teal girl moans as she speaks but I know she wasn’t talking to me.

“Mommy please go faster,” I moan and her fingers pick up on speed. I’m panting and can feel myself shamefully reaching my own orgasm but something was missing.

“Take her loincloth off!” Tsireya instructs and Lo’ak does so. She’d long abandoned my nipple and was using her left hand to hike my left thigh up, stopping me from closing my legs at all.

“Fuck look at that pretty pussy.” Lo’ak moans himself and palms his cock through his loin cloth. “So wet from mommy doing a good job,” I could feel Tsireya shiver underneath me but her fingers never faltered.

“Don’t you think so, Princess?” He asks me and I nod my head knowing I’d just moan louder if I talked.

“Finger fuck her, Lo, make her cum with our fingers.” Tsireya whispers something quick in my ear and it takes me a bit to process what she said but now I knew what Lo’ak liked to be called.

“Alright baby, I’m going to use my fingers, let me know if it hurts and we can stop, okay?” He asks and I nod.

“Y-yes daddy, I w-will.”

“Fuck you’ll be the death of me.” He groans and comes face to face with my pussy. I could feel his hot breath with every exhale making my slick more evident. He carefully prods at the opening and ever so slowly slides his pointer finger in.

“So bi-ig,” I grind down- as best I could with Tsireya still holding my thigh up, other hand circling my sopping wet clit. I could take a second finger but if I’m being honest, his one finger was like being fucked by a dick, I couldn’t fathom fitting his in me.

“You’re so naughty~” Lo’ak coo’s. “Whose pussy does this belong to?” He asks while kissing my left thigh and I whine.

“Is it mommy’s or daddy’s pussy my love?” Tsireya asks from above me and I whine.

“Ca-can’t choose. Both,” I groan once Lo’ak inserts a second finger and I feel unbelievably full-

“Fuck baby, the tips of my fingers are kissing her cervix,”

“Daddy, fuck!” I yell and feel the coil in my belly start to tighten. He curls his fingers upward once and I moan, opening my legs up more if possible.

“Yeah baby girl?” He asks while curling them again, making sure to drag his fingers over a very special and sensitive spot inside me.

“Mommy, Daddy, I’m gonna-“ I grunt and thrust my hip upwards as Lo’ak hits that spot harder.

“Come for us baby, be a good girl and come for momma and daddy.” Tsireya coo’s stopping her rubs on my clit, before I could whine our of protest she pushes the bottom of my tummy down as Lo’ak grinds his fingers upward and I see stars. My vision goes white and I’m sure I was screaming, the feeling of pure pleasure is rippling through me and I can tell I’m grinding back on his finger, I open my eyes lazily to see Lo’ak licking his fingers clean.

“You taste divine, baby girl.”

“No fair, I want to taste-“ Lo’ak dips his fingers back down into my cunt and sits up on his knees, grabbing Tsireya’s cheeks harshly and placing his fingers in her mouth and she closes her eyes, letting out a seductive sound as she licked his fingers clean.

“Fuck.” I whisper to myself while seeing this play out before me. He leans in and starts making out with Tsireya and the gloss on his lips from my own cunt is turning me on, they were getting horny over my taste.

“We have someone to finish off, Rey,” Lo’ak affectionately rubs the teal girls cheek, kissing her forehead.

“But I already came-“ I mention in confusion.

“And now we fuck, baby girl.” He states as if it were obvious and I moan at the thought alone.

“How can I take that sweet pussy of yours?” He asks and I moan again.

“Doggy.”

“Get in position then.”

“Wait-“ I stop him as he reaches for his loincloth and he stops.

“I want Mommy in front if me so I can eat her out.” I stated while looking at Tsireya.

“But tonight is for you, my love-“ She starts and I cut her off.

“And I want to eat you out, please.”

She undoes her loincloth with a flick of her hand over the bow keeping it together and sits on the floor in front of me, her legs slowly spread and I see and smell her slick. I didn’t think I’d be able to smell it but-

“You smell so good-“ I groan and felt myself become aroused at the smell and sight alone.

“Feel her, baby girl.” Lo’ak says beside me and I shiver at his proximity.

