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seriously why are all the fucking young sheldon tags just georgie cooper x reader. this is tumblr im ashamed of you people and your lack of pastor rob content. AND mary cooper for that matter. embarrassing as hell. do better.

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day barely even started and I already had to hear "thank you for being our wives, sisters, aunts" and "keep being women and giving birth and being delicate unlike us men" as compliments for international women's day

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An Excuse for Jealous Sex has me kicking my feet and twirling my hair 🤭😅. It's amazing!! I hope you don't mind, but I have wayyyyyyyy too many Horny Hozey thoughts and another request! I was thinking maybe a possessive Hozier fucking the reader in his sweater? He's so tall that he keeps having to push the sweater back up out of the way. Maybe a bunch of praise sprinkled throughout? Again, thank you so much for writing the jealousy request!! Your Hozier content is awesome!! 🫶🫶🫶

pairing: possessive hozier x fem! reader

genre: smut! 18+

wc: 789

cw: piv sex, no condom, fingering

a/n: They take me a minute to write, but i will get to your request (if i like it)

You looked through your closet, and rummaged through your drawers, but you didn’t have one clean sweater. It was below freezing out, and the cold was seeping into your and Andrew’s home. You walk downstairs to where he sat on the couch reading. “Andrew?”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, looking up from his book.

“Can I borrow a sweater?” He nodded and you went back upstairs, swiping a brown and green striped sweater from his closet. It was long enough that it went down to your thighs and covered your finger tips. You bound back downstairs and lean on his shoulder, reading something on your phone.

He instinctively wraps his arm around your waist, bunching up the thick fabric of the sweater. He looks down at you and takes a short breath. You look up at him, “Everything alright?” you ask softly.

“Yeah, you just look good in my clothes,” he hums, marking his place in his book and setting it down. He pulls your head up to meet his, “You look like mine.”

You blush softly when he says that, and lean into kiss him. “I am yours,” you smile. He pulls you onto his lap, pushing his hands up under your sweater, grabbing your sides, “I should wear your clothes more often.”

He nods and looks up at you, “Agreed,” he hums, before leaning into kiss your neck softly. You sigh softly and lean your head to the side, running your hands through his hair. He pushes his finger tips into the waistband of your shorts, “Can I?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah,” you say airily, raising your hips up so he could pull them off. He slips them off your legs, throwing them on the floor. He pulls his face from your neck and bunches the sweater at your waist so he could see you.

“So fuckin’ wet for me, babe,” he mumbles, running his hand up your leg. He brings his fingers to your heat and pushes one inside, chuckling softly as you moan at the intrusion. He brings his free hand down your leg, but the sweater falls to cover you again. He huffs and pushes it up.

He thrusts his finger inside of you for a bit until you begged, “Please, more,” hushed against his ear. He pushed in his middle finger and spread them inside of you. He alternated from scissoring his fingers to pressing against your g spot, loving the way you curled into him.

When he could feel you were close, he pulled his fingers out, much to your dismay. He moved your trembling body onto your hands and knees beside him. Running his hand up your back, he pushed your chest down to the couch. He leans down over you and quietly asks, “Is this okay?”

You nod quickly, “Yes, fuck,” you mumble into the cushions. He laughs quietly and kisses your head before straightening up behind you. He pushes up the sweater to see the swell of your ass, grabbing it in one hand. With the other, he ran his finger down the lips of your pussy, rubbing your clit teasingly. You press back against his teasing fingers, and he smirks at your desperation.

He undoes his pants, and pulls out his cock. He leans forward, “Ready?” he asks evilly. You nod and let out a string of pants and whines as he slowly slides inside of you. He holds your hips in place with one hand as he starts thrusting. The other pushing the sweater up your back so he can watch the globes of your ass bounce against him, “So pretty.”

He brings the hand on the sweater up to slide into your hair, gripping it tightly. He leans down next to your ear, letting you hear his grunts and moans.

You let out short moans in time with his thrusts, letting him manhandle your body as he fucks you. Your moans pick up as you get closer. Your jaw goes slack and you arch your back as you cum around him. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out of you.

