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yoyokalicent · 3 months

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so i died there under you, every night, all night.

pairing: felix catton x reader

summary: two best friends who seem to have come into the world together, leave together too.

warning(s): angst, mentions of fwb (they're so in love), drugging, drinking, death, all around sadness.

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felix had told you to follow him to the maze, kissing into the side of your head, bulge pressing into your ass as you danced besides the groups of people who gathered to celebrate oliver.

you tried to dodge the groups of people to follow him, but somewhere along the way someone offered you a blunt, and you stopped following him.

"you're with felix?" the girl asked, posh accent surrounding the blunt before she handed it back to you.

"best friends, grew up together." you say, puffing the blunt, waiting for her to respond with hooded eyes, starting to become heavy from the smoke.

her eyes light up immediately, taking the blunt from your fingers, "so you won't mind if i have a go at him? maybe even put in a good word for me?"

your lips form an 'o' as she continues to speak, "i'm actually gonna go find him." you're up from the lunging chair right away, moving across the lawn with your arms swinging in determination, determination to find felix and make him yours. show her he's yours.

you enter the dark maze and look through every corner to find him, after a while you think about giving up, giving up and just going up to his room and stripping of your clothes, going to sleep.

"felix?" you yelled one last attempt to find him, dragging your feet through the maze slowly trying to find him.

your matching golden halo was sliding over your hair, making its way toward your forehead as it covered your eyes, just as you put it back your body collided with someone else pushing you onto the ground.

"felix?" you screamed, the drinks in your system making you just a little more jumpy, and wanting him a whole lot more.

you look up from where you sit on the ground to see oliver, with wet eyes and a look on his face you can't describe, "where's fi, ollie?"

"over there." he grumbles, helping you up and pointing in his direction. you give him a pat on the shoulder before your pump clad feet take you in the direction of felix. excited for whatever he wanted to so badly give you.

all of your excitement dwindles when you see him, sitting on the grass, back against the statue with a bottle of champagne in his grasp, "you okay fi?"

"fuckin' perfect, love. how's your night?" he asks, looking down at the bottle he had yet to drink from.

you frown, "i was doing great 'till i fell on my ass," you sit beside him running your fingers through his hair, "what ruined your night? we were having s'much fun."

"i was, i really was, so excited to see you." he hands you the open champagne bottle, fizzing with excitement more than ever, "then oliver had to ruin it. you know he's a fuckin' liar?"

you hum at his words, remembering when you were swept away from the warmth of your bed to go meet olivers parents, "i know felix, can't wait for him to leave. so it's just us."

you'd been waiting for him to leave from the moment he arrived, always a couple steps behind you and felix, never giving the two of you your time alone, "drink it off, yeah?"

the smile on his face is one you're happy to see, one that takes the bottle from you, taking a huge swig before bringing it up to your lips, "yeah?" you respond wrapping your lips around the opening, bringing the liquid into your mouth, "why's it so fizzy?"

"cheap, probably. ollie gave it to me, for us." he says making your eyebrows raise in surprise, taking another sip before giving it to him.

"took a hit off a girls blunt, wanted me to put a good word in for her." you watch him drink, bracelets sliding up and down with his movements, "wanted you, bad."

his eyes roll at your words, "not happening. got you spending all my money, don't need her."

your cheeks heat up at his words, scooting so close to him you're basically on top of him, "doesn't taste good, fi." you whine, still taking a drink and giving it to him for the final time.

"i'll finish it off.'" he responds, bringing it back to his mouth for a couple seconds, giving up after about ten, "never mind. shitty champagne."

you bring your eyes up to him, open mouth resting on his shoulder, head spinning from the joint and the champagne, "wanna go find something better?" he asks, using his hands to get himself up, eyes still looking down at you.

felix shoots his hand out to let you take them, helping get you up, he notices the way you stumble, you were never one to stumble, "heels too high, love?"

your eyes furrow and look down at your legs, confused why they feel as if they aren't there, "don't feel good." letting go of his sweaty hands you fall back down, laying your head on the grass. the cool dew of the night seeming to cool you off.

your body is buzzing, trying to reach your hand back out for him but unable to, you can't move anything. you feel so tired, so absolutely tired.

he gets down on his knees and looks down at you, "gonna go get water." you watch him and nod, eyes following his movements as he walks about five feet away from you, he stumbles too, feet tripping over each other before he sits down too.

felix looks back at you and tries to stand back up, he can't, he's struggling, "fi!" you cry, not knowing what was happening.