My mouth salivates at the thought of doing that but my body was acting on its own as my knees came into contact with the ground below. I knelt down and inspected her pussy and was surprised to see how similar our anatomy was. I instinctively place my four fingers on her mound as my thumb slides over where I believe her clit is and she sucks in a breath. I bite my lip and feel Lo’ak lifting my hips to get me in position and I go all in with my thumb, not necessarily taking it slow but not too fast to hurt her.

“Please don’t stop.” Tsireya exhales heavily.

“I don’t plan on it-“ My own breath hitches as Lo’ak places the head of his cock on my entrance, gently pushing the slightest bit.

“Keep playing with Mommy, baby, Daddy’s going slow.” He reassures me while continuing to slide in at the slowest pace possible and my heart swells at how sweet he’s being to me.

“Use your fingers baby.” Tsireya demands and I use my own hand sticking one finger in her. “You can use more than one my love,” She coaxes and I use three, she throws her head back and I can feel her squeeze my fingers. I continue to slowly thrust in her while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

Just then I could feel Lo’ak’s head entering and the unbelievable stretch I found was enough to stop me from taking care of Tsireya and groaning in pain.

“Hold on princess.” Lo’ak states while using his body to hover over mine as he sucks on my neck, gently taking one hand off my hip to trail down to rub my clit.

“Eywa you’re so tight and so wet.” He groans in my ear, his finger rubbing my clit faster.

“Don’t forget mommy, Tiyan,” He kisses my ear and I whine, feeling bad for forgetting about ‘Reya, I move my fingers deeper and feel her clench harder around my hands as she moans louder, I can see her toes curling as I run my fingers back out and I feel like the cockiest person alive right now.

“How does that ma-ke you f-f-eel, mom-my?” I planned that to go smoother in my mind but Lo’ak’s attentiveness to my body was showing. I thrusted my fingers back in her and circled her clit twice.

“Wonderful, Tiyan,” She moans and meets my fingers with a small thrust of her own. “Don’t stop,”

“I wanna taste-“ I lazily stated as Lo’ak thrusts his hips further, finally meeting my hips, the tip of his cock kissing my cervix.

“Yes,” Lo’ak moans and goes back to gripping my hips again, I can feel his balls ghosting over my clit. I bend my face down and take Tsireya’s clit in my mouth suckling it and swirling my tongue when I took a breath in.

“I’m going to move, baby girl,” Lo’ak warns before moving his hips back, taking his cock with him, and I can feel the stretch again. I shut my eyes to help focus on Tsireya but the pain was harsh.

“Fuckin’ love this pussy-“ Lo’ak grits while coming back in and slapping my ass at the same time. The sting from the impact of both movements caught me by surprise and I could feel myself contract around him.

“I’m close-“ Tsireya moans, her eyes closed and her mouth letting out pants as she ever so softly grinds her hips closer to my face.

“Yeah, my naughty girls.” I feel another slap on my ass as he slides out and picks up the pace. “Should I let mommy cum?” Lo’ak asks me and slides back in.

“Fuck- I- I don’t know,” I try to breathe but place my mouth back on her, moving my fingers non stop.

“Mmm-“ He hums.

“Baby girl doesn’t think you deserve to come, mommy.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” Tsireya stops moving her hips against my mouth and I’m saddened.

“Fuck, I’m close too.” Lo’ak pants above me and I can feel my pussy massaging his cock, the primal urge to shove myself back on his cock to coax his come was driving me insane. I look up and see Tsireya biting her lip and looking at me.

“D’you think she should come now baby?” He pistons his hips inside and I’m melting. I detach from Tsireya’s swollen clit and answer.

“Yes mom-my, c-co-me,” I whine and feel another sting on my behind. The moment Tsireya whines and sucks in a deep breathe is the moment Lo’ak goes faster, if at all possible, and ruts his hips in. I can feel Tsireya’s walls clench on my fingers as I’m making the come here motion over her G spot.

“Daddy!” I whine.

“Fuckin’ come princess.”

And as soon as I do, I feel warm, safe, and loved.

_________

Lo’ak had pulled out, laying me between Tsireya and himself as they praised me for a job well done and took turns caressing my back. They gently lead me into the water and cleaned me off, being careful and attentive to my body language. Floating in the cool water helped me feel comfortable again and I sighed in contentment.

After they dressed me, Lo’ak carried me on the way to our shared Marui in which I was mostly already sleeping in his arm.

