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bethanydelleman · 2 years

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Mary and Henry Crawford’s Flawed Moral Codes

I believe that in general, people who do bad things justify it to themselves and find a way to feel like what they are doing is normal. People don’t want to be evil, they want to convince themselves that they are good/normal. An Austen villain like Wickham’s moral code is probably pretty simple, something like, “I deserve it so I should have it.” But with the Crawfords it’s far more complex, which is part of the reason why they are such interesting characters and why I get so angry when people think Henry is just a cheating cheater who cheats (his flaw is vanity not lust!).

As a preface, I am not excusing Henry or Mary’s behaviour, I am trying to understand the psychology of their characters.

For background, Henry and Mary are orphans who have been raised in a fairly broken home. Admiral Crawford and his wife hate each other and it seems fair to suppose by Admiral Crawford’s actions after his wife’s death, that he probably had a mistress/affairs and wasn’t even kind enough to be discreet. Mrs. Crawford, according to Mary, was miserable. The Crawford’s upbringing and the fact that they have mostly lived in London, are important to their characters according to the narrator.

Both siblings don’t seem to really think that love exists, which is the basis for their behaviour.

Mary is mercenary, she plans to marry high and she knows that she can with her beauty, education, and wealth. This is because she thinks love is either fake or fleeting, so you might as well just take the most wealth and put your faith in that instead. She tries for Tom first, but when she fails, she finds herself falling for Edmund. Mary finds a charm “in his sincerity, his steadiness, his integrity”. She spends the rest of the novel struggling against her inclinations (marry for wealth) and her growing understanding that Edmund is actually a good person and she would be happy married to him, wealth or not. This is because she knows Edmund would never do to his wife what Admiral Crawford did to her aunt. But as she can’t totally abandon her ideas of what her life should have been, she pushes him to change professions and conform to her idea of happiness.

Mary actually does give in and decide to marry Edmund, but he doesn’t propose before Tom gets sick and Henry and Maria elope. After that, their marriage is impossible. It does seem like Mary learns something from the experience, and determines not to marry until she finds a man as upright as Edmund. But she also wants a first son, so the lesson is only half learned.

As for Henry, we can assume from the other novels, and from Mary’s account of her friends, Mrs. Fraser and Lady Stornaway, that he’s been surrounded by mercenary fortune hunters for most of his life. He has watched women pretend to be in love with wealthy men just to marry them, which we see in P&P with Caroline Bingley. But he also isn’t handsome and he knows it, which may increase his perception that women are only interested because he’s rich. He likely sees his flirtations as fair game, if women use love as a weapon why can’t he make it a toy? We also know he doesn’t believe that he does lasting damage, he thinks Maria’s feelings should already be gone.

I can kind of see his point. Maria is engaged to a man she doesn’t even like. She hates Rushworth, but she goes through with it because he’s rich. It sounds like Mary’s friends have done the same thing, and that was what Mary was also planning to do. It makes sense that these women’s “love” would be fleeting because it is manufactured. Also, unlike some other Jane Austen characters, we have no evidence that Henry would actually sleep with/ruin an unmarried woman. He flirts with Maria because she is sexually unavailable, not in spite of it. He did take advantage of the play, but I really feel the Bertrams were never in real danger physically. As Mary said, they just were in danger of having their hearts broke. This is also probably part of Henry’s justification of himself and why he thinks he isn’t doing real or lasting damage.

All of this also explains why Mary defends Fanny from Henry but also gives in pretty easily. Mary knows that Fanny isn’t the sort of girl to pretend to be in love, she doesn’t “deserve” to be tricked. But, since neither of the Crawfords believe love is real or that flirtation does lasting damage, Mary is soon convinced that a little attention may do Fanny good. I think Henry is sincere when he regrets toying with Fanny later, because she is a type of woman he didn’t believe existed, one who isn’t in love with money and who has moral integrity.

Again, this is why Mansfield Park is a tragedy, because it’s just sad that Henry and Mary are this cynical. It’s sad that Mary is in love, but wishes that Tom will die because of her conviction that money (not a person who would never hurt her) is the best recipe for happiness. It’s sad that one of Henry’s many reasons for wanting to marry Fanny is that he could actually trust her. Has he really met so few people in his life that he finds worthy of trust?

Lastly, because I must address it at some point, would Henry have cheated on Fanny? I think it’s a complex question. Henry does not want to marry, probably because it would make flirting much harder (he calls marriage, “Heaven’s last best gift“ implying it will ruin all his fun). Maria thinks Henry will propose, which he literally can’t do once he’s married to Fanny. So what did he think marriage would look like? He might have carried on with his emotional affairs and just switched to married women. He might have a mistress or something like that (especially since sex and faithfulness are separate in his mind). However, he also has a saviour attitude towards Fanny. He wants to see her happy. I don’t think he’d openly do something to make her miserable and his flirting thing would make Fanny miserable.

I think Henry would probably find another outlet for his charming vanity game, such as going into politics. And yes, that is slightly terrifying given his morality, but remember that in Jane Austen’s world, both John Willoughby and Sir Walter Elliot have seats in parliament. JA’s England is already screwed.

To summarize, Henry doesn’t think he’s a bad person for flirting because love isn’t real and the women he messes with deserve it. Mary thinks men will treat her poorly no matter what, so she might as well be rich. Their worldviews and moral codes reflect their fake and cruel upbringing and the people they have associated with until coming to Mansfield.

#mansfield park #jane austen #henry crawford #mary crawford #long one #fanny price #vanity not lust #Rushworth is lust actually #Henry and Mary are fascinating characters #No matter what Henry's morality is I want to be read into a Shakespeare trance #Not justified but explained

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viviennescorner · 2 months

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❥𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

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onceuponmykpop · 9 days

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BTS as The Seven Deadly Sins

Introduction -

There are Seven main characters, each representing one of the seven deadly sins.