"i'm coming, love." he brings his fore arms out in front of him, knees moving in rhythm to get him where he belongs, with you. he's crawling to you. crawling toward your numb body, head racing as he stops to take a break. heavy breaths laboring as his chest heaves.

he crawls for a couple inches, and then stops.

crawls.

stops.

this goes on for what feels like ever, before he reaches you. resting his head near yours, you had moved to lay on your stomach, "head hurts, fi." you try to scoot near him, hand laying on his back, "so tired."

your eyes flutter, so do felix's, bringing his lips up to your forehead, "let's sleep." he mutters, body going limp next to you, "the stars, they're so pretty."

you don't respond, just stare at him before closing your eyes.

after a moment his eyes close too, entering what you both thought would be a deep sleep. closing your eyes with the innocent idea you'd wake up in each others arms with a nasty hang over, the innocent idea you'd have the rest of your lives together.

the next morning they found you two unresponsive, finding you with scrams and cries. whispers from those who had spent the night, packing their belongings and leaving immediately.

venetia would be seen sitting by your bodies, mourning for her best friend and her brother, before her mother would come sit next to her in a black veil, signaling her mourning, with a comforting hand, "it's what he would want, to leave the earth with her."

it's what he would want, to leave the earth with her.

where the world was empty - save you and i

#felix catton #felix catton fanfiction #felix catton x reader #felix catton angst #saltburn #saltburn fanfiction #felix catton x you #felix catton x y/n #felix catton imagine #jacob elordi fanfiction #jacob elordi x reader

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yoyokalicent · 3 months

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THAT WAS SOSOOOSOO GOOD I HAVE NO WORDS OMG CARMY

don't make me cry rn. thank u soooooo much!! so much more coming fr

#ur the best #whoever u r we r bffs

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yoyokalicent · 3 months

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carmy sexting or carmy having reader sexy pics saved in his phone

nsfw under cut!!!

he has so so so many pictures of you on his phone.

ones of you smiling at the camera with ice cream on your nose.

a picture of you in front of christmas lights he couldn't help but take.

or, the ones tucked so far into his hidden album that no one else would ever be able to see. pictures he only used on days like this. weekends where you were whisked away by your sister for her bachelorette weekend.

you being gone for more than two days had taken it's toll on carmy, ruining his attitude, his days, and especially his nights.

he snuck into his hidden folder after a long day at the restaurant, yelling at richie a little louder, dragging his feet a little more, just because he missed you. missed your smile, you eyes, your scent, your tight warmth.

it all drove him to lay on your side of the bed with his hand dipped down low with your eyes staring back at him.

your eyes bore into his own as his hand drags across his length, the picture he chose was one of you from a higher angle. one he took of you.

you had one of his shirts hiked up over your breast with your middle and ring finger plunging into where he so desperately wanted to be. his hand picked up pace as he swiped through the folder. letting out an almost guttural moan at what he saw, a shot you took of his cock plunging into your dripping wet cunt.

he kept swiping until he found what he was looking for, scrolling through videos of him entering you from behind, pictures of you blowing him, videos of him eating you, and pictures of his tattooed hand gripping onto your loved on breast.

jackpot, he thought.

he landed on the video he took of you the night he had gotten your name tattooed on the top of his thigh. inches above where you were dragging your cunt, truly showing him you were his.

his precum was dribbling out of his head, acting as lubrication as he continued the act. turning up the volume to hear your moans of "please carm."

and his responses of, "my good girl, keep goin' pretty." and "show me who you belong to."

he timed his thrusts into his hand so we could finish with you, his cheeks were a bright red and his breaths were heavy. he's watched the video so many times he knows, he only has about thirty more seconds until he'll be able to cum. cum with you, his pretty girl.

your moans of his name matched up with his own as you completed on his thigh, and him into his own hand. his chest was heaving as he was brought back into the real world.

where he was, without you.

he retracted his hand from his now half-hard cock, still aching for you. carmen exited out of the photos and went to his messages with you. taking a picture of his wet hand next to his face with a bright smile, this'll get you, he's sure of it.

carmy: attachment: one image.

carmy: missing you, baby.

he smiles when your contact rings at the top of his phone, quickly answering the facetime call.

"what's up, babygirl?"