“Are humans always this sleepy?” Tsireya’s voice is all I hear, but I feel calm.

“After giving them the fuck of a life-time they are.” Lo’ak responds softly, theres a distinct sound that makes me think they kissed.

“I am happy.” Tsireya speaks and is joining me on the mat, cradling my body, effectively making me the little spoon. “She deserves the best, my love, I don’t want her to question our love for her again.”

“I don’t think she will, Rey.” Lo’ak lies down next to us and I can only tell from the slight movement of the mat. He moved his hands to cradle Tsireya and myself and I snuggle closer to their bodies.

“I would kill for her.” She whispers and leans down to kiss my cheek.

“I would too,” Lo’ak yawns lightly and groans happily.

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—“to love”

farleigh start x reader

summary: asking farleigh to let you go if loving you isn’t worth it

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, swearing, fluff

a/n: i couldn’t decide between angst and fluff and i haven’t posted fluff for a while so yall getting BOTH. also sorry if this is kinda boring and cheesy and dramatic (me fr) 😞✌🏻

the sound of water drops drumming against the window fills your ear, tapping away at each droplets of the pouring rain, taking you away from the realisation that it’s been raining since the sun slipped off the horizon. it must be cold outside, you imagine, with the loud heavy rain and thunders.

must be the complete contrast of how warm it is inside, especially the room you and farleigh share in this mansion given that you always kept the temperature toasty. farleigh always fussed about it too, saying that it’s too warm for him and insisted that if you’re gonna keep it that way, he’s gonna have to be shirtless in the room. wiping away another stray tear rolling down your right cheek, your lips curl in a quiver as you shut your eyes.

it’s almost hysterical how even in a space that warm and cozy, having yourself all wrapped up in his blanket and sitting by the window, you still feel all alone. you don’t get it. you have all these people around you, well, all the people downstairs partying away because it’s felix’s early Christmas party yet you still feeling left behind.

farleigh’s downstairs too, you believe he’s doing all the things he usually does when he’s in the party mood. maybe by now he’s already had too much to drink for, or he’s plopped down against the couch and counting the stars dancing around at the ceiling.

normally you would be snuggling by his side, holding his firm arm close to your body so some of his warmth could radiate against your skin, but it’s been months since you and farleigh had that kind of time together. now, it’s just routine quick kisses on the top of your head, before he’s out again to catch a smoke by the courtyard and disappearing all day long, even with you in the house.

feeling all the pent up confusion, mellow and slight anger settling down, you can’t help the small hiccups escaping your lips as your shoulders jerk at every sob. you can hear the muffled music from downstairs, and sounds of people cheering for whatever reason you could easily guess at. they’re typical, you would say, but what’s not typical is the distance you feel with farleigh, and how his behaviour as of late makes you feel worthless, and that the spark you felt when you first started dating has gone into a mere strike.

you know you should’ve just told him how you’re feeling. you know you could’ve just said that you hate the way he doesn’t kiss you anymore. you miss the feeling of his lips against yours, his soft ones cradling your lips that is enough to make you melt into the moment because farleigh is such a good kisser. you know how they say to communicate, but you wish it was that fucking easy.

because you hate having to beg for affection. you hate having to tell someone to love you, you hate having to teach someone that you desperately love to no end, how to love you properly. if you were really worth it, you wouldn’t have to do all that, would you ? if farleigh really loved you like you love him, he wouldn’t make you feel like this, all disregarded and unimportant. truth is, you almost made yourself believe that the relationship is a dead end, and that he’s gonna break the news to you anytime now. what’s the point anyways ? it’s not like he cares, does he ? he certainly didn’t when he left you feeling the worst after getting back your test marks and it was so awful that you cried. all he said was, and you quote, “just a test” before leaving you to go tanning with felix when he knew you studied all night long for weeks. he knew, because he was there, watching you flip through your notes desperately.

as you sit looking out through the window, your eyes trailing the fragile looking droplets of rainfall down the pane, drinking in your sobs that were frantic a few moments ago. you’ve spent the past couple of months just smiling away and comforting yourself that maybe he was just tired, and that he wasn’t feeling like wrapping his arms around you when you needed him the most. yet deep down, you know that it wasn’t supposed to be like that. he shouldn’t get to pick and choose just whenever the fuck he feels like having a relationship.

