#and starting to trust seth

[renirae]

FABLEHAVEN MOVIE IS REAL??? oh my god that is my FAVOURITE book series. please god I hope it ends up being good <3

(I'm keeping my expectations very low of course lmao, I've been burned wayyy too many times by bad movie adaptations. but honestly I'll just be happy if it brings more people into reading the book series!!

other than one or two things (*cough cough the horrific disaster of Brackendra cough cough*) it's such a SEVERELY underrated series and one of the only childhood favourites of mine that has actually held up enough that I enjoy rereading it to this day!!!) (also hands-down the best inclusion of indigenous peoples into worldbuilding that I've ever seen, which is really cool!!)

[everpresence]

My purpose is not to solve your problems for you, but to put you in touch with your own power. My purpose is not to come between you and your own freedom by giving you answers, even to the most tragic of problems. My purpose is to reinforce your own strength, for ultimately the magic of your being is well equipped to help you find fulfillment, understanding, exuberance, and peace.

Seth (channeled by Jane Roberts), from the "Seth Letter" to correspondents

[aledethanlast]

Can they flirt, aftg edition

Andrew: can but hates it. Makes him feel desperate. Also the man of his dreams registered none of it and literally only responded to Andrew being a weirdo so clearly it's all a scam.

Dan: yes, but can't see it as more than an act for when you want to get into someone's pants. Makes life hell for Matt before they start dating. Makes life *very fun* once they do.

Allison: absolutely. Does not respect any man who falls for it.

Matt: learned from watching guys try to flirt with his mom and her boxing friends, so his tactics are somewhat...demographically skewed. Eats shit when trying to romance Dan.

Aaron: Contrary to what second-hand accounts may tell us, this man is oozing charisma. Med student jock who goes to therapy, it's the whole package. If he were nine inches taller he would be the main character.

Nicky: bagged a man with high school-level grasp of his language. Raised two teens on a bartender salary. The results speak for themselves.

Kevin: nope. This man is fake as hell, star factor is doing alllllll the heavy lifting here. Unless you're as obsessed with exy as he is, in which case you're liable to confuse his attention *on* you with attention *to* you. Many have fallen victim to this effect. There is no support group.

Seth: chernobyl-level "you could fix me" aura

Renee: you're not sure if she's flirting or just being nice. Your friends are no help. Her friends seem to have a monetary incentive in the answer and can't be trusted. Your best shot might literally be praying for mercy.

Neil: ITS A TRAP HE'S STEALING YOUR WALLET

[elliesanqel]

catharsis but dom ellie pls pls pls Im begging😭

take it

sypnosis; roles are switched—seth spits out a nasty comment at ellie, causing your anger to flare up. she decided it was best to take you home, until she decides to find a way to control your anger.

cw; angst, smut, dom!ellie, sub!fem reader, car sex, strap use (referred to as a cock), oral sex, rough fucking, spitting, multiple orgasms, fluff, r!receiving all, men and minors dni.

a/n; there was a few reqs to write dom!ellie for this fic and i looove the idea so here it is! and ohhh if she ever looked at me like that…endgame!! and also, if i haven’t done your request yet, i promise i am either currently working on getting it posted, or im still writing it. a few will get released this week!

➝ masterlist

your eyes narrowed at seth, your whole body filling with heat as ellie just looked at him, her look almost puzzled. you werent doing anyone any harm, just purely kissing. thats it. yet it still gave seth the ability to spit out some homophobic comment one way or another. ellie was your girl, your princess. if anyone was even slightly rude—it’d make you angry. you just thought she was too precious to even be made fun of at all. she noticed the way your face twisted with disgust, and she knew you’d say something if she didnt act—causing her to take your hand in hers softly. “lets go.” she whispers, not wanting to cause a scene.

your eyes finally left seth, looking at ellies pleading face and softening when you did, but the anger still bubbled. you thought it was probably best to just leave instead of causing a scene infront of everyone. even though seth had already done half the job—you didnt want to finish it. you let ellie take you outside into the fresh air, her hand tightening around yours for reassurance. you didnt dare look at her, feeling to angry to even speak.

she knew—so she just walked hand in hand with you to the car. there was a big problem, though. ellie hated it when you didnt talk to her. she preferred talking it out and letting you rant to her, she hated awkward silence. she let go of your hand, watching you storm off to the passenger seat. she scoffed, taking the keys out of her pocket and opening the car, getting in and starting it.

“dont.” she begins, her voice firm as her hands grip the steering wheel, pulling out of the car park. you scoff, still staying quiet and you could tell she wasnt a fan of your growing attitude. “scoffing at me now? you’re brave.” she furrows her brows, her eyes stuck on the road as one hand stays on the wheel, the other on the gear lever. you roll your eyes, testing the waters as much as you could. you wanted this all to be over and the best way for you to do that was so stay silent and bottle it up. but not for ellie.

“baby, seriously,” she begins, her head rolling a little in annoyance. “drop the attitude. none of this is my fault, unfortunately theres always gonna be people like seth and theres nothing we can do. you know that, right?” she explains, firmness still in her voice as her eyes glance over at you before back onto the road.

you sigh, looking at your hands as you fiddle with your thumbs. “i know, but seriously why do we always have to be the ones to say something? nobody else said anything.” you groan as she listens to your rants.

she takes in a breath, understanding where you were coming from. “i know, sweetheart. trust me, i do. but we have to deal with it. you dont always have to defend me, im fine.” she explains, but clearly it wasnt enough for you. you laugh sarcastically, the anger clearly still swarming you. “dont, ellie. dont make light of this situation, you know damn well its fucked up. so dont you fucking—“ you get louder, but before you can continue, she swerved the car to the side of the empty road, parking it. you gasp at her sudden move, confusion clouding your mind. “what the fuck was that fo—“ you begin, but she cuts you off again.

“lose that attitude and get in the fucking backseat.” she demands, her voice firm. you knew she wanted no argument but the way her voice went from reassuring to demanding in the matter of seconds led you to just listen to her words. you slowly unbuckle your seatbelt and get into the backseat of her car, looking at her as you did. her eyes never left you as you moved, her hand reaching into the glovebox, to her strap.

she took it into the backseat with her, her hands immediately wrapping around your thighs and placing you on your back along the seats and she crawled on top of you, parting your legs so she hovered inbetween them, her lips inching to your ear as her breath was hot on your skin. “angry, arent you? well i’ll make you a deal, baby. you take it like a good girl and i’ll fuck that anger out of you, hm?” she whispers, her voice almost mocking. leaving your eyes wide as you felt your body already growing limp under her touch.

your whole body shivered, leaning against the door of the car, eyes never leaving hers. she smirked at you, her look stern yet soft at the same time. with that, her hands reach up, tugging at your jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down—letting you lift your hips to help her tug them off and discard them somewhere, not really caring where. the heat that was growing between your thighs now displayed infront of her face, looking at the wetness pooled there like it was liquid gold. she smirked, both of her hands hooking around your thighs and pulling them further apart for her, her eyes never leaving yours as her tongue darted out, swiping all the way up your wet cunt.

your head falls back against the door, a whine emmiting from your lips—your hand instantly flying to her hair and pushing her mouth closer onto your needy pussy—to which she almost hiccups from the force of your hand. she props herself up a little further, her hands kneading your thighs slowly as her tongue works on your bundle of nerves, swirling around it, her lips making a pop sound every time they left your pussy for her to take a breath, but after she delved right back in, eating you out like she was a starved woman.

she hungrily darts her tongue into your pulsing hole, dabbing it in and out which caused your thighs to squish her head and a string of moans to fall out your mouth. she let out a hum against your cunt, before slipping her tongue out and her lips leaving too. her eyes left your gleaming pussy, looking up at you through her lashes as she slowly spits, letting her saliva drip down onto, your mouth opening a little with a gasp—before she breaks eye contact and leans back down. her tongue licks all the way up your folds, pushing her tongue back into your aching hole, causing you to grip her hair harder, her thick auburn locks tangled in your fingers. “s—shit! ellie, oh my…fuuuu—“ you choke out, your back arching.

“fuck,” she whimpers against your pussy, her brows furrowing as her own heat was needing attention as she ate you out. your body began shaking as you could feel her warm tongue darting in and out of you, your hand gripping her hair hard, pushing her in closer as you felt your high coming. her eyes flickered closed, knowing you were close. she quickened her pace, dipping in and out of your hole before you jolted, a string of moans falling out your mouth as your cum flowed out onto her tongue.

she looked up at your face covered in pure ecstasy: your head tilted back, mouth agape, brows knitted together, sweat aligning your forehead. you felt her drink up ever last bit of your release before she quickly pulled away, wiping her mouth like she’d just had a good meal, and she undresses her lower half—disgarding her jeans somewhere and slipping her strap on. all before your eyes had even opened yet.

once they finally did open, her hands were already squeezing on your thighs—gripping them hard and flipping your whole body around and forcing you on your hands and knees. you whined slightly, already feeling her press the tip of her cock onto your entrance.

her hands palmed your ass, giving you a light smack which made you jump. “shit, look at you. so beautiful like this.” she whispers, voice low and dripping with seduction. you bit into your bottom lip, not even ready for her when she pushes forward—one of her hands leaving your ass to grip the base of the clear silicone, sliding into you and completely bottoming out. your bows knit together, eyes squeezing shut.

“ohhh! fuuuck, els!” you whine, almost choking out as her cock was already pounding against your spongey spot. her brows also furrowed, her mouth open as she pulls your hips back on her cock, filling you up good. “mmm—good girl. taking me s’well, fuuckk.” she mumbles, but it came out more as a desperate moan. your hands conveyed to the steam-covered window, leaving handprints.

you thought this was as good as it could ever get, until she leaned forward…her chest completely pressed against your back as she continued pounding into you. the new angle sending shivers through your body as it instantly brought you to the approach of your second high. her teeth found the top of your ear, taking it in her mouth before speaking. “gonna lash out at me like that again, princess? or are you gonna—nghh…behave?” she whimpers, her breath hot on your ear. one of her hands grips the handle on the window, her other curled around your waist as she picks her pace up.

“cum for me, sweet girl. allll over my cock, yeah?” she teases, her voice sounding breathless. your eyes roll back along with your head, almost meeting with her shoulder as you shivered violently, all of her teases and her relentless pace bringing your body into a frenzy. you jolt, your cum shooting out all over her cock as well as the car seat beneath you. “oh my fucking god…ohhh fu—“ you choke out, your entire figure growing limp as she pulls out.

“fuck baby, that was hot.” she whispers. your hands slip off of the window, leaving a streaky handprint as you feel her arms envelop your body, bringing you close. she kisses your hair, letting it linger before you speak. you had no idea what to say about what just happened, so you skipped over that—after all, her actions did all the talking. “sorry i got so mad, my love. i just hope you understand why.” you whisper as you lean into her.

she smiles softly, holding you close. it was comforting. “shh, its okay baby. although, its cute that you’ve moved on so fast. im nowhere near done yet.” she grins, sounding mocking.

the car was a mess, steamy windows, obvious handprints, clothes everywhere.

anyone who drove past—you prayed for their sanity, as well as yours as you awaited arriving home.