Seokjin as Gluttony

Yoongi as Sloth

Hoseok as Greed

Namjoon as Envy

Jimin as Lust

Taehyung as Pride

Jungkook as Wrath.

- Set the stage for a supernatural world where these sins coexist and have their own agendas.

Conflict -

A series of mysterious murders start happening in the city, victim each appearing to have been killed by a different sin.

- The BTS members each start experiencing strange occurrences that align with their respective sins, causing confusion and fear among them.

Point-

The group realizes that they are being targeted by a powerful force that wants to eliminate them for embodying the sins. They must come together and use their unique powers to uncover the truth behind the killings and protect themselves from the threat.

Climax -

Through a series of intense battles and revelations, the group discovers that they are pawns in a larger supernatural game, where forces of good and evil are fighting for control of the sins. - They must make a choice to either embrace their sins and join the fight, or reject them and side with the forces of good.

Resolution.-

The BTS members come to terms with their own flaws and their virtues, understanding that balance between darkness and light is necessary for harmony.

- They use their powers to defeat the true villain behind the killings, restoring peace to the city and earning their place as protectors of both sin and righteousness.

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kylezegoofygoobergabber · 2 months

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Not really art but i made symbols for the 7 deadly sins and simplified versions but, I used card symbols for most of them (cause there only 4) and I turned the upside down since they are represented for demonic sins and made represent their TRUE meaning not the ones that have made by 21st century (hint to envy and sloth being dumped down into laziness and jealousy)

(when sloth means to scared or to sad to do things and while envy means up you want to destroy what everything that is good about someone your envious of)

And so here what the cards mean

♠︎ | Spades-death, intelligence,winter

♣︎ | Clubs-creativity,good heath,summer

♦︎ | Diamonds-money (no duh),material,autumn

♥︎ | Hearts-love,growth,spring

#symbols #art #sybolism #7 deadly sins #vanity #sloth #wrath #gluttony #lust #greed #envy #pick a card #hearts #spades #clubs #diamonds #please get some attention 🙏🏻

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angeliquefashion · 2 months

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Lolita coords inspired by the 7 Deadly Sins

#lolita #lolita fashion #fashion #fashion collage #egl fashion #7 deadly sins #seven deadly sins #sins #wrath #envy #greed #vanity #avarice #sloth #gluttony #lust

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 1 year

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Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss Theory: Why The Elevator Doesn't Go To The 8th & 9th Rings

[Note: Reading This Post Is Optional, but please Don’t Reblog Without Permission.]

we know that there are the Seven Rings, the Pride Ring, Wrath Ring, Lust Ring, Envy Ring, Sloth Ring, Greed Ring and Gluttony Ring...

and then there is the 8th and 9th rings, The Melancholy Ring and The Vanity Ring...maybe it be like Encanto, "we don't talk about bruno"...(by the way I do love that movie) but instead of "Bruno"...it's "we don't talk about Melancholy & Vanity." Lucifer rules the Pride Ring, Sathanas rules the Wrath Ring, Asmodeus rules the Lust Ring, Leviathan rules the Envy Ring, Beelzebub rules the Gluttony Ring, Belphegor rules the Sloth ring and Mammon rules the Greed ring...

but the queston is, who are the two who would be ruling the Melancholy Ring & Vanity Ring...?

also I want to say this, that if Asmodeus (not talking about the one from the show who goes by the nickname Ozzie.) if he is said to have been like a cambian born from a Succubus and King David.... wouldn't that make Asmodeus my Grunkle...? should I be calling him "Grunkle Ozzie" XD

and wouldn't that mean that he is like the big brother of King Solomon...?, which I don't think it's really a bad thing I'm a descendant of Solomon, I mean I know that I'm from the line that can't take that throne, and I'm also a descendant of his son Rehoboam.

but not being able to to take that throne, is more of a blessing rather than a curse.

so play the song "The Joke Is On You" by Niki Watkins. yeah I'm weird and a Earth Angel who thinks it's a blessing to be a descendant of that line. plus there is that whole having ethereal things that go into "flame mode" when I get really mad, and the whole habit of them hugging around me whenever I'm upset or nervous.

which of course I got that info from asking about it by using my pendulum, and I'm still making sure not to use the pendulum too much. I know half of the time my pendulum can pull pranks on me or give me like half-truths... I'm not really sure about the whole having a ethereal lion tail and deer antlers is true or not, I mean maybe those two were pranks...? but I guess having ethereal wings, lion tail and deer antlers, could be a trait that some Earth Angels have.

plus it might be possible I don't have some form of ethereal flowers in my hair, maybe I can try using my pendulum and try to ask one of the Archeia about it. I mean I could try, but it is possible a prank answer can end up replying instead....so maybe I will wait a while to do that... plus for all I know, my soul name being "Small Lilith" could be a prank, I guess I can try to ask one of the Archeia about that as well.

anyway back to the whole 8th and 9th rings, in theory those two rings could have their own rulers but they aren't really famous or popular, because they aren't very well known, not even by those who are Hellborns who live in the other rings. even if Sinners can't really go to the other rings and have to stay in the Pride Ring, in theory they could probably find a loophole that can let them go to Melancholy Ring and Vanity Ring.

so the only rings they would be able to go to and live in, would be Pride, Melancholy and Vanity...