He takes your face gently in his palm and turns your head to kiss him, “Good girl,” he mumbles, “You did so good for me.”

You smile softly and pull away, “Mhm, thank you.”

He turns you around, and picks you up. He peppers your face and neck with kisses as he takes you to bed.

#hozier #smut #hozier oneshot #hozier smut #hozier smut oneshot #hozier x reader #hozier big hands #rpf

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could you write something with jeff buckley? literally anything, nobody writes about him 😭

i have a few more requests to do before this one but YESSSSS THATS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FORRR

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An Excuse For Jealous Sex

pairing: dom!hozier x sub!reader

summary: A request for a jealous hozier and loving overstim, hope it’s what you asked for!

genre: smut!! 18+

word count: 1,785

cw: overstim, lots of overstim, oral sex f! receiving, use of sex toys, public sex, fingering, possessive hozier, begging piv w no condom mention (WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP!)

cw: i love getting requests! don’t feel afraid to send one in. My rules are linked here🫶

smut under the cut

You sat at the bar, looking into the glass of your swirling drink, bored out of your mind. Andrew had went to the bathroom, leaving you in the loud room alone. You play with one of the straps of your lacy tank top as you see a man walk up to where you’re sitting.

“What’s your name?” He shouts over the music and talking.

“Y/n,” you say, not asking for his.

“I’m Matt,” he says, shaking your hand, “Want a new drink?”

“No, I’m not done with this one,” you say trying to show you’re uninterested.

“Well that’s fine, we can go dance instead,” he offers.

“I’m sorry… Max, but I have a boyfriend,” you say as you feel an arm wrap around your waist. You feel a kiss on the top of your head and you smile up at Andrew.

“Oh, I didn’t know —“

“Well, good thing you know now,” Andrew says coolly. He turns you around to face him, “I think it’s time to go, yeah? It’s late,” he hums checking his watch. It was like 9 pm.

You smile, “Yeah, gotta work tomorrow,” you hum, taking his hand. Andrew leads you both out of the bar, shooting a smug look back at Mark… Mike? You roll your eyes, “You don’t have to be a dick.”

He wraps his arm around you tighter as you both walk through the city back to your apartment. “What? Do you think he could treat you better?” he asks condescendingly.

You see what he’s doing, and tonight you wanted to egg him on a bit. You shrug, “Mhm, maybe.”

Instead of answering, he turns into an alleyway with you.

“This isn’t the way home,” you quip.

He doesn’t answer and instead pushes you against a wall, “You’re gonna have to be quiet,” he murmurs against your ear. He kisses your neck softly, making his way down your body as he gets on his knees. He pushes your form fitting skirt up to your waist and kisses your thighs softly. He looks up at you lustfully as he hooks his fingers in your underwear.

You whine as a the cold air hits your cunt, “Shhhhhh,” Andrew hums, smirking. He sucks a mark into your thigh, and drags his tongue from the new bruise to your pussy. The stubble on his cheeks scratches your legs as he goes. He licks between the folds slowly and teasingly, making you moan a little louder.

You press your hand over your mouth, and your other grips onto his hair as he teases you with his tongue. He hums and goes into suck on your clit, circling it with his tongue. You arch your back and gasp at the feeling. Andrew holds your hips into place as he eats you out mercilessly. Your moans grow louder, even though they’re muffled by your hand.

He presses you against tthe wall harder and continues working you with his mouth. Your body shakes over him as you cum in his face without warning. He sucks again, making you shiver before pilling away. He fully slips your panties down your legs and stashes them in his pocket.

He stands up, making sure to steady you, “You alright?” He asks, fixing your skirt.

You nod sleepily. He walks home with you, making sure to keep you awake.

When you get home, he leads you upstairs, stripping you down, “Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees,” he whispers into your ear. He leads you down to the position, “I love seeing you like this,” he hums before running his hand up your back.

You shiver at his touch, pushing back against him, “What to do with you?” he mumbles to himself before stepping away and going to the closet. He rummages through a box quickly before coming back with a vibrator wand. You look over your shoulder just as he switches it on.