at this point you’ve made yourself believe that farleigh only keeps you around for the sake of having a girlfriend. you don’t think he wants to be a boyfriend alongside of that, nor he cares that he’s made you feel worthless with the fact that he hasn’t kissed you on the lips for weeks now. not sure if he even realises that, having made himself busy with all the cigarette breaks and hanging out with the group. sometimes you think that he goes on all that cigarette breaks just to get away from you. it’s funny because it’s not like you couldn’t stand the smoke, if anything you don’t care if he does it around you at all, as long as you get to be with him.

leaning deeper into the farleigh-scented blanket, the fuzzy material hugs you nicely making you feel a little comforted. you could hear the knob turning before the creaking of the old hinge of the door screeches your ear. quickly wiping the tears almost dripping off your chin, you suck in a shaky breath, bumpy from the sobs and the huge lump in your throat.

“hey babe, i didn’t see you downstairs. how long have you been here ?”

of course he didn’t even realise that you were never downstairs. eventually you get sick of the annoying music and lingering smell of alcohol on everyone. you hated how reckless everyone would be, just bumping against each other that sometimes someone gets pushed to the ground. you know because last time it had happened to you, and farleigh was nowhere to be found. he was probably doing a line at the corner of the room with his other friends but hey, at least he’s not cheating right ?

blinking away your tears, you could feel your eyes are already puffy from how much you were crying. the sniffles caught his attention, halting his movements on taking off his santa hat as he settles it down on the nightstand before carefully walking towards you.

“hey— hey, what’s wrong ?”

the huge flat of his palm finds its way against your back, slowly caressing the skin through your sweatshirt as he struggles to meet your eyes.

“baby,, c’mon—look at me, hey”

his deep voice soft, but nothing’s new as farleigh had never raised his voice at you, or yelled at you. he was always so sweet when talking to you, so when he started becoming so distant, of course you’d feel it.

slowly pulling your body into his embrace, his arms wrapping around your shoulder as you lean your head against his chest. the warmth radiating off his skin spreads across your body as the both of you just sit there, sheltering against each other’s body, seeking comfort and reassurance.

“what’s wrong ?” he’d ask for the second time, holding your jaw in his hands with his fingers cupped along your cheeks. his thumb caresses the soft skin of your tear stained cheeks before looking deep into your eyes, his beautiful brown hues piercing into your orbs.

you’re still silent, knowing that if you were to tell him all the doubts in your heart that you have of him, you’d just burst into tears again. instead, you just give him your biggest smile, praying that it doesn’t look so forced and that you’re about to cry again in his arms.

farleigh can’t help his own smile at seeing your cute face squished into his large hands, though it pains him seeing you like this. it physically pains him looking at you so broken, the puffiness of your eyes tells him that you’ve been crying a lot, yet he knows nothing of it, or the reason why. when he asks you again, coaxing an answer from you, you’d just shake your head.

“you know you can tell me anything, you’re my girlfriend” he coaxes, smoothing his palms down your hair, cradling your whole head in his hands

hearing the title he just called you jerks a new stream of tears down your cheeks almost immediately, as you shut your eyes and softly sob into his hands. seeing your reaction worries him, making him desperately pull you closer into his arms, trying to shield you from anything that may be fear in your eyes, and just protect you from being hurt, ever.

“just say it, farleigh” you manage to sob out, quirking his eyebrows into visible confusion.

“say ? say what ?” pulling away slightly to look at your face, your eyes busy counting the stray threads poking out the blanket

“— that you don’t love me anymore” letting out the words softly, you realise that you sounded so insecure and it’s just going to make him mad. but you know what you’ve been feeling, and it’s not you being insecure.

farleigh couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth as they leave him speechless. slowly pulling his arms away from you, he looks at you to try to find an explanation.

“what the fu— what are you talking about ?” it was ridiculous, what you just said. he hopes that there’s a better explanation for it seeing that your lips are quivering and you’re looking at him with knitted brows.

“all the cigarette breaks, leaving me in the middle of the night to go sleep on the couch, hanging out with felix all the time when im literally right in front of you, do you think im stupid—?“

“what— he’s my cousin !” he retaliates, thick eyebrows furrowed at your reasoning, thinking that it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

“and im your girlfriend, farleigh. i don’t even wanna talk about how i was never downstairs tonight and you didn’t care enough to even realise !”

