#im ar a loss of words

[fayes-fics]

Too Much

Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (threesome), modern AU

Summary: Anthony and Benedict take on a challenge you set them.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, MMF threesome, dom/sub dynamics, use of pet/play names/titles (baby girl, kitten, sir), dirty talk, vaginal fingering, sex toys (vibrator), oral sex (m to f), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, brief loss of consciousness.

Word Count: 4.1k

Authors Note: this is a double request fill for @demonic-black-queen and Anon (HERE and HERE). I hope you don't mind me combining your requests into this one-shot. Im not sure about it, but I hope it fits your requests. Unbetaed. Enjoy<3

“What the…?!?”

You almost jump out of your skin and spin around to find two sets of shocked eyes trained on you. You didn’t hear anyone enter the flat with your AirPods in.

“El isn’t here,” you point out once you rally from the scare. 

You decide to push through the mortification of being found dancing through your flat in your underwear on a Saturday afternoon. They are the ones who shouldn’t be here, after all, her two oldest brothers. Both look utterly delicious in faded tees and jeans, something you are trying (but failing) not to notice.

“Yes, we know she’s away for a week; that’s why we are here,” Anthony responds, steadfastly looking at your face, but you can see a vein in his temple is pulsing. 

“We came to assemble some standing desk she’s been on about,” Benedict explains, stepping out from behind his older brother. “We are so sorry to intrude; El told us you would be out this weekend too,” he adds apologetically, but you don’t miss the momentary flicker of his gaze down your body.

“I was supposed to be,” you admit with a conciliatory nod, “change of plans, useless now ex-boyfriend,” you throw your hands up in a shrugging gesture.

“What happened?” Benedict blurts out, then appears to check himself. “Sorry, ignore that; it’s none of our business.”

You decide to shock them with part of the truth. If they are going to interrupt your alone time in your own home, you are going to have a little fun. See how they react. “Couldn’t make me orgasm enough,” you twist your lips into a coquettish pout, raising an eyebrow. “Couldn’t tame me properly enough either; I need a better dom than that.”

Benedict splutters a surprised cough and then looks thoroughly entertained.

“Not surprised. You’re a total brat,” Anthony mutters under his breath.

“What was that?” you throw back boldly, wanting to see where this could go. An illicit thrill runs down your spine as you cross your arms under your breasts, knowing it frames them so well.

“I said you’re a little brat, and you need to learn when to shut up,” Anthony states louder, more intentionally, his eyes flitting down to your cleavage. You see out of the corner of your eye Benedict’s gaze ping-ponging between you, a bemused expression on his handsome features.

“You’re not the boss of me,” you volley back every cell alive at this challenge. You’ve always had this antagonistic, dangerously flirty vibe with El’s oldest brother whenever he comes to visit. It’s like he knows without saying what buttons to press to rile you up in every sense.

Anthony advances on you with a strong gait; you inhale sharply as he pulls up inches from you, so close you can feel his body heat—looking down at you with a clipped expression.

“If I were, you’d be quiet and over my knee by now,” he opines darkly, and you ripen, feeling your body readying for him. 

Please, yes, please.

Instead, you just raise an eyebrow. “I’d like to see you try,” you goad, tossing your hair a little for good measure. 

Anthony’s face morphs into a predatory smile; you have to swallow around a lump in your throat as he leans in. “You don’t stand a chance with both of us,” he cautions.

Your breath catches, your eyes flitting past him to Benedict, whose face is still one of amusement, but something else is there too, a glint, a heat in his eye you didn’t notice before. “Are you a dom too?” you ask, attempting casual. It's not even a question you bother posing to Anthony; his nose is inches from your neck, sniffing your scent, animal-like.

“I can be when the situation calls for it,” Benedict responds assuredly, pushing off where he leans nonchalantly, “and this definitely calls for it,” he adds, licking his lip and turning to face you more squarely. 

“So what say you?” Anthony prompts, his voice like velvet, a hand hovering but not touching your hip, awaiting your permission to touch, to play. Respectful in a way that makes you want this, them, even more.