While it’s buzzing, he puts it against your thigh lightly and you gasp. He runs it up your thigh, over your ass, and down the other thigh. He brings it slowly to your inner thigh, tediously bringing it up to your heat. As it makes contact with your clit, you whimper softly. “Oh, baby, it’s only on the lowest setting,” he chuckles lowly.

He raises the setting once and lets you revel in the vibrations, while rubbing your back reassuringly. You mewl against the bedspread, your face smashed on its side into the purple duvet. You rubs your hips against the toy, expecting him to pull it away. Instead, he raises the vibration again. “Fuck, Andrew, I’m close,” you warm him. He shushes you and presses the vibrator against you firmly.

Your body aches as you cum, your core becoming more sensitive as he keeps the toy pressed against you. You look back shakily and say, “I… I came.”

“I know, baby,” He says, kissing your hips as he lowers the vibrations, “Lay back down,” he commands softly. He starts to rub your cunt with the toy, setting it to start and stop pattern. You let out a broken gasp, burying your face in your arms. He intensifies the vibrations in the pattern. You arch your back, pushing your hips back into the vibrator, your pleasure intensifying.

You climax again, letting out a raw moan. He finally shuts off the toy, setting it on the bedside table. He rolls you onto your back, chuckling as he sees the wrecked state of you, “Color?” he asks.

You smile up at him, “Green,” you confirm. He smirks and runs his hands down your torso, stopping at your tits to pinch your nipples quickly. He snickers as you gasp. He brings his hand down further, ending at your core. He runs his fingers over your heat, circling your clit slowly.

You stagger a bit, “I already came like three times tonight,” you say softly.

“Who said I was done with you, princess? I haven’t even got to claim you,” He hums, leaning over you to kiss and suck at your neck, his stubble tickling your cheek. You sigh quietly as his fingers slip into you, prodding gently at your g-spot. You begin moving your hips in tandem with his hand, your pants and gasps picking up.

He brings his head up to yours, ghosting his lips above yours before he moves to stand in front of you. He pushes your legs up with his free hand, “You behave so good for me,” he mumbles, his finger movements becoming more intense.

Your moans become choked sobs you feel the painful tugging in your abdomen again. He still doesn’t let up, allowing you to chase your orgasm one more time. You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed of the mess you’re about to make. He pulls your hands away from your face, “I wanna see that pretty face.”

You look up at him, your eyes blurry with tears. You let out a sob as you fall off the edge. He stills his fingers, not taking them out, “Color?” he asks, slightly out if breath.

You lay there for a moment, your legs lax at your sides, trying to catch your breath. “Green,” you say quietly, closing your eyes.

Andrew leans down to kiss you before pulling his pants and boxers off, still wearing the dress shirt he wore before. Now his first few buttons were hastily undone. He pushes his hips against yours, angling himself so he can finally push his length into your sensitive warmth. He lets out a low groan as he does.

He stays there for a second, allowing both of you to adjust, “You don’t know how much I need you, Princess,” he pants as he begins to thrust. He buries himself in your chest, grabbing and sucking on your tits. Worshiping you.

You hold his hair tightly as you whimper. The painful tug in your stomach coming to you quickly, “Please, please, please,” you ramble incoherently.

He brings his callused thumb down to rub at your throbbing clit. You yelp as he does, already overwhelmed by pleasure. He smirks, only circling his thumb around your clit three times before you cum on him again. You claw at his back, letting out sobs of pleasure. He slows down to a stop so you can catch your breath.

“Fuck, Andrew, fuck…” you mumble, not being able to say anything more.

“I haven’t come yet baby,” he whispers in your ear, beginning to move again. You pant softly, your walls sensitive to every move. You tug at the bedsheets, trying to distract from the overwhelming sensitivity in your cunt.

When his strokes become frantic is when you start to moan loudly again. He holds your hips tightly, pounding you relentlessly. You lose yourself in the feeling, the pain becoming pleasure again. You bring your hand down to rub your clit roughly, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, again.”