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[sivyera]

TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

ft. carlise, esme, emmet, rosalie, edward, jasper, alice, jacob, seth, leah, paul, charlie, bella

a/n: with songs to each character

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⤷ Carlisle Cullen - rich love

Carlisle is a very rich man which means he will spoil you a lot. Not only with expensive gifts but also with a lot of attention and affection.

Every time when he gets home from work, he welcomes you with a kiss and warm hug.

When he has a day off, he will cook with you (even tho he cannot eat it, it's just about the time he can spend with you) or you will lay on his lap with his hand stroking your hair and book in his other hand, reading to you.

Every Friday he will take you to a fancy restaurant and than for a slow walk around the nearest park.

On your birthday or on International Women's Day (or any other 'special' day) he will spoil you even more than on normal days. Expensive jewelry, perfumes, clothes, shoes,...

He will bring you flowers at least once every two weeks. And every July he will take you on vacation and you can choose where.

Lolita - Lana Del Rey

⤷ Esme Cullen - falling in love fast

Esme is such a kind soul so it's no surprise that you two fell in love with each other fast.

She will take you on a date every Saturday. Mostly coffee dates are her favourite. The two of you can talk for hours while drinking delicious coffee.

She will also enjoy baking with you (even tho she cannot eat/taste them)

She has many polaroids with you on them or with the both of you on them and has them hang in her closet or the small table beside her bed.

She loves when you paint her nails and massage her legs and she will always return the favor.

She loves sunny days but because she's a vampire and her skin sparkle on the sun, she cannot go out where people can see her, BUT she can go somewhere private like meadow or forest where you two can be alone and on the sun!

Sofia - Clairo

⤷ Emmett Cullen - he fell first and harder

Emmett was absolutely over the moon when you two started dating, because he knew from the start that you two are just meant to be.

He loves, loves, LOVES when you sit on his lap. He doesn't care if you are stroking his hair or doing make-up on him, he just want you in his lap, so he can embrace you with his big arms and muscular body.

He'll dance goofily around the bedroom with you to some catchy hip-hop songs he has found.

He loves cuddling with you especially when he can be the big spoon, because he likes how tiny you're compared to him.

Matching pyjamas and make polaroids in those pyjamas, which happens to be one of his favourite memory and polaroids.

He doesn't really like reading books but he always wants you to read to him, because he loves your voice.

She's Kinda Hot - 5 Seconds of Summer

⤷ Rosalie Cullen/Hale - you fell first but she fell harder

Rosalie has trust issues and trauma because of her past so she wouldn't fall in love easily nor fast, but trust me when she does fall in love; she loves hard.

She loves having spa day with you which includes face masks, painting nails, shared warm bath and much more.

She will take you to the mail shopping almost every day and will buy you everything you look at.

She doesn't like much PDA but she will hold your hand in public but if she gets jealous, she will show the person she's jealous off who you belong to.

She doesn't show it to others just you, but she loves cuddles. She loves when you lay next to her, face to face so she can see your beautiful face.

She's also very protective over you, so if any guy or a girl makes you feel uncomfortable (or unsafe), tell her and she will make sure they won't approach you ever again.

Prey - The Neighbourhood

⤷ Edward Cullen - first and only love

Edward waited so many years for you, but it was worth it because he finally got you.

He loves when you kiss his forehead even tho he has to lean down because of your height difference, it makes him feel safe. Still his favourite place to kiss you is on your lips.

Edward will write poets for you and about you on small piece of paper and then put them somewhere in your room where you will notice them like your closet or on your book, laptop, notebook, pillow,...and he will bring you your favorite flowers right after the previous ones he gave you have withered.

He will also write songs about you (or for you) and then play them to you on the piano. Which he absolutely loves because you sit right next to him and look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours full of love. Edward cannot read your mind but he can sure read your eyes, the small spark and the love in them when you look at him, he just loves it!

Loves cuddling with you, his favourite position is when you lay on his chest or when he's the big spoon, face to face or hugging you from behind.

He loves having deep talks with you and he'll tell you about his childhood or about the time he was born in.

Follow You - Imagine Dragons

⤷ Jasper Cullen/Hale - unconditional love

Jasper can be sometimes insecure just as much as Edward, they even have similar reasons... Jasper is afraid of him hurting you, he's afraid that he won't be able to control himself around you, but your words of affirmation and gently touch will calm him down.

Jasper doesn't talk much, he rather listens and he loves listens to you. It doesn't matter what you are talking about, he just loves your voice.

He will take you for a horse ride because he loved it back when he was a human and because he was a cowboy, but you two will have to share the horse because he wants your arms around him.

At first he was a bit scared of cuddling with you (again because of his control) but soon as your hand went to his hair, he melted. Both of you realized how touch starved he's so now cuddling is an everyday thing.

Jasper is a gentleman like Edward or Carlisle so he will also bring you flowers every even week.

He'll read to you to make you fall asleep, because his smooth voice is like a lullaby to you. But if Jasper feels that you are anxious, he will calm you down with his gift and than talk to you what made you anxious, eventually he will cuddle you.

R U Mine? - Artic Monkeys

⤷ Alice Cullen - any universe

Alice (because of her gift) always knew you were the one, her one and only true love. So when she first saw you, she couldn't help but babbling to her adoptive siblings all day how amazing you are and how she's already in love with you.

She'll go to the mail with you and make small fashion show with you in the cabins with all the cute outfits she found for you and you for her.

She's mostly the small spoon (sometimes she is the big spoon but depends on the situation) while cuddling because she loves when you hold her in your arms and stroke her back.

Outside, in front of other people, she will always hold your whole arm, not just palm.

If you have trouble falling asleep, she will gladly sing to you while stroking your hair.

She'll buy matching clothes, jewerly or nail polish, because she loves when you two match your outfits or other accesories.

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

⤷ Jacob Black - whatever it takes

Jacob is willing to do anything and everything for you, his imprint. He will kill for you, he will die for you, he will do just everything.

Jacob can be sometimes insecure because he isn't that rich like the Cullens and he thinks you deserve someone who will treat you like a queen, so once again he's willing to prove you that he's worthy of your love.

He'll make you a small wolf and your favourite flower out of wood and attached it into a bracelet, which he will eventually give you to your birthday.

He's also a big cuddle bug, because he's so warm will make you comfortable enough to fall asleep. He's most of the time the big spoon because he feels like he's protecting you but he doesn't mind to be the little spoon. Cuddling also leaves his scent on you so every vampire or shape-shifter (wolf) can smell who you belong to.

He'll take you on motorcycle rides. Also he will drop you at your school on his motorcycle and then he will pick you up. Also he'll let you ride on his back while he's in his wolf form.

Jacob doesn't like fancy restaurants, he prefers his or your bed with some snacks and movies, cuddling of course!

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

⤷  Seth Clearwater - love at first sight

Seth hoped that he will met his imprint someday and he heard from the others how amazing the feeling is to imprint on someone, but no one really prepared him to him because when he first saw you, your beauty hit him like a brick. And he finally understood the feeling because all he could see was you...

Seth will make sure you are always in a good mood with him, either he could tell you some stupid joke or cheesy pick-up line.

He maybe look like a cute baby but don't let his cute face fool you because he won't hesitate to kill for you, so it makes him really protective over you.

In his wolf form he's like a big puppy but only to you and he loves giving you piggy back rides in his wolf form.

Cuddling really depends on his mood; if he's in good mood he will be the little spoon with his head placed on your lap; if he's in a bad mood (mostly when he's jealous) he'll be the big spoon to show others that he can protect you.

He loves baking with you but he's clueless so he will just stand there and watch you or mix some ingredients, often sneaks up a kiss on the cheek while baking.

Dandelions - Ruth B.

⤷  Leah Clearwater - enemies to lovers

At first Leah hated the fact that she actually had a imprint, so she would try to stay away from you as much as possible and when she couldn't; she would have some nasty comments towards you, but it hurt her as hell when she saw how sad she made you or worst insecure.

She tried hard to stay away from you but she failed, miserably. She needed you, she needed to be with you, so she will explain everything to you same as she would apologize for her acting.

Very protective of you, anyone could just try and test her patience.

At first she wouldn't want you to be near her while she was in her wolf form because she was much bigger and stronger so she was afraid that she could hurt you, but she became a sucker for scratches behind her ear.

Seth will often tease his big sister because she's really soft when it comes to you, which makes Leah give Seth few playful slaps.

When it comes to cuddling, Leah is the big spoon because she has the urge to protect you and being the big spoon makes her feel like she's protecting you in you sleep.

Running With The Wolves - AURORA

⤷  Paul Lahote - rough love

With the term 'rough love' i mean that Paul is passionate lover and is willing to do anything for his imprint, you.

Paul isn't very patient when it comes to people but you are an exception. Still he's aggressive when someone push his buttons but you are always here to drag him away and calm him down.

Just a single touch and Paul's full attention is on you. Which brings me to the fact that he turns into a puppy when you touch him, your touch is just to comforting.

He's the big spoon because he feels like he protects you and it makes his scent stay on you.

He can get jealous very easily, he trusts you but he doesn't trusts the others and he doesn't want any boys or girls too close to his imprint.

Loves everything you cook or bake and will always eat everything.

Overprotective, if any vampire even dare to touch you, he'll kill him.

Little Freak - Harry Styles

⤷ Charlie Swan - old love

Charlie is old school but still a huge gentleman.

He will bring you flowers every time you had a bad day and some chocolates when you had a good day to make it even better.

He loves watching old movies or crime/detective movies with you, with his arm around your shoulder.

When he has day off, you two will go on a picnic date which always ends up with you laying on his chest while he's telling you some stories from work.

Every time you bring him a lunch into his police office, he will welcome you with a warm, thankful smile and thank you with a kiss on your cheek.

He will protect you even more than before, when he finds out that there are vampires and werewolfs (shape-shifters).

Burning Love - Elvis Presley

⤷  Bella Swan - teenage love

Bella will be awkward and nervous when she first spoke to you, because you were just too beautiful to be real. But to her surprise she made you fall in love with her which made her so, so happy.

First attempts of trying to cuddle with her or just show her simple romantic affection were awkward because she was just to nervous, eventually she will warm up and feel more comfortable.

She find our that you touch calms her anxiety and nervousness so whenever she's nervous or anxious she will just hold your hand and squeeze it gently.

Charlie was very happy that his daughter found someone like you, which made Bella even more happy when she saw how you, the love of her life and her father get along.

Often having sleepovers at her house when Charlie has night shifts, which always leads to matching face masks and cuddles.

Kisses on the cheek are her favourite, because she can easily turn and give you small peck on your cheek and visa versa.

