thinking about aventurine, sex with whom was a one night stand at first.
male reader, 18+, mdni, top male reader, alcohol use.
he didn't expect anything more or anything less when getting a little bit too tipsy with you on a night out. you know how this goes - cards, poker chips, a couple of cocktails on your table, and as the night progresses those cocktails turn into a bottle of wine, then of whisky... and before you know it, the chips are abandoned on the table and his credit card pays for a private suite upstairs, and your lips clash in the elevator as you taste the mix of everything you drank and ate tonight on each other's lips.
it's not you specifically, aventurine tells himself as he watches you tear his clothes off, your teeth and hands all over him. he was just feeling lonely, went along with the moment, he tries convincing himself, but you feel just a little bit too good rearranging his insides, moaning in his ear as he left little scratches on your back. and as you kept plunging into him, he couldn't even think or say anything besides "hmm! y/n... fuck, more, more..!"
and when he wakes up with sunlight on his face, and your arms around him, he panics. it was just a drunken mistake, everyone sleeps with their friends sometimes, he thinks, quickly dressing up and searching for his belongings within the mess of the room the two of you made. but when closing the door behind him, aventurine couldn't help but steal a glance at your peacefully sleeping form. downstairs, he paid for you both and ordered you the nicest breakfast in the room, not out of guilt, he tells himself, "just so his hangover is a bit better.."
and yet he finds himself thinking back to the encounter when nights get a little too lonely. he can't help himself but send you a message
"wanna play tonight? all on me."
the loser has to do whatever the winner wants. and the whole time you were both laughing, he clenched his fist under the table, breath barely noticeably hitching. and when you, unsurprisingly, lost the round, it was field day for aventurine.
his purple, charming eyes gaze in yours as he announces his wish, tongue gently running over his lips. "kiss me." voice echoing, trying really hard not to shake as the gambler tries desperately to keep up his facade of dominance, to hide the dreadful fear of rejection. and as your hands find themselves against his waist again, lips, teeth crashing, you mutter: "could've just asked me like a normal guy."
aventurine chuckles, that chuckle suddenly drowning out in a moan as his hands clutch to you in desperation, rubbing up against the hard on in your pants, growing more and more desperate. when you find yourself in his bed this time, he makes sure to treat you better, already prepped beforehand, shaved and waiting for you to fuck him over and over again all night long. cum on his face, body and hands, he can't even go to the shower, because once he does, pulls you in with him and moves on his knees.
this morning he doesn't run away, instead admiring the both of you in the mirror, tracing your handprints and hickeys on his pale body, cock getting hard all over again, just in time for you waking up.
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when he knows and you know he knows and he knows that you know he knows. you know?
My Familiar’s Ghost part 73
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ID: 1. Wide shot from the top of the stairs down into the foyer, where Laszlo stands with a hand cupped around his mouth, shouting upwards, 'House meeting!' 2. Shot looking down the upstairs hallway; waist up of Guillermo and Nandor as they step out of rooms on opposite sides at the same time and look up at each other in surprise. Nandor is wearing a brown diamond patterned sleeveless kaftan with a fur collar over a green tunic. Guillermo is wearing a red sweater with a darker lace diamond pattern over a black shirt with a cutaway collar, red gem studs gleaming from the top two buttons and his right earlobe. Two teardrop shaped red gems dangle from his left collar wing with a matching one on his left earlobe. 3. Close ups, panel split diagonally down the middle. On the left, a bust of Guillermo from a high angle, tinged blue but for his orange eyes looking upward. His cheeks are flushed and he looks mildly panicked, stuttering out an 'Um!' Behind him, images from the Panera scene flash by, fight scenes tinged red and their kiss tinged blue. On the right, a bust of Nandor from a low angle, tinged red. He looks down but keeps his chin up, setting his jaw and brow as he seems to realize Guillermo's knowledge has changed. Red tinged images of their fight continue on in the background. 4. Repeat of panel 2 as they both turn towards the viewer and start walking down the hallway, keeping as much distance from each other as they can. Nandor pulls both his arms over his chest and leans heavily toward the wall, glaring at it with a pout. Guillermo folds his right arm over his chest and holds his left up flat against his temple, palm facing him, to shield his gaze from Nandor as he stares at the opposite wall, face burning. /end ID
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† FRAT!BF JAKE HEADCANNONS - ©v6rus
⠀⠀ ⟡ cw: nsfw hcs athlete!jake, male reader, oral, unprotected sex, cheerleader!reader, car sex, jealousy, under the influence headcannon, riding.
♱ FRAT!JAKE who sees you in the stands at his games, cheering him on in a spare jersey of his. just seeing you with it on has him painfully hard for the rest of the game.
♱ FRAT!JAKE who fucks you in his car on the way back from the game, claiming he couldn't wait or he might die. needless to say, he has to carry you into the house after.
♱ FRAT!JAKE who, when you're at parties in his fraternity, keeps you close to him every moment, making sure you don't get sucked into a game of beer pong or — god forbid — truth or dare. he also makes sure heeseung doesn't get too close. ( he thinks hee is your ideal type simply because you used to have a small crush on him before you and jake started dating. spoiler: he's horribly wrong )
♱ FRAT!JAKE who bends you over the bathroom counter at that party, because you and heeseung talked a little too long for his liking. you can tell he's jealous with the way he asks if you think heeseung could make you come like he does. you're his boyfriend, only his.
♱ FRAT!JAKE who loses his goddamn mind when you give him head. when your tongue laps over his slit, his eyes roll back and he's cursing your name. bonus points if he's playing a game with his friends, because then his hand is in your hair, trying to be quiet as you suck him off.
♱ FRAT!JAKE who watches you practice your cheers, telling you how every single part of it was executed perfectly. sure, you think he's a liar, but it's cute that he's so happy to watch and give his — obviously biased — feedback.
♱ FRAT!JAKE who's horny when he's drunk. after you both get a bit of alcohol in your systems, he's begging you to ride him. and when you do, he comes inside of you.
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