#they're so silly that it's sickeningly adorable

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus:

[no-144444]

listening ears on- z.guanyu

Day 16 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

summary: How come when you try to set Zhou up, it ends badly?

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zhouguanyu

liked by oscarpiastri, vallterri bottas, pierregasly and 568,920 others

zhouguanyu: thank you melbourne, yet another fucking p18 👍 (was nice to see the piastri family though, and to see osco up on that podium :)

comments

landonorris: jesus dude don't jump

oscarpiastri: i love u zhou :)

nicolepiastri: ❤️❤️❤️

nicohulkenburg: better than me, p19 :(

user45: we need a psych ward.

user33: AUDI DOMINANCE NEXT YEAR TRUST ME (i'm delusional)

user82: ZHOU NO I LOVE YOU

y/nbottASS: no you're too sexy haha plz don't die ->user22: HUH? ->user32: ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

user29: we're so cooked -> y/nbottASS: HAVE SOME FAITH IN MY BOYS -> lewishamilton: ??? I was p2??? -> y/nbottASS: GOD, NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT U GIRL (YAY LEWIS P2 congrats)

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y/nbottASS

liked by jackdoohan, arthurleclerc, pierregasly and 987,263 others

y/nbottASS YOUR HONOUR THEY WERE BEING SILLY

comments

user46: NURSE SHE'S OUT AGAIN

arthurleclerc: I open this app and sigh

user77: shitting myself why does arthur look so confused

oscarpiastri: princess jack making an appearance i see. -> y/nbottASS: fuck off you got a home win and i cried. that's what you fucking get. -> landonorris: i don't think you needed to clock him so hard? -> y/nbottASS: go fuck yourself. you and your boyfriend can cry together -> oscarpiastri: oh! we're being so normal I see! 😁

user66: 'my honest erection'? -> y/nbottASS: correct.

user88: every time she posts I just know the drivers shiver in fear liked by valtterribottas, pierregasly, yukistunonda, lancestroll, alexalbon, olliebearman, liamlawson, kimiantonelli, jackdoohan, georgerussell, lewishamilton, charlesleclerc, maxverstappen, danielriccardo, checoperez, nicohulkenberg, arthurleclerc, fernandoalonso, carlosainz, estebanocon, oscarpiastri, landonorris ->user56: NOT ALL THE DRIVERS IN THE LIKES -> user99: NUH UH, ZHOU ISNT!!!!!!!! -> user45: zhouy/n truthers rise.

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y/nbottASS

liked by pierregasly, zhouguanyu, landonorris and 1,383,938 others

y/nbottASS: MY GOAT ZHOU IN THE POINTS?????? HOME RACE KING!!! (also jack and @/friend1 are sickeningly in love)

comments

jackdoohan: thanks for being our matchmaker :) -> y/nbottASS: don't mention it jackie boy (I'll kill you if you hurt her)

zhouguanyu: THANKS Y/N

oscarpiastri: MY GOAT GUANYU

alexalbon: SUCH A GOAT

lewishamilton: MY GOAT

jackdoohan: pookie in points 🥺

landonorris: ICON I LOVE HIM HE'S SUCH A LITTLE DUDE

valtteribottas: missing me much? @/zhouguanyu -> zhouguanyu: so much...😿

user44: JACK AND WHO? -> user55: that's one of y/n's friends! she's a model and y/n set them up! -> y/nbottASS: they're so cute aren't they!!!!

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arthurleclerc

liked by y/nbottASS, pierregasly, charlesleclerc and others

arthurleclerc: happy 6 months to my beautiful girl. @/sabrinacarpenter

comments

user54: 'thank you y/n' we all say in unison.

user77: THEY'RE ADORABLE YOUR HONOUR

user88: SINCE FUCKING WHEN??? -> user27: y/n introduced them. -> user88: OHHHHHH i get it now

y/nbottASS: my otp

sabrinacarpenter: omg we're so hot -> arthurleclerc: facts

user29: who has y/n set up? like everyone on the grid right? -> user99: y/n has set up most of the couple son the grid including : akex and lily, sabrina and arthur (ik he's not on the grid but yk), jakc and @/friend1, charles and alexandria, fernando and melissa, george and carmen, kika and pierre, lando luisinha (when they were together), max and pietra (ik they're not on the grid either, anyway), valtteri and tiffany, and somehow looks like she does and is single?????? -> user66: she's been BUSY

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y/nbottASS

liked by zhouguanyu, pierregasly, yukistunoda and 876,926 others

y/nbottASS over and out silverstone! (i've been so busy matchmaking that i haven't posted myself!)

comments

user87: OMG she is everything

user63: she's so GORGEOUS

zhouguanyu: karting was such a mess 😹 -> landonorris: you two went karting without me? wtf. -> y/nbottASS: yes? mf you're not invited. -> landonorris: oh. -> y/nbottASS: mf you cheat. -> oscarpiastri: FINALLY SOMEONE AGREES.

pierregasly: looking close... ->user23: SPILL RIGHT NOW -> user45: PIERRE KNOWS SOMETHING WE DONT?

lewishamilton: working hard or hardly working? -> y/nbottASS: secret third option: inside your walls! -> roscoelovescoco: oh...!

user88: they're so adorable.

user77: why am I becoming a zhouy/n shipper...? -> user32: bc they're so CUTE together.

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zhouguanyu

liked by pierregasly, charles leclerc, carmenmundt and 3,897,474 others

zhouguanyu happy y/n day! I LOVE YOU

comments

y/nbottASS: HARD. LAUNCH.

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[snailpebbles]

Charles Tries Piano Tiles - CL16

pairing: Charles Leclerc x long-time gf!reader

summary: it's bedtime and Piano Tiles is kicking your ass, so why not spread the gift to your loving boyfriend?

tags: vomit-worthy domesticity, purely fluff, yeah they're just too cute

a/n: this is kinda all over the place and ass but whatever

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It's late at night, both of you tucked up into bed all cozy besides one another. Charles is reading some book he found at the local market, glasses you fondly refer to as old man spectacles propped on the end of his nose. Your arms are pressed together just like your legs are tangled beneath the soft blanket, the comfortable silence having been curated over your long term relationship. Charles loved the peace you brought into his life and how everything seemed to soften around you; every moment with you is one engraved in his heart, soul, and mind.

"Fuck!" The explicative comes out of the blue, your boyfriend startling next to you. As he glances over in confusion, his heart melts further. You look absolutely adorable with your little frustrated pout and furrowed brows. A smile tugs at his lips as he peers over your shoulder, only to dim once more to confusion.

"Love.. what are you doing?" He murmurs, watching your fingers tap little black boxes on a scrolling screen. A faint song plays from your phone, one he'd previously tuned out in favor of listening to your breathing; a sound that always soothes him.

"Piano Tiles." You mutter, too focused on correctly playing the Can-Can to look at your darling boyfriend. You've been trying to beat this song for God knows how long, the Can-Can haunting your dreams like Ferrari haunts his. At your response Charles leans closer, his warm breath brushing against your neck and cheek to distract you. From this, you mess up and the Can-Can mocks you from Hell.

"Why are you playing this game? I can teach you piano!" He offers, the idea making him light up in a way that relaxes the wrinkle between your eyebrows. You place your phone down beside you, knowing if you see that losing screen for one more second your phone will end up embedded in the wall. Charles, unaware of your seething rage at the children's game, seems absolutely taken by the thought of teaching you his passion.

"I have many books we can use and I'm sure you will love it.. oh, we can do duets!" He borderline squeals, already halfway out of bed as if it isn't almost twelve. You gently take his hand and pull him back, chuckling quietly.

"It's time for bed, remember?" A grin spreads across your face as a pout takes over his, his body slumping back beside you. Charles sulks, but then again, he sulks at everything. Knowing the perfect remedy to his silly dilemma that is time, you grab your phone and open the cursed app again.

"Would you like to play Cha?" The sickeningly sweet smile on your face should be noticeable, but Charles is too excited to learn something from you to care. Whenever you offer to teach him something, no matter how miniscule or simple, he suddenly becomes the most dutiful student with a slight (extreme) staring problem. He carefully takes your phone and, after a bit of direction, begins playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. He finds it easy, just like how his ego is easily inflated.

"My love, this is so simple. I promise that real piano is much more challenging, you would like it more." Charles exclaims, your earlier frustrations still not clicking with him. A wonderful, potentially cruel idea forms in your brain. That same smile spreads across your face and you rest your head on his shoulder to further lull him into a false sense of security you secretly use any excuse to touch him.

"Here's the one I was playing, maybe you can teach me it?" You click on the dastardly Can-Can, almost feeling pity at the naive confidence he displays. An excited smile glows on his face at the mention of teaching you; He'll take any excuse to spend time with you and getting to be squished beside you on a piano stool is a definite plus. When the song starts though, that confidence drains almost instantly. He manages to play for roughly seven seconds.