Electric Love - BØRNS 

[odysseus-day]

ranking aftg characters on whether or not i'd trust them to hold my drink

dan: i think she'd be really enthusiastic about it, but she'd get a little too intense trying to stare down anyone who even looks at it and drop the whole cup. good effort, but now i have no drink.

kevin: no, he drinks it and now i once again have no drink.

andrew: maybe? unless i'm a new recruit and we're at eden's.... 😬 he'd fight off anyone else who tried to spike me, but god forbid i look a little suspicious and oop! there he goes, doing it himself. so maybe i'd rather not, actually.

matt: oh absolutely, are you kidding? he's holding all of the girl's drinks throughout the night, hand over the top. hell he's probably holding like three purses too. he's truly the carries everything bf when he goes out with the girls. i love him.

aaron: you know what, yeah. i would. i don't think he'd be super fixated on it with a hand over the top like matt, he'd probably just casually hold it for me while i'm in the bathroom and stand by the door, but i think he'd be chill enough to trust.

seth: corpses can't hold drinks. there is dirt in my beer now. absolutely not.

allison: my favorite girl's girl. absolutely. she has a hand over it and starts barking at anyone who even tries to come near my drink. maybe she bites a man. who knows! i love her.

nicky: no. he sits it down somewhere, forgets about it, and now i have no drink and the motherfucker won't even pay me back because he "didn't drink it." i'm not saying you did, babes, but that was a whole vodka cran and you lost it.

renee: yes, but she lectures me for two hours about drinking too much and being safe afterwards and kills my vibe. i do think she'd knife anyone who even tries to snatch it, tho, so i guess she's chill.

neil: i ask and he calls me a pussy and walks away. i get drugged and die. all he has to say at my funeral is "damn."

jean: he is also a girl's girl and gets really obsessive over keeping it safe. zones out of conversations because he's too focused on just staring at it. will not even fucking blink. he offers to hold it for me the rest of the night and i have to literally steal it back so he doesn't have a panic attack over trying to keep it within his sight at all times.

jeremy: also leaves it somewhere and forgets about it, but buys me three more to make up for it and apologizes so hard he cries. i get way drunker than i intended and also cry. we have to be carried home.

riko: the one they're keeping it away from. fuck no.

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * EMBRY CALL HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 his imprint is a fox shape shifter

you weren’t supposed to be there.

you’d been living off the grid in the forest surrounding forks, your fox form a blur in the trees—avoiding towns, people, and definitely wolves. you’d always known about the quileute pack. you just made sure they didn’t know about you.

until embry caught your scent.

you were both in your shifted forms when it happened.

one moment you were chasing a rabbit, the next—you were crashing straight into a massive wolf mid-patrol. fur tangled, paws skidded, and before you could bolt, the world just… stopped.

his golden-brown wolf eyes locked with yours, and it hit embry like lightning. heat rushed down his spine. his heartbeat synced with yours. time dropped away.

the imprint.

and all you could do was stare—frozen, confused, your sharp instincts screaming to run.

you darted away, terrified.

not of him, exactly—but of the pull. the intense, magnetic force tugging at something deep inside your chest. it didn’t make sense. nothing ever felt like that before, and the unknown had always been dangerous.

embry didn’t chase you.

he shifted back, waited by the tree line, and whispered softly into the air:

“i felt it. i know you did too.”

it wasn’t desperate. it wasn’t demanding. just… patient. gentle. like he understood you were scared. like he could wait forever.

you stayed in fox form for a few days after, watching from a distance.

embry would patrol alone, walking instead of running, never calling out—but always looking. leaving food in a safe clearing. sitting by the same log and humming softly. giving you time.

and against all your instincts, you felt yourself inching closer every time.

when you finally shifted back and approached him—still tense, arms crossed, looking wary—he didn’t move.

he just smiled. soft and slow.

“you’re real,” he whispered, like he couldn’t believe it.

“what did you do to me?” you asked, heart pounding, unsure whether to scream or bolt again.

“i didn’t do anything,” he said. “it’s… an imprint. i don’t expect anything from you. i just… want you to be okay.”

that’s what made you stay. that single moment. because for the first time, someone didn’t try to trap or tame you. he just wanted you safe.

the pack was shocked.

especially jacob and quil, who both stared at embry like he’d grown wings. paul snorted and muttered, “figures the quiet one gets the shifter girl.”

but sam? sam stepped forward, looked you right in the eye, and said gently,

“you’re part of the pack now. you’re not alone anymore.”

and something inside your chest finally, finally exhaled.

leah was a little standoffish at first (understandable), but you kind of admired her energy and threw some of it right back at her. eventually, you earned a nod of respect.

emily made you a welcome basket. quil tried (and failed) to impress you with bad fox jokes. seth? he just smiled at you like you were already family.

embry didn’t rush a thing. not your feelings, not your trust, not your decision to stay.

but every time you walked beside him in the woods, or shifted and brushed your tail against his paw, or leaned just a little closer during patrols—he looked at you like you hung the moon.

and you felt it too now.

not the fear, not the pull—but the peace.

you were exactly where you were meant to be.

the first time embry touched you, it was barely anything.

just the back of his hand brushing your arm when you handed him a thermos emily packed. you both froze. the contact sizzled. it wasn’t overwhelming—it was warm, grounding. like a match lighting in your chest.

you looked up, heart stuttering, and he whispered, “sorry.”

you shook your head, voice quiet. “no. it’s okay.”

he was so careful with you.

even after you started spending more time together—on long walks, curled in animal form near the fire with your tails tucked around your bodies—he never assumed anything. never touched you unless you initiated.

that made you want to reach for him.

the first real cuddle came after a long, cold patrol.

you’d stayed out too long in your fox form and were shivering badly when you shifted back. embry immediately tugged off his hoodie and wrapped it around you.

you muttered a protest through chattering teeth, but he didn’t care. he pulled you into his lap, wrapped his arms around you like a living furnace, and whispered against your hair, “just for a minute. let me keep you warm.”

that was the first time you rested your head on his chest.

the steady thud of his heart felt like home.

after that? cuddling became a thing.

you curled up on his chest during movie nights. you napped in fox form across his lap. you fell asleep in the passenger seat of his car, and he didn’t dare move—just drove with one hand while the other gently rested on your knee.

he always called you “little fox” when you cuddled.

“what, like i’m some kind of pet?” you’d grumble, nuzzling into his neck anyway.

“no,” he’d whisper, lips brushing your temple. “like you’re mine.”

the kiss didn’t happen in a big dramatic moment. no fireworks or stormy confessions.

it was quiet. soft. safe.

you were sitting by the fire in the woods—just the two of you, wrapped in his hoodie again, watching the sparks crackle against the night.

you looked at him and whispered, “i’m not scared anymore.”

he smiled, heart thudding, brushing your hair behind your ear. “i’d never let anything hurt you.”

and you just… leaned in.

gentle, slow, almost hesitant at first—until his hand came up to cup your cheek and the kiss deepened. tender and reverent, like he was memorizing the shape of your mouth, like he’d been waiting forever and still couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch you like this.

afterward, you stayed curled in his arms, his chin resting on your head, your fingers intertwined.

“so,” you murmured, “this is what imprinting really feels like?”

he smiled, voice low and a little shaky from how badly he’d fallen.

“no. this is what loving you feels like.”

running through the woods together is your love language.

the way you zip through the underbrush, weaving around tree trunks like a breeze, and he keeps pace with you, protective and always just behind you—it’s a kind of dance you do for hours.

you’re small, fast, and way more nimble in your fox form than he is in wolf form. you dart between trees like a streak of fire, and embry always lets you win because the little yipping sound you make when you “beat” him? his heart can’t take it.

“you’re getting slower,” you tease after shifting back, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

“nah,” he smirks. “i just like watching your fluffy butt bounce ahead of me.”

you tease embry constantly in the woods—darting ahead, flipping around to bump your shoulder against his wolf form, then sprinting away again. he pretends to growl but everyone knows he’s smiling like an idiot in his wolf head.

you’re small. like small small—especially next to a 6’7 werewolf built like he bench-presses trees for fun.

he doesn’t even try to hide how obsessed he is with how tiny you are.

he’ll shift back after patrol and immediately search for you. the second he finds you, you’re scooped up, pressed to his chest, and swaddled in blankets like he’s trying to absorb your warmth.

you’re so tiny compared to him—he’ll pull you onto his lap, wrap his arms around you, and tuck his chin over your head like it’s his full-time job. “you fit so good here, baby.”

you sometimes shift into your fox form just to curl up on his lap like a smug little heat pack. he pretends to grumble about your tail tickling his nose, but secretly? he melts every time.

the pack adores you. especially because you’re sassy and fearless despite being half their size.

paul once tried to jokingly growl at you while in wolf form. you didn’t flinch—just transformed and bit his tail. embry didn’t stop laughing for three days.

embry loves your fox form. loves the way you nuzzle his neck when he’s had a rough day. loves how you curl up next to his massive wolf form and fall asleep like you’ve never felt safer.

“you trust me that much?” he once asked you softly, scratching behind your ears.

you nipped his fingers playfully and licked his hand. translation: always.

he calls you “little fox,” “tiny trouble,” and “my little furball.” you respond by biting his bicep. (he lets you. every time.)

the imprint doesn’t make him possessive. It makes him protective—but in a soft, reverent way.

he never cages you. he just wants to run with you, laugh with you, build a life with you.

he walks on the outside of the sidewalk. always. always pulls her into his side when someone passes too close.

if someone flirts with you at a bonfire, embry is polite… at first. but when the guy lingers too long, his arm slides possessively around your waist and he kisses the top of your head like a warning label: mine.

the entire pack knows: if anyone makes you cry, embry’s claws come out. even quil once said something a little too teasing, and embry launched a shoe at his head and said, “apologize. now.”

if someone touches you—even slightly—it’s game over. he phases mid-motion, jaws snapping, forcing the rest of the pack to hold him back. he doesn’t even hear them yelling—he only sees you flinching.

he’s never forgiven himself for the way your eyes watered, even though you swore you were okay. “i didn’t expect you to get so angry,” you say later, curled into his chest. he holds you tighter, almost desperately. “you’re mine. i’m not sorry for protecting you.”

sometimes, you feel like you don’t belong. you’re not a wolf. you’re not huge or dangerous. you don’t even growl. you start pulling away, trying to prove you can be independent. “i don’t want to be the fragile one you have to save.”

embry doesn’t understand at first. he just sees you leaving during patrols, staying shifted for hours, not answering his calls. when you finally talk, it turns into a messy, heart-hurt argument.

“you’re not a burden,” he snaps. “you’re my imprint. my mate. that means you’re half of me. you think i protect you because i think you’re weak? no. i do it because losing you would rip me apart.”

you then asked, “do you ever wish your imprint was… normal?”

and it’s like you shot him in the chest. he just stares at you, stunned and wounded and he just collapses in front of you, forehead pressed to your stomach.

“i don’t care how small you are. i don’t care if you’re a fox, a bird, a flame—i’ll always find you. i’ll always choose you.”

when he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders, he leaned in, kissed your nose, and whispered, “no one else could ever keep up with me like you do.”

