#squeezing cheeks

[astro-h0e-4azris]

UH EXCUSE ME @g00seg1rl!! YOU FORGOT A DISCLAIMER NOT TO READ THIS BEFORE GETTING UP FOR WORK!! BECAUSE YOU IN FACT WILL NOT GET UP, YOU WILL JUST STAY IN BED AND ROT AND DAYDREAM OVER THE FACT THAT AZRIEL HAS DIMPLES AND HE IS SO PRETTY WHEN HE SMILES AND ERIS IS SO PRETTY ALWAYS AND WHAT DOES HE SOUND LIKE WHEN HE GIGGLES AND THOSE GOD DAMN LOWER AND UPPER CHEEKS, LIKE UHHH SOME OF US HAVE RESPONSIBILITIES AND LIVES TO LIVE MA'AM!!!!

Well, I have no choice now but to call in sick. They don't need to know it's lovesick. That's between me and you. And my wet pillow.

Made To

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Summary: A fluffy Drabble of Azriel and Eris appreciating each other smiling, just 450 words 🤭😘

They’d been laying together for countless minutes, sprawled contentedly in the afterglow of another memorable evening of fucking each other stupid on Azriel’s large bed in the House of Wind.

Eris’s hands were lazily rubbing Azriel’s lower back, trailing up as high as they could without nearing the base of Azriel’s wings; He might have been fucked stupid, but Eris knew he didn’t want to repay his serene dumbification with any unpleasant overuse of his milked-dry dick.

Azriel slowly trailed kisses down the edge of Eris’s sharp jaw, his luscious lips dragging Eris deeper into mindless bliss. He smooched his way into the crook of Eris’s neck, and one particularly light peck tickled madly. Eris tittered.

The Shadowsinger smirked, abandoning his efforts of soft-loving and progressing his delve into evil as he nosedived into the delicate crease of Eris’s neck, causing a shivering, silent wave of laughter at his antics Eris couldn’t have stopped if he had tried.

Shadows travelled like jestering smoke up his ribs to join in on the fun, and Eris– still too lost of his bearings– giggled openly. Tomato-red, Eris’s face broke into a smile, even as he sluggishly tried to stop Azriel’s torment, which only fueling Azriel’s glee.

Azriel excavated his head from nuzzling to peer down at Eris with an equally bright smile. “I didn’t think you’d be so ticklish,” he teased, his tone light and loving.

“I didn’t think you’d be spending your time tickling me when I’d come over,” Eris snarked with a tenth of his typical venom, warmed even further by the invariable expression of joy he still felt gracing his face. Azriel chuckled.It became a full laugh when Eris’s hands travelled down to squeeze the fat of his ass in retribution.

”So pretty when you smile, Azriel,” Eris remarked aloud, though he didn’t intend to. Azriel’s golden-brown skin blushed rosier and his dimples deepened, proving Eris’s point.

“You’re so pretty always,” Azriel, a bit breathlessly, simpered.

“Okay yeah, you’re so pretty always too, but I mean especially when you smile,” Eris explained as if it was to someone far more Neanderthalic than Azriel.

He brought a hand from Azriel’s lower left cheek to rest on his upper left cheek, brushing his thumb towards the joyful concave of Azriel’s sculpted bronze face. “These adorable cheeks of yours make me think you were made for it, smiling and laughing gorgeously,” Eris offered his evidence.

Azriel meeped and hid his redding face in Eris’s welcoming crook, robbing Eris of the lovely sight. For once, Eris chose not to complain, comforted by the reminding ache in his ass and the mental image of Azriel’s bashful, smiling face admiring Eris’s own tickle-induced laugh.

Beta read and author spanked by @the-darkestminds, I thank and love you dearly mami 💗

Azris babes and boo thangs: @astro-h0e-4azris @nus4y @jules-writes-stories @pippsmcgee @mistandmemories @fourteentrout @iftheshoef1tz @missblackstar @irithiadourden @sunstar-drabbles @icey--stars @molcat07 @3xolara @mudandmire @makinglongwordsslutty @wovendreamscapes @neciebee @talibunny30 @chunkypossum @fingerpoppingood @brunetterebel010 lmk if you’d like to be on/off my lil list, two fics for these two coming Very soon 🫡😘

[mxxqt]

(wip) Cait’s going in for a kiss on her neck tattoo 🖤

[bi-writes]

can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)

greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."

you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.

you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.

you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."

you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.

he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.

he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.

he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.

ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.

yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.

[strawberrystepmom]

one of my favorite dick sucking experiences is when he laying down and enjoying it so much he bends his knees and uses those big thighs to cage your face and head in and squeezes every so often, when something feels reeeeeally good

[commandernarumi]

look how shin is always the baby of the group ☹️❤️

[itsallaboutbl]

Put your chin in his hand.

[louisplumpyass]

this will never not trigger my cuteness aggression

[guzhufuren]

“The fool Xiaobao who saved me that day was the young master of the Jin money clan. If I can take advantage of him...“

Wang Yunkai as Jin Xiaobao in upcoming uncensored wuxia BL Meet You At The Blossom, airs on July 11th

[ikeuverse]

DON'T TALK TO ME, I'M SENSITIVE

[eelektroenthusiast]

Hehe☆

[grogumaximus]

[suckmyarschkarte]

loverpool is so back!!!

[holdingontoblood]

oh my god their such CUTIES

[onegiantmeep]

further evidence that emily axford has a magical connection to the dice gods

[sweetdreamsfeelingoff]

-𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 🍑

[thesolarangel]

Much needed Elrond appreciation post

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