You giggle quietly as he tries again, and again, and again... and, you guessed it, again. By this point he's frowning and mumbling curses you don't think he even knows the meanings of, his shoulder tense beneath your cheek. Trying to draw him out of his relentless torture cycle, you gently kiss his stubbled jaw. Charles puts your phone down, all attention instantly on you as he relaxes.

".. Why would you introduce me to this game?" Charles asks, wrapping an arm around you to hold you closer. You cuddle into his side, tracing shapes over his white sleep shirt.

"Everyone needs Piano Tiles trauma, it builds character." You explain, peering up at him from his chest. Unable to resist such a cute sight, he kisses your forehead as his other arm comes around to hold onto your hip. A laugh bubbles in his chest though once he registers your words, only growing when he realizes you're fully serious.

"Really? You do this to me for character development?" Charles gasps as though you've offended every part of him, shaking his head.

"I can never forgive this crime my love." He tuts as you sit up a little. It's obvious what his charade is since he does it at any chance he can whether that be you forgetting a goodbye kiss or just bumping into him. A dramatized sigh escapes your lips as you cup his face, ready to plead for mercy over this horrendous offense.

"How can I make it up to you hm?" You hum, kissing the tip of his nose and giggling when it skews his old man spectacles. His nose scrunches at the peck and he glances up at the ceiling, clearly deep in thought. As he ponders what could give you retribution, you play around with his soft hair, giggling to yourself as you make pigtails and whatnot.

"I will forgive you if.." He dramatically pauses, of course, and you tap the top of his head as a mock drumroll. A goofy grin breaks through his serious facade before he fixes his face.

".. You let me teach you piano tomorrow." He says decisively. Obviously you saw this coming and can only pray he forgets (he won't). Charles can get.. passionate while playing piano and with you struggling to play alongside him.. well, you've fallen off the bench enough that he puts pillows down to catch you.

"Yes, yes alright." You groan, tucking yourself back up under his chin. He laughs quietly, knowing your exact train of thought. As compensation though he holds you extra close, arms tightly wrapped around you and legs hopelessly tangled while he rubs your back. You feel sleep tugging at your eyes, the steady heartbeat of your boyfriend only makes it harder to stay up. Wordlessly you reach a hand up to take his glasses off, the movement second nature from the many times you've had to help out the forgetful man. He murmurs a quiet thank you, followed by an 'i love you' that never fails to warm you right up. At your whispered reciprocation his heartbeat speeds up a tick, one that you can hear and makes the task of tomorrow worth it.

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[ghoultrifle]

nsfw and some concerning masterbation habits

phantom whos usually a rush to get any dildo inside of him type of dude when hes getting himself off to the point that he ends up accidentally hurting himself a fair amount. his thought process is “im wet so i must be wet enough to put it in” and then rushed to put whatever internal toy hes using in waaaaaayyyyy too fast and has to deal with the pain [that hes only barely into, usually hes uncomfortable with it but just lushed through]

anyways his first time with swiss was so wonderful for them both. gender affirming for both of them and lots of love shown. but focusing on phantom here, it was the first time he had ever been stretched out before putting something in him. and swiss was the one who did it. at first phantom was trying to rush swiss because “oh i can handle it” but then swiss said “let me take care of you” and slowly stretched them out. it was the best orgasm phantoms ever had [for multiple reasons] and he didnt even have a hurting hole at the end of it!

anon this is incredible !! you have such a big brain aaaahhhhhh

poor guy honestly, he just wants to be loved :(( throw in some trauma from the pit and he doesn't think sex can be entirely pleasurable. it doesn't help that he was ASQBD (assigned size queen by dewdrop) and so handed this set of massive toys that just don't work for him.

he just can't figure out why it hurts even though he's turned on :(( but swiss understands, he's so excited to fuck ant, anyone would think he was the new summon <3 he works ant up so slowly, leaving gentle marks on his neck, teasing his nipples, licking at his dick, it's small but so hard for swiss.

anyway they fuck nasty (so lovingly, like sickeningly so). constant checking in, so many breaks to have a giggle at whatever silly thing their vessels have done now, loads of encouragement from both of them and awwghhh i fucking adore them. when they're finally done, ant expects the post-sex cramps to kick in, warns swiss he'll become immobile in approximately 2 minutes but it just... never comes, he feels fine. if anything he feels like his entire mind and body is floating, suspended in euphoria. the aftercare is somehow even sappier than the sex and ough t4t ghouls 5eva guys :'))

[ughscara]

OH MY GOSH YAME,,, THE 3RD STILL ISNT HERE FOR ME BUT KUNIS BDAY LETTER IS TOO CUTE I EVAPORATED INTO THIN AIR 💥💥💥 all i can think about is reader secretly giving tips to those students who ambushed him and next time they surprise him with a cake that isn't sweet and he actually likes it 💔💔 i just know you end up being popular at the akademiya solely because of kuni and people try to ask you things about him 😭😭 (i just had a sudden rush of scara love and i had to share with someone 🥹)

SUZU .. OH MY GOODNESS OKAY — first and foremost, you're very much welcome! second, i am honored and glad that you reached out to me for this bc 🥹🥹 i wanna pour my heart out in regards to the brainrot and how much i adore him and his letter so here we fucking go. welcome to another episode of ayame loves scara <3

in regards to evaporating into thin air; that is such a perfect way to describe how i felt while reading it too ;; i mentioned this in my silly lil post but i was literally smiling from ear to ear reading his letter, it's just so nice hearing he's up to his usual mundanities yet still experience something eventful in a way :') "it was so incredibly ridiculous i had to laugh" just the image of him laughing. like. genuinely laughing has me going so soft and melt into a puddle

now brainrot time ( ✧ ✧⁠)

reader, in this vision of this specific scenario, wouldn't be affiliated with the akademiya. sure, visits are quite common for you, but it's only for a certain vahumana scholar... he's been the talk of the town for a decent while, not only for his eccentric personality; but also for possessing an insight vastly different from your typical scholar. some students had the gall to examine that harsh exterior falter ever so slightly when you arrive to mainly check up on him with a meal prepared for him, heard saying such things like “you didn't have to trouble yourself.” under his breath only for you to hear all the while he's taking what you had for him that day in his hands, scurrying away in the wild whilst treating himself to the delicacy he's grown to take a liking to ( code sentence for: loves immensely ).

of course, noticing your close bond with vahumana's one and only hat guy, it prompted a few brave souls from the akademiya to approach you and inquire about your lover. some questions were a little on the nose, and you didn't hesitate to turn those questions down for both his sake and yours. mainly his.

overtime, kuni would start hearing your name echo in the halls. sometimes in the house of daena while he occupied himself with reading to pass time. more popular for your connection to him rather than something else... of course, occasional praises being sung about you would enter his earshot, but that is precisely what they should've settled on first. regardless, the first time they ( some of the students ) interrupted his peace; jumping out of a bush with a cake that, in his gaze, was sickeningly sweet as he so described. sharp eyes from one of the students was enough to alert the others that perhaps the cake they got him wasn't something he particularly liked... so, they seek who for guidance? you, of course.

encounter after another when the students spot you at puspa cafe on your own, your desire to see your lover being unceremoniously interrupted by a student or two having a few things to ask you. you admit, you found a bit of amusement in how literally everyone in the akademiya knew little to none about him. and truthfully, you felt like some divinely favored being to be able to call him your boyfriend, but you digress. his dessert preferences was something you didn't expect to be asked a day prior to his birthday, but the question wasn't unwelcome. you'd dawn on a small smile and explain to the students that he isn't so fond of sweets. sure, he'll have dessert, but they're always bitter. your excitement was unfortunately not kept at bay when the group of vahumana students brought up why they were asking. and you, naturally, tagged along with them to surprise him.

all you did was provide directions, the path he always takes to his favorite spot that he rarely ever visits unless with you tagging along or something would weigh down his mind. and for the fun of it, you made sure to remain hidden as the group jumped out of the bush with a cake that this time, was one exactly to his liking. that same laughter that erupted from him last time, as the students told you, escaped his lips again. this one seemed more... genuine, in comparison to the last one which the students explained as "feeling like they were getting spit in the face."

from his perspective, as his eyes were fixed on the matcha flavored cake presented to him, he could just about feel your presence lurking here. you're the one who's been indulging them in their meaningless questions that were only answered for the sake of knowing more, you're watching him right now, aren't you? of course you are, not when he was able to make out the little hum that was almost taken away along with the breeze and the accomplished squeal from one of the students.

just how much did you indulge them? not much he figured, but you didn't shy away from explaining his dessert preferences. typical from you, yet that laughter that escaped his lips, the slightly lighthearted snark thrown at the students standing in front of him with his favorite cake, and the acknowledgement of your presence here that slowly began to dissipate... you have some explaining to do.