#ohhhh myyyyy #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto smut

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yoyokalicent · 3 months

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BRO WRITE FELIX CRYING BECAUSE HES NEVER BEEN LOVED SO MUCH AND READER COMFORTING HIM

it would so happen after a night at the pub. he's a few drinks deep and looking into your glittery eyes that a few vodka sodas had softened. thinking about how you'd look with a pretty diamond on your left hand and a kid on your hip.

but you're so young, a year younger than him, but still he can't help but think about the way you love him.

thinking about the way his mother absolutely adores the ground you walk on, not just sending gifts for him anymore, but sending you the finest of what she finds. the way venetia talks with you on the daily as if you'd known her your whole life.

thinking about the way no matter how far you and your friends skip away from the pub, you'll always wait for him to catch up so you can throw yourself onto him for the duration of the walk.

he stops thinking about you when you stop to grab at your feet, a signal the night of dancing and standing before him had taken it's toll. and like the nights before he gives you a nod, "go ahead, love."

you hop onto his back with your hands circling around his neck, moving to give him a kiss on the cheek, "love you more than anyone, lex."

the words tinge at his skin, going straight to his head as your lips leave his ear so your head can rest on his shoulder. not thinking anything of his silence.

once you reach his dorm he sets you down with a groan so he can fumble with his keys to get the door open.

after about ten minutes your makeup is messily taken off, clothes strewn everywhere, you're sat up in felix's bed waiting for him.

when you see him, you see him.

his eyes are wet and he's looking at you, no shirt, just his boxers and the socks you gave him after he kept stealing yours.

"what's wrong, baby?" you ask, opening his covers to make room for him.

he sits down and you put the covers on for him, shielding him from the cold, he only weeps more, "i love you."

"oh," you rub your hands over his warm shoulders, "i love you too fi, so much."

"i've never felt this way about someone, you mean the world. i wanna marry you." you can't help but giggle at him, the slurring of words and the way his nose digs into your collarbone.

"we'll have a big wedding it'll have-"

"huge."

"we'll have a huge wedding, invite everyone." you say, hugging him tighter, loving him a little more.

"you'll be the prettiest bride, prettiest mum." his eyes are fluttering, opening and closing slowly as he watches you, "can't wait to put a baby in you."

"can't wait either lex." you respond, allowing him to bathe in all of his dreams that you now share with him.

"gotta sleep first." he mumbles laying his head back onto the pillow, keeping your arms around his waist.

"sweet dreams felix, love you."

"g'night."

#NEED HIM SOOO BAD #felix catton x reader #saltburn #jacob elordi

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yoyokalicent · 3 months

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felix catton x fem!reader where Oliver is watching them have sex and Felix catches him/ kick him out and comfort reader

for u lover

#keep em coming

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yoyokalicent · 3 months

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something they all want, that only you can have.

pairing: felix catton x fem!reader

summary: felix had something oliver wanted, something he could only have. you.

warning(s): smut, pinv, oliver being a peeping freak.

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"such a pretty girl, such a good girl." felix mumbles, pressing his lips to the sides of your ears, making sure you hear just how good you were for him.

"felix-" your broken words cut through the air, breathless as he pounds himself into you, not giving you a chance to regain your breath.

his hands are everywhere, everywhere.

they were in your hair, on your tits, "my girls. so pretty f'me."

he tried to keep quiet, he truly did, not wanting to disrupt the quiet tea time that his family had organized. but, with you so tightly wrapped around him he couldn't.

felix's hands leave your breasts to wrap his hands around one of your ankles, bringing it over his shoulder in a way to bring you closer to himself. kissing over the diamond studded anklet with your initial hanging off of it.

"fi!" you whine out at the new angle, suddenly not being able to take him in such an intense way. your head lulls to the side, looking for the relief you chase.

with your head hanging to the side, your eyes train on the slightly opened bathroom door, the door that opens to the bathroom you and felix share with oliver.

oliver.

the friend felix invited to saltburn, much to your protest. the friend whose eyes had not left yours since you were introduced to him at the pub.

your eyes widen as they connect with olivers, only looking away when felix grabs your chin to bring your eyes back on him, "what is it, love? too much?"

you choke onto your sob before getting it out, "oliver!"

"huh?" felix stops his thrusts to follow your eyes, and sees oliver through the sliver of door that was slighter ajar, "what the fuck, mate?"

felix is up from your bed quickly, sliding his boxers on before moving to confront oliver, "felix, i was just-"

"you were just what? watching me and my girl? yeah no. leave." felix cuts him off, not looking to hear anymore of what he has to say, "go!"

"go where?" oliver asks, as if he's lost and has no where else to go.

"wherever the fuck you came from." felix is seething, you can tell, slamming the door in his face, running a hand over his face and back into his hair. standing in front of the bathroom door, contemplating whether or not he should follow oliver and beat the absolute shit out of him.

his hand is on the knob but when he hears your little cries, he immediately forgets the idea.