“I say…” you pause for dramatic effect, meeting Benedict’s eyes as your hand lands in Anthony’s hair, and he inhales sharply at the drag of your nails on his scalp. “Try me, Bridgerton.” 

The challenge issued is the green light Anthony needs, grabbing your hips harshly, sure to leave fingerprints. 

“Limits?” he inquires as his teeth graze your neck.

“Nothing that will scar; otherwise, let’s see what you come up with,” you return, pulse racing, being intentionally vague, wanting to see how wild they can be.

“Alright then,” he huffs, amused, ���safe word?”

“Blueberry,” a soft sigh escaping your lips as he bites into you harsher.

“That’s cute,” you feel his smile against your skin.

“Exactly, just like me,” you reply precociously, and there is another chuckle—from the younger brother this time, as Benedict rounds behind you and a large hand cups your entire skull, tilting it back so you look up at him through heavy lashes.

“You’ll regret riling him up,” he warns, leaning close. “Tell me, what do you like to be called when you play like this? Hmm?” His question is sweet and considerate to ask. “Little one? Kitten? Baby girl?”

“All, any of those,” you whisper, your cupid’s bow catching his lip as you do so, Anthony’s hands sweeping down to grab your buttocks and heave you against his toned body. Benedict crowds into your back, and you feel your stomach clench as you are trapped between them.

“I like a girl who gives options,” Benedict murmurs approvingly and then he captures your lips in an almost bruising kiss, those long fingers flexing against your scalp, directing you as Anthony’s mouth slides around to your throat.

Oh, this will be excellent.

“Are you both going to get as undressed as me?” you urge as Benedict breaks the kiss.

They both laugh in response, and you feel the vibration against your front and back; it's enthralling.

“It might be best if we stay dressed for today,” Benedict answers, causing you to pout at him. “You don't think we can bring you blinding pleasure without removing our clothes?” he intuits your thoughts.

“No, I don't,” you reply honestly.

Anthony pulls you towards him, his lips ghosting yours. “Oh, then you have so much to learn about what a good dom is, baby girl. I could make you pass out and not remove an ounce of clothing.”

You gasp into his bruising kiss as Benedict's hands sweep around your sides. “He's right,” Benedict gusts into your ear, his fingers tracing the notches of your spine. “We can make you come so many times you’ll beg us to stop.”

“Yeah, right,” you goad defiantly into Anthony’s mouth, and he yanks you away by the hair at the base of your scalp.

“Challenge accepted, baby girl,” he growls. 

With a nod to Benedict, you squeal as they pick you up as if you weigh nothing and move towards your bedroom, slamming open the door open so it bangs loudly against the wall and throwing you onto your bed with a force that would usually annoy you, but right now just heightens your pleasure, a little bit of rough handling sometimes increases your arousal.

They both climb onto the bed on either side of you, bracketing your body so you can't move, twining their ankles around yours so your legs are held open while guiding your hands to your headboard.

“Hold on here, and don't let go until we say so,” Anthony orders, hot in your ear. “Now, where is your vibrator?” 

“Bedside drawer,” you stutter, nodding to the one over Benedict’s shoulder.

He twists around to find it as Anthony runs a finger across your bra. “How attached are you to this underwear?” 

“Not particularly.”

“Good,” he states firmly, “because I am in the mood to rip it off your body.” the casual way he says it makes you gasp as Benedict turns back with your vibrator in hand, placing it onto the pillow above your head for now. They both run their hands over the plane of your body, landing on your underwear. “With both of us, this little scrap doesn't stand a chance, ” he warns.

Your gaze pings between them, your arousal rocketing as they grasp the fabric between their dextrous hands; the noise of fabric ripping fills the air. They remove the scraps of material from around your body, cool air swirling your soaked flesh where they hold your legs open.

Fuck, that is hot.

“Oh, this is lovely, kitten,” Benedict rumbles as his long fingers trail through your trimmed, shaped hair patch.

It's the first time someone has complimented your pubic hair, and watch wide-eyed as a smirk crawls across his face, his hand slipping lower. You gasp as he unerringly finds your clit and brushes against it, achingly light. Anthony’s hands are busy pulling your thighs even wider apart, then spidering up your inner thigh until his, too, reaches your folds.