[eekykins]

Hi bestie!! I wanted to get your opinions on some of the hetalia 2ps (mainly the allies) and what you think they’re like

I adore the concept of the 2ps, I think it’s such a silly idea that a lot of the fandom agreed on stuff for them w/ out prompt!! I always love hearing the different ideas or opinions on them :00!!

Hi!! Happily!! Though some I don't really use, I have a slight bit about them! I tend to focus more on England and Japan, but I don't toss out everyone else! But I'll warn, most will mention something about Oliver 😭

2p England - Oliver is my absolute baby, he's become a vital part of me at this point. Though he follows same guidelines as the fandoms' depiction of him, he has... pages of lore I have made for him. Explaining why he does what he does, says what he says, what he wants and how he views things: ex. He hates everyone, he sees no value in any life including his, other than Arthur (his twin) and his partner. Allen and Matt are seen as his sons, but they stopped loving him, so he won't hesitate to dismiss or hurt them. Kuro is a friend, he cares a bit, but not nearly enough to take his feelings into account. To him, if they don't love him after what he's done, they don't deserve the life he provided them. He has a lot of... issues. He's sympathetic, but you still don't like that he's that way. He's capable of care, but just... doesn't. Though, he wasn't always like this... in fact he used to be the opposite until the incident happened that led him down a rabbithole he can never crawl out from. He's bubbly, manipulative, cunning, deceptive, clingy, needy, greedy, intelligent, selfish, and sickeningly affectionate. Severe abandonment issues and has a need to always have attention, or else he starts to get aggressive. Though he sees no value in other's lives, it doesn't mean he goes out of his way to hurt them just because- oh no. He saves that for people who hurt others. Vigilante, you could call him. He has no country power, since he was "too soft" to take anything seriously, so they chose Arthur to be the main one instead of having them both.

2p America - Allen is alright to me, I enjoy him, but I don't tend to use him. Allen is a very liberal man, and extremely stubborn in his beliefs. Vegan, but doesn't force it on others. He often goes out at night to attack people that threaten or harm women, but never shows himself to the ones he helps. Learned that from Oliver. Gets along well with the others, but sees Alfred as an annoying, stupid little cousin that needs scolded all the time. Though, he absolutely despises Oliver with his entire heart. In fact, he wants him dead. He is aware Oliver kept him safe growing up, but he can't forgive him for the secret he kept. Sometimes he gets himself into trouble by giving too much or caring too much about others' feelings, despite how he acts. He's extremely empathetic and patient with people, and fights often with Alfred over how their country is being run.

2p Canada - Matt is quiet and tends to keep to himself, he's confident in his own abilities and sees no need to get attention from others- he knows his worth. He gets used about as much as Allen, since they're usually a pair, much closer than Alfred and Matthew are. Strong, smart, solid. This guy probably built his own house just because he likes doing it. He's not really selfish, but isn't selfless. He's a good median, and is fairly balanced. Has a soft spot for Oliver's sweets, and sees him more as a father than Allen. Doesn't hate him, but doesn't love him as much as he used to, sadly. He's actually quite nice to Matthew and tells him to stop caring about other country's attention, he's a fine guy.

2p France - Not much on him other than he's cold, tired, but not cruel. He's very avoidant and seems to get uncomfortable around Francis, since Francis keeps trying to "brighten him up". Would much rather sit in a quiet room with Matt and embroider or knit, maybe have a glass of wine and go to an art museum. He likes art, a lot, and is often painting alone... and he's quite good at it. Usually calm and a bit snippy with others, he won't apologize but won't keep going, but he is remorseful. He has a lot of back pain which affects his sleep, but doesn't talk much about it. He's a bit afraid of Oliver, and Oliver wants him dead. But he's not sure what he did for Oliver to want that of him... so he just never communicates unless necessary.

2p Russia - I.... actually don't have anything for him. I don't have an opinion on him, he's mostly quiet and serious, straightforward about what he wants. Sorry! I don't really use Russia in general!

2p China - I don't use him much either but... This man pretends to hate cute things, but in fact, loves them. He likes to think he's dismissive, but he actually cares too much and wants to help, but restrains himself from doing so. Mainly, he hates arguing or debating. But once alone he will complain to himself hardcore. While his counterpart is talkative and jokes, and can be emotional, he tries not to be. He doesn't hate Yao, in fact he actually likes him a lot, but seems to just do as Yao says, since he trusts him. He sees Yao as a big brother, so that's why he does that. He trusts him more than he does anyone else. He doesn't have much power but that was his own choice, he enjoys living as a regular person rather than deal with the stressful job as a country, though he gets called in for major things.

I hope that's all okay! 🫶 I really like the idea of 2Ps and.. well my own 3Ps haha

Sorry Ollie has so much he is a hyperfixation 😭

[wiltingdecay]

need you now, and cannot wait

Word count: 6.4k

Pairing: Rowan Aisling x Julian Devorak

Rating: Explicit (minors DNI)

Synopsis: Julian missed Rowan during his long, hard day at work. They intend to make that up to him, in every way they can think of.

Tags/warnings: soft dom rowan, sub julian, dirty talk, teasing, edging, praise kink, body worship, biting/hickeys, hand jobs, dick riding, nipple play, clit play, creampie, gratuitous pet-names, rowan and julian being sickeningly in love

A/N: i did not mean for this to get so long. what the fuck. also this is the first ever smut fic i have ever completed so uh bear that in mind while reading lmao

Lying across the bed on their stomach, Rowan lifts their head from the book they’ve been engrossed in for the past half an hour and smiles at the sound of keys in the door downstairs. Seems that Julian’s home a little early today. Ears perked up, they listen as he lets himself in, locks the door back up, calls out a slightly breathless “Darling! I’m home!” and plonks himself in the ancient armchair in the corner of the shop to tug his boots off before ascending the staircase to the apartment. His footsteps are quick, and from the sounds of it he’s taking the stairs three at a time - Rowan’s smile widens, and they giggle quietly into their book. Someone’s eager.

“I’m in here!” They call out to him, and there’s an almost immediate rustling of fabric as he shucks his coat and tosses it on the coat-stand before quickly crossing the floor towards their shared sleeping area tucked into the corner of the apartment, surrounded by a heavy curtain to keep it separated from the rest of the room. Julian pushes the curtain aside, a  broad smile on his face that almost doubles in size as soon as his eyes land upon Rowan’s form sprawled across their bed. He wastes no time in removing first his eyepatch, then his gloves, tossing them carelessly onto the bedside table as he lays down beside Rowan, sinking into the mattress with a soft groan of relief. Rowan smiles at him, letting out a surprised yelp of sudden laughter as Julian reaches for them, winding an arm around their waist and pulling them flush to his chest.

"Hey, Jewel," they giggle, sliding their hands into his hair when they return the embrace and planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. Julian hugs them even tighter in response, tilting his head up to capture their lips with his. Rowan indulges him for a few moments, eyes sliding shut as they return his kiss, but soon pull back a few inches, wrinkling their nose playfully when he audibly whines in protest.

"Missed me?" They ask him teasingly, running their fingers through his curls.

Deprived as he is of their lips, Julian consoles himself by instead kissing along the sensitive skin of Rowan's jaw down to their neck, exposed as it is in the loose, low-cut shirt they're wearing. "Oh, you have no idea," he replies between kisses, glancing up at them with a practically lovesick look in his beautifully mismatched eyes. "You've been on my mind all day, darling. It's been driving me wild."

The caress of his lips grows more heated, and Rowan hums his approval, hand curling tightly in the shorter, softer locks at the nape of Julian's neck.

“Mm, Jewel,” he murmurs, lips brushing against Julian's temple.“As cute as you’re being right now, I do still feel inclined to point out that we saw each other this morning. About... seven hours ago, I’d guess?”

Julian makes a little “hmph!” sound against Rowan’s neck, shaking his head. “And it was the longest seven hours of my life!” He protests, rolling onto his back and dramatically raising the back of his hand to his forehead. “Oh, my love, it’s been torturous. I’ve been counting down the minutes until I could come home to you.”

Rowan chuckles at his theatrics, pushing themself up into a seating position against their pillows before tugging Julian back over and resting his head in their lap. He tilts his head back to look up at them, an adorably silly grin plastered onto his face.

"And here you are," Rowan murmurs tenderly, brushing some errant curls away from Julian's forehead. "Home to me. Did you have a rough day, petal? Wanna talk about it?"