"hey, hey, hey." he whispers, walking across the floor of the bedroom to make it back to you, "it's okay he's gone now."

your then naked body is now covered in the covers that you once found comfort in now, you feel absolutely disgusting. the tears don't stop flowing until felix's strong arms are enveloping you in a strong hold, "i know, but, he saw me fi, he saw me."

your hands shake, trying to find some calm in the storm of whatever the fuck happened. his arms let go of you to speak to you, and his heart absolutely breaks seeing the saddened look on your face.

"i know love, i never should've brought him here." his lips kiss the top of your forehead trying to apologize for allowing oliver to see you in such a vulnerable state.

"it isn't your fault fi- i should've told you. i should've told you how he was looking at me," your pointer finger frantically points at the both of you, "at us."

felix let's out a breath as your wet eyes look back up at him, "this is not your fault, i should've noticed. i should have seen the way he was looking at you. i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry."

"s'okay, fi. he just made me feel so gross."

god, felix hates this, the way someone he brought into saltburn made you feel this way, "you aren't gross, love. not in the slightest. oliver is disgusting for that, for all of this."

his arms bring you close to him, your head resting on his warm chest, bringing you the only comfort you seek, "i love you, fi."

"i love you, s'much. he's gone." he whispers back, holding you just a little tighter, not wanting to let you go.

the silence lingers for a bit, allowing two lovers to sit in the comfort of each other until, "so, there's no chance of us finishing...?"

#felix catton x reader #felix catton fanfiction #felix catton x you #felix catton x y/n #felix catton imagine #saltburn #saltburn 2023 #saltburn fanfction #jacob elordi x reader #jacob elordi

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yoyokalicent · 3 months

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taking requests for carmy and felix rn!!! please send them in a girl is fiending

#carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #felix catton #felix catton x reader

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yoyokalicent · 3 months

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soon you will be mine, oh, but i want you now.

pairing: felix catton x fem!reader

summary: you're felix's favorite girl, you had been since you were young. what happens when you're all he needs?

warnings: cursing, mentions of fucking and alcohol, felix is a freak and in love with his best friend.

a/n: this little fic is based off fallingforyou by the 1975 bc its arguably one of their most heartbreakingly good songs so!! (lyrics in bold)

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i'm so excited for the night all we need's my bike and your enormous house

the strobe lights were almost blinding as you search the large house for felix. felix, who all but got on his knees to beg you to accompany him to the house party you now wander around aimlessly.

"princess!" you barely hear felix over the booming sound of music being pumped through every speaker in the house, "lost you for a minute there, you ok?"

his hand finds yours immediately walking with you toward the sliding glass doors, "just need some air, fi."

"me too, i'll go with you." i'll go anywhere with you, he means.

his hand leaves yours and felix can't help the bout of disappointment he feels in the pit of his stomach, wishing he could hold your hand just a little longer.

felix watches you intently as you open the door with the hand that not long ago was occupied his own, and once the door is open enough for you to exit your hand slots right into his own.

"do you have a cig?" what a stupid question, you see he has a full pack in his back pocket, you don't know is that he wants to share one with you, to see the red smudges of your lipstick around the end of it before he takes a drag of his own.

"f'course." you rake your hands through your black handbag, the handbag he purchased for you while his family was on holiday in paris. once you pull out your worn pack of cigarettes you follow up with your light pink lighter, "hm?"

it was your signal for him to light it for you, he takes the lighter out of your hands and cups a hand around your lips, lighting the cigarette for you. maybe its the drinks, the cups of liquor you had poured for him making his head spin, or maybe it was you, the thought of you being his one day. just one day, but he wants you now.

after your long drag you pass the cigarette to him, blowing out the smoke and looking out toward the backyard where friends were dancing, and lovers were making out in the dark corner by the trees.

"i've always loved nights like this, its so easy." you say, reaching your hand back out for the cigarette.

"me too, fun." he responds, as you flick the ends of the cigarette and watch the ashes fall onto the concrete, "always have fun with you, princess."

the nickname fell from his lips easily, something he had called you since you were a princess on halloween in grade school, never failing to pick on you for it.

"wanna get out of here?" felix asks looking for your confirmation, just wanting to be alone with you, not having to deal with farleigh's knowing glare.

"i do, fi. walk me back?" another stupid question, but this time coming from you, "or am i staying with you?"