[yearsbecomingcool]

I have somewhat of any idea for the Seth fic maybe readers in the industry and meets him on his scouting trip like that one scene (how did that girl not melt seeing that hot tech nerd suited up) anyways telling you about his company w subtle flirty banter and later calling so he can show you around possibly leading to other steamy things once seeing your work 🤷‍♀️

idk im trash at putting out ideas so do what you will with this im excited for anything you put out for his characters! -⭐️

we're ending it on the phone | seth warshavsky

donate to gaza here | masterlist

pairing | seth warshavsky x adult film star!f!reader

synopsis | after seth tries to recruit you to join his site you call him back with some questions.

warnings | 18+!! mdni!!! sexual content, adult film star!reader, switch!seth, switch!reader, bisexual!reader, inaccurate depictions of the adult film industry, phone sex, mentions of bdsm, panty play, humiliation, degradation and mutual masturbation.

word count | 4.2k

a/n | if you're thinking about watching pam & tommy, don't!! it was made without pamela's permission and knowledge and is beyond disrespectful to her. it's not worth your time and fred has barely any screentime as seth. seth is also just a massive piece of shit in the show and real life so i'm characterizing him very differently in this fic. if you want to watch fred as seth stick to edits and scene packs! this was going to be longer and include them going to his studio for a tour but it just wasn't coming to me like i was hoping it would so i decided to just cut it after the phone sex so i hope that's alright!! i might do a part 2 because i had an idea for another seth fic anyway.

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Another day another shoot at some barely decorated mansion in the valley. You had been in the business for a little over the year, skyrocketing to popularity pretty quickly for someone so new. You’d practically done it all to get your start, softcore, hardcore, girl on girl, guy on girl, threesomes, orgies, you’d even done a few fetish films. Whatever it took to pay the bills and get you better paychecks you were down for. Today you were filming something completely boring, you’d seen about a million different versions of this but your agent promised the payout would be great so who were you to argue? You’d be playing some spoiled sorority girl fucking her professor to get a better grade, how innovative…

The production company had rented out a mansion for a couple days, a pair set up in every room for filming to make the most out of the money they’d spent renting it. You were scheduled to film in the study room with another actor you’d worked with before, he was nice and your films always turned out great but you were getting sick of filming with the same people constantly. It didn’t help that your filming schedule had been so packed that you had practically lost any and all time for a life outside of work, you were starting to grow bored of it all, you needed to switch it up for a change. When you got ready that morning you didn’t put in that much effort, leaving your face bare and your hair untouched. You trusted the hair and makeup artists would know better than you. You wore your usually filming day outfit, some comfy loungewear and a pair of slip on vans. The drive to the mansion from your apartment wasn’t awful, you’d definitely had longer and shittier commutes before. 

When you arrived the set was buzzing with activity, like always on these big shoots there were people everywhere. The crew was all over the place, you were directed to the basement where the hair and makeup team was set up to get everyone ready. When you walked in there was already a pair filming a penetration scene on top of a bar. Yours was planned to be more than just penetration, there’d be some spanking, restraints, oral, edging, and of course penetration as well. You made your way to the basement, joining the other actors. You made small talk with your scene partner while the girls got you ready, he was a bit older than you and was pretty much always cast in some sort of dominant role. You’d been cast in a multitude of submissive roles lately, you were a little tired of it. You wanted to make someone else come undone for once. Your eyes were heavily lined and smokey and your lips were slathered in so much gloss you could practically feel it weighing you down. You made your way to wardrobe, being dressed in a cropped t-shirt that had the neckline cut off so it slouched off one shoulder, no bra underneath of course. They’d paired it with the tiniest pair of cut off shorts you’d seen in your life, a hot pink thong poking out the back, the strings pulled up onto your hips. 

They offered you a robe to wear until shooting started but you declined, heading upstairs to go smoke by the pool. As you head up the stairs you see a man, if you can really call him that. He looked college aged and completely out of place in his suit that was a bit too big for him, the arms fit just a bit too long. His blonde hair had been styled nicely, he was trying to look powerful but instead looked like a kid playing in his fathers suit. He looks up at you with a smile, beckoning you over. You glanced around the room, considering if you should, but your curiosity got the best of you and you made your way over to him. He reached out to shake your hand, “I think I’ve seen you before.”

You roll your eyes at his shitty opener, shaking his hand. “If you’re a perv, which you probably are, then I’d assume you have. What are you doing here exactly?”

He eyes you shamelessly, “I’m Seth Warshavsky, I’m here for a few days trying to scout some talent. You seem like you’d be a good fit for what I’m looking for.”

You sigh, “Listen, if you’re trying to get me to switch over to your production company you’ll have to talk to my manager. I’ve been with this one like my whole career, I don’t think they’re gonna be happy if I jump ship now.”

He nods but he’s not really listening. “Just give me a chance to explain. I think you’ll like what I’m offering. You obviously enjoy what you do but aren’t you tired of getting fucked how someone else chooses? Wouldn’t you want a chance to enjoy your shoots more? This would be porn all on your own terms, you pick what you do what, what you wear, how you look. Doesn’t that sound better than all this?” He nods his head in the direction of the pair shooting on the couch, the man is plowing into her at a punishing pace, her moans sound faker than ever. You know she’s not actually enjoying herself.

“What exactly are you proposing here, Seth?” You ask, leaning against the wall. 

He hands you his card, “Internet Entertainment Group. We’re based in Seattle, we run a cam site, the highest quality available. All the other companies trying to get into online porn don’t have a chance against us. You’d make your own schedule, you’d pick what you wanna do for your streams. You’d have all the control. It would just be you, a camera, and the live stream chat. People would pay per minute, pay to request certain things, they’d be able to tip. There’s a lot more money in it than you’d think. Why don’t you give me a call tonight after you’ve had time to think about it, yeah?”

You take his card, stuffing it into your carton of cigarettes. “I’ll think about it…”

“And what was your name? I don’t think I caught it.”

You smirk, “That’s because I didn’t tell you my name. Just call me Vixen.”

He nods, “Alright then, Vixen. I’ll be expecting a call from you later, yeah?”

“If I remember,” you say, walking away to go smoke out back. 

You lounge outside by the pool, sitting on an unoccupied deck chair and smoking with another actress. “Did he ask you to join his little company too? I’ve heard from a few other girls that he’s been making his way all over Cali to try and recruit some girls for his site.” Asks Gigi. You’ve known her since you started, she’s only a few years older than you are and was one of the first bigger names you got to work with.

“Yep. Kind of shitty to come onto our sets where we’re working to recruit, don’t you think?”

She takes a drag from her cigarette, her bubblegum pink lipstick staining it. “Mhm, he’s one of those Silicon Valley tech bros trying to revolutionize whatever industry they can get their hands on. I don’t know why he doesn’t stream himself, he’s cute enough.”

You laugh, “Oh I’d pay to see that. What do you think he’d be like?”

Gigi hums, trying to imagine it. “Hmm…maybe he’d be one of those whiny types. He’s cocky but I doubt he has the stamina to back it up.”

“I do like the whiny ones…there’s no better feeling than pulling a man's hair and hearing him whimper like a little bitch,” you giggle, taking a drag from your cigarette. You watch from the deck chair as he approaches another girl, he’s much shorter than her, it’s quite entertaining to watch him try to sell his idea to women who have no interest in what he’s selling.

“Amen to that…” 

You hate to say it but the longer you film the more you think of Seth's offer, getting paid to masturbate and talk sounds like a dream. Obviously it’s a lot more than just jacking off and yapping but as your scene partner pounds into you pleasurelessly it starts to sound more and more appealing. You can picture it now, dressed up all pretty on a bedroom set, spreading yourself open in front of a camera, taking your time with your pleasure. Teasing yourself for your viewers, letting them think they have control, taking their money while you get yourself off. Okay it’s definitely more appealing than whatever the hell Jack is doing to you right now. You fight the urge to move his hand to your clit, you’d done it before and gotten yelled at for going off script. Your moans get more and more fake as it goes along. By the end of the day you’re sore, sticky, and in desperate need of a shower. 

Once you get home you’re quick to strip off your clothes and jump into the shower, you spend your time getting yourself clean, letting the warm water wash over you as you massage the muscles in your arms. You make a mental note to go to a massage parlor sometime this week, it’s been too long since you’ve been and you know you’re gonna feel like shit in the morning. Once you get into bed you start to think of Seth’s offer again, you grab your purse off your nightstand and dig your carton of cigarettes out of the bag. You pull the business card out of where you’d stashed it earlier and flip it around to look at the number. You chew at your lower lip trying to decide if you should call, you tap your manicured nails against the phone sitting on your nightstand before muttering, “Fuck it…” and dialing the number. 

You nervously play with the phone cord as you hear it ring, it goes on for a while and you consider just hanging up but finally he picks up. “Hello?” His voice is raspier than normal, you glance at the clock. Shit, it’s 1am, you probably woke him up.

“Hey it’s-” you almost say your real name, “Vixen…we uh, we met earlier today at that shoot in the Valley.”

He chuckles, carding his fingers through his hair. “I remember you, I didn’t expect you to call if I’m being honest.” You can hear the TV playing faintly in the background. He picks up the remote to pause the VHS he was playing.

“Yeah? You didn’t think you sold me on it?” You tease, laying back against your pillows, making yourself comfortable. Something about his voice is starting to make you want to dip your hand between your thighs, he could read the dictionary aloud and it would still get you squirming.

“If you want me to be honest I really didn’t, you seemed pretty set on staying with your job. How was that shoot, by the way? You looked nice…” He glances up at his TV, he had gone to a video store by his hotel and rented a few of your films. Your latest film, ‘Sorority Sluts II’, sits paused on the screen. You’re tied up on the screen, a panty gag stuffed hastily into your mouth. Your eyes are screwed shut in pleasure as another woman presses a wand to your clit. He has to admit you’re his favorite he’s watched so far, your moans could be enough to make him come. 

“Do you want the truth? I mean, have you worked in the industry outside of your little cam site?” You ask, thinking back on your shoot from earlier.

“I worked as a production assistant for a bit but besides that it’s really just been cams…so why don’t you give me a little scoop into the reality of being a big time pornstar…” He jokes.

His laugh makes your cheeks heat up, he sounds cute when he laughs. “When I first started I never would’ve thought I’d say this but it was so goddamn boring…I used to enjoy it but after a certain point it all got monotonous I guess. They really want us to stick to the script so there’s not a lot of room for real pleasure, y’know?”

“So you are faking it on these tapes?”

Your face scrunches up in confusion, “Are you watching my work? I’m flattered that I looked so hot when you saw me today you just had to go out and buy all my tapes…”

He scoffs, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, babe. I actually rented them. I just wanted to get more…familiar with your work just in case you called.” The lotion and tissues sitting on the nightstand begs to differ.

“Yeah, so what do you think, am I any good?”

He rolls his eyes, “Are you kidding me? You’re a fucking star. If you come to work for me I really think you could make more than you are right now, you’d have more fun too. I bet you sound so pretty when it’s real, people are over the scripted shit, they want to see something real. Why do you think sex tapes are getting so popular now?”

“You have a lot of good points…I really have to talk to my manager about this though. I have a contract and everything too…” you sigh.

“But you want to do it? Is that what I’m hearing?” You can practically hear his smile through the phone. His eyes flick back to you on his screen and he licks his lips.