"Ah, no, it was fine, really," Julian shakes his head. "A bit boring, if anything. I can't really complain; my last appointment cancelled, so at least I got to come home early." He shrugs listlessly, looking up at Rowan with an almost sheepish grin. "I suppose I just missed my little firecracker, that's all. Things would have been a lot more, ah, fun if you were there, that's for sure."

He reaches for Rowan's hand, playing with their fingers absent-mindedly. "But enough about me. How was your day, darling? Any interesting customers?"

"Eh." Rowan shrugs. "Slow day today. It was mostly just the regulars. Mrs Pendragon came round for her mugwort and mandrake root, Selasi and Imani stopped by for their love reading - Oh, and Muriel popped in for a while, which was lovely, I feel like I haven't seen him in ages..."

Idle chit-chat about their respective work-days soon ebbs into a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional silly joke or out-loud thought. At one point, Rowan slides a little further down the bed until he's lying on his back, and Julian cuddles into his side almost immediately, arms around his waist and face pressed to the side of his neck. Rowan smiles warmly at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and brushing his hair away from Julian's face; he'd gotten out of the bath not long ago, and his curls are still loose and wet.

"Mind I don't drip on your face," he chuckles.

Julian lifts his head from Rowan's neck just enough to waggle his eyebrows suggestively. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad to me, gorgeous," he jokes, before pressing his face against Rowan's skin again and breathing in deeply. "Besides, it'd be worth it. You smell divine today. Is that a new soap?"

"Yeah, it's from that care package Nadi got me the other day," Rowan replies. "Rose and chamomile and lavender and some other stuff. Maybe I'll wash you with it later, hmm?"

Julian grins. "Sounds delightful." He nuzzles Rowan's neck, lips brushing against his warm skin, the caresses gradually increasing in passion and intensity until he's back to pressing wet, heated, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he can reach.

"Mm..." he purrs, holding Rowan just that little bit tighter to himself and nipping at their throat just hard enough to tease. "You taste divine, too."

Rowan bites their lip, groaning low in their throat as they feel warmth pool both in their cheeks and between their thighs. Damn him, and that accursed ability of his to get them all riled up so easily. Well, two can play at that game. They turn onto their side, hooking a leg over one of Julian's slender hips and cupping his face with both hands, pressing their body flush to his and leaving scarcely a hair's breadth between their faces.

"Well then," they speak lowly, almost threateningly. "Maybe you should have a proper taste."

They kiss him bruisingly hard, their tongue pushing against his and their teeth grazing his lower lip, and he moans his appreciation, clutching them so tightly to his chest that they can feel his heart pounding against theirs and returning the kiss with equal force.

"So this is what you meant when you said you were missing me all day?" Rowan gasps between kisses, hissing pleasurably when Julian starts to impatiently grind his hips into theirs; oh, how cute. They've barely done anything to him and he's already getting hard. "You were wanting me while you were supposed to be working? Having dirty thoughts about me between appointments?"

Julian only whines in response, rolling on his back to pull Rowan fully on top of him and sucking a hickey onto the hollow of their throat, making them gasp and arch against him.

"H-hah..." Julian laughs despite himself, grinning up at them. "You're one to talk, firecracker. You're the one who had me bent over the counter downstairs last week."

"You said it would have been more fun if I were there," they continue, voice ragged as they push their hips into his. "What kind of fun, huh, Jewel? Were you thinking about me kneeling under your desk and sucking you off? Or maybe you'd have preferred me being bent over it instead, and taking your cock from behind?" They laugh at the absolutely tortured sound this pulls out of him. "Highly unprofessional, you know."

Rowan returns the grin, carding their fingers through his hair. "Well yeah, but that was after hours, baby. Doesn't count."

"Oh, naturally. Of course not." Julian winds his arms around Rowan's waist again, hugging them warmly and softly kissing the mark he'd left on their neck. "Perhaps I'll admit to having an impure thought or ten. It's hard not to when you're on my mind, gorgeous." Rowan chuckles at that, and Julian presses on. "I know it's ridiculous to say I missed you after only a few hours, but it's true. Honestly, Rowan, it really has just been one of those days where I can't stop thinking about you. Holding you, kissing you, showing you how much I love you in every way I know how." His eyes crinkle happily at the corners as he plants a kiss on Rowan's chest, right above their heart. "I'd love to do all that and more now, if you're up for it. Anything you desire, sweetheart."

A soft smile tugs at the corners of Rowan's mouth, and he leans down to kiss Julian's cheek. "Hmm, maybe later, lovely," he replies, resting his forehead against Julian's and affectionately rubbing the tip of his nose with his own. "But I feel bad that I left you missing me all day, poor baby. I ought to make it up to you for that, don't ya think?" He pauses briefly, smile turning into a smirk. "Besides, you're the one whose hard-on is digging into my thigh. Should probably sort that out first before we worry about me."

Julian's cheeks flush a beautiful red, but the look in his stormy eyes shows he's more than amenable to the suggestion of getting him off. He nods, his hands almost timid now as they slowly trace along Rowan's curves. "As you wish, my love," he says, slightly breathless. "Did you, ah, have anything in particular in mind?"

The smile Rowan gives him is devilish, one of his eyebrows arching. "Oh, I might have an idea or two." He turns his body sideways until he's lying horizontally across Julian's lap, leaning over the edge of the bed to rummage around in their bedside table. His loose, flowy shirt slides a few inches up his back, and this combined with his position leaves Julian with a rather exquisite view of his rear end, clad in only the pair of tiny, silky black shorts he'd changed into after his bath. Julian bites his lip around an appreciative groan at the sight, unable to resist cupping one of the soft, rounded cheeks in his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. Rowan responds by arching his back, pushing his ass up even higher.

Really, how Julian is keeping himself from abandoning his own pleasure and begging Rowan to sit on his face right now, he has no idea.

"Have I ever told you," he purrs, "that you have the most perfect ass?"

"Mm," Rowan murmurs their assent, coyly glancing at him over their shoulder with an amused smirk. "Pretty sure you brought it up roughly three minutes after breaking into my house."

Well, that certainly does sound like him. "The first time or the second time?"

"Yes."

Julian snorts with laughter just as Rowan sits back up on the bed, holding up what they've produced for his inspection. A red-glass bottle, one he knows to be full of the vanilla and orange-scented oil that they use; sometimes as massage oil, sometimes as lubricant for... less innocent activities, and usually both in the one go.

"Oh..." Julian's eyelids droop, and he feels a flush creep up his neck at the thought of everything they could be planning on doing to him. "I like the way you think, darling." He takes his lower lip between his teeth, looking Rowan up and down and back to the bottle in their hand again. "What do you need me to do?"

"Hmm..." Rowan considers him for a moment, unabashedly enjoying the sight of him blushing and trembling in anticipation, their lips curled into a coquettish little smile. "Strip for me?" They suggest gently.

Julian's all too eager to comply. His hands immediately fly to undo the last few buttons on his shirt, almost pulling them off in his haste, and he pushes the loose white linen off of his shoulders.

Rowan drinks in the sight of his naked torso, eyes almost as heavily lidded as Julian's own. "Gods, Julian, you're so fucking hot," he breathes, voice steeped in hunger. "Keep going. I wanna see all of you."

Julian nods, rapidly, more than happy to get rid of his trousers considering how tight they've become, and quickly casts the rest of his clothes aside until he's naked and knelt on the bed, skin rosy-pink from his ears to his chest. The sight of him, his gorgeous face looking at them so lovingly, his wonderful body trembling with the need to feel theirs, his thick cock made hard and aching just from a few of their words and touches... it makes Rowan grow warm all over, overwhelmed with affection for the man before them, and they temporarily put their obscene ideas on the back-burner to kneel in front of him and pull him into a tight embrace. Julian returns the hug in kind, burying his face in Rowan's shoulder.

"I love you so much, Ilya," they whisper into his ear, only holding him tighter when he trembles at the sound of that name in their mouth. "So much. Tell me exactly how you want me. I'll give you everything you need."

"I..." Rowan hears Julian swallow, but they say nothing, just continue holding him and giving him time to consider things. They know he's still not quite used to it, taking any kind of control in the bedroom, even if it's only to specify to his partner exactly what he wants them to do to him. But Rowan doesn't mind. They'll give him as much time as he needs to learn and let it truly sink in that he's allowed to be selfish with them. "Can you... take your clothes off as well, please?" He eventually requests, voice almost shy. "And just... hold me? I want to do whatever it is you have in mind, love, no matter what it is, but... I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to be as close to you as I possibly can be." He lifts his head from Rowan's shoulder, looking sheepish and more than a little nervous. "Is that... does that work? Is that alright?"

Rowan cups his cheeks and leans in to kiss him softly, slowly, sweetly. "It's more than alright, a rúnsearc," he tells him. "It's perfect. You just lie back and let me take it from here, OK? You don't have to do a thing except enjoy yourself."