"you'll stay with me, princess."

i'm caught on your coat again you said, "oh no, it's fine"

the weather in oxford was completely contradictory to felix's mood. the grey sky with icy winds had no comparison for the light reflecting from his smile. he was sat in some dingy diner (somewhere that only you could get him to step foot into) waiting for the check with you beside him.

he completely rejected your idea of sitting across from him, arguing that, "i haven't seen you in ages, why would i want you to be anywhere but my side?"

your lips were wrapped around the straw of the strawberry milkshake you swore you needed, shamefully felix can't help but think about your lips. the way they break into a smile, the way they sing your favorite songs, the way they'd look wrapped around him.

you're his best friend for goodness sake.

"fi?"

fuck the thinks, "princess."

"do you think we could go to the corner store? i wanted to get those crisps you like. i've been wanting them since the other night." you ask him with hesitation, as if he has ever denied you anything, as if he ever could.

"yep," felix pops his p, mirroring something you had always done, "quite a walk, sure you want to in the cold?"

you take one last sip of your milkshake before responding, "i've got you to keep me warm, don't think that's enough?" he wraps his arm around you to pull you closer to him.

his silence is telling, for as long as you had known him he was never one for comfortable silence. but, with you he could sit for hours without talking, just to be with you.

once the check is payed, by felix, you are bouncing out of your seat, forgetting the jacket that was resting by the end of your back.

"forgetting something?" he holds the jacket up, opening it for your arms to slip into effortlessly.

before your hands have the chance to zip up your jacket his are working at the zipper, toward the middle of the jacket the zipper stops.

"huh?" he says, trying to find where it went wrong.

his mind is racing as he tries to find the flaw in your jacket, when he finds the culprit it almost warms his heart. the fringes of his own jacket were caught in the teeth of your own. a piece of himself was caught in a piece of you.

"sorry bout that, princess."

"oh, no s'fine." without hesitation he zips your jacket all of the way, not wanting to risk you catching a cold. going as far as to giving you his own scarf and putting your hood up for you.

"and what would i do without you?" you ask, hooking your arm in his own and resting your cheek on his bicep as you walk down the street.

"freeze, and possibly have to buy your own food."

feeling of your arms i don't want to be your friend, i want to kiss your neck

felix loved the feeling of your bed. the soft linens your mother had sent from southern italy, the fluffy blankets, firm pillows, the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist with your head lodged between his shoulder blades.

he loved it, right now, he longed for it.

farleigh was next to him talking to some guy at the pub and all he could think about is what you were doing. felix truly tried his hardest to get you to go with them to the pub, but you swore up and down tonight was your night for rest and relaxation.

stupidly, so stupidly, felix thought he would have more fun at the pub entertaining girls he'd never go home with instead of entertaining you.

"wanna get out of here?" a girl asks, pawing at his chest. all he can do his feign disgust, why would he want to leave with anyone but you?

"no," he responds, and sees the look on her face drop, "thanks" his words are slurred and all he can do is think to count the drinks he's had. the liquor really has affected him, usually he has you mooching off of whatever he has in his cup.

but, not tonight.

"farleigh, i need to go." felix pats farleigh on the shoulder, signaling his leave of absence.

"tell princess i said hi." farleigh responds, mocking his nickname for you, and felix can only open and close his mouth with a nod. felix starts his walk out of the bar with a slight wave to farleigh.

the walk to your dorm was quick, and his legs moved in a brisk walk, quickly starting to border a jog. wanting to get to you, get into your shower, get into your bed as quick as possible.

he dodges groups of partygoers and their judgmental glares skillfully, if they knew what he was running to he's sure they wouldn't be looking at him the way they were.

he arrives at your dormitory and ditches the stuffy elevator that would take too long, he doesn't have time for waiting. his legs move up the stairs, slower this time. almost savoring in the excitement of seeing you.

the many cups have him thinking, what if he told you now? he waits in front of your door, waiting. not knocking, just thinking. thinking about happy he could make you. thinking about what he could do for you, what you could do for him.

just before his mind could catch up with his movements he's knocking on the door. reeling in what he could say to you, and then you open the door.

your hair is in your rollers, and your body is drowning in your light yellow nightgown. ignoring all signs of sleepiness you smile, "felix?"

"i do not want to be your mate." your smile immediately drops, and your eyes open wide, suddenly he wants to jump down the flight of steps he had just climbed.

"what the fuck, felix?"

"no, no, no, princess, not like that." his large hands take your face into them, so tightly that your cheeks are smushed together, not to hurt you, never to hurt you.