“you’re being absurd, there was a shitload of people” he’s leaning back against his heels, moving further from you as he looks at you in disbelief.

“i guess you don’t even care that we haven’t kissed in weeks”

your last words leaves him dumbfounded, having realised that he hasn’t felt the soft lips he’s so obsessed with on his for weeks now. it started for a couple of days when he was busy and overall just dealing with his own mental issues but only now had he realised that it’s been weeks. taking a few steps back, he’s now fully on his feet, with his arms crossed before moving a hand to rest on his jaw.

“you don’t have to love me if you don’t want to, farleigh” you mutter out softly, the volume only enough to register in his ears

you hear him scoff at the words as you turn to look at him, pacing around at the edge of the bed before snapping his head towards you

“i can’t believe this” you hear him mutter under his breath before tilting his head towards you

“you know, i try— sooo fucking hard to love you-“ he cocks his head to the side, eyes squinting in your direction. if you want to argue on the love in this relationship, he’s been meaning to fight back.

“i care so deeply about you, i pushed away my own issues, i struggle with my own being, those voices in my head—“ you’re looking at him, your whole body tense as you blink away the tears clinging onto your lashes

“all just so i can be with you, all so i can keep you safe with me, even if it means that im fucked up in the head—“

“farleigh—“

“i don’t know how do you want me to love you, because the only love i’ve ever felt was from my mom. even that they take away from me—“

“so i try, so fucking hard to love you, as best as i could. so for you to imply that it’s not enough—“ he scoffs once again, a pained laugh threatens to blow out of his mouth. looking up at him, his face contorts in what you could make out to be disappointment. or even disgust, with the way his lips bend into a frown. scanning your eyes across his sharp features, you wished you could take it all back so you wouldn’t have to see him looking at you like that. it isn’t hatred, or is it ? but you’d imagine how you’re pushing him through his limits.

“— that’s just fucking selfish. i don’t know what else do you want from me”

just as you’re about to open your mouth to say something, a loud thunder booms through the clouds, tearing the peace from the whole estate. the eardrums shattering sound horrifies the fear you have of thunder that you can’t help the scream piercing out of your mouth. you’re clutching tight at the material of the blanket, your head throbbing from the loud noise of the following rumbles from outside, the flashing of lightning accompanying the thunder that almost rips your heart of your chest, if it wasn’t already being ripped out by your cries.

immediately as he sees the flashing light before the thunder, like a natural reflex farleigh practically throws himself over to quickly wrap his arms around you and pull you into him. he knows how bad thunder fucks with your nerves and how much you hated being alone when there’s thunders outside. rubbing his hand against your arms, smoothing over your sweater, you hear him hush softly on top of your head as he pulls you closer to his chest by the side of your head.

he rests his chin against your hair while he gazes through the window. amidst all the chaos of the loud booming noises and car alarms going off outside, you found yourself fisting at his knitted sweater, clutching your fingers, in an attempt to be as close to him as possible, to feel safe. after all farleigh’s still your safe place. it’s not like you ever want to seek home in anybody else.

“im sorry” just as you hear him say these words you softly push him away to tilt your head towards his face. all those things he said, makes you feel like a shitty person. maybe you’re the one who didn’t care enough to see what he’s going through. maybe he’s right, you are selfish.

“why, um-“ you begin with a coarse voice, the lump in your throat still clinging onto the walls before you clear it

“why didn’t you say anything ?—“ moving your head to follow his eyes, the glossy brown pair struggling to look into yours.

“—do i not listen to you ever, farleigh ?” you struggle to find the right question for him, having no understanding for why he feels like he couldn’t say anything and instead, just left you hanging all these while.

he’s silent, eyebrows knitted as he looks up at you with a tear rolling down his cheek. the corners of his eyes red, he’s been struggling not to cry since you brought up the issue.

a shallow regret claws at the walls of your insides when you look at him, with tears down his pretty face. moving to sit on your heels, you peel the blanket off your shoulders to pull him into the warmth, both of you sitting underneath the fuzzy material

“im sorry“ the only same words he manages to let out, again

“farleigh i should’ve-“ just as you open your mouth he cuts you off

“no—”

“—im sorry that you feel like i don’t love you anymore” it’s only when he says this does he look into your eyes, his hands moving over your face to move the strands covering your eyes away.