I guess Astaroth would be the Duke from the Melancholy Ring, but it could turn out that they aren't the top ruler of the Melancholy Ring. it might be possible that Melancholy is run by Duke Astaroth, while Vanity is ruled by a President.

the current President of the Vanity Ring, could be Haagenti. it could turn out the roles of being the ones who run both the Melancholy and Vanity Rings are temporary, like it turning out that both Astaroth and Haagenti could be substitute until the true embodiment of Vanity and Melancholy appear and become the Kings of those rings....or Queens.

but when the true embodiment of Vanity appear, they would possibly end up co-ruling the Vanity Ring with a President.

of course this would possibly stay in the Fanon Timeline of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, meaning the Melancholy Ring and Vanity Ring would just be in the Fanon.

and the reasons why the elevator doesn't go to the Melancholy and Vanity Rings, is because it can't....like it use to, but it doesn't anymore. if some do want to go to one of those two rings, they would have to use the other ways to get there.

for all we know, those two rings could be under quarantine because both rings have fairies, pixies and unicorns in them... and well in a Fanon Timeline, it could turn out that those rings were taken back by the Feminine Angel Princesses that had ruled them before those Fallen Princes took over the rings when they fell and changing them from what they were once were. yeah one of my theories is that the rings use to be a type of Matriarchy, because ya know "Earth-Feminine" and "Heaven-Masculine"..... but when Lucifer and the others fell, they had taken those rings over and had corrupted them.

for all we know, it could turn out those rings were taken back by their original Princesses, but the Other Princesses have yet to take back their rings.

yeah it might be a weird and crazy theory, but I think it could be true, but it's okay that not everyone agrees that it might be true.

and I guess in a Fanon Timeline, the Princesses would have to co-rule with the embodiment of Melancholy and Vanity, maybe like a Yin and Yang relationship.

it might be possible that the Melancholy and Vanity Rings wouldn't be canon in both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, they would only be in the Fanon.

but fans can think of reasons why the elevator, doesn't go to the 8th and 9th rings, but in a Fanon Theory way.

a Fanon Theory, can explain some things that wouldn't be canon in the main timeline, and could be fanon but some can be semi-canon but still fall under the fanon.

Sans from Undertale being the future self of Steven from Steven Universe, could be seen as semi-canon and fanon. Sari from TFA (Transformers Animated) being the daughter of Megatron, could be seen as both semi-canon and fanon as well. there being a Reaper Queen in Mass Effect, but never got to appear, that would be semi-canon and fanon...

the Reaper Queen being part of the fanon, because even though she didn't get to appear in the game, fans can still try to do fan arts of her and maybe some fan fics. so she would be Semi-Canon, even if she didn't get to appear in the game but was plan to be in it.

and I believe that Sari might have two human parents that she got her DNA from, which happens to be Isaac Sumdac and Marissa Faireborn... me thinking that Marissa might also be Sari's Human Parent, has to do with the Red Hair, plus Isaac was wearing rubber gloves when he touched the protoform,and there is no way that the protoform that use to be Sari, could get enough DNA from that or any at all because of those gloves.

so it is possible that when Isaac was shocked and went out cold, some of his hair from the top of his head or mustache had fell off and got on the protoform, but it wasn't enough for the protoform, so it might be possible it need more DNA, so Marissa may have came into the lab and saw Isaac out cold and even touched the protoform like he did, and it may have shocked her as well and even made her go unconscious like Isaac. so if it were true, this would mean that Sari would have three parents, and not just two.

even if the Melancholy and Vanity Rings that are the 8th and 9th rings wont appear in the two shows, fans can still view them as rings that only appear in the Fanon.

but all the other rings, are still being ruled by Eon-Boomers...who are ficto-counterparts of ones who didn't really do anything to fix the imbalance that had to do with toxic-masculinity...

and we also have a problem with toxic-femininity, but lucky it isn't as high as the toxic-masculinity one...but doesn't mean it isn't still a problem. why is it that some masculine angels (even the fallen ones) think violence solves everything...?

anyway even if the Vanity Ring and Melancholy Ring wont be in the show, and even if they were, the elevator might not be able to go to those two rings.

those two rings might be closed off from the elevators, like they do have their own elevator, but it only goes from Vanity to Melancholy and vice-versa and it could of turned out it could go to the other rings, but no longer can.

I know it is really not likely that Melancholy and Vanity will not likely be in Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel, and even if they aren’t, they can always be in the Fanon and no one can get there by the elevator, because the elevator that can take those from the rings to those two rings, doesn’t work and you would probably have to go the other way to get to those two...

and the only elevator that does work, is the one that is only connected to the Melancholy and Vanity rings...

plus we could view that those two rings are under some kind of quarantine.

maybe to make sense as to why they don’t appear or are mention in the canon, even if they would be just in the fanon.

#hazbin hotel theory #helluva boss theory #pride #wrath #greed #lust #gluttony #sloth #envy #melancholy #vanity #seven deadly sins #canon #noncanon #fanon #headcanon #not for kids #don't reblog #do not reblog without permission

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wrongydkjquotes · 7 months

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Nate Shapiro

#ydkj #you don't know jack #wrongydkjquotes #nate shapiro #hell #vanity #lust #help him #gay #lgbt #pride

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lavendorii · 11 months

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enjoy your time in persona 5 royal where you get to fight the 7 deadly sins and god twice also there are 2 more deadly sins I lied

#txt #p5r #as much as i joke about p5r ''making up sins'' (vanity and sorrow) it really didn't #there were originally 8 deadly sins (equivalent to pride/wrath/sloth/sorrow/lust/greed/gluttony/vanity) but with time sorrow was omitted #and vanity was changed to envy #also only tangentially related the three names of demiurge are ''yaltabaoth'' ''saklas'' and ''samael''. first and last are obviously tied #to yaldabaoth and shido but also ''saklas'' means ''fool'' so. really cool plot tie in

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dumbdomb · 2 years

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wish i could say something weird online that instantly filled you with insatiable lust that could only be undone by vividly describing the dreams or thoughts you had about me because i said something

#idk i want to be so deeply desired that people are willing to throw affection at me wanting my attention to humiliate themselves for it #like i genuinely care about them and it's not about vanity but like i crave this total submersion into feelings of love and lust and idk #like when marina said i wanna be adored i felt that 💕#domb brain

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bethanydelleman · 1 year

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Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Elliot’s character; vanity of person and of situation. He had been remarkably handsome in his youth; and, at fifty-four, was still a very fine man... He considered the blessing of beauty as inferior only to the blessing of a baronetcy; and the Sir Walter Elliot, who united these gifts, was the constant object of his warmest respect and devotion.