"then how felix? you come to me in the middle of night to tell me what?" your words are slurred to the grip he has on his face.

you can smell the whiskey radiating off of him, making this all the more confusing, his hands fall from your face to his sides, "i don't want to be your friend." he takes breath, a deep breath, "i wanna kiss your neck"

"huh?" you ask again, slowly getting at what he means, but needing him to say it. say what you had been thinking for the last year.

"there was a girl at the bar, and she wasn't ugly. at all. she wanted to go home with me-"

you cut him off, "felix."

"sorry. but, i didn't want to go with her, all i thought about was you. coming home to you, maybe even kissing you, hugging you, fucking yo-"

you cut him off again, "felix."

"i just-"

"you what, felix?"

"i really love you. i love you so much i only think of you, i only think about you so much i can't hear a song without thinking about you. i love you so much i've started to lose my mind! i love you so much, princess." his lips smash into yours, and you taste him. the whiskey, the mint lip balm, the cigarettes, you taste him.

you kiss him until his hands start to trail toward the end of your night gown, "can't give the neighbors a free show, fi."

"can't have them seeing what's mine."

your eyebrows raise teasingly, "yours?"

"you're mine princess, finally."

#felix catton #felix catton x reader #felix catton x you #felix catton x y/n #felix catton fanfiction #felix catton fluff #felix catton imagines #jacob elordi #jacob elordi x reader #saltburn #saltburn fanfction #saltburn 2023

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can't get you out of my veins.

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x reader

summary: jacaerys loves his wife, and will do everything he can to make sure his future queen is well satisfied.

warnings: smut, jace eats his queen out fr. that's it.

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you feel his eyes on you, the rush of adrenaline still radiating off of him from when he lunged at his uncle.

"did you see the way he was looking at you? and the way he spoke of my family?" when he saw the unimpressed look on your face he continued, "our family, our honor. how do you have nothing to say of this?"

"his words mean nothing to me, you are the true heir to the iron throne. your mother will be queen, and you will be king following her, aemond's words hold no significance to me when you are the one who will wear the crown and sit upon the iron throne." jacaerys stance straightens at your words, not expecting your words to have such an affect on him.

you hear his footsteps and watch as he stands in front of you, bending to reside in between your legs, his knees hitting the floor, "and you will be my queen."

you use your hand to smooth his hair out and cup his face, "would it bother you, jacaerys?"

"would what bother me, my love?"

"if i were to call you king?" his hands travel up your dress and land on your thighs, squeezing into the flesh he's indulged in so many times.

"i would want nothing more." his hands move up and down the length of your thighs and are beginning to run dangerously close to your core, "although i feel as if i haven't treated you as a future queen should be treated, as if i haven't satisfied you enough."

you almost want to laugh at him, he's never left you feeling anything but orgasmic satisfaction, "don't be ridiculous, jace."

"not jace."

oh, "my king." you correct moving your hands to his shoulders and then to grab onto his bicep. except, he doesn't stand up.

"i'm right where i want to be." his hands slide back down your legs to where he takes off your shoes, and moves to slide your tights down your legs, "never truly understood tights, keep what i want too far."

his eyes never leave yours, as lust clouds your mind no response leaves your lips. the only thing you can do is look at him, think of him.

"when i am king you will never wear tights, always be ready for me."

he bunches the skirt of your dress up and you lift your hips to allow him access, "what else will you do, my king?"

hearing you call him that spurs him on, giving him more confidence as the words spill out of his mouth, "i'll clear out the throne room and have you ride me on the iron throne, make our heir on the seat they will sit upon for years to come."

his middle finger runs up and down your cunt skimming over your opening, spreading your wetness over his finger before bringing it up to his mouth, "when i am king this is all i will do, all i will taste."

jacaerys picks your legs up to drape them over his shoulders, giving him the perfect view of what he wants the most.

"please, my king." you beg, picking your hips up to bring yourself closer to his mouth.

"whatever my queen wishes, she will get." jacaerys does not let you respond before diving into you. his tongue going straight for your entrance, making your mind run wild with thoughts of him, where he is, and what he is doing to you.

his hands run up and down your thighs as his tongue thrusts in and out of your entrance, nose rubbing against your clit, eyes looking at you.

when jace sees you like this all he sees is heaven. his heaven is you, hooded eyes, looking down at him as he makes you feel good. your heels press into his back as your hips raise off of the chair once more.

when jacaerys realizes your eyes have closed and are no longer locked on him, he removes his tongue from you and looks up at you, saying nothing.

"what is it?" disappointment is evidently laced in your words, he ignores you and moves his attention to your clit.

your moans and heavy breathing fill the vacant space, echoing around the chambers you have been staying in. to your surprise his middle and ring finger enter you with no warning, bringing you closer to where you so desperately need.