He thrusts deeper into you, reveling in your sweet noises. He cums deep inside of you, a deep groan coming from his chest as he does. You cum around his cock, squeezing around him.

“Again, lemme go again,” you babble, “wanna cum again, please, please,” you beg, carding your hands through Andrew’s hair.

He laughs at your state, kissing you quickly, “You wanna cum again?” he asks, “Was this not enough?” He asks, pulling his cock out of you.

“Need it, just one more, fuck please,” you plead, looking up at him with your desperate, teary eyes.

He hums softly, mulling it over in his head. He leans down to kiss your lips deeply, “One more time,” he says. He kneels in front of you again, like he did earlier in the night, and runs his tongue up your thigh and to your cum soaked heat. He licks in between your folds, tasting himself there and humming. He looks up at you as he takes your clit between his lips, sucking and flicking his tongue on it.

You pant as he kisses cunt, his arms around the place where your hips end and your legs begin. He lets his tongue leave the suction cup of his lips, to lick your folds. You hump his face as you grow closer, the pain being traded for pleasure once more. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you,” you mumble, “thank you, I love you.”

As he listens to your babbling, he chuckles against your pussy, sending you over the edge again. You cum on his face with a high pitched cry. You hold his head in place as he eats you through it. He pulls back and leaves kisses to your thighs as you calm down. “Let’s take a bath,” he hums.

#hozier #smut #hozier oneshot #hozier smut #hozier smut oneshot #hozier x reader

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not to enforce gender roles but a computer should NOT fucking have apps okay. if I wanted an app I'd go on my phone my laptop is for Programs. I mean this.

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Hi, do you have ao3?

Yes I do!!! my user is Funlovingandnormal. I don’t have any other works over there, but I’ve been posting my writings there.

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girls will be like "this is my comfort character" and then show you a criminal minds character (nothing good has ever happened to them)

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I just wanted to let you know that your hozier content FEEDS us. like i eat it up every time you post. Also, do you take requests?? If not then just disregard the rest of this 😅. Maybe a jealous hozier where somebody flirts with reader in a pub? Kinda like a "he can't pleasure you like I can" or something like that with maybe some loving overstim?? Again, sorry if your not taking requests!! I also did't see a list of rules or anything, so I'm sorry if this goes against them!!

You can find this request here🫶

Not sure when this was sent, I don’t check very often, but YES‼️‼️‼️I love, love, love!! getting requests. I’m working on this request rn, and will leave a link at the top when I do it, but I thought I’d use this to lay out what I’ll do w future requests/asks.

There are no hard no’s other than non/con or gore. I probably won’t do any mlm either. It’s not my experience and I don’t want to sexualized gay men. I’m keeping it fem! reader or gn!reader. Everything else is fair game. If I think a particular request doesn’t fit the character it’s with, I will probably just ignore it.

I write smut, but I can write fluff👍

I have written for Hozier and Saltburn, but I’m willing to write for House M.D., Criminal Minds, Jeff Buckley, Twilight, Death Note and various celebrities/real people.Just send a DM to see if I’d write for them :)). (This list will be updated)

I’m also in the process of posting my fics on ao3, so you can read them there if you’re interested.

Anyway, happy asking‼️‼️

#Smut #request #send asks #hozier #saltburn #house m.d. #criminal minds #jeff buckley #twilight #rpf

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3 am

pairing: hozier x sleepy! reader

summary: blurb!! late night fingering after a long day

genre: smut 18+

word count: 453

cw: he’s so in love w you, sleepy vaginal fingering

author’s note: go read my saltburn fanfiction pleaseeeeeee. its pinned🫶🫶🫶

smut under the cut

It was 3 am on a Saturday morning, Friday night. Whatever you call it. And Andrew was enraptured by you. He’d been enraptured by you for months now, having been dating you for nearly nine. Friday night, he took you dancing, then to dinner. Something you’d been talking about for weeks, and he wanted nothing more than to see you smile. Or to see your hair fly behind you as you twirled, or your dress to spin with you. The force of you pulled him in.