Once Julian's comfortably settled himself back on the pillows, watching Rowan eagerly with hooded eyes, they start to strip down themself. They lift the hem of their shirt and pull it over their head, carelessly dropping it on the floor and looking over at Julian to see his reaction. His pupils are blown out, making his eyes look more black than grey, and he has to lick his lips before speaking.

"I'm never getting that shirt back, am I?"

Rowan throws their head back, laughing. "Nope."

Julian grins, shaking his head. "Thought not. It's just as well, anyway. It looks far better on you than it did on me. Though I think it might look best on the floor." He eyes Rowan's bare chest hungrily, licking his lips again. "Ah... are those the barbells I got you last week?"

"Yep," Rowan smiles, glad that he noticed. The piercings currently adorning their nipples are beautiful, delicate gold things, a sun on one side and a moon on the other. Julian had brought them home one day as a little surprise gift, and Rowan had been waiting for a good moment to model them for him. "You have good taste, Jewel. What do you think, hmm?"

They wager they can tell pretty easily what he thinks from the look in his eyes, but it's nice to hear him say it. He bites his lip with a low whine, then says shakily, "They're even better than I'd imagined." He catches Rowan's eye and smiles wryly. "And believe me, my dear, I spend quite a lot of time imagining you naked."

They aren't naked yet, though, and they see fit to amend that as quickly as possible. Once their shorts are off, Rowan picks the bottle of oil back up and pours a generous amount into their hand, thoroughly coating their palm and fingers in the thick, aromatic lubricant.

"I'm gonna lie behind you," they tell Julian, moving closer to him. "I'm gonna hold you against me, and I'm gonna stroke your cock. Does all that sound good, lovely? Is that something you want?"

Julian nods sharply, so fast his curls bounce. "Yes. Gods. Yes please, darling, that sounds wonderful. Perfect. Please."

Rowan laughs breathlessly, watching as Julian turns to lie on his side before lying down behind him, pressing their bare body flush against his. They wrap both their arms around his waist, hugging him close, pressing their face to the nape of his neck and relishing in his contented purrs as he pushes himself closer to their warmth.

"Love you, Ro," he tells them, sounding breathless even though they haven't touched his cock yet. "Love you so much."

Rowan smiles against his neck, resting their clean hand over his heart and reaching for his cock with their oil-slick one. It jumps and twitches against their palm, and they relish the strangled gasp they quite literally pull from Julian when they grasp it firmly at the base and slowly stroke up the shaft to the head.

"Love you too, Ilya," they murmur into his ear, taking the lobe between their teeth.

The pace Rowan sets starts off slow, stroking Julian steadily and languidly to match the way he bucks his hips against their fist - weakly, clearly not wanting things to end too soon despite his mounting need. Their free hand trails up to his chest, shamelessly groping his pecs and rubbing his sensitive nipples teasingly between their fingers.

Only when Rowan's fingers slip over the head of his cock for the umpteenth time and find precum beginning to leak from it do they increase their speed, using what he's giving them to slicken their hand and smooth their strokes even further. Julian whines his encouragement low in his throat, tilting his head back onto Rowan's shoulder and thrusting into their fist with more force.

"Yes, darling, yes, that's so good," he whimpers, urgent and needy, making Rowan's heart absolutely melt for him. "Please - ah, fuck - please, a little harder, rougher - squeeze a little tighter-"

Rowan gladly complies, biting down on the muscle just below Julian's ear and sucking hard as they narrow the tunnel of their fingers, gripping Julian's cock as tightly as they can while still being able to move their hand. They alternate between pumping at him steadily and paying special attention to his sensitive cockhead, rubbing the very tip with their thumb or grinding their palm against it, just to drive him that little bit wilder. Their other hand remains on his chest, scratching his skin lightly with their nails and tugging on his chest hair and pinching his sensitive nipples. They bite just hard enough to leave imprints of their teeth and suck hickeys into every inch of sensitive neck and shoulder they can reach. When the heat and pressure between their legs becomes too unbearable to ignore, they hook a leg over Julian's hip and start to grind against him.

They treat him to this exquisite torture for another minute or two, paying special attention to whatever movements draw the loudest moans from him, until the rhythm of his hips pounding into their fist starts to stutter, becoming more and more erratic, and the noises he makes start to devolve into whimpers and breathless panting between babbles of how good it feels, how much he loves them.

"I-I'm close, Ro," he tells them in a broken voice. "I'm so close, please-"

Ah, the beautiful words that Rowan had been waiting to hear.

Their stroke slows to a standstill, grip on him loosening to almost nothing. Julian whines low in his throat, tipping his head back onto their shoulder and squeezing his eyes shut against frustrated tears as he feels his orgasm withdraw. Rowan only chuckles, their nose bumping against his cheek as they kiss along his jaw.

"It's okay, acushla, I'm not teasing you," they reassure him, drawing a quiet whimper from him when they start to idly trace patterns on the tip of his twitching cock with the pad of their finger. "I just wanted to ask you how you want to cum. I can keep doing this, if you'd like..." Their voice drops a few octaves. "Or I could suck you off. Let you fuck my throat. Choke on your cock and swallow everything you have to give me."

Julian feels Rowan grin against his neck as they speak, the barest edges of their sharp teeth grazing the sensitive spot under his ear only adding fuel to the fire that their downright sinful words have lit inside him. He groans and arches back against them, lip caught between his teeth, his skin flushed red from his ears down to his chest. They giggle softly in response, kissing behind his ear and gently tugging the lobe between their teeth before continuing in a sensual whisper.

"Or I could put you on your back and straddle you. I know how much you like the view of me on top of you," they purr, smirking against his skin. "I could take you inside me. I could ride you as fast or as slow as you want. I'm so wet already, Jewel, you won't even have to finger me first. Gods, I'd fucking love to feel you fill me up..."

It takes a few moments for Julian's brain to catch up with his mouth, engrossed as it is with the feeling of Rowan's body against his back and their lips on his neck and their hand on his tits and their finger on his cock and the images their words have so beautifully conjured in his mind. Their weight in his lap, thighs hugging his hips, head thrown back and face contorted with pleasure as they ride him. His hands gripping their hips and shamelessly groping their ass as he moves his hips against them, meeting each thrust with his own, fucking up into them... He moans wantonly, slinging an arm back to tangle his fingers in their hair and hold them tight to him as he bucks his hips against their hand.

Rowan giggles almost playfully in response, his hand that's not on Julian's cock running lazily across his chest and playing with the hair growing there, arm tightening around Julian's waist. "I'm assuming that's a yes?" He murmurs teasingly into Julian's ear, soft lips brushing the shell of it with every word. "You wanna know how wet I got for you? You wanna feel how warm and soft I am when I slide up and down on your cock? You wanna make me cum? You wanna cum inside me?"

"Yes," Julian groans, his voice strained, his cock aching and leaking precum, his entire body singing Rowan's name and practically buzzing with lust and want and need for him. "God, yes. Please, darling, please ride me, please let me feel you, let me fuck you, let me give you pleasure, it's all I want, please, please, please..."

He hears Rowan humming happily under their breath as they tenderly press kisses to the notch of his jaw. "Hmm, you don't have to beg me for it, lovely," they tell him sweetly. "This is all for you, remember? I'll give you everything you want, I promise. You don't need to worry about a thing. Okay?"

Julian lets out a long, ragged sigh, feeling tears prickle underneath his closed eyelids again. But these aren't tears of frustration; they're tears of happiness, of the all-consuming contentment and love he feels welling up inside of him, from his head down to his feet. He has never had a love like this before, never had anything that even came close, and it still surprises him sometimes that he's finally found it. He still wonders, sometimes, what he ever did to deserve it. To deserve them.

But Rowan has never cared whether or not Julian's thought himself deserving of their affections. They have simply given them to him anyway, and left it up to him whether or not he will accept them.

He does, of course. He always does.

"Okay, darling."

He smiles broadly as Rowan presses one last kiss to the corner of his mouth before sitting upright, scooting backwards to make room before rolling Julian onto his back. He goes pliant, following their lead, tilting his head back against the pillows to appreciate the view as Rowan swings a leg over his thighs, straddling his hips, sitting down right in front of his cock. His hands reach for them, slowly caressing their thighs, hips and waist as they lean closer to him, running their hands up his chest. Julian manoeuvres himself upwards slightly until he's half-lying down and half-sitting up against the headboard, leaving mere inches of distance between Rowan's face and his own. They're grinning at him adoringly, adorably, all dimples and crooked eyeteeth, and Julian feels another burst of love blossom in his chest, this time mixed with pride; he can still remember times when Rowan would hide his mouth with his hand whenever he smiled in front of Julian, embarrassed of the way it looked, not wanting Julian to see any of his supposed imperfections.