His [Sir Walter’s] good looks and his rank had one fair claim on his attachment; since to them he must have owed a wife of very superior character to any thing deserved by his own. Lady Elliot had been an excellent woman, sensible and amiable; whose judgement and conduct, if they might be pardoned the youthful infatuation which made her Lady Elliot, had never required indulgence afterwards.

Jane Austen, she slays. Sir Walter, who is insanely proud of both his looks and rank, has only used them to value once in 54 years of life, which was seducing his wife into marrying him. She made ONE error of judgement IN HER ENTIRE LIFE, and it was HIM.

Sir Walter is shut up in Camden place recovering from that savage burn

#she slays #jane austen #sir walter elliot #he must have been really really ridiculously good looking #Lady Elliot is the only woman we have positive proof of marrying for lust #she is the Mr. Bennet of Persuasion #persuasion #I constantly quote the warmest respect and devotion line #sir walter has perfect vanity #And I love it

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homunculus-argument · 1 month

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There were probably some medieval asexuals that were absolutely insufferable on their moral high horse about it. Like "this modesty shit easy - I haven't lusted over any man ever in my life and only fuck my husband out of duty from God and only so that we have children. I am so much better than any of you hoes."

And some other local goodwife would get sick of this and go "well obviously you don't have time for cock, Maergaret, since you're always too fucking busy choking on your own vanity and pride!" and have a smackfight that progresses into a full-on two-woman brawl in the town square. People gather around to watch this until a clergyman shows up to remind everyone that not only is this kind of brawl between good christians definitely a sin, it's also a sin for everyone who's watching to place bets on who's going to win.

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lexotanmerlin · 1 year

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uluvjay · 10 days

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Thighs-M. Verstappen

Max Verstappen x fem! reader

In which Max always catches you staring at his thighs and finally does something about it

Warnings?; smut, thigh riding, cursing, kissing, pet names, slight degradation, slight overstimulation, i apologize for any errors I missed!

It was no secret that max had nice thighs, and it was no secret to your boyfriend how attracted you were to his thighs.

The Dutchman had caught you staring at them on multiple occasions yet any time he’d lock eyes with you, your head was snapping in the opposite direction with a growing blush on your cheeks.

However lately he’s caught your eyes locked on them a bit more than usual and since you weren’t going to do anything about, he would.

He had planned a nice dinner for the two of you, not giving you many details besides to keep it casual and to be ready by seven.

“Almost ready Schat?” He questioned as he passed by your vanity on the way to your walk in closet.

“Mhm, just have to get dressed.” You smiled up at him, head tipping back to rest on his stomach as he was stood behind your seated form.

“Me too.” He smiled back, leaning down to place a kiss to your hair before heading to the closet.

He had already seen your outfit laid out on the bed, a smirk forming on his face as he pulled out his own clothes but more importantly the jeans that were a bit tight around his thighs and always had your eyes locked on the thick muscles.

He hadn’t realized how long he had taken until you were calling out for him and asking if he was ready.

“Yeah I’m ready.” He called back, sliding on his shoes and pulling one of his jackets from a hanger.

He smiled as he exited the closet to find you stood in front of your floor to ceiling mirror touching up your lipgloss, dressed in jeans similar to his, a nice black sweater, heels, and the purse he’d gotten you for your birthday.

“You look gorgeous baby.” He praised.

“Thank you.” You blushed turning to face him.

Max smirked at your sharp intake of air as your eyes raked over his body, stopping at the denim that hugged his thighs.

“Everything okay Schat?”

“Huh?-oh um yeah.” You blushed, “You look very handsome.” You said smiling as you made way to him and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

You may have did your best to cover up the lust in your eyes but max had already caught the little sparkle.

“We better get going before we’re late.” You spoke up before turning around and heading downstairs.

The ride to the restaurant was tense to say the least, you could feel the desire growing in your stomach and the dull throb beginning between your legs.

Taking glances at Maxes thighs every chance you got, eyes lingering on them a bit too much and getting caught multiple times in the process.

Getting out of the tight sports car felt like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders and thankfully you and max had been sat across from one another allowing the dinner to be relaxing however, the throbbing in between your thighs never seemed to disappear.

The ride home was a bit better than before, you being able to calm yourself down and force the sinful thoughts of riding your boyfriends thighs until you physically couldn’t go anymore to the back of your mind.

Max walked into your shared apartment first, greeting your screaming cats first before they moved onto you, rubbing their soft bodies against your legs.

“Hi my babies.” You greeted the bengals.

You moved to set your purse down on the entryway table, kicking off your tight heels with a sigh of relief

“Baby?” Max called, “can you come here for a second?”

You followed his voice into the living room, stopping in the doorway as you found his legs spread wide, jacket thrown on the opposite side of the couch while he looked at you with an evil smirk.

“Y-yeah?” You questioned.

“Come here” he spoke softly but you could hear his lustful rasp hidden below.

You made your way to stand in between his still spread legs, a gasp escaping you as his large hands reached for the button and zipper of your jeans.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking care of something.” He mumbled, eyes not bothering to look up as he pulled the denim down your legs revealing you dark blue thong.

He reached a hand out instinctively as you stepped out of your jeans before pulling you down on top of him by the hand you had placed in his for balance.

He positioned your body to rest over one of his thighs, a cocky smirk forming at the way you whimpered when your lace covered cunt came into contact with it.

“Max what’s going on?” You questioned your boyfriend once again.

“You’re going to ride my thigh until you cum, I’ve seen the way you look at them baby, I know you want to do it.”

You couldn’t help the moan that bubbled out at his words, he knew you better than you knew yourself at this point, always knowing exactly what you wanted or needed without you even having to vocalize it.

“Bu-“

“No buts Schat, now be a good girl and get yourself off on my thigh.” He instructed as he leaned back into the couch, strong arms spreading along the back of the couch.