When you got home, you blew him (extra spit) and rode him as a job well done. It was perfect, as it always is with you. You had fallen asleep in eachother’s arms, but now he’s awake again. That wasn’t too bad though, he got to stroke your hair while you rested.

Your heavy eyes begin to flutter, a grumble of “what time is it?” falling from between your lips.

Andrew kisses your forehead lightly, “3:30?” he guesses.

You groan, exhausted, pushing yourself closer to him. You lean up and kiss him softly, humming as you both refuse to pull away. Andrew wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer. You gasp as you feel him pressed against you.

He pushes his hand down your side and hovers over the elastic your underwear, “Mnmf, please?” you mumble quietly against him. He pushes his hand into your panties slowly and rubs circle around your clit, you melting like putty in his hands.

He pushed his middle finger inside of you, his palm pressed against your clit. Your quiet whines turning into louder moans as he touched you. You bring your hand down to his boxers, “Lemme…” you trail off.

“It’s okay,” Andrew hums, steering your hand from his boxers to his waist. He pushes his ring finger inside of you aswell, causing you to fold into him, letting out labored breaths.

He rubs your g-spot with his fingers and your clit with your palm, sending you into overdrive. Your face scrunches up as he works you with one hand, shushing and comforting you as he does. With a few more rubs, you cum on his hands.

You look up at him with sleepy eyes, blinking slowly. He pulls his hand out of your damp underwear and goes to lick his fingers. Before he does, you take his wrist and suck his middle finger into your mouth, fluttering your eyelashes languidly. You pull his finger out with a quiet, yet obscene pop! and relax into his arms again.

His hand returns to your hair and he strokes your hair until you fall asleep in his arms again. His eyes finally flutter closed as he succumbs to sleep.

#hozier #hozier oneshot #hozier smut #smut #hozier big hands #hozier smut oneshot #hozier x reader #blurb #saltburn #saltburn smut #farleigh start x reader #farleigh start

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whoah bro your boobs are looking so masculine today

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meet penis from my new cartoon "steamboat penis" where the titular character penis pilots a boat shaped like a penis right into some sharp rocks killing himself and all other 42 passengers on board

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The Summer of 2005

pairing: Bottom! Farleigh Start x Dom! Reader x Dom! Eddie

summary: You’re invited to Saltburn and you have tension with both Eddie and Farleigh.

genre: SMUT SMUTTT 18+

word count: 2,779

cw: A little bit of edging, all three of you are WHORES, dirty talking, face sitting. oral sex f! and m! receiving, threesome

author’s note: I characterized eddie from the two lines of dialouge we get abt him in the movie. Also he looks like heath ledger w bleach blonde hair so imagine that.

“You should come to Saltburn over to summer,” Venetia says one day during math. Taking a look at her paper showed the doodles scattered across it.

“Why?”

“Felix brings home people every year. It should be my turn,” she shrugs.

After graduation that year, you ride with Venetia to Saltburn in one of their brand new cars. Venetia turns to you, “Didn’t you meet Felix last year?” You shake your head, “That’s fine, he’s easy to get on with. And then there’s Farleigh, don’t let him too close. Then whoever Felix brings from Oxford.”

As you roll up to the castle, you climb out of the car and look at the acres of land before you. A butler takes your bags from you silently and you try to thank him but he’s already half way to the manor. You and Venetia walk through the huge doors and are greeted by Duncan.

“Duncan, don’t be too scary to her,” Venetia calls out as she brushes by him. “Lemme show you your room,” she says, taking your hand and leading you through the halls.

“Vee, this is insane,” you say, looking at the historical paintings lining the walls.

“It feels smaller when you’ve lived here forever,” she gallops up the stairs and leads you through your bedroom and bathroom.

After the tour, she leaves you to settle into your room. You hear a knock on the doorframe and turn around quickly. A tall man is leaning against the doorframe, looking you up and down, “Are you Venetia’s?” He asks, walking toward you. “I didn’t think she’d bring home something this pretty. She usually wants the attention herself,” he hums, pushing a piece of hair out of your face.

You don’t know how to respond to this backwards compliment so you land on, “Thanks..?”