As if his Rowan could ever possibly be anything less than perfect in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful, my love," Julian tells him, softly and sincerely, delighting in the delicate, rosy-pink flush that spreads across Rowan's freckled nose and cheeks at his words, the way his eyes flicker off to the side as if embarrassed. How cute it is, that they can both still fluster each other so much with just a few touches and sweet words, even after being together for all these months.

"So are you," Rowan murmurs in reply, his blush deepening beautifully. He leans closer still, brushing kisses against the arch of Julian's cheekbone and drawing a gasp from him when his lower lips brush against his cock. "I'm so happy you're mine, Jewel."

Julian's hands on Rowan's hips slide up his back, wrapping his arms around his waist to hold him close. "And I'm so happy I get to be yours," he whispers back. "I love you so much, Ruadhán. So much."

Rowan's hands come up to cradle Julian's face, stroking his skin with their thumbs. They smile at him, and Julian sees tears glinting in the corners of their lovely eyes right before they lean in to press their lips to his, softly, gently, the taste of one of their flowery teas lingering on their tongue. "I love you too, my Ilya." They barely pull away to say it, lips brushing against his as they speak. "I always will."

One of Rowan's hands moves away from Julian's cheek, sliding down his neck and past his collarbones, over his chest, grazing his stomach, fingers running through the hair on his abdomen, and down further still to firmly grasp his neglected cock, stiff and aching in the minimal space between them. Julian's gasp becomes a moan as Rowan gives it a few more languid pumps whilst he positions himself, moving up onto his knees and hovering over him, letting out a soft moan of his own when he start to rub Julian's tip against his clit and his shaft against his cunt, dragging it through his folds, covering him with his slick. He wasn't exaggerating earlier; he's absolutely soaked, just from touching Julian, from kissing him and rubbing against him and whispering filthy words in his ear, without having to receive anything in return.

Oh, how glad he is that they didn't end up finishing him with their hand. Getting to please them, to make them cum too, is a gift in and of itself.

Julian grasps Rowan's hips again, helping to guide them as they line Julian's cock up with their entrance, gasping softly as they slowly sink down on him. His eyes roll back in his head, groaning low in the back of his throat at the feel of them, how hot and soft they are... his fingertips dig into their skin, restraining himself from fucking up into them immediately, wanting to let them take him and adjust to him at their own pace.

For their part, Rowan's having the time of their life. They lower themself slowly, almost agonisingly so, until their ass is resting in Julian's lap and the whole hard, hot length of him is fully inside them. They tilt their head back with a blissed-out smile on their face, relishing the feeling of his girth stretching them out, the way they can feel him twitching with arousal... they let out a long, relieved sigh as they arch their back, sliding their hips forward just slightly at the same time, earning them a gasp from Julian and a tighter grip on their hips.

"E-everything alright, darling?" Julian asks them hoarsely once he's composed himself, his eyes heavy-lidded as he gazes up at them, lifting a hand up to brush some hair away from their cheek. "Do you need a minute? Or do you want me to finger you after all?"

Oh, he's such a sweetheart. Rowan can feel him trembling with need, know how much he must want to pull them close and kiss them deeply and thrust up into them until he spills, and yet he's still making their comfort and arousal his first priority.

It only makes them want to fuck him more.

"Gods, no, I'm perfect," they tell him with a smile, laughing breathily when he gasps and chokes on a moan as they gyrate their hips just slightly, just enough to tease. "You're perfect, Ilya. Fuck, I've never had a better cock than yours. It's like you were made for me."

"I was, fuck, yes, I was," he babbles, almost sobbing from equal parts desire and frustration. "You're perfect, Ro, you're so perfect...so tight and hot, I... I need you, Rowan, I need you now, please, can I-"

He's cut off by two of Rowan's fingers, pressing against his lips to hold them still. He silences himself immediately, mouth closing. Rowan smiles down at him, looking like they want nothing more than to eat him alive.

"Ah ah ah," they tut gently, shaking their head. "Open back up for me?"

Obedient as ever, Julian parts his lips once more, and Rowan takes the opportunity to slide the two fingers they'd used to shut him up into his open mouth. Julian moans appreciatively around the digits as he dutifully licks and sucks on them, tongue curling around them to draw them as deeply into his mouth as he can.

"Good boy, that's it," Rowan sighs huskily, lifting their other hand to softly pet Julian's curls, smiling wider when his eyes slide shut and he tilts his head into the caress. "Such a good boy for me, Ilya."

He pulls his fingers out with a soft, wet pop, but Julian reaches up to grab his hand before he can pull it away.

"Always," he says, voice raspy and steeped in barely restrained hunger. The way he looks into their eyes as he tenderly kisses their knuckles makes Rowan shiver and keen quietly, involuntarily clenching around him; he's gazing up at them as if they are an idol, and he a worshipper at their feet. "Always wanna be good for you."

Rowan's hand slides down from Julian's curls to cup his cheek, smiling when he nuzzles against their palm. Gods, they never thought they could love someone this much. It feels as though their heart could burst from it.

"I know you do, Jewel. I think you ought to be rewarded for that," they tell him, voice dripping with honey-like sweetness. "Don't you?"

Julian's arms fall limply to his sides, and he nods, rapidly, drawing out another breathy laugh from Rowan as he rests a hand on his chest, the other trailing down his own body to slowly rub his clit between the fingers that Julian had so generously coated in saliva.

Slowly, slowly, they lift themself back up off his cock until barely the tip remains inside them, then slide down again, sheathing him back inside their heat with a languid moan from both of them. They slide their hips forwards, backwards, up, and down, again and again, speeding up slightly each time until they're riding him with reckless abandon, the smacking sound of skin against skin filling the space between them.

Julian hadn't been told not to move, and he certainly intends to do so, but he forces himself to hold still and keep his hands fisted in the bedsheets by his sides for a few moments regardless, wanting to let Rowan set whatever pace they're comfortable with. He watches them in a love-drunk haze, his eyes nearly black with lust; their head thrown back, neck arching, mouth open in a seemingly never-ending stream of pants and moans; their small, pert tits just barely bouncing in his face, practically begging to be sucked on; the muscles in their abdomen and thighs flexing and their ass bouncing in his lap as they ride him steadily.

Glorious. Gorgeous. Julian will never take for granted how blessed he is that they chose to be his.

Rowan looks down at him, then, and their pierced lips curl into a grin even as their tongue runs salaciously over their sharp, crooked teeth, and their eyes, narrowed playfully, bear a wicked gleam (and if there's anything Julian loves, it's when they are wicked) that sends a shiver down his spine, making his hands grip the bedsheets so tightly his knuckles turn white.

"Touch me," they dare him, teasingly, practically taunting him, voice raspy and thoroughly debauched. "Touch me, Ilya. Take me, ravish me, fuck me, I know you want to-"

That was all the encouragement he needed. With a guttural, desperate groan he wraps his arms tightly around Rowan's back, pulling him in and holding him close, one hand gripping his hip and the other buried in his half-dried, sweet-smelling hair. His heels digging into the mattress beneath him, he starts to thrust up into them, matching the relentless pace Rowan had set, meeting every downward roll of their hips with an upwards snap of his own and adoring every whimper, every mewl, every sound of pleasure he draws from them; knowing that it means he's doing well, he's making them feel good and gaining his own pleasure from giving it.

Rowan clenches a fist in Julian's hair, tugging tightly in just the way he likes and dragging his mouth to theirs, their teeth sinking into his bottom lip, their tongue sliding against his, swallowing his ecstatic moan. When Rowan pulls back again for air, Julian ducks his head to kiss down their throat, along their pierced collarbone, and down to their breasts, laving his tongue across one of their nipples before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it with a decadent moan that's almost as loud as Rowan's. They practically scream when he grazes his teeth against their tit and tugs on the barbell the way he knows they like, the rhythm of their hips grinding and snapping against his increasing in speed as well as the movement of their fingers on their clit.

Letting go of their nipple, he asks hoarsely; "Are you close, love?"

Rowan nods so fast that it makes their curls bounce, eyes rolled back in their head, face flushed a beautiful red, lip caught between teeth. Seeing his darling so debauched is almost enough to bring Julian to the edge himself. "Yes," they gasp, letting out a high-pitched mewl that would make them die of embarrassment in any other scenario as Julian's cock rubs against a particularly sensitive spot inside them thag makes them clench around him. "I'm almost there, Jewel, I'm so close, I just need a little more... a little harder, please-!"