You did as you were told, allowing your aching and dripping cunt to begin moving back and forth starting with a small momentum.

However that didn’t last for long as the new sense of pleasure took over your body and soon your hips were moving shamelessly as you humped your boyfriend’s thigh.

Max was truly struggling to control himself, watching as whimpered on top of him, the wet spot that had formed below you no doubt ruining his jeans but he could care less.

Not when your head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, and your freshly manicured nails began to claw at his expensive shirt.

“Doing so good Baby..this is what you’ve been wanting right? To hump my thigh like a little bitch in heat?” He taunted.

You hated how your pussy clenched at his dirty words, but after all it was the truth.

“Yes, fuck yes max..feels so good.” You whined, opening your eyes to stare down into his blue ones.

That’s when he snapped, one of his hands coming to tangle in your hair before tugging you down and slamming his lips against yours in a hot kiss.

His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, leaving you no room to protest as his mouth dominated yours leaving you breathless on top of him.

You were both panting by the time he pulled away, his lips trailing down your throat as he left wet kisses around your skin followed by small nips.

“max I’m getting close.” You breathed, hips beginning to stutter as you could feel the fire in your lower stomach intensifying.

“Yeah? Gonna come for me pretty girl?”

“Fuck!..yes max, so close.” You cried loudly hips noticeably slowing as you did your best to keep up with your previous pace and the overpowering pleasure taking over your body.

Max dropped his hands to your hips, holding on tight at he guided your body over the thick muscle, repeatedly clenching and unclenching it to add more pressure to your sensitive cunt.

You cried out as your high overtook your body, mind going fuzzy as you slumped against max, thighs and body shaking as he continued working you through your high.

You whimpered into his neck as he slowly brought his movements to an end, finally stopping when your hand shot out to grip his wrist and a pathetic whimper fell from your mouth.

“I know baby, I know..did so good for me.” He praised as he placed kissed to the side of your head, holing your panting body close to his strong one.

You two sat like that for awhile until you finally pulled yourself away from his chest and pulled him into a slow and loving kiss, thanking him for giving you what you needed.

“That was so good.” You mumbled against his lips before pulled away.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You nodded bashfully, a deep blush growing on your lips.

“Could have done it a long time ago if you would’ve just asked instead of hiding it.” He spoke softly reaching a hand up to stroke your cheek, his heart warming as you leaned into his palm.

“I know..but something tells me we’ll be doing it quite often now.” You smirked.

“Oh will we?” He smirked right back, his lustful gaze quickly returning.

“We most certainly will be.” You giggled, dipping down to pull him into a hot kiss.

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Notice Me! | Part two | Azriel X Freader

Azriel x Freader | Part one

Summary: Azriel courting oblivi reader

a/n; Heyy! This is the last part guys! Hope you enjoy 🤗 also I really recommend looking up the meaning of the flowers after you read. 💕

content/trigger warnings; food, cussing, kissing, one or two use y/n, no smut BUT some lust and hints to masturbation, Azriel pining, Cassian being sassy, FEM reader (if you’d like me to make a another post with male reader, message me!) she/her pronouns for reader, rain mention and I think that’s it. If I missed something, feel free to message me on it!💗

You are in a warm bath, infused with the scent of essential oils, a perfect remedy to the grime from your training. You shake the thought out of your head, cursing yourself. Azriel didn’t like you like that. Cassian kisses Feyre on the cheek all the time, so why did it mean anything different if he kissed you? It didn’t mean anything different. But still, ever since he had left for his mission you found yourself running your fingers over your cheek.

It felt as though your skin was ablaze, heat gathering in your thighs. You abruptly reached towards them, water splashing. Halting yourself, you felt a surge of guilt and shame. If Azriel knew what you were thinking, he'd avoid your gaze forever. The thought made you feel sick. You groaned aloud, resting your head against the edge of the tub. You longed for him, missed his enticing cooking and physique. No, just his cooking. You chastised yourself again. Bad thoughts!

Goosebumps arose on your skin. The water had become ice cold. You rose from the water, letting the air chill your skin. Your nipples hardened, and you wondered if it was from your imagination or the cold air. You quickly leaped from the tub, landing on the mat. You wrapped your towel around your body after drying your wet hair.

Your bare feet padded against the floor as you walked out of the bathroom, letting the house magic take care of the leftover water. Your room felt warmer upon entering, soothing you. The room smelt like musk and bourbon. Like Azriel almost. You shivered with delight, stepping to your vanity. You reached for your hair brush, looking into the mirror only to be met with horror.

You yelped in shock, turning to face the shadowsinger. He sat on your bed, holding one of your books. His wings were spread lazily on your covers. He huffed a laugh at your reaction, grinning. “That’s certainly not the welcoming I was expecting.” He concurred smugly.

“Azriel..” You muttered. He was early. And you hadn’t expected him to be here. “How long have you been back?” you asked. He smiled.

“I’ve been here for fifteen minutes waiting for you to get out of,” he paused, his eyes trailing down to your body, “your bath..”

You felt your face heat, suddenly realizing you wore nothing but a small towel. Your body was glistening wet. He looked you back in the eyes with a small smirk.

“Oh cauldron!” You squeaked, wrapping your arms around your body more tightly. He laughed, heartily. Azriel shook his head before standing. He laid your book down and with embarrassment you realized it was one of your more smuttier books. And by that you mean it was pure porn. There was nothing more embarrassing about this situation. He smirked at you again, before taking a few steps towards you. You notice there are fresh flowers on your nightstand now. It was a bouquet of red and pink flowers you hadn't seen before. You’d have to look them up in your flower guide.

“I have a training session where I plan on beating Cas’s ass, but I wanted to see you first. We’ll have lunch in around two hours, okay?” He demanded gently. You nodded shyly, unable to think of a coherent response. He smiled, pleased. He walked forward, and you hoped he would kiss you again. Just not on the cheek. But alas, he pulled you in a hug, his warm muscly body a hard contrast to your cold one. Your right hand held your towel in place, while your left wrapped around him. He shivered, and you figured it was due to your wet hair?