He chuckles, “No problem,” he takes your hand in his, “Farleigh,”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll see you at dinner,” he backs away and looks you up and down one more time, “We dress up.” He turns and leaves, leaving you staring at where he used to be.

At dinner that night, you were sat between Farleigh and Venetia. You looked across the table and saw Felix and the friend he brought. He had tan, freckled skin and bleached wavy hair. He wore a colorful silk shirt, taking the “we dress up” memo strangely.

“Why don’t you introduce your friends?” Elsbeth suggests.

Felix gestures to his friend, “This is Eddie, met him at uni this year,” Eddie glances up from his dinner at you quickly and smirks as Venetia introduces you to the family.

“We’ve already met,” Farleigh says under his breath.

You take a bite of your food, but choke a little when you feel a hand brush against your thigh. You look over to the culprit and he’s smirking looking down at his food. You can see him trying to hold back a chuckle.

You take his hand in yours and move it up ever so slightly. He looks over to you and tuts, pulling his hand away.

“Dick,” you mumble under your breath.

The next day, you, Eddie, Venetia, Felix, and Farleigh were hanging out at the lake. Venetia on the dock, Felix and Farleigh in the water, and you and Eddie lying on the grass. You look at his resting face glistening in the sun, his bleached hair making a halo around his face. You watched as his wet eyelashes fluttered open and he turned his head to you. “Something interesting?” he asks, his voice low in his chest.

You blink at his question, caught off guard by him, “Uh, no, sorry,” you say, turning your head forward again.

He stays looking at you, “It’s okay, really. I like being looked at,” he smiles.

You sit up and look down at him, laughing softly, “Maybe you’re just full of yourself.”

“Maybe I am,” he hums, sitting up too.

His hazel eyes bore a hole into you as he looks at your sun-kissed face.

You bite your lip, not knowing what to say and get up. “I’m getting in the lake.”

He watches you walk off and hums, lying on his back again.

The next few weeks went like that, stolen moments with Farleigh and Eddie. You knew Venetia would freak if she heard about a possible thing with Farleigh, but with Eddie she learned every detail. About him putting his hand on your back while the two of you were in the kitchen, how he pulled your hair into a ponytail for you when you said you were getting hot, how his hands breached the hem of your cropped shirts one too many times.

But the hands in your hair during movie night had to stay a secret between you and Farleigh. As did closeness in the lake. And the hands on your hips while dancing.

Elsbeth insisted on throwing a big birthday party for one of their distant relatives or something. Neither Felix or Venetia knew exactly who it’s for.

The morning of the party, Venetia insists on taking you out to shop for something to wear. You land on a red dress that ends high up on your thigh. It’s low cut with off the shoulder sleeves, and is low on your back.

Your hair is down, cascading on your shoulders and framing your face. You walk downstairs with Venetia to the party, glancing around at the people dancing and chatting. You make your way to the kitchen, getting a cup of punch, which smelled strong. You stand in the corner, swaying to the music, and sipping from your cup as you watch Farleigh make his way to you.

He leans down condescendingly, “What, not your scene?”

“It’s alright, I’m just not at ragers like this much,” you shrug, taking another sip.

Farleigh chuckles, “Yeah, I can tell. That’s a nice dress though,” he hums. He brings his hand up to take the fabric of your sleeves between his fingers, “Fits you perfectly.”

Your face heats up and you look up at him. Just as you retort, somebody comes up to the both of you. “Eddie needs you two,” they say loudly, pulling both you and Farleigh to a room at the far side of the house.

The guy opens the door and shoves the two of you in there, locking it from the outside. You scoff and turn to see Eddie relaxed, sitting on the bed. His metallic shirt opened half way somewhat tucked into his pants. He ran a hand through the short waves of his hair and looks at the two of you. “They trapped me in here too.”

“Shit,” you say to yourself, turning to try the door. Eddie comes up behind you, to try it too. His hips accidentally brush against your back and you gasp softly. You feel your face burning up as he looks down at you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, stepping back.

You look up at him, “It’s fine,” you say, going to sit on the foot of the bed. Eddie crawls onto the bed and rests against the headboard, his arms behind his head. Farleigh plops onto a chair across from the bed.