They hardly need to ask him twice. Julian holds Rowan as close to him as he possibly can, unwilling to let even a sliver of space between their bodies as he thrusts up into their soft, wet heat at a relentless pace, meeting every movement of their hips, their skin slapping together at almost bruising force, feeling himself get closer and closer to his own release with every wanton, ecstatic noise Rowan makes and every clench of their inner muscles around his cock.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," Rowan babbles nigh incoherently, bouncing on Julian's cock and rubbing their clit as hard and fast as they can; feeling tears spring to their eyes the more maddeningly close they get to orgasm, fire building inside of them, burning brighter and hotter until finally, finally it bursts. "Fuck, Ilya, I'm cumming-!"

The orgasm consumes him whole, pushing him so hard over the edge that his vision whites out, forcing a hitched scream from his throat that he muffles by biting down on Julian's shoulder hard enough to break the skin. His hips twitch and jerk in Julian's lap, his cunt clenching around his cock tightly enough to bring him to the brink as well; Julian only needs to give a few last, desperate thrusts before letting out a guttural, broken cry as he reaches his own orgasm, cumming with his cock still deep inside of Rowan, filling him up.

They stay locked in their embrace for a minute or two, both panting to catch their breath as they slowly come back to earth. Even after they've calmed down, they remain as they are, sharing soft kisses and stroking each other's hair and skin, basking in the afterglow following their release. Rowan presses his lips to Julian's temple, smiling against his sweat-slicked hair.

"Well, how was that? Got everything out of your system?"

Julian chuckles wryly, his fingertips tracing Idle patterns onto the bare skin of Rowan's back. "All that and more. Thank you, darling. That was... perfect. Just what I needed."

Rowan cups his cheeks in his hands, bringing him close for a kiss. "Anytime, my Jewel."

[iovelore]

❝ MORTAL TALES ❞ ( O1 )

summary and word count: a certain fae can’t help but find amusement in the youngest elfhame’s prince‘s frustration. wc — 1493

pairings: the cruel prince!cardan greenbriar x fem!reader

contents and warnings: jealousy, hinting of threesome, mentions of knife (nothing extreme), suggestive content, mutual pining-ish, fluffy?

a/n: i used tcp cardan because i couldn’t see any context of y/n being used in a fic in the other books (i also need it for the next part </3). i tried my best to include the tail bit since it didn‘t come out right, ill add it in either part 2/3. cardan is a bit ooc (i made him a bit idk how to put it besides: sub?man whore. because i believe that’s what he is 😁). and y/n resembles jude just a little bit with the blade thing, but only a little because jude is neither very flirty or open up about her sexuality (more so in the first book) and that’s what i made y/n like.

also, since this was more in y/n’s perspective, next part will be more so cardans <3

Y/N's legs crossed as she leaned her head on locke's shoulder, while Poppy, a half-faerie: who Locke has shown great interest in— for all the wrong reasons — sat before them and told them of the mortal tales her father would recite to her every night or the ones she gathered on her own from her adventures back where the humans lived.

Y/N found them odd: how they all were almost nothing compared to the people here; they were fragile, but she found similar enjoyment in them all nonetheless — and perhaps she had the eldest duarte to blame for her obsession with all things mortal, and Poppy's tales weren't helping either — which has unfortunately gained her the harsh scowls from the youngest prince of Elfhame.

Though that was no surprise. The boy had never been kind enough for her to realise that his treatment towards her was almost cruel — not that it had mattered, because to Y/N it was a show; she knew where his feelings lay, and it was nothing but amusing. To everyone with eye sight as clear as day, he'd never liked her, but when in class, when he believes her to be ignorant of his stare or his wagging tail; she has a classmate whisper every move his body makes, and it fuelled her heart all too much.

"It's not quite normal there, unlike here, if anyone decided to walk around with it they'd get humiliated till they're six feet under," Poppy snorted, covering her mouth with the back of her palms.

Locke turned to stare behind him, catching sight of the prince and Nicasia — both pouting miserably (one much too obvious than the other), and at that, he smiled. "Oh you’re right, tails are quite odd aren’t they? More so on a prince,"

Y/N shrugged at that, "It's alright, I do think Cardan makes it quite, charming? He’s always wagging it around like some...was it a cat you called it?"

"Yes a cat," Poppy shook her head positively, "though don't say that out loud, I doubt he's as clueless on mortal knowledge as we think he is."

Locke hummed, a smirk growing on his lips as he kept his eyes trained on his friend, Y/N following suite of his gaze and sultry grinning at the boy from afar, ignoring Nicasia — causing his eyes to widen momentarily, before the scowl found home on his face once more.

"He's never quite liked you has he?" His words were soft against her ear, his lips landing gently beneath her ear-lobes, kissing it tenderly as he kept his eyes trained on his flaring friend — who if one squinted, could perhaps see smoke escape his ears, if they ignored the immense swinging of his tail.

Y/N smiled, a small amount of malice lacing her intentions, "hatred I'd say, though he doesn't think I'm that foolish does he?"

Poppy, who now stared at her feet, hands tugging the grass with a blush coating her tanned features, "he's looked like he wanted to murder Locke."

Y/N snickered, a sickeningly sweet one at that, as she lowly muttered, "it’s all working then, sweetness."

Later on, when Y/N was left with no one to keep her company — as Locke found himself adorning Poppy and Nicasia's presence, alone — she took notice of the emptiness of Locke's home. It was beautiful, nothing as extravagant as Hollow Hall, yet she found herself admiring the interior all the same.

And as her hands traced the designs etched on the walls, as if it were a reminiscence of her first time staring upon them, a deep, and rather annoyed cough fleed her from her thoughts.

she stayed in position, her back facing Cardan and only gripping the knife resting on her waist, "now what would the prince need at a time like this? Should he not be in his humble abode by now?"

"Should you not be with your lover boy? Or is it that you enjoy using people like he does?" His tone was hostile as he spat his words, however the light softness that rippled around it was evident and Y/N couldn't help her lips tugging upwards.

She turned around, staring at him — where he leaned cooly against one of the walls — with squinted eyes, faux contempt present in her stare, and he shifted in his spot at her gaze.

She swiftly walked, her steps careful as to not trip on her dress. And when she reached him, she, boldly, placed her hands on his chest, dragging it downwards firmly — and his thumping heart beneath his rib cage could be faintly heard from the short proximity between them.

Y/N titled her head when he clenched his fists, but found a smile etching on her lips when his eyes were lightly fluttering. "Do I really threaten you that much that your hatred towards me is the only thing that keeps you going? It's pathetic truly, especially for a prince."

Cardan gulped, mind hazy at the contact and his body was supported by his tail, that was wrapped roughly around one of his legs. He could not utter the next words without stroking her ego, and it was then he'd wished — though he'd never admit out loud — that he were mortal, because he needed to lie if not keep his mouth shut.

More so with her trapping him, her knees coming forward and slightly spreading his legs, so that the entirety of his body leaned upon the wall. And despite him towering over her due to one of her legs bending in-front of the other, he could not move, catching sight of the shiny blade securely placed on her hips and her rigid grasp on them.

She had been around a certain mortal for too long, he thought, and at that his sneer was present again.

Y/N gently bit her tongue to stifle the giggle from escaping her, "what, cat's got your tongue?"

His lips were tightly sealed, and though he already knew the effects she displayed were affecting him, greatly, he refused to acknowledge her — especially that any movement could cause his legs to move slightly forward and brush . . .

She shook her head with a light hearted laugh that had his heart beating just a little bit faster, just a little bit. Her hands releasing the grip she had on her blade, before placing it on his cheek and patting him smoothly.

"You're quite humorous you know, would be a shame if you wasted all that energy on 'hating' me when it could be used for something else, you decide, my prince." she said, her tone sensual and low, before gradually stepping away allowing room (only a small amount at that) for the boy before her to breathe, she let one of her fingers crawl delicately on his hollow cheek bones, that though looked sharp, were as soft as anything could be.

Cardan's eyes widened ever so slightly, now registering her words, "are you flirting with me?" He asked. The space between them now slightly obvious, and he hated it — almost as much as he pretends to loathe her.

Y/N raised her brows, crossing her arms in an unlikely childish manner before nodding, "you're quite oblivious you know? Yes."

"Well," the confirmation enabled a smirk to appear on his face, only to be dismissed by her voice, again.

"Well? Is that all? Because I have things to do, and if my offer does not interest you then I'll gladly leave and find another willing volunteer," she purred, ignoring the way his brows harshly and quickly furrowed, creating a crease, "how about Locke? We are reasonably close, and he does not have a tail — which looks a bit foolish, don't you think?"

He was blushing crimson now, red sparklings littering his pale cheeks, but then his lips curled up — however, he does not look as frighting as he's expecting to be, he knew that, especially with her knees still resting between his thighs (which is all he's trying to drift his mind from at the moment).

"I don't see anything off with it, I've been told it makes one interesting. You've spent too much time with mortals and those alike." Cardan's jaw clenched and his chest was rising a lot more than it was a few minutes before.