“because i love you, so fucking much—“ farleigh inches over, hovering his forehead over yours that the tip of your noses bump into each other. you can feel his hot breath fanning against your skin, as he smooths his thumbs over your jaw, catching the stray tear falling over your waterline.

“all those stuff you said,, fuck i didn’t know it was fucked up—“

“im sorry i made you feel like that. i didn’t wanna drag you along with me. i didn’t wanna make you feel unsafe” his words pain you, knowing that he kept everything that was wrong to himself. somehow it angers you, the fact that he feels like he couldn’t come to you. does he think that you were gonna leave him if he did ?

“you know you can tell me anything, farleigh—“

“i know, i just,,” as he searches for words, a hiccup makes his shoulders jerk.

“i was afraid that-“ trailing his words off his lips, he tilts his head to suck in a deep breath, his shoulders shaky as you search into his tear stained face. you offer him the softest look you could give, letting him know that if you’re gonna be here until the sun comes up just talking, so be it.

“i didn’t want you to leave— i thought,, i thought if i ever said anything, you’d think im weak” his lips quiver as he utter the last of his words before a single tear spills over down his cheek. his hand reaches up to wipe over his nose, his slender fingers almost covering the entirety of his face.

you know how bad farleigh struggles with the way the cattons treat him, and how they always disregard it all if he even dare to bring it up. everyone seems to think they’re this untouchable perfectly wealthy family but you know how small farleigh feels sitting among them. if anyone spends as much time around them and farleigh, they’d also see how they’re treating him like an outsider while desperately trying to make him feel like family. but you didn’t know it was getting to him this badly. you didn’t know it fucks with him to the point that ut gets this bad. you could just imagine how hard he tried to conceal his own insecurities while having you around, trying to make you believe that everything was fine.

“i thought if i just kept quiet you wouldn’t notice” farleigh pushed his words out from the strings of sobs restraining him to speak as he finally breaks down from all the blocks of boulder that keeps being dropped on him, weighing him down

“im sorry—” now it’s your turn to say these two words to him, pulling him down towards you into a hug, your fingers sprawled out across his back, letting him rest his head in the crook of your neck as he cries.

“—im sorry that im too selfish to notice” you cant help but sob out into his shoulder, your hands pulling at the fabric on his back. he’s crummed up into you, as the both of you just sat there by the window, listening to the sounds of water droplets tapping at the glass.

as he pulls away, he moves so he could look into your eyes, your fingers cupping his jaw as it’s your turn to wipe his cheeks with your thumbs. trailing your eyes over each of his features, taking in every details on his face, from his long lashes to his tiny freckles. closing in the mere inches in between you, you place your lips against his delicately, kissing at his bottom lips. farleigh closes his eyes as he returns the kiss, soft and gentle, as you slowly move in a rhythm. it’s been so long since he last kissed you, and he’d only realise how much he misses sharing your warmths in a kiss, how much he misses just kissing away all the doubts you have deep within.

when you slowly pull away you feel his hands gripping on your waist as he moves forward to catch your lips again, into another kiss. he feels like it wasn’t enough for him, he wanted to stay like this forever if he could. caressing his jaw, you lean back into the kiss as you hear him hum and continue to move his lips against yours as if he never stopped kissing you since your first kiss.

pushing him away by his chest, you had to take a breath as soft giggles leave your lips looking at his swollen ones. both from crying, and also kissing you like he hasn’t for years. he can’t help but let out a few chuckles too, your pained smile radiates warmth off his heart, melting it all over again.

“teach me how to love you properly” he starts, pulling at the blanket to peel it off of him and placing it around you again.

knowing that farleigh barely ever felt love from his own family, let alone be shown how it actually is to be loved, it’s only logical that the things he did for you, and the love he showed you, was the only thing he knew of love. and to compare to the scraps he receives in this house, the love that farleigh has ever showed you was everything in this world for him, and probably beyond the kind of love he could ever imagined.

“i will”

you promise, as you’re willing to fix this over and over again knowing that you’d also be fixing him, who’s been broken since the day he was born. if anyone else leaves when the only thing he seeks for is love, let you be his shelter.

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