“Yeah, I am. It sounds nice, it sounds better than what I’m doing now.”

“It will be, I promise. Every girl who’s switched over is making way more now.”

You look up at the ceiling, wetting your lips with your tongue. “Which film of mine were you watching when I called?” You ask curiously, starting to spread your legs. You start to trail your hand between your thighs as you wait to hear what he says.

“‘Sorority Sluts II’. You play a lot of sorority girls huh?”

You chuckle, “Yeah, the studio decided I just fit the look I guess…what do you think of it?”

His eyes widen, he can tell what you’re really trying to ask. “The way these girls are hazing you is pretty hot. This seems like it would’ve been a fun shoot…how many of these moans were fake?”

You think back to when you filmed it, “Not many are fake in that one actually. The humiliation films are always able to get me off so easily. I mean can you really blame me? All these pretty girls pinning me down and making fun of me, stripping me down, getting me off…that shoot was a fucking dream…”

“So should I be looking to see if any of the girls would want to stream with you then?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Are you taking notes right now, you fuckin’ nerd?”

“No! I just-” You cut him off.

“Turn off the business part of your brain for like five minutes…you have a nice voice, like really fucking nice. Like I would get off to you reading the dictionary nice…I…what are you wearing right now, Seth?” You haven’t felt this nervous since you were a teenager trying to not get caught having phone sex with your first girlfriend. 

He chuckles, laying back and “Are you trying to have phone sex with me right now?”

“Yeah…do you…do you not want to have phone sex with me?” You sound pathetic. 

He laughs, “I do, I just wasn’t expecting this.”

“So…what are you wearing Seth?”

He sighs playfully, “That’s really the line you’re going with here? You’re a pornstar and that’s the best you can give me? C’mon babe, you can do better than that.”

“Okay to be fair I didn’t write any pornos, I just starred in them okay!” You say defensively.

“Fine…I’m wearing,” Seth looks down at his outfit, “A white t-shirt and some black boxer briefs. What about you, babe?”

“I’m wearing a white tank top and some white panties with a cherry print on them.”

He chuckles, “Cherries huh? Cute.” He tries to picture you laying in bed wearing them.

You chew nervously at your lower lip, “Did you get hard watching my films?”

“How could I not? You looked fucking amazing…you look so good tied up and writhing under their touch. The way you’re just helpless and at their mercy…god…” He can’t help but reach down and squeeze himself through his underwear. His eyes flicker over to the screen, your face scrunched up in ecstasy.

“You wanna tie me up, Seth? Use a vibrator on me, or maybe eat me out? You seem good with your mouth, you think you could make me come undone for you?” You ask, your hand trailing down to your panties. You play with the frills that line the waistband.

“Of course I could, I’d have you writhing in seconds,” he says cockily.

“You sound so confident,” you giggle. 

“I have the proof to back it up…do you wanna start touching yourself for me?”

“Mhm, where should I start?” You feel nervous, as if you’re a teenager again.

“Start by playing with your tits over your tank top, play with your nipples too. Get them hard for me, close your eyes and pretend it’s me doing it,” he instructs. 

You use your shoulder to keep the phone in place as you trail your hands down to your breasts, you close your eyes and knead at your flesh, whining softly into the phone. Seth smiles when he hears you, “So fucking pretty…” 

You roll your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, whimpering his name as you squirm under your own touch. Seth teases himself over his underwear as he listens to you whine and squirm, “If I was there with you I’d mark up those perfect tits, make sure the next time someone saw you undressed they knew who had you last. You going to set with my marks all over you…I wouldn’t start with your tits though, I’d pull you into my lap to straddle me first. I’d kiss you, soft at first, get you nice and comfortable before I pull you closer by your hair. I bet you’d whimper like a little bitch, wouldn’t you? I’ve seen how you take pain, it’d be so pathetic. I’d kiss down your neck, mark you up there too, leave marks in places not even a turtleneck could hide. Then I’d move onto your tits, I’d be rough just to keep those sad little whimpers going. Biting at your sensitive tits, pulling and twisting at your nipples, god I bet it’d get you wet so quick. You’d like it, wouldn’t you?”

You whine at his words, nodding as if he can see you. “I’m already wet just from imagining it…I’d be a fucking mess in your lap. If you think I’m whiny now just wait till you get me in your lap for real. I’m not like I am in my films y’know, in real life I get so much more pathetic, much more squirmy. You’d probably like that, huh?”

“‘Course I would, a pretty girl whining and squirming in my lap is like my perfect wet dream.” He chuckles. He reaches over to the nightstand and pumps some lotion into his hand. He ducks his hand beneath his waistband, wrapping his hand around his cock. “Touch yourself for me, do it over your panties. Y’know what, grab the waistband for me and tug those pretty little things up your cunt. Make it tight for me, hold it in place and play with your clit over your panties.” 

“You want me to give myself a wedgie?” Your brows furrowed in confusion, it’s an odd request.

“Don’t think of it like that, just try it for me, yeah? It’ll feel good, trust me.”

Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment as you reach down, curling your fingers around the frilly waistband of your panties. You sigh, embarrassment filling your chest as you slowly pull up the waistband. The cotton fabric pulls taut against your cunt creating a friction you would’ve never imagined could be so pleasurable. You whine as you hook your fingers into the leg holes, tugging it up, starting to feel it push your lips apart. “Seth…I can’t believe you’re making me do this, it’s so embarrassing…” You whine, your hips bucking up involuntarily as you pull harder. The fabric presses against your clit making every move even more pleasurable. 

“If it’s so embarrassing why are you doing it and whimpering like it gets you off, hm? Keep pulling for me, be a good girl. Make it tight. Pull till you can’t take it anymore.” 

You whimper as you tug the fabric between your lips, holding it tight against your cunt. It’s biting into you painfully but despite that you’re soaking the fabric. You can feel your cunt pulse around it, clenching at the fabric. “I-I think it’s tight enough…”

He smiles, pumping his cock at a teasingly slow pace. “Play with your clit for me, soak those panties like the good girl I know you are.” 

You start to rub your clit over the taut fabric, the added friction from your panties makes you whine even louder into the phone. You grind your hips against your hand, “Stop teasing and let me play with myself properly.” 

“Hm…why should I?” He teases.

“I gave myself a fucking wedgie for you, don’t be a dick!” You groan in frustration.

“Fine…go on, you can touch yourself.”

You slowly pull your panties back down, the crotch soaked with your juices. You wince at the unexpected burn as you pull your panties out of your most sensitive area. You slowly insert two fingers inside of yourself, using your thumb to play with your clit. You’re mumbling into the phone, “Seth, you gonna let me come tonight? Gonna get off to my moans again? How many of my tapes did you jack off too tonight, hm?”

He starts to pump his cock at a faster pace, “Fuck…four? I think, yeah, four. I haven’t finished the one that's on right now.”

An idea pops into your head and you smile at the thought, “You wanna finish that tape while you’re on the phone with me? Wanna tell me what’s happening in it?”

“Yes ma’am…” He presses play on the remote, the tape starting up again. He starts narrating the tape to you, “You’re tied up, a blonde woman is pressing the hitachi wand to your clit. You’re moaning like a pathetic little bitch, writhing around, trying to escape the sensation. God you’re fucking helpless to it, poor baby can’t help but enjoy it.” His pupils are blown as he jacks off. Your movements speed up as well, imagining he’s the one doing it to you. 

“I sound pathetic, yeah? Do I sound like this?” You start to imitate your moans and whimpers from your tapes. That really gets him going, he squeezes his hand around his cock.

“If you do this I won’t last much longer,” he whines.

“Good,” you laugh breathily. 

“You gonna sound this pretty on stream, baby?”

You roll your eyes, “What’d I say about business talk, hm?”

“Sorry…sorry…just imagining you all dolled up teasing your viewers. Bet you’d use toys and tease yourself for ‘em…pretty girl edging herself for her audience…” He trails off, imagining your future streams.

“I’m gonna be your favorite, hm? Gonna spend your days jackin’ off to me ‘stead of doing work, aren’t you? Fuckin’ pervert…bet you like me talking mean like this, don’t you? Admit it, Seth. Tell me how much you like it, you fucking perv.”

Your words go straight to his cock and he can feel himself getting closer, “Of course you’re gonna be my favorite…prettiest fucking girl I’ve ever seen, might have to pay you for a private stream sometime…” He’s practically fucking his hand at this point. The two of you are a mess of  moans and whines, his narration of the tape quickly stopping as he feels himself getting closer. 

“Gonna come…let me come, please…” You mumble. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, you need release more than you need air. 

“You can come baby…come whenever you need, such a good girl, already earned it,” he mutters, hips bucking up against his hand. 

It doesn’t take much longer for the both of you to come, he’s first, your name mixed in with a few swears spilling from his lips. The same comes from you only seconds later, curling into yourself as you work yourself through your orgasm. The only sound coming from the phones is the two of you trying to catch your breath.

“Are you gonna come see the studio?” He asks, his voice softer now.

“Mhm…gonna talk with my manager ‘bout it, I’ll keep you updated.”

“Good girl…thank you for calling, I had a nice time with you,” he says shyly.

You can’t help but smile at how soft his voice got, “So did I…I’ll call you again sometime, promise.” You hang up before he can get another word in. You look up at the ceiling, “What the hell did I just do?”

[damiansgoodgirll]

damian priest x reader, damian gets jealous when the reader gets to be paired in a tag team match with another male superstar and celebrate their tag team win

damian priest x reader

‼️jealous damian, mention of smut but no actual smut

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

goin’ crazy

“that’s not fair” your boyfriend damian blurted out while you were finishing getting ready for your match.

it’s not like you had any choice. you were offered a tag team match against seth and becky and you couldn’t say no.

damian wasn’t really happy when you got paired with drew. heavily despising the scottish, damian couldn’t understand why he wasn’t picked instead of drew.

“damian…” you called him “it’s just a match, it’s just work…”

“i know but still, i don’t understand why they picked drew instead of me…we work so good together and we have some power moves that would make becky and seth on their knees” damian was complaining like a toddler.

“because this feud is between seth, drew and punk…you already have enough to care about with the judgment day, plus you have a match later on…damian, trust me, it’s going to be okay” you tried to calm him down.

it’s not that damian didn’t trust you.

he didn’t trust drew.

he didn’t trust no man near you, especially when he would have to touch you.

“i know but”

“no buts damian” you turned to face him once you were done with your make up “it’s just work…you should know this better than anyone else” you smiled at him.

“you’re right…” he gave up, knowing that complaining with you would only make you more angry.

“now, can you give me a good luck kiss or do i have to ask drew for that too?” you joked, making damian to arch his brows.

“come here before i bend you over and i show drew what he could never have” he smirked at you, holding you close by your hips and kissing your lips. his strong hands were moving from your hips to your back, making you shiver under his touch while his lips softly played with yours, kissing and biting them.

“damian…i’m gonna be late” you whispered against his lips.

“maybe i want you to be late” he said making you laugh as he kissed you again.