“Baby girl, you are soaking for us,” his voice gravelly as you moan when he slips a finger inside you. “Oh, you like that, don't you?” he adds, his smile also dangerous.

You bite your lip and nod enthusiastically, still barely believing this is how the surprise encounter has turned out. With Benedict's fingers on your clit and Anthonys inside you, you know you are in trouble already. They know precisely what they are doing; Anthony slides a second finger inside, so you feel a stretch as Benedict hooks his thumb under your clitoral hood and starts to flick against your most sensitive nub.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, your head flopping back and then their warms lips are on your body, starting at your neck and nibbling their way down your heated collarbones to the edge of your bra.

As if timed perfectly, they each push down a cup, and their tongues swirl your nipples simultaneously; you are thrown so close to orgasm it's unbelievable. Eyes shut and crying out.

“Kitten, does it truly take so little?” Benedict laughs, trailing his nose over your nipple as he expertly teases your clit.

“I have no idea what is happening, fucking hell,” your throat dry, your mind unable to compute how quickly they are hurtling you towards an edge.

“It's evident this little brat has never had a real dom tame her before,” Anthony says airily, adding a third finger into you and wringing mortifying sounds from your body.  “Holding her down and showing her just how fast she can come with…” he pauses to hook onto a spot inside that makes you squeal, “expert hands…” he adds, bemused.

“Yes, fine, okay, you win,” you exhale shakily, your pussy burning white hot, “just please, please don't stop,” you whine, your hands curled tight around the cold metal posts of your headboard. 

With a glance at each other that you know is some silent communication, Anthonys' fingers rocking deeper into you and curling into a hook on every stroke as Benedict circles your clit at an increasing pace, all as their tongues tease your nipples incessantly, their bodies holding you down and open to their wonderful ministrations. A long low curse leaves your lips as you ratchet so high it's almost dizzying.

“Yes, that's it, baby girl, give it to us,” Anthony buzzes against your breast.

“Come on, kitten,” Benedict adds, surging up to capture your lips as he senses the tugging fluttering sensation around your clit.

And then you are breaking, your mind switching off, routed in the fireworks in your body, fighting them to buck your hips against the tide ripping through your body, but they won't let you, holding your legs down and open as you orgasm helplessly under their control. Your cunt clenching Anthonys' fingers so forcefully he growls.

“Brother, you have to have your fingers inside this little cunt when it orgasms; feel the power there; it’s quite amazing,” he comments casually as you float somewhere on a cloud. “I tell you, it must be absolute heaven to have that clenching around your cock.”

“Then I suggest we swap,” Benedict volleys back, bemused.

“Wha… what do you mean?” you slur drowsily, barely back in the room from your out-of-body and mind experience, moaning gently as Anthony’s fingers slip from inside you.

“Now you will come around his fingers, baby girl,” Anthony tutors.

“But I just came?” you frown, still confused.

Benedict chuckles, his hands trailing up your patch of hair to your dewy belly. “You think once is enough, kitten? Oh no, you will keep coming until we tell you otherwise,” an undercurrent of something dark and smokey in his cadence.

“But I…” you protest weakly.

“You thought we were joking?” Anthony responds incredulously, “No baby girl, you will come over and over and over.”  

You swallow thickly as you realise they mean it, and you cry out as Anthony’s thumb slowly circles your clit, still swollen and throbbing from your orgasm.

“Oh god…” you whisper, feeling overwrought. 

“Oh yes, come on, you should be able to come again very soon,” he lectures, “maybe harder this time.”

“Look at me,” Benedict commands, and you swing your head to the side to give him your full attention, your eyes staring into his inky blank pupils as a crooked grin claims his face, and he slips a finger inside you. Your mouth makes an undignified noise as he does, still fluttering a little from your orgasm. You feel him triumphantly studying your facial reaction as he reaches even deeper than Anthony. “Aren't you delightfully tight,” he murmurs into your cheek, and you are grateful his movements are slow, precise, gently adding a second finger and rocking into you with a rhythmic push.

“That's it, baby girl,” Anthony praises, and you sway your face towards him, letting him kiss your lips and hush you