"my king" you chant as if it is a prayer to the seven, his tongue continues to circle around your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you.

for the final time, jacaerys looks up at you and is met with your head thrown back and mouth open, waiting. waiting so patiently for your orgasm to overcome you.

he speeds up all of his movements, tongue flicking a little faster, and fingers at a rampant pace. jacaerys knows you are about to cum when your cunt clenches around him, and your moans are no longer audible, just shallow breaths.

he feels your orgasm puddle around his fingers, and he gives a few more pumps of his fingers before he removes them. bringing them to his mouth, cleaning them off as you catch your breath.

your legs are removed from his back as he stays on his knees, and you can see the prominence of his cock in his pants,

"and what can the queen do for her king?"

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yoyokalicent · 8 months

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conrad girls are edward girls are peeta girls are jacaerys girls are jon girls.

#conrad fisher #edward cullen #peeta mellark #jacaerys velaryon #jon snow #Conrad fisher x reader #edward cullen x reader #peeta mellark x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jon snow x reader

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yoyokalicent · 9 months

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EWAN MITCHELL as TOM BENNETT World on Fire 2.02

#my man my man my man #i need him mentally

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from your titles YOU HAVE SUCH GOOD MUSIC TASTE

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! that is honestly the best compliment anyone could ever give.

your user name is SO real by the way.

#i try my best

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i fall to pieces when i'm with you.

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: prince aemond targaryen had always wanted something to be only his, a sword, a dragon, and you.

(smut! yay!)

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the parchment had minimal wording on it, although there was no signature or sign from who sent this, you knew.

you knew it was from aemond, wishing for you to meet him in his chambers as you did almost every night. as helaena's lady-in-waiting you both were aware that what you were doing was severely looked down upon and could cost you your position but, nothing could ever stop him from crawling into bed with you.

he had dragons blood, who was going stop a dragon?

you wouldn't dare to get in the way of his desires, at the same time get in the way of your own. your meetings with the prince were something you looked forward to, during your shared time it blossomed into something more. you were companions, you were one.

the entirety of dinner your eyes were locked from across the table, he didn't mind if anyone saw. he wanted, no he craved for you to be his. for everyone in king's landing to know that you're his.

the desire to make you his is what drove him to take it upon himself to walk to your chambers. denying the knights that wished to walk him to his destination.

his mind was set on finding you, on making sure you knew that he would rather give up vhagar than have you marry a fat lord and live in the country.

"the prince, my lady." the guard before you announced, you all but shot out of your chair as he nodded at the guard to leave.

"my prince, i had no clue that-"

he cut you off and placed his hands on your cheeks, "there are no need for such formalities when we are alone, you know this."

"i thought i was coming to you, aemond."

"i grew impatient, i wanted you." his hands move to the back of your head softly, bringing your face impossibly close to his, "i always want you."

his lips meet yours in a kiss you cannot define as soft or rough, it is somewhere in the middle. his hands don't move from the back of your head, securing your lips against his for what feels like an eternity.

once his hands do leave your head they are to start undoing the back of your dress, his hands aren't confused with the tight knots. he's done this many times before, he's taken this dress off many times before.

once your dress is undone and falling off your shoulders he begins with his own shirt, you grab his hands to do it yourself. giving him a look, a look that tells him you want to do this for him, want to take care of him.

in the short while his lips are not pressed to yours his eyes are on you, your look of concentration as you unbutton his shirt and take off his white undershirt. leaving him completely shirtless, and you marveling at his chest.

your lips miss his and go straight for his chest, it's always been apart of him you adored. your kisses move across the entirety of his chest before he grabs the base of your neck softly to work at sliding your dress down your hips and almost ripping the underdress off of you. in all your time with him you'd never seen such urgency from him.

as soon as your dress was off he quickly grabs your hand and leads you to the bed, the bed where he would make you his, as he did many times before. he watches you lay down in the middle of the bed and is fast to make himself at home on top of you. his weight is a weight you had grown used to, and a weight you never want to leave.

his hands roam down past your bare torso to where your stockings and underpants were still on your body, "this won't do, will it?" he tsks making quick actions to remove the garments and reveal what he's been craving all this time.

his fingers don't leave as if they're where they are supposed to be, and he rubs your clit in a way that had your hips raising off the bed only to be pushed down by his strong hands.