“okay, now i really have to go…wish me good luck” you said smiling at him.

damian knew that no matter how jealous he was, he couldn’t ruin your happiness so he pretended everything was okay just to see you smile again and again “okay, good luck on the match, see you after that! kick some asses out there” he said making you laugh.

he stayed backstage, rhea later on joined him too.

“i’m going crazy” he said making her laugh.

he was watching you through the tv in your changing room. seth and becky were already in the ring, you were waking side by side with drew. people thought that it was a crazy combination pairing you with drew but everyone was curious about it.

the match started pretty easily, just you and becky against each other, but it was when you shoved her against the corner that the real match began.

you wanted to win that match. for your fans, for damian, for drew, for you. you knew you were capable of doing it so. even if you weren’t as experienced as becky, you had big potential and you were ready to use it.

becky was clearly in distress so she moved to seth only to be blocked by you. you shoved her on the ground again, making her yelp from pain but in a split of second she was able to free herself and move to seth.

you turned around and moved to drew, changing your position and now cheering for him.

drew was stronger than seth, heavier and probably more pissed than he was so it started with drew attacking him and shoving him to the ground. you couldn’t deny that watching drew attacking seth, made you think that maybe you two were a good team.

it was good match but when you saw drew getting more tired, you offered him your hand just to be yanked off the ring by becky.

now you were the one in pain. you heard the referee counting but he stopped at two as drew didn’t give up.

when you got up becky wanted to hit you but she saw an opportunity to distract drew to make them win but you didn’t let her so when she was about to get on the ring, you strongly grabbed her from the ankle and threw her off just like she did with you.

in that moment you saw that as an opportunity to distract seth to make drew win so, to everyone shock, you claymore-d seth, making his body go limp inside the ring.

you heard everyone cheering for you. drew was shocked. rhea and damian were shocked too watching the match backstage.

drew took the opportunity you gave him and pinned seth, making the referee count to three and making you win the match.

“oh my…” you joined drew on the ring, celebrating with him. he was genuinely happy, he took your arm and raised it like the referee did.

“you did good” he smiled at you.

“you too!” you congratulated him.

damian was happy for your match but he couldn’t help the jealousy when he saw you and drew smiling at each other.

in the meantime drew accompanied you backstage “that was a good match y/n…anytime you want to train just let me know okay?”

“absolutely! i loved being tag team with you” you smiled, not realising that damian was behind you two. he wanted to welcome you back after the match and he definitely wasn’t expecting to see you all chitchatting with drew.

“and that claymore? you surprised everyone!” he joked, making you laugh.

“i know…i watched many of your matches…i’ve always wanted to recreate that move” you joked.

“well…you did great and” before he could continue damian interrupted you both.

“congratulations on the match” you both turned to face him. his tone was pretty serious and drew took that as a sign to leave you alone “you watched his videos? you wanna train with him?” he asked, a little hint of jealousy in his voice.

you laughed, damian was definitely overreacting and you found it adorable “you know that drew is married, don’t you?” you teased him.

“if he’s married, why can’t he train with his wife?” he asked, coming closer to you.

“maybe cause she’s not a wrestler?” you teased him again, he hated the power you had on him “plus, you can’t deny we did good! it was incredible!”

“fair…and yes, it was a good match, you really surprised me with that claymore” he smiled against your lips “you surprised everyone” he said before kissing you softly “me too”

you melted into the kiss. it was soft, not like the one he gave you before the match. this kiss showed how much he trusted you.

“go get ready for your match” you smiled against his lips “and if you win you might get a surprise tonight” you winked before leaving him alone, watching as you left.

oh, he definitely was going to win that match for you.

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “i get so weak in the knees, i can hardly speak. i lose all control and something takes over me…” 💌⏳🦢🍸

• how does your crush currently feel about you?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. here's something to kick off fall 🍂 take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. enjoy!

pile 1 📩 —

heyyy pile 1! let's jump right into your reading 🤗 i'm already hearing that you think about your crush A LOT like you can't get them off your mind even if you tried and they feel the exact same way. you two mirror each other so if you feel intensely about them, they're also feeling intensely about you even if they don't convey that outwardly (i.e. their facial expressions/body language) i feel like they’re not used to having a huge crush on someone, it usually just kinda…happens for them??? like they don't usually have to put a lot of work in to make someone fall for them (bc i'm visually seeing that they're pretty damn attractive) but that's not gonna cut it with you — they just can't get by on their looks. you're big on taking your time to get to know someone and building up that level of trust and respect. you carry yourself very well pile 1 and that's really what made them do a double take when they first saw you. you're 1 of 1 — they've never seen anyone like you before. i'm hearing that some of you may look exotic or people tell you that you resemble a specific celebrity a lot? idk but just know you get the blood rushing through their veins lol they can't help but feel excited when they're around you, yet they barely know you which is the crazy part. they feel like they know you but they don't…and that's what so intriguing to them. stranger by jhené aiko is coming to mind, “i know ya face, i know ya name but i don't know you? isn't that crazy? isn't that crazy?” you may judge them at first and already think the worst like “oh i bet they’re a player!” but don’t jump to conclusions! give it a chance. they may actually surprise you and treat you like royalty, cause i feel a lot of adoration coming from their end…even though they know little to nothing about you. i want you around by snoh aalegra is playing in my head, “it's somethin' 'bout the way you stare into my eyes. i know that i don't make things clear. i fall for you every time i try to resist you.” they’re gonna fall hard for you pile 1. they’re definitely going to want to get serious and make this official which will shock you both, because of how fast things will just come together naturally. AHHH I LOVE IT.

other channeled messages:

whoa by snoh aalegra, kiss me thru the phone by soulja boy ft. sammie, tattoos, glasses, scorpio placements/scorpio moon, wifey, bright smile, almond shaped eyes, petite figure, girl of my dreams, kissin’ on my tattoos by august alsina, u are my high by dj snake & future, prominent air sign placements

pile 2 ⚖️ —

hiiiii pile 2 💓 right away i’m hearing that your crush feels like you’re unattainable? you might be really popular or a naturally social person that everyone clings to, and they find this a bit intimidating. they don’t know how to approach you – they've been trying to figure out how to get your attention but little do they know that they already have it. y'all might have a dynamic like summer and seth from ‘the O.C.’ and/or stiles and lydia from ‘teen wolf’ aw when they find out you like them back it'll most likely catch them off guard like “who?! ME?!” lol they’re so cute. you’re very dreamy to them, they'll damn near start drooling when you’re in close proximity to them…i’m also hearing that they love the way you dress. you show just enough to let their imagination wander lol idk if they wanted me to say that cause i can see their cheeks getting red and them getting all flustered 🤣 let me just say that they respect you so much! they’ll feel so lucky to finally get to know you on a personal level because they’ve been inquiring about you for awhile now. you’ll be everything that they dreamed of plus more & vice versa. there’s definitely a best friend dynamic at the root of this connection, you both will be able to be yourselves unapologetically when you're together. i feel sooo much warmth and comfort. idk why belly and jeremiah from ‘the summer i turned pretty’ just popped up in my head lol but yeah they will love holding you gently and staring into your eyes longingly 😩 SO ADORBS.

other channeled messages:

the cool girl & the gamer boy, no idea by don toliver, just talk to her dude, victor from corpse bride, timothée chalamet, bilingual, hit different by sza ft. ty dolla $ign, my forever boy, good days by sza, skateboarding

pile 3 ⚓️ —

pile 333 💫 what's up!!! i channeled a song for y'all already, come over by aaliyah is coming in strongly. “i know you're asleep but you're on my mind and i'm wide awake and i wanna stop by.” ooo there’s a very sensual vibe between you and your crush, a lot of sexual attraction and tension i'm picking up. you two would make a great looking couple — a lot of people will be looking at you two when you're interacting with each other. it's like “can those two get a room already and just fuck” LMAOOO some will be hating but others will just be admiring like damn i wish i had that. i feel like your crush makes you act really shy lol you try to muster up the courage to look them in the eye and be bold but you fold every time lol i’m hearing them say “don’t be shy baby” 😩 your crush knows what they're doingggggg omg they just love to tease you. a couple that's coming to mind is joey and pacey from ‘dawson's creek’ you may not have paid them much mind initially but one day something clicked and you were like damn…i really like them. it might take a little minute for y'all to officially get together but once you two do…WHEW. i told y'all the sexual tension is through the roof — i’m hearing this is that 90’s r&b type of love. a lot of slow burn and building up to the real thing. they think so much about what it'll be like to finally be able to hold you, kiss you and treat you properly. you evoke a lot of inspiration, motivation and passion in them pile 3 <3

other channeled messages:

halfcrazy by musiq soulchild, take a picture it'll last longer, lavender haze by taylor swift, muse by partynexydoor, capricorn placements/capricorn venus, you're like my own personal brand of heroin - edward cullen (lol)

[minyard-05]

concussion

usual suspects tags: @bsideheart @you-know-i-get-itt @millportisntreal @absolutely-existing @sunriseabram @tessasilverswan @andrewsleftarmband (lmk if you want to be added)

this is a little thing that i like to call Mildly Homoerotic Medical Care don't think about it too much

read on ao3

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Aaron tipped Seth's head upwards toward the light, turning his head to better study his eyes.

"I'm not high, if that's what you're looking for."

Aaron rolled his eyes but pressed the pads of his thumbs into the soft skin above and below Seth's eyes, gently tugging them further open to get a better look.

"Checking for concussion, actually," Aaron said, matter-of-factly, but he finally let go of Seth's head, sitting back and flipping him off, expression blank.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

Seth stared him down with false malice in his glare, before he ducked his head, biting the tip of Aaron's finger lightly before slipping it inside his mouth. Aaron's expression changed, undetectable if Seth hadn't been watching for it. A flicker of hesitation for a moment, gaze dipping, before he looked up again. Seth didn't move until Aaron did, until he pulled his hand away and rolled his eyes as he wiped his finger off on Seth's shirt.

"You're not concussed, which should be a miracle, but you've got such a thick skull it's more impressive you felt a thing."

"Too many words, dumb it down for me," Seth replied.

"I called you an idiot, Seth."

"There's a first."

"It was your fault," Aaron said, changing the subject and moving away.

"You have to stop picking fights with the other side. This is what you get."

"I don't have to do anything," Seth replied, but he moved his head a little too quickly to track Aaron's pace, and a bolt of pain shot through his skull. He didn't say anything, but closed his eyes and grit his teeth, letting out a long breath. When he opened them again, Aaron was standing over him, an orange bottle in one hand and an I-told-you-so look in his eyes. Seth returned it with a glare.

Aaron shook two white pills out of the bottle and held them up.

"Painkillers."

Seth didn't break eye contact as he allowed Aaron to place the pills on his tongue, and to close his mouth afterward with a finger underneath his chin. Seth swallowed the tasteless drug dry, gazing up at Aaron's unchanged expression. He knew by now that Aaron didn't trust himself with even the most mild of painkillers, choosing instead to suffer through his regular migraines, waving off any offer of help and flat-out ignoring anyone who told him to just take something for it. The sentiment was cute, but Seth knew better.