Y/N pursed her lips, "Well then, show me how interesting one can get." She leaned forward, her breath fanning atop his lips and he found his own hitching.

His eyes were wandering from her eyes, which he secretly adored, to her lips, and he subconsciously nodded, leaning forward.

Only then, her hands rested on his chest, pushing him away slightly and his head came in contact with the wall yet again, and he had to bite his bottom lips in hopes that she had no idea how much he’d needed her, all of her.

Y/N stepped backwards, finally standing straight. Her hands on her side once more and she gave the prince an alluring smile, "I'll see you later, cardan."

He glared at the spot she had been standing in once she’d left, and he knew that it was a silly game she’s playing.

And what is a game if it involves one player?

[yandere-musings]

Yandere Kaoru Seta

Anonymous asked: OMG YOU WRITE FOR BANDORI?! Can you write yandere headcanons for either Yukina or Kaoru? They're my best girls! I love your writing! Thanks!!

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Awe thanks! I'm going with Kaoru on this one because she's my best girl and its her birthday tomorrow. if any of my followers play, hmu and I'll add you! I play on both the ENG and the JP servers.

Yandere Type: Delusional, Obsessive, Clingy

• Who would have thought that the legendary Haneoka Highschool Theater Prince would finally fall in love, and with a regular student no less! You were just a helping the theater club carry props to the stage for an upcoming performance, not expecting to actually meet any of the actors. But to your surpsie, one of them was actually there helping set up. You had come in to deliver a variety of fake flowers for the decorations and a large bouquet of roses for Kaoru who would be playing the love interest. You wandered up past the swarm of fans crowding her and nervously cleared your throat and stepped closer to get her attention.

"Um... excuse me? You're Kaoru Seta right? I was asked to deliver these flowers to you for the next performance. Where did you want them?" you asked nervously.

• Kaoru's red eyes grew wide in awe. It could have been the demure way you got her attention, or maybe it was how the stage lighting made you look almost angelic, or perhaps it was how the roses in your arms framed your figure perfectly like you were a living renaissance painting. It could have been any number of those things, but one was for certain. In that fleeting moment, Kaoru knew that it was love at first sight. She was completely dumbstruck, mouth agape in shock as another actor came over and helped you with the flowers. She watched in awe as you unloaded your arms, her mouth still agape. It was clearly some kind of destiny that you had met- and on the stage no less! Just as quickly as you walked into her life, you left. Kaoru's heart was pounding. Such an amazing, fleeting moment. It truly was fate! Kaoru vowed to make you hers. Even though she didn't so much as know your name, Kaoru vowed to stop at nothing to make you hers.

• Athough Kaoru has many fans and potential suitors, none of them compare to you. She needed to know everything she could about you. Sadly, seeking you out was a lot harder than she anticipated. In a school for the talented or genius, you were actually rather average. You didn't stand out much compared to the other students. Nobody had any idea who you were when Kaoru tried describing you for leads. Not to mention she also had to compete with her fans flooding her everywhere she went. When she finally does catch a glimpse of you, Kaoru is overcome with emotion. Suddenly she breaks into a run to close the distance between the two of you. Quickly grabbing your hands in hers, she stares into your eyes with a huge grin across her face. She was wheezing from her run and from the adorable confused expression you wore.

"There you are! I've been looking for you since the day we met," she proclaimed before standing up straight and giving you her most charming smile.

"As the great bard Shakespeare once said, 'who ever loved that loved not at first sight'? I beg of you, please be mine!"

•Regardless of what your answer was to her passionate confession, Kaoru is still determined to sweep you off your feet. She goes around to all your classmates, using her charm and influence to learn all she could about your hobbies, grades and preferences. Kaoru's fanclub was albeit a little jealous, but overall supportive of her sudden new fascination with you. Even if you insist on telling everyone that you aren't romantically involved, nobody believes you. How could they? Its clear that you're in a relationship when she pulls you into such a intimate embrace and spouts sickeningly sweet words to disprove your claims.

"It's alright my precious darling, you have no need to be shy! I don't mind sharing our love with the world! That way, all will come to know that your heart is taken."

• Kaoru was at your side as often as she could be. Personally escorting you to each class, tagging along when you leave campus with friends and even walking you home after school. And by that, I mean she follows right behind you until you get to the front door. Kaoru will stand there and wish you goodnight as you struggle with your keys in a rushed attempt to escape her intrusive gaze. Unfortunately, this now means that she knows where you live. Kaoru isn't a violent criminal by any means, but she wont hesitate to break into your home to steal things. Nothing you'd notice, but stuff that would mean the world to her. Over time, she will collect enough to build a shrine dedicated to you.

• Kaoru's princely personality doesn't stop on stage, no no. She will bring you flowers, extravagant gifts and shower you with all sorts of flattering compliments. Its naturally overwhelming to suddenly have so much attention on you, especially from someone as dazzling as Kaoru. So if you ever get agitated from her constant praise or snap at her, she will just smile at the fact you're giving her any kind of attention. She won't take offence of course- something else must be bothering you! Maybe something in school or your personal life is weighing heavy on your mind. No matter! Kaoru is happy to help in any way she can, and if she isn't able to do it herself, she will find someone else to do it (under her supervision of course!) Now, as far as Yanderes go, Kaoru is very passive. She's honestly believes that you love her, but are just shy. She won't react as violently as most yanderes, but she will manipulate those around her to isolate you or chase them away. If anything, when she does threaten those around you, its all the more terrifying because its so unexpected and out of character. Kaoru will warn them nicely that if they ever so much as speak to you again, they will never actually speak again.

• Powerful declarations of love before or after every performance, both as an actor and as the guitarist for Hello Happy World. And you better believe that she will write songs for you as well! Kaoru enjoys singing to you, love songs clearly being her favorite. But your voice is so much better. Anytime she hears you speak, she's hypnotized, latching on to every word you say. And if its directed at her, she's in heaven. One day, she dreams of kissing those very lips that she loves to stare at. But she won't rush it. No no, the fleeting moment of your first kiss must be savored. Besides, Kaoru knows that you will have plenty of 'firsts' together once you accept her love.

• Even if you remind her that you aren't actually dating, she will just smile and laugh. You're so silly! Of course you aren't dating! You were soulmates after all, there was no need for courting when you're meant to be together. None the less, she will still proudly declare that you are lovers to anyone who's willing to listen. She makes a very convincing case no matter what you do or say. She's big on PDA, loving to shower you in love so that everyone can see that you clearly are a couple

• Somehow, despite your best efforts, she manages to get your phone number. Kaoru loves leaving you long winded lovey-dovey messages, both via text message and on voicemail. Kaoru will lavish you with affection. Expect lots of random kisses and embraces, in private or not. She loves how flustered you get when she does. Even if you don't have school, Kaoru will always manages to track you down. You could be out shopping or wandering around town and she will 'randomly' bump into you. She can't wait until they day you go out with your family so she can properly meet her future in-laws.

• She knows all of your likes and preferences, altering her own to be more akin with yours. Kaoru is dedicated to proving her love through grand gestures or doing things that will win your favor. It makes it hard to dislike her when she cooks and brings your favorite meals for lunch, writes songs for you, buys you anything you spend time browsing in a store or compliments you on something you were insecure about. That coupled with the constant pressure of others to recirpocate her love makes it harder and harder to reject her. But that's exactly what Kaoru wants, for you to be so captivated by her that it parallels her own love for you. She honestly believes that you want to be with her, but that you're too embarrassed to express it just yet. She understands that she needs to be patient with you but she just loves you so much that restraining herself is difficult.

• She's not above kidnapping you. Kaoru adores you, yes, but if you continue to deny her advances when you're clearly meant for each other, she will begin to wonder why. She will seek out her dear friend Kokoro, venting to her rich friend over how badly Kaoru wants to be with you and have your love. Kokoro will be moved to tears by the passion in her voice, seeing how much her friend truly loves you and wants to make you happy. By the end of the Day, the Tsurumaki Secret Service agents will have you gagged and bound somewhere hidden away. Don't worry, Kaoru will be sure to take good care of you. She will happily decorate the room she keeps you locked in, continuing to gift you with all sorts of presents. And once her career as an actor or guitarists take off, she will ensure that you want for nothing. Even if you scream and fight back now, Kaoru knows you're only struggling to adjust to your life together. She knows it will all be worth it in the end. Any crime commited in the name of love can't be too bad right?

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

That last one had me thinking and wondering

Bonus:

[breadboysteals]

IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL TO DRIVE THIS DRUNK FUCKING HILARIOUS I DONT EVEN THINK ITS BECAUSE OF THE WEED EITHER THATS FUCKING HILARIOUS

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