#weathervane thoughts

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Casual reminder that Ajax is canonically ripped 🤤

I fear I need to write a least a drabble about this

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No thoughts this morning besides that ~

Tyler strikes me as a boob guy (big OR small, he doesn’t care and also because us v small chested girls do exist no matter what y’all write in your fanfics). Defo a result of his mummy issues. Will suck on them for just a little too long and be all whiny when you pull him away.

Isaac, on the other hand, strikes me as a thigh guy. No clear reasoning for this one, he just doesn’t strike me as the kind of ‘mainstream’ guy to obsess over tits or want to hit it from behind just to see your arse. Thighs give him something tactile to hold onto – and he for sure will rut between them, all whiny and desperate, when you’re being cruel and won’t permit him anything else.

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imagining ajax in nothing but flannel pj pants laying between my thighs, cheek resting against my tummy, fingers brushing against my hips as he just passes out, probably while i scratch his back slowly, protesting quietly whenever i stop

because I’m down bad like that.

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Wanna make out with Tyler while giving him a hand job so bad.

Laying on his chest cuddling and then just lazily making out, tongues rolling over one another, teeth catching lips, feeling his cock harden beneath the thigh slung over his waist.

One hand slipping from his chest to palm him through his flannel pj pants, swallowing the soft moans, slipping beneath the waist band, palm wet with saliva and his mess of pre.

Slowly bringing him to the edge, still kissing him senseless, until he spills, ruining his pjs.

Yeah…

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isaac night coded

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Isaac Night had a contemptuous relationship with Christmas. Francoise loved it, often desperate to attend every normie festive market or carol event that croped up in Jehericho. He went with her, of course, but as little more than her unsought chaperone.

Isaac, on the other hand, always found it more difficult to shake off the habit of looking over his shoulder for his father's bad mood, or the memories of spending several Christmases in dingey hospital beds, often alone and feeling like crap.

That was until he met, and inexplicably fell in love with, you.

You didn't notice it for a long while, but there was a sudden attentiveness in the manner in which Isaac regarded you, be it at breakfast, in class, or in town across the heads of the overly-excited crowds at mulled wine stalls. Cataloguing your excitement, gauging your interest in small knick-knacks picked up and put back down with wool-gloved fingers, committing each to memory.

But the day you packed your bags to return home to family for the holidays, a new box had made its way into your case. Inside, a metal, far more detailed replica of the small, inconsequential thing you had considered but left behind at that small market stall, money saved for hot chocolate and mince pies.

And as you pressed a quick, far more significant kiss to his cheek as you passed him to find your family's car – a smile on your face, a murmered thank you – his cheeks warmed, and Isaac realised that maybe Christmas didn't have to be so bad, after all.

𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 | ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕦 | 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 [ Christmas banner by my beloved, @pepsipoet ]

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why am I suddenly so obsessed with the idea of Isaac giving you a daintier version of his knight signet ring as a way of marking you as his 🥺

he doesn’t strike me as a man to give you his clothing – they are all so tailored to him anyway it wouldn’t make sense, but this is both subtle and obvious enough to let people know you’re under his protection.

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Isaac Night has a raging praise kink, pass it on.