"Jealous?" he asked, giving Aaron every right to punch him in the mouth.

Aaron didn't glare at him, didn't even roll his eyes, just looked bored. The hand that still rested over the line of Seth's jaw crept toward the back of his neck, blunt, bitten nails grazing across his skin. Seth felt every point of contact amplified a thousandfold, but Aaron didn't seem to take any notice.

"Of what?" he said, monotone.

Seth didn't have time to process that, much less answer, when the sound of a loud buzzer blared out. Aaron looked in the direction of the sound on instinct, still scratching his nails against the base of Seth's skull.

"That's half time," he said, which was obvious. He started to step away from the bed.

"Better get back out there," Seth said, shoving the small of Aaron's back away as he let go of his hand.

"Go defend my team, Five."

Aaron didn't look back when he left, only pausing in the doorway to say "If they were your team, they'd like you better."

Then he was gone.

Seth dropped back on the bed, staring up at the white lights of the infirmary.

Maybe he really was concussed.

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[akutasoda]

house cat

synopsis - a domestic morning with your beloved cat officer

includes - seth

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 584

a/n: hi hi! this is a request by anon!! and as they requested a couple different things in one, im posting this separately! i was meant to finish the dan heng one first but ended up finishing this... hopefully will post the dan heng ons tomorrow!!

as light streamed through the gaps in the curtains, the first thing you heard was the beeping of someone's alarm. your’s or seth’s you didn't know but either way you reached over to turn it off - by now you knew it was a futile effort in total to move your entire body as of now.

as always, you had to gently shake seth awake. every morning without fail, seth would always be curled up into your side, he slept noticeably heavier this way compared to how he used to be the first one up ages ago. seth was always much more cuddly when he was tired and the mornings were no different. fortunately, he roused rather quickly.

seth would never admit it, as it was incredibly cheesy and would embarrass him greatly to say out loud, but waking up to see you by his side never failed to make his heart flutter. gently, he'd nuzzle slightly into you before untangling his limbs from yours and the both of you would start your morning routines.

another noticeable trait you'd become familiar with was that seth didn't dare stray from your side for too long. of course, he was respectable and would give you space and privacy but otherwise he needed you to be in his line of sight. it was more for his peace of mind and he seriously meant no harm, so you allowed him.

he waited patiently for you to finish up your usual routine before following you toward the kitchen. occasionally, seth would wake up earlier just to be up to make you breakfast but nowadays he enjoyed your company more so - although he still wants to sometimes but leaving you alone in the morning is a difficult task.

seth would stand right beside you, helping you with whatever you wanted to do and eagerly listening to you, he really only wanted to help you.

you need him to go grab something? done. need him to make something? he'll try his best. simply want some affection? your going to have to pry him off so you can leave the house.

seth would also have quite the habit of giving you constant reminders. you swore he knew your schedule and tasks better than you did. they were all gentle reminders to make sure you got the best start to your day. even sometimes he got carried away and would start telling you about his plans, or even something he thought to do, just the two of you.

and as you both approached the front door, you gave seth one final kiss on his cheek. some form of goodbye that never failed to leave his tail furiously wagging. as soon as either of you would open that door, you two would have to go your separate lives until both of you arrived home later in the evening - although occasionally visiting the other at work wasn't entirely uncommon.

every morning ran like this. a blissful routine that the pair of you could always trust.

[saturvn]

Hello! I hooe ur not Busy. Anyway,can ypu do a Headcanons of Seth X Spouse reader and his reaction when tye reader Prioritizes his safety whenever thry do the deed and likr the reader keeps On softly reminding him tonlet them know if He's uncomfortable or wants to stop bcs he feels unsafe?

I dont want anything nsfw i jist want to know Seth's reaction tbh

 ♡𓈒 ˙ ｡ SETH X SPOUSE READER HEADCANONS 𓈒 ˙ ｡  ♡

sorry for the super delay, Iihope you like it.

seth is initially taken aback by your constant concern for his comfort and safety. he's used to being perceived as powerful and invincible, so having someone so attentive to his needs is a new experience for him.

at first, he might not know how to respond to your gentle reminders and might even brush them off, thinking it's unnecessary

over time, seth starts to appreciate your constant care. he realizes that your reminders come from a place of genuine love and concern, something he hasn't often experienced.

your attentiveness helps him let his guard down, allowing him to feel more vulnerable and safe in your presence.

your continuous reassurance builds a strong foundation of trust between you two. seth starts to understand that he can rely on you not just as a spouse but as a protector of his well-being.

he begins to open up about his insecurities and fears, knowing that you will listen and support him unconditionally.

seth's protective instincts kick in stronger as he sees how much you care for his safety. he becomes even more determined to protect you in return, ensuring that nothing harms the person who looks out for him so devotedly.

seth responds to your care with small but meaningful gestures of affection. he might hold you closer, kiss you more tenderly, or simply whisper words of appreciation and love.

your relationship becomes a mutual safety net where both of you prioritize each other's comfort and well-being. this mutual care strengthens your bond and makes you an inseparable team.

in essence, seth's reaction to your prioritizing his safety and comfort during intimate moments would be one of gradual appreciation, increased trust, and emotional growth. your constant care would help him let down his guard, making your relationship deeper and more meaningful.

[wyzzze]

One (slightly horrifying) thing I've learned from playing ZZZ is that the staff is VERY good at making characters that look one way but act in a completely unexpected way that has the ability to charm me.

For instance, before I started playing, I thought I wouldn't like Nicole. I thought she was going to be an overly shallow, snotty type that would be very "ohoho~" and annoying in a tropey way. And..she is "ohoho~" af but she's actually in a very delicate balancing act of being an absolute queen and a huge girlfailure and she steals the show whenever she's around. She's indeed vaguely all of the things you expect her to be but she does it in such a...charming way that she has me laughing and I'm ride or die w her now.

I didn't expect to like Lucy either! I thought she'd just be a normal tsundere but the one thing I've always really hated about typical tsunderes is their inability to be reasonable and how out of pocket they can be and Lucy...isn't like that. She's actually super reasonable and she sorta drives that ship. Calydon as a faction balances her traits out so well that when she barks orders it's like "ok yeah finally someone with common sense 😌✨️" if anything. She's still a princess-y tsundere but she missed the one trait I can't stand and that's kind of impressive to me tbh.

I didn't expect to dislike Seth per se but I didn't expect to like him that much either...he's a cop (his biggest sin) and he's...peppy. Which...isn't a sin...but it makes me (who is fucked up and evil) soooorta wish for him to uhh. break. 😇 Just a little bit! As a treat!! But he got me too okay....like fuuuck whatever! Whatever!!! Wet sad catboy with No Friends and his family problems that keep making him say "is my family normal? 🥺 it's normal right?" whateverrr!!! Just get in the car, loser!!! 🤧 god!!

I didn't think I'd like Harumasa! I have complete trust issues with characters that look like him! I expected him to be more of a ~sunshine on the outside but dark on the inside~ yandere-leaning kind of trope based on looks. But he's actually one of my favorite character archtypes instead...he's literally a sleepy guy with a billion nuanced problems and a fucked life. My favorite fucking food!! I owe you an apology, Mr. Harumasa!! I wasn't familiar with your game!!

But perhaps the most surprising twist of fate is me liking Wise. Like, I did NOT have high hopes for this boy, okay. I was NOT a believer. I didn't expect either one of them to have that much personality. When I first saw Wise's design with my working eyes I thought ZZZ devs fucking hated him. I thought he was going to be stale bread in terms of personality.

But like, Look! Look at us now!!

He's like a brother to me.

On god, the other day I blocked somebody for saying he was ugly with no love in their voice.

This game is so dangerous is what I'm saying bc the writers know how to get me to like characters that I have an allergy for. I am a Hateful Hateful person and it just keeps happening. They're like my little meow meows now, watch out or it could happen to u!

[wynterstrawberry]

“I’ll quit for you.”

Another day another deadline. You felt like you were drowning in your work but you also didn’t have enough time to think about it. Autopilot had taken over your life getting you from one deadline to the next. Seth was concerned about your stress levels and tried to talk to you about. Which fell on deaf ears as you continued to be absorbed in your work.

As you woke up the feeling of an illness lingered through your body. You sighed and opened your laptop to work from home. Seth walked into your room as you started a coughing fit. He hated seeing you like this. It felt like he was in a relationship with a wall anymore the way work had absorbed you.

He shook his head hearing how sick you were and knowing you were still buried in your work. He admired your work ethic but it annoyed him too. “Baby you need to rest.” He spoke gently as he closed your laptop screen. You continued staring at where your screen used to be as your brain processed what Seth said and done. “Wait I needed that.”

“Honey look at yourself. You’re sick emotionally and physically. This job isn’t good for you. It’s literally making you sick.”

“That’s not true I could’ve got sick from anywhere.” You attempted to counter knowing Seth was right.

He stayed silent and gave you one of his slightly judgmental you can’t be serious looks.

“Okay fine maybe it’s affected me a little.”

He continued silent and his expression cut you to the core.

“Okay my job is making me unhappy and sick and I don’t know how to get away from it. It’s like Stockholm syndrome.”

“Just quit.”

You wanted to but you also didn’t want to be dependent on Seth. And it was as if he could read your mind.

“Hey we’re a freaking couple. Of course I’m going to take care of you and there’s nothing you can do about it. My money is your money and you don’t have another say in it.”

“But-“

“Nuh uh”

“I-“

“No”

Seth interjected everytime you tried to object. You finally sighed and accepted defeat.

“I’m scared to quit.” You spoke quietly accepting defeat as you looked into his eyes.

His expression softened and he held out his hand for your phone.

“Then I’ll quit for you.”

You were a bit worried at how he was going to quit for you but you trusted him and lowkey at this point you didn’t care anymore. As Seth typed on your phone you thought about everything you had endured for the job and realized you should’ve quit a while before.”

“Thank you.” You said as he handed your phone back with a smile.

He kissed your head and smiled back “of course. Anything for my girl. And I placed an order for your favorite restaurant.” He finished with a wink.

Naturally Seth being Seth he also added both of your favorite candies and had a whole movie night planned with a massage for you.

[wallofchynax]

ALL THAT YOU ARE

Synopsis: You and Seth have been fuckbuddies drifting apart. Now that he's a Heyman guy, he comes back unto your life and wants you for real this time. You shouldn't want him; you don't trust Heyman but Seth won't take no for an answer this time

content warnings: dubcon, oral sex (f!recieving), creampies, seth being manipulative, choking

got a request? send it over to me <3

You weren't exactly on speaking terms with Seth these days. 

Something had changed with him. It started at Elimination Chamber, and it went through to Wrestlemania. You weren’t surprised when he had became a Paul Heyman guy. You could have seen the writing on the wall months ago. Your relationship, if you wanted to call it that, had been tense. You weren’t exactly in a purely platonic relationship but you weren’t in a romantic relationship either. Truthfully, you didn’t really know how you felt about Seth and recently, you were even more confused.  