“This is going to be a long night,” Farleigh huffs, playing with one of his curls.

You look back at Eddie, “Why are you wearing shoes on the bed?”

“Not like anyone has slept in it in the past century,” Eddie laughs. You shoot him a look, and he takes them off, dropping them on the floor.

Farleigh hums, “Do you think we’re gonna be in here til morning?”

Eddie smirks, “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” You roll your eyes at his presumption. He sits up a bit and leans over to you, “Can you imagine how many Victorian people fucked on this bed?”

You laugh softly, “Gross, I don’t even want to think about those old people fucking.” You look back at Eddie and smile.

“Have you ever thought about it?” Farleigh asks you, leaning forward in his chair.

“What? Old people fucking? Or fucking on this bed?” You ask.

Eddie hums, “Well, we’re here now.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “If you guys wanna fuck me you should just say it,” you say, shooting a glance back at Eddie, then one to Farleigh.

Farleigh smirks and comes up to where you’re sitting. He braces a hand next to you on the bed and leans down to be face to face with you. “I want to fuck you,” he says quietly. You smirk and kiss him deeply. His hands card through your hair as he guides you to lay down.

You wrap your arms around his neck, getting lost in the kiss. Farleigh looks up for a moment and makes eye contact with Eddie. As he does, his kisses trail down your body. He bites at the expensive fabric of your dress. His hands snake up your legs, his fingers prodding the hem, “Can I?” he asks softly.

You nod.

He bites his lip to contain a grin and pushes the hem of your dress up to your waist, showing off your lacy underwear. His fingers rub against your clit from the outside of your underwear, eliciting a moan from you. “All worked up from a little makeout session, too cute,” he hums, kissing your inner thigh, “Or maybe, you like the audience?”

Eddie slides down beside you, kissing you softly. He reaches his arm to your side to work on the zipper of your dress. His kisses are slower than Farleigh’s, whose were much more commanding, but Eddie’s still had an undercurrent of dominance to them. He finally got the zipper down, and by now, Farleigh had your underwear around your ankles, chunky heels still on. Farleigh licked your thighs before diving in between your legs, taking your clit between his lips and sucking.

You moan into Eddie’s mouth, your hands traveling from his hair to underneath his metallic shirt. He groans softly as he slips your dress off your shoulder, leaving your chest bare for his hands to explore. He ran one of his hands over your chest, stopping to play with your nipples.

Your hands move from his hair to his jaw, down his chest and to the front of his black jeans. You rub his hard cock from the outside of his pants, making him groan louder against you, “Fuck, baby.”

You pull away from his lips for second, “Hold on,” you pant. You grip Farleigh by the hair and pull his face away from your pussy, “Flip over,” you demand.

Farleigh grips your hips, lifting you up and flipping you on your front. He pulls off your shoes and slides your dress off completely before slotting himself underneath you. He presses his flat tongue against your clit to pull a truly pornographic sound from you.

You loop your fingers into the belt loops of his pants, pulling him over to you. Eddie hums and undoes his belt buckle with one hand, dropping it on the floor beside the bed. He slid underneath you, undoing his pants quickly. You kiss his thighs and pull his cock out of his boxers. He moans softly at the contact, his hands going to grip the sheets. You spit on your hand and stroke him slowly, relishing in his little noises. Once his knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets, you sink your mouth down onto his cock. You swirl your tongue around his tip, then take him deeper, “Uuugh, fuck,” he draws out.

You take his cock deeper in your throat, stroking what you can’t reach with your hand. You bob your head quickly, holding his hips down with his other hand. You moan around him, pushing your hips against Farleigh’s face harder. Your sucks become harsher, pulling obscene noises from him. He grips your hair, careful not to push you too far, “You’re good at that,” he pants.

His grip tightens, telling you he’s about to cum. You look up at him with sinful eyes as your tongue swirls around him. “Shit,” he grunts out when he cums down your throat.