Azriel let go quickly and abruptly and you wondered if you did something wrong. He smiled tightly. “See you in two hours, love.” He whispered affectionately before turning and taking flight from your balcony.

He left you standing there, wet all over, confused, warm, and also shivering. You still couldn’t wrap your head around this feeling you had.

After you changed into a tank top and shorts you approached the flowers on your nightstand. They were gorgeous. You bit your lip as you grabbed a flower guide book, ready to find what type of flowers they were.

They were pink bluebells and red chrysanthemums.

A beautiful sandwich filled with all your favorite toppings, sat in front of you. Courtesy to Azriel. You sighed, wondering if you’d ever be as good as a cook Azriel was. It was truly a hidden talent of his. There wasn’t something he couldn’t fix.

A warm leathery wing brushed on your bare shoulder as he passed by. He sat his food down beside yours before pulling out a chair and setting it directly by yours. It was now lunch time. Both Cassian and Azriel were sweaty muscly messes. Their skin glistened with pure sweat. And you wondered how Azriel still managed to smell like a god still. After you left your room, you spent some time enjoying the morning breeze and relaxing. When it came time for lunch, you walked to the dining area. Azriel was waiting for you in the kitchen where he made your sandwich and a drink for you. Every detail of it was to your liking.

Cassian, of course, stood in the corner complaining about Azriel never fixing him sandwiches. Azriel had knocked him in the face with his wing, shutting him up. Cassian stayed in the kitchen, munching on some snacks. He feigned not paying attention to you nor Azriel.

Both of your chairs were back less, as to accommodate for wings. Sure, your skin felt a little chilly in the air due to your tank top. But Azriel’s wing, warm from training in the sun, stayed on your back. It was comforting. Like a blanket that's been sitting by a cozy fireplace.

Azriel pushed the plate towards you again, motioning for you to start eating. When you started, and he was sure you were satisfied with the taste, he started eating his too. And, of course, everything tasted perfect. When you both finished, the house took care of the plates. Cassian and Nesta had joined at the other end of the table, talking to each other as they ate. You caught yourself admiring them- the love they had. That you felt you would never have. They bickered, sure. But they were so in love. You couldn’t help but envy them. If only a guy loved you like that.

Your thoughts broke when Azriel started talking. He had a soft smile as he told you of his mission. Apparently the queens were doing okay and hadn’t been stirring up trouble, so he was able to leave early.

“You didn’t starve while I was away did you? Next time I’ll drag you with me so I can actually focus on my mission.” He muttered running his hands through his hair. Azriel always spoke softly unless angry. Or at least you had never heard him get loud. You didn’t catch Cassian and Nesta smirking at you both. Nesta couldn’t help but snort to herself. You were so oblivious. You didn’t even seem to notice Azriel only ran his mouth like this when around you. He seemed so open with you and comfortable.

“Of course I didn’t starve- wait, why couldn’t you focus on your mission?” You inquired, confused.

“Ah- No reason, dear.” He responded. His pet name went over your head. Azriel bit his lower lip, staring at you with intent eyes. He couldn’t help but feel amused by your blatant obliviousness. Your eyes went to where Cassian sat across from you with his eyes closed, kissing and smacking his lips, like he was making out with the air. Your eyebrows furrowed at the weirdness until he stopped and pointed at Azriel, then you. Nesta slapped him and he realized he had been caught. You were about to question his weird antics before a wing blocked your sight towards them.

You turned to where Azriel had gotten closer. He used his wing to make sure ALL of your attention was on him.“I have to go meet with Rhys soon. But when I get back, we need to talk.” He said sternly. His eyes were hardened and your face dropped. Did you do something wrong? He noticed the look and smiled softly to reassure you.

“Wait for me here?” He asked. And you nodded, still nervous. Your hands came together to fiddle awkwardly but Azriel’s hands laid on top of yours. He lifted your hands and kissed the top of both of them. You blushed at the intimacy. He lifted his head, and ran a hand through his hair.

He stood, still holding your hand with one of his. The room had gone quiet. Like it was just you and him. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. You felt the heat and softness of his lips as they pressed to your head. Your bottom lip quivered as you looked shyly to the floor. What was happening? You didn’t even know anymore. Your body didn’t feel like it was yours anymore.

He stood and winked at you playfully before heading to the balcony and once again spreading those giant wings and shooting into the air. You sighed to yourself before realizing that Cassian and Nesta were both staring at you. Cassian sighed and looked to Nesta.

“I’ll bet you 80 gold coins-“ he started, but Nesta slapped a hand on his mouth so he couldn’t finish. She smiled at you before grabbing Cassian and leaving you alone in the room, deep in your thoughts.

Rhysand’s office was warmer then the rest of his house today. Azriel was filling him in on his recent mission. And to his distaste, that meant he had to be away from you. He didn't care that he’d be back within a few hours, he had already suffered during his mission. Being away from you- not being able to smell you on his clothes anymore, distressed him more then he cared to admit. He remembers worrying if you had ate, or if you forgot to eat again. His wings bristled at the memory. Upon coming back to you, he couldn't be bothered to care you had just got out of the bath. He thanked the Mother for blessing him with such good timing. You were so god damn beautiful, and if that towel had dropped- Azriel wouldn’t have left that room for a good fucking long while.

He had been too excited to even care that you were wet and only in a towel, he just had to hug you. But he didn't expect to feel his cock stiffen. He couldn’t help it, your body in his arms felt so good. You were so fucking pretty, it hurt. Azriel was embarrassed that he lost control of his own body. He planned on holding you for longer, but when your hand wrapped around his back, it brushed that sensitive part of his wing, sending a jolt to his dick. He had to rip away before you felt the growing hardness in his pants, and he felt so bad seeing your face of confusion. You hadn’t meant too. And you looked so hurt and you didn't even know what your had done. He cursed his body hating his lack of control, but didn't want you to think he was a creep so he left early to take care of himself.