However, when you were getting ready for Raw in your locker room, you heard the door open. You didn’t invite him in but then again, people like Seth Rollins don’t wait for permission. Being a Paul Heyman guy meant that you didn’t need to wait for anyone now.  

You were on the bench, taping your wrists not really looking at him but you could feel his eyes. He wasn’t watching you with the eyes that he normally did and you could feel it on your back. Something had corrupted that charm and made it more calculated. Feral.  

He didn’t speak. He closed the door and watched you but you knew he was there. You always knew he was there without him saying a word because the air in the room changed each time.  

“You know you are wasting your time down here,” he said, finally, voice smooth and low, the way temptation always sounded before it turned into sin, “You should be at the top with me, like you deserve,” 

You didn’t look at him – you just spoke flatly, “I’m not interested in being one of Heyman’s puppets,” 

He laughed. Not his normal over the top, show boating laugh. It wasn’t cruel, it wasn’t kind. It was just knowing.  

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying,” You heard his steps alongside his words. You felt him, even before his fingers grazed your shoulders, “You wouldn’t belong to him. You would belong to me,” 

You hated that it made you shiver with want.  

“You don’t get it, do you?” He murmured as he moved to crouch in front of you. He was forcing you to look at him and there was something soft yet so calculating about the way he looked right now. He placed a hand on your knee, soft circles just under the hem of your gear, “I asked for you personally. Heyman didn’t even need convincing,” 

His eyes were full of fire and smoke with something you weren’t sure you could resist. 

“You can say no, Y/N. You know you can always say no and I’ll leave you alone…” his voice was soft, almost caring but you knew better when his hand was pressing up against your thigh, “But that’s not what you want, isn’t it? 

He tilted his head, mouth slightly parting. 

“You’ve always wanted this. You’ve always wanted me,” 

You opened your mouth. You wanted to argue with him, slap him or maybe kiss him but you were conflicted and it showed on your face and the way your face went pink when his hand was sliding higher on your thigh, urging your thighs to spread for him.  

“I barely recognise you, Seth…”  

His smile curled but his eyes looked soft. Sympathetic even. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmured, voice dark like honey as he leaned in closer, so close his breath fanned your cheek, making you ache even though you wanted to run, “Maybe this is who I’ve always been. Maybe you just haven’t been looking close enough,” 

His other hand came up, not rough but intentional as his fingers slid along your jaw to hold you still, so you didn’t have a choice but to meet his gaze. 

“I see you,” he whispered, “Even when no one else does. I see you even when you try and bury it underneath all that pride. I see you,” 

Your lips parted but no sounds came out. You were trembling but not out of fear. His words were hitting something that was raw and true. You hated how Seth seemed to know that he had some sort of power over you.  

“You don’t have to trust Heyman. You don’t even have to trust me,” he said as his thumb brushed over your lip, slow and a touch manipulative, “But you will come with me whether you think it’s right or wrong,” 

“Why? You asked, voice tight and aching as your breath caught up. His fingers felt your jaw and trailed down your neck, right over your pulse point, “So you can say you own me? Is that it, Seth?  

His chuckle this time was lower, and more honest. 

“I already do,” 

He leaned in, lips just ghosting your own. You felt him everywhere trying to cage you in and the worst part was he didn’t even need to try,  

“Don’t lie to yourself. You have never belonged to anyone but me…”  

You wanted to shove him away. To scream, to laugh in his face, to tell him he was wrong. 

But your body betrayed you.  

You didn’t move. You didn’t flinch. You stayed still, breath catching in your throat as his lips brushed over yours, not quite a kiss, not yet, but claiming all the same. Seth’s fingers moved lower, down your collarbone, dragging with the slow reverence of someone memorising the shape of you. His other hand still cradled your jaw, not tight, but with just enough pressure to say you’re not going anywhere.  

“Say it,” he whispered.  

Your eyes snapped to his. “Say what?”  

“That you feel it,” he said, lips brushing the edge of your mouth again. “This pull between us. You always have.”  

“You’re wrong,” you said, but it sounded weak. Unconvincing. Because his touch was burning through every inch of resolve you thought you had.  

Seth tilted his head, smiling faintly, and it looked almost sad. “You think I didn’t feel you watching me? You think I didn’t see the way you looked at me before I was his?”  

His thumb brushed the hollow of your throat.  

“I was yours long before I became Paul’s.”  

You shook your head, voice cracking 

“You don’t get to twist this...you don’t-” 

But his lips were on yours before you could even finish your sentence. It was a kiss that silenced you. A kiss that dominated without pushing too hard. 

It wasn’t violent. It wasn’t forceful. It was worse, it was intimate. Designed to unravel you. Meant to make you need it, crave it, beg for more even when you hated yourself for doing so. 

You gasped against him, but your legs were parting instinctively when his hand slid up your inner thigh again, this time with purpose. 

Seth broke the kiss with a soft bite to your lower lip, watching your flushed, dazed face with something darkly triumphant. 

“You can keep pretending you don’t want this,” he whispered. “But sooner or later, you’re going to come with me.” 

And then his mouth was on yours again, but this time it wasn’t a tease—it was consumption. His hands were on your thighs, spreading them effortless. Fingers yanking at your gear, pushing the waistband down, exposing you like it was his right. 

“You think I can’t smell it...” he murmered, dragging your soaked panties down your thighs, “You were dripping and I barely touched you,” 

“Seth...what the fuck.” 

His hands grabbed your knees and spread you open, eyes flickering with lust and triumph. 

“I’m going to ruin you,” 

And then he dropped to his knees. Before you could even stop him, his hands were pressed against his thighs pushing them far apart before his head dipped down. When his mouth met your heat, tongue immediately flattening and dragging up your soaked folds with zero hesitation. He groaned like it fed something deep in him, something starving. You grabbed at his hair, not to guide, but to survive. 

“Seth...jesus,” 

He didn’t stop. His tongue circled your clit, teasing it, then pressing hard, just to feel the way your thighs jumped. He sucked, licked, and devoured like a man obsessed. 

And maybe he was. 

“You taste like you belong to me,” he growled into you, breath hot, voice wrecked. 

You cried out, loud, grinding against his face before you could stop yourself. Your hips moved on instinct now, chasing him, chasing the friction that burned so good you couldn’t breathe through it. 

He held you down when you started to shake,palms firm on your thighs as he sucked your clit harder, tongue flicking and teasing until tears brimmed in your eyes. 

It was too much. 

Too deep. Too raw. 

And still, he kept going. 

Your first orgasm tore through you like a scream, but Seth didn’t stop. He just kept going. He licked you through it, kept licking, mouth relentless as your hips jerked and your body spasmed. By the time the second orgasm hit, you were almost in tears, legs shaking uncontrollably, hands fisting his hair so tightly he was moaning against your clip. 

He loved it. He fed on you wanting him as much as you wanted him. You broke on his tongue, crying now, voice hoarse as your body collapsed backward on the table, wrung out and soaked and shaking. 

Only then did Seth rise. 

He leaned over you, lips glistening, licking them slow as he stared down at your red face. He did not wait, after what he just pulled from your body. His fingers stroked along the folds of your sensitive pussy before scooping up your slick. 

“There she is,” he whispered, brushing a tear off your cheek with the same thumb that held your lip earlier. “There’s my girl.” 

His fingers pressed against your lip, forcing them inside so you could taste yourself on his fingers. Your lips parted automatically, tongue curling around the fingers he pushed in, coated in your slick, warm, salty. He watched the way you sucked on them, expression burning with pride and hunger, like he’d just claimed a prize he’d been chasing for years. 

“My perfect little mess,” he murmured. “So fucking sweet for me.” 

His hand cupped your jaw, thumb sliding across your wet bottom lip before he pulled his fingers free and stood fully between your spread thighs again. 

You whimpered from overstimulation, but you were far from done. 

Not even close. 

He grabbed your hips, yanking you towards the edge of the table until your ass nearly slid off. He pulled down his wrestling gear enough to pull his cock out, thick, flushed, twitching with anticipation as he dragged the tip through your soaked folds.  

“I should make you beg,” he said, his tone a low, dangerous purr. “But you don’t need to. Not anymore.” 

You choked out a breath, too far gone to argue, thighs trembling as he lined himself up, pressing in, slow but deliberate. He wanted you to feel every inch, every second of the stretch. 

And you did. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, clawing at his arms as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch, stretching you open until he bottomed out. 

He was so deep it hurt and felt too good to stop.  

Seth grunted through his teeth, jaw clenched as he held still for a moment inside you, like he was savouring it. 

“Made for me,” he growled, one hand gripping your thigh while the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head forwards and lowering so his lips were just hovering over his lips, “Say it. Say you were made for me,” 

He slammed into you, hard and sudden, driving a moan out of your throat. 

“Say it,” 

You were crying now, but not from fear. From how full you were. From the way it felt to finally let go. From the way his cock split you open like you were made for this, made for him. His hand slid from your hair to your throat, not squeezing, just holding. Just there. Just enough pressure to ground you in the chaos of everything. 

And God, you wanted it.  

You moaned, loud, arching under, wrapping your legs tighter around his hips, thighs trembling.  

“Say it,” he growled again, fingers digging in slightly deeper, brutal thrust that made the breath punch for your lungs, “Tell me your mine,” 

“I’m yours,” you gasped, voice cracking as your fingers dug into his back, “Seth... I’m yours. Fuck, please don’t stop-” 

That’s all he needed. 

He fucked into you hard, deep, filthy, each thrust driving the table under you just a little farther back on the floor. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, along with your broken moans and the low, possessive growls from his chest. 

“You feel that?” he rasped, fucking you harder. “That’s me inside you. Claiming you.” 

You could feel everything, the stretch, the drag, the way your body clenched down on him so tight it almost hurt. Your pussy was so soaked it sounded obscene, each thrust messier than the last, slick and wet and perfect. 

“You love it,” he snarled. “You love how I take you. You love being ruined.” 

You nodded frantically, eyes wet, lips parted. 

“Yes...yes, I fucking love it, don’t stop, please, don’t stop—” 

His thumb found your clit again, circling it with rough, fast pressure that made your whole body jolt. Your moans rose in pitch, high, wild and helpless. 

“Gonna come again for me?” he whispered, mouth close, tongue flicking over your earlobe. 

You whimpered, head dropping back as the pressure spiralled, white-hot and uncontrollable. 

“Yes! Fuck! I’m gonna...!” 

And you shattered before you finished your sentence. You came hard, screaming his name as your body convulsed, your cunt squeezing his cock in tight fluttering waves that had his eyes rolling back. 

“Shit!” he gritted out, slamming into you a few more times before he stilled, spilling inside of you with a broken guttural groan, his cock pulsing deep as he came, filling you with hot thick spurts until it leaked around the base. You clung to him, trembling, completely spent. His chest was heaving against yours, his forehead resting against the side of your neck, his voice a raspy whisper: 

“You’re mine now. And I don’t share.” 

His lips kissed the skin just beneath your jaw. Soft, almost sweet, a stark contrast to everything that came before. 

“I know,” you breathed, heart pounding, fingers threading into his damp hair. 

And this time, you don’t think you will leave him. Not now, not ever.