You swallow around him and pull off, pulling him in by the neck to kiss you. You moan softly as you change positions on top of Farleigh’s face. You grind down on him, your clit bumping into his nose. “Oh, fuck,” you moan, humping his face faster. You cum on his mouth with a shudder.

You pull yourself off of his face, “You alright, baby?” you ask a panting Farleigh.

“Never better,” he smiles, looking up at you from his fantastic view. You giggle and pull him up through your legs so he was in the center of the bed. His pants and underwear are crumpled up on his thighs, and he was hard.

“Awe baby, were you desperate?” you ask, going to sit on his thighs.

“Huh — what do you mean?” he asks, taken aback by the line of questioning.

“You couldn’t wait to have your dick touched, so you had to touch yourself, huh?”

“You taste so good I couldn’t help it.”

“You just need to be told what to do all the time, or else you won’t behave. Is that right?”

He’s caught on by now, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Are you going to behave, Farleigh?”

“No…?”

You spit in your hand and slowly wrap your hand around his aching cock, “Don’t you wanna be my good boy?”

He whined as you stroked him. He bit his lip for a second before whining out, “Fuck, yes.”

“Do you want me to ride your cock?” you ask. He nods fervently, “Then beg.”

“Please y/n, please ride me. I’ll be your good boy,” He begs, quickly after you command him. “Please, I’ll behave.”

You giggle, “How cute is that, Eddie?”

“It’s pathetic, really,” Eddie hums. Farleigh whines and covers his face with his hands. You coo and take his wrists in your hands, pulling them away from his face.

“Don’t hide your face, pretty boy,” you say soothingly, sitting down on his cock slowly. His breath gets caught in his throat as you encapsulate him in your warmth. His hands immediately find purchase on your hips, not guiding you but trying to ground himself.

Eddie crawls over next to you, and your head turns to face him. “Look at him,” he coos quietly to you. He takes your chin in his hand, and gently turns your head to look down at the whimpering boy beneath you. “Farleigh,” he says lowly, his tone commanding attention.

Farleigh looks over to him, his face having a light sheen of sweat on it, “Yeah?” he grunts.

“Do you know what your purpose is right now?” He asks, pushing Farleigh’s hair out of his face.

Farleigh furrows his brow, “Tell me,” he pants out quietly, throwing his head back when you bounce on him faster.

“It’s to make y/n feel good,” Eddie says, replacing Farleigh’s hands on your hips with his own. “Touch her.”

Farleigh bites his lip, his hand grabbing one of your tits. He ran his thumb across your nipple and squeezed lightly. “Does that feel good?” Eddie asks you, his face mere inches from your ear.

You whimper softly as Eddie slows your bouncing to slow grinding. Both you and Farleigh whine in desperation. You place your hand on Farleigh’s chest, grinding down harder on him. He looked up at you and whimpered, begging you to start bouncing again.

Farleigh tries to push his hips up, but Eddie grips his jaw, “You slut, you stay still. Make my good girl cum, let her use you,” he growls. The flush on your cheeks grows hotter and moves down your chest. Your orgasm growing closer and closer until Farleigh rubs your clit with his thumbs. After only a few flicks you’re done for.

You moan loudly as your body convulses on top of the tall man under you. “Fuck, thank you,” you pant out, leaning down to kiss Farleigh deeply. He groans and tries to push his hips up again desperately.

You sit up and turn to kiss Eddie as well. He hums and runs his fingers through your sweaty hair, “Good girl,” he mumbles, pulling away.

Eddie hears the doorknob jiggle before either of you two. He rips one of the pillows off the bed and presses it against your body before the door flies open, “Oh, shit!” someone laughs from the other side of the door. You hide your face in your hands, pressing the pillow against you tighter.

“Get the fuck outta here!” Eddie shouts, throwing one of your heels at the already shutting door.

#saltburn #farleigh start #farleigh start x reader #threesome #smut #felix catton x reader #pre canon

[fvckingwolfstar]

i dunno man it’s kind of fucked up that the new year starts straight after this one finishes. can’t we have a break. why does it have to be so relentless

[fvckingwolfstar]

we're running out of time to fuck it we ball....