“Az? Are you listening?”

Azriel snapped out of his thoughts and turned back to where his brother sat. Rhysand sighed and shook his head before repeating himself.

“I was asking if you could run to Velaris and pick up some medicine from Madja? Feyre has been having some headaches.”

Azriel’s eyebrows furrowed and he contemplated. Of course, he loved his high lady and didn’t want her to be in pain. But he wanted to get back to you fast. He needed your presence. Soon. Before he lost his mind. “Can’t you just winnow yourself? It’d be a lot faster then me having to fly.” He proposed.

Rhysand bristled slightly at Azriel’s slight coldness. He knew his brother, and knew he didn't mean it personally. Rhysand smirked. “Cassian warned me of this.”

“Warned you of what?” Azriel asked. ”He told me you get extremely pissy whenever you’ve been away from her for too long.” Rhysand spoke, with a knowing smile.

Azriel knew he was talking of you. His eyebrows furrowed and scowled at his brother before huffing. Before he could reply Rhys continued.

“It’s alright, we get it. Cas and I have both been through it with our mates.” Azriel didn’t respond this time. He shook his head with a slight growl. How come everyone could see his affection for you- but you? It was infuriating! He hoped maybe kissing your cheek would make you magically realize he had loved you, but it didn’t. Cauldron! How much more obvious does he need to make it?

Rhys dismissed him with his signature smirk, the all knowing bastard too smug for Azriel’s liking tonight.

Azriel wasn’t back yet. And the sun had already set, leaving it dark outside. You wondered what was taking him so long to tell Rhys of his mission. In reality you were more worried of what he wanted to talk about. You currently sat by the fireplace in your room, letting the heat warm your body. You had left the balcony doors open, assuming Azriel would fly through there.

You had two candles burning, and a book open in your hands. The sound of pitter patter against the marble floors distracted you from your book. You turned your head to the balcony doors and sighed, seeing it was raining. the water was getting on your floor. You grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and wiped the water from the floor. You closed the door to the balcony, but leaving it unlocked for him.

You turned around, noticing the flowers. You smiled joyfully. It was nice always having a pair of fresh flowers, thanks to Azriel.

“Pay more attention.”

You remembered Mor’s words. What were you suppose to pay attention to? You had already dissected every single memory you had of Azriel, but you coulnd’t find anything in your mind that was out of the ordinary. You sighed, rubbing your temples. Nothing made sense anymore. You ran a hand through your hair, stressed.

You looked around the room before your eyes found the flowers again. You remembered Azriel giving you a book that had the meanings flowers last Starfall. Your eyes snapped to the floating bookshelf Azriel has installed in your room two years ago. You quickly approached it, running your fingers across the titles until you found the right one. You pulled the book out, grazing the cover with your fingertips.

You sat by the fireplace, flipping through until you found the flowers you were looking for.

A whooshing sound came from your balcony, prompting you to close the book and stand, walking to your nightstand and laying it down. You turned to the door of the balcony, watching it open. Azriel stepped in, hair wet from rain. Water dripped from his body onto your floor. He wanted slightly eyes latching onto yours. He held a small pink box that he had managed to keep dry. You briefly wondered what it was until he started to walk towards you. Determination was in his eyes as he walked fast, in front of you within seconds. He licked his lips, looking at your eyes.

Everything froze, and it was just you and him. Standing there. His eyes were dilated and filled with affection now. You didn’t notice him setting the box on your nightstand, never breaking eye contact. His eyes flicked down to your lips, before looking back up. You felt the tension in the room. His eyes seemed to glow more tonight. Brighter than the fire.

You looked back to where the flowers were and then back back to him.

“Why did you give me pink bluebells and red chrysanthemums?” You asked, you voice barely above a whisper.

Azriel cocked his head to the side, studying you. His shadows whirl around, some coming to play with your hair. The tendrils swirl gently around you.

“Why do you think I gave them to you?” He responded. His voice was roughed, but gentle. You looked away to the floor and shrugged, feeling shy under his unwavering stare.

“Answer me.”

You felt a hand on your chin, turning your face back to his. His thumb rubbed mindlessly at your jaw.

“I don’t know..” You replied. He was closer now, you could feel his breath against your face. It was minty and fresh.

“Fucking hell y/n.” He groaned, grabbing your hips and gently pushing you to sit on the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees in front of you, head bowed. He looked as if he was saying a prayer, his head bowed in your lap. His wings were draped across the floor, and he was muttering something to himself. He held your knees, and when he looked back up to you his eyes were teary.

“Azriel-“ you started, only for him to cut you off.

“What am I doing wrong? Have I not made it painfully clear? I would tie my wings behind my back and jump off this roof if you asked me too. I would do anything,” He sniffled, “anything for you. But you don’t even realize. What am I doing wrong?” You saw tears beginning to form in his eyes. Confusion filled every ounce of your soul. What did he mean?

“I would jump off for you too-“

“No! You don’t get it!” He rose, cupping your face with his hands. A pleading look was in his eyes. “Look at me! Don’t you feel it? Don’t you feel it here?” His hand came to lay where your heart would be. Your felt it beating crazily. What did he mean?

Azriel closed his eyes, sending a silent prayer to the mother. He opened them again.

“Just notice it y/n. Notice it- Notice me. Please..” he whispered. You wanted to scream you loved him suddenly, but he probably doesn’t mean this like that. This is probably some dumb prank he and his brothers came up with again.

His forehead rested against yours now, and you gasped as you felt something tugging on your heart. Like gold threads weaving together. It felt as if someone had tied Azriel to you. Shadows whirled crazily around you both now. Your hand came to rest over his trying to decipher this feeling in your heart. His eyes peered into yours. And he closed them as he moved his head and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, even if you don’t return it.” He croaked, defeatedly. His eyes opened and watched you. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at your chest and then back to him.