"please aemond, i want you." your pleas did nothing, his thumb continued to circle your clit while the other fingers slowly push into you.

the pace of his fingers were driving you mad, he was being cruel and he knew it, "i'll give you what you want, you know that."

his fingers almost brought you to your peak before he removed them from the warmth of your cunt, not giving you the satisfaction of the release you so desperately need.

your gasp made him laugh, he truly and heartedly laughed at your dissatisfaction, how could you think he wouldn't give you what you desired? your hands move from their resting place on his chest to where he needed you most, you make a sound of approval against his lips as your hands palm his hardened cock.

he helps you undo his belt and kick his pants off as quickly as you two can, the need and want makes all of your movements spastic and all over the place.

once his pants are off relief washes over you, after what felt like a lifetime of waiting it would all be worth it, your hands start to work wrapping around his cock, and rubbing up and down. something he had always enjoyed, so when he stopped you your look was nothing but confused, "i want us to finish together, as one."

like you said before, you were one. with a shake of your head he kisses you. now you can describe this kiss as rough, the kind of kiss that made your head spin, and distracted you from everything in the room.

aemond brings you back when he takes his lips off of yours, he looks into your eyes and give you a nod, the type of nod that asks you 'are you ready' without having to say anything. you give a nod and a large smile back, you've been ready for ages.

he is on his forearms by either side of the bed in an attempt to not crush you with his weight, but how do you tell him you need to feel his weight until it becomes unbearable? the thought is short-lived as he lines himself up to push into you.

once he is fully inside of you, the sound of gasps and moans of relief fill the room. it isn't until he starts to thrust in and out of you that your eyes are open, you find his eyes are looking into yours aswell.

"i need to see it, please." it is a wonder you got your words out in between the moans of ecstasy, but it's a need, you need to see all of him.

aemond knows what you need, he doesn't need you to give him anymore. when he looks at you he knows that you won't say anymore, now you're too far gone to think about anything other than what you need.

he removes his eyepatch quickly, and throws it to were the pile of clothes resides, your eyes open once your hear the eyepatch hit the ground. your hands trace his scar, and eyes look into the sapphire one.

you're lost in his eyes but you do notice when he stops thrusting into you, something you never would've missed, "what?"

"you've always said you wanted to ride a dragon." he muses, and you cannot even understand how he's thinking abut his dragon at a time like this. aemond flips you two so you're on top now and your hands go to his chest to stable yourself, "so do it."

it takes you a moment to get used to the discomfort of your thighs before aemond taps your back to get you started. the rolling of your hips is slow at first, and aemonds head completely rolls to the side, not used to the feeling of you on top.

"so good, doing so well. avy jorrāelan." i love you. he knows you don't understand his breathless words, and he knows it will take you a while before you ever do. but, the way you're making him feel, the way you make him feel, nothing, no one will make him feel the way you do.

his words spur you on, and with all of your new found confidence you start to move up and down, your breasts bouncing with the new movement. his eyes don't leave your breasts, his eyes don't leave you. how could they ever?

he feels you tighten around him, but he doesn't chase his release as most do. he doesn't want this to end, he would rather die than remove himself from your warmth. but, once your movements on his cock become slower and more desperate he understands he has to take control.

his hips move up as you slump onto his chest, fucking into you from under you. your soft moans turn louder as your orgasm comes closer, "tatagon syt nyke." cum for me.

hearing him talk in high valyrian and the way he is pushing in and out of you became all too much, and when you feel him move in between both of your bodies to rub your clit once more you finally start to let go.

you cum around his cock, a feeling he is used to, but a feeling he will never get tired of. your overwhelming warmth and the feeling of your cum pooling around him makes his thrusts quick, and sloppier than ever.

he goes to pull out but you stop him and shake your head, wanting him to release inside of you.

you're completely satisfied when he makes no other effort to remove himself from within you, and when you feel his load shoot into you, there's nothing like it.

nothing you love more.

once you both come down from your highs you so desperately needed, he pulls out with a hiss and lays you next to him. putting his head on your chest, finding comfort in your heartbeat.

"thank you for this aemond, thank you for all of it. i never want it to end." you say, carding you're fingers through the ends of his hair, something he had always loved that you did.

"it never will, i will make sure of it."

his words surprise you and a smile breaks out on his face, "and how will you do that my prince?"

"you think they'll deny a prince?" you laugh at him, but aemond is fully serious. he was already planning on asking for a marriage pact between your families.

he was only a second son, why would they deny him the right to be happy?

"i am nothing but serious, you are to be a princess. my princess."

"your princess?" you ask, wanting to hear him say it once more. you know he is yours, and you are his, but hearing him say it stirs something deep within you.

"mine."

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