He let out a grunt of surprise when you smashed your lips against his. Azriel wondered if this was real. Staying still, as if not to scare you away. When he realized it was real- and you were kissing him he melted. He kissed you back gently and meaningful. It was everything you had ever wanted you realized. Why hadn’t you noticed sooner? You could’ve been kissing this muscly man a lot sooner. Only did you detach yourself when you needed air. Both of your foreheads touched, and you both panted for air.

“Mate.” You whispered to him. He smiled, thanking the mother you had finally felt the bond. He nodded in response.

“Mate.” He replied. He nudged you back against the sheets, gently letting your body plop on the bed.

“But I have loved you long before I found out we were mates.” He muttered, his wings flaring slightly. He climbed on top of you, straddling your hips.

You nodded. “I loved you too- but I just thought that, I wasn’t the girl you’d ever wanna be with.”

“I’ve fucking craved you ever since I met you. And that won’t stop, ever. I swear, you’re the most oblivious girl I’ve ever met.” He said. His eyes weren’t wet anymore. It calmed you, seeing him calmer. The shadows were slowly and lazily playing with your hair again. You peered into Azriel’s eyes and thought back to every single memory you and him had, and realized it was all love. You were too oblivious to realize it. He slowly leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, wings covering you both. You kissed him back with a fever you couldn’t stop anymore.

After a few minutes, he crawled off of you and stood. You rose, propping yourself up. He handed you the pink box.

“I stopped by your favorite bakery and got you a cupcake.” Azriel spoke. The cupcake inside was big- almost two times bigger then your hand. And it was your favorite flavor. Your eyes softened at the kindness. You looked back up to him as you lifted the cupcake towards him.

“Eat Azriel.” You whispered. His eyes darkened upon realizing you wanted to solidify the mating bond- and confirm it. He shivered but stopped himself.

“You sure you don’t want a mating ceremony-“

“Eat the fucking cupcake Azriel.”

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fracttvred · 2 years

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TAG DROP ! ALEKSANDER.

#― ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀a few more souls on the bus now ; shut my eyes right at seventeen. ⠀ ❯ ⠀ musings !#― ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀a bleeding sun on a silver screen then i feel my ego when i talk. ⠀ ❯ ⠀ threads !#― ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀lost myself in the in between ; lustful eyes filled with love now. ⠀ ❯ ⠀ vanity !#― ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀i treat my mind like an ashtray & i owe you an apology. ⠀ ❯ ⠀ misc !#― ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you lie to erase the memories from your naked body. ⠀ ❯ ⠀ about !#tags.

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ALASTOR DRABBLE -☆

Suggestive under the cut!

"Holy shit Alastor! Is that a lipstick stain?" Angel asked, referring to a red smudge on the collar of Alastors white button up.

The hotel staff had planned a nice dinner night for all the new guests they'd gotten recently, meaning everyone wore their best suited attire.

"Ha! You're seeing things my good man."

- flashback to earlier -

You'd just finished applying your lipstick, setting the tube down on your vanity as your date for the evening came out of the bathroom. You were so thankful that Alastor was interested in you, everyone knew he wasn't really one for romance, yet here he was as your dinner date.

"Oh my stars! You look so good in that outfit! I knew it'd suit you." You were the one who bought him this outfit, since he wasn't used to wearing anything but his usual dress coat.

"I'm glad you like it my dear! I wouldn't be wearing it for anyone else." It was rare to see him without some sort of coat covering his figure, so you wanted this outfit to be absolutely perfect.

You got up from your vanity and made your way over to the doorway he was standing in. Reaching up to straighten his collar, then looking up to meet his eyes. The smile he wore was hypnotising, and the effect it had on you was serious, it made you smile too - most likely from intimidation. You shifted to your tip-toes and gave him a peck, forgetting about your lipstick that wasn't kiss-proof.

"Oh!" You giggled at the sight of Alastor with lipstick on, yet he didn't know what had occurred. "What's so funny darling?" You laughed and lead him to the mirror, letting him see what you'd done. "Would you look at that..." he spoke, "you've marked me, that's different." His eyes grew darker as he observed the vibrant red on his skin, "you want some more?" You asked with a smile.

"How could I say no to a smile like that? Go ahead my dear." He said, crouching down a bit just so you could reach his neck. You hands grasped his collar, keeping him still as you peppered kisses all over his neck and jawline. Giggling the whole time because of how pretty he looked, absolutely covered in your affection. His hands started to drag up your dress, which was already short to begin with. The room started to fill with lust, you could feel it surrounding you, moving up to Alastors lips to capture him in a proper kiss. Feeling his tongue invade every inch of your mouth, smudging the red substance all over him in the process. His hands got dangerously close to your heat, ready to rip off your dress and take you right now, but suddenly-

*bzz* *bzz* *bzz*

"Oh shit Charlie's calling! Uh helloooo"

"Where are you guys? We started like 10 minutes ago and you know I hate leaving people out."

"I'm so sorry Charlie, I uh- we'll be down in a sec I promise!" You ended the call and turned back to Alastor, getting a proper look at your work. Oh how you wish you could take a photo.

"We're late! We gotta go now." You said, scrambling to the bathroom and grabbing some makeup wipes to sort out your messy lips. Alastor slowly followed behind you and did the same, a little sad he had to rub it all off so soon."As much as I would love to show this off, something like this would tarnish my reputation. I'm sure you understand my dear." You smiled, happy that you found something else he enjoys in the bedroom. Little did he know, you accidentally got some on the side of his collar, very obvious since the shirt was white as well. Oh well.

- back to the present -

"I know a lipstick mark when I see one! You can't fool me old man." Of course Angel noticed, you couldn't wait to tell him what actually happened between you two in your next gossip session.

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This came to mind outta nowhere and I was like FUCK YEAAAA so aha hope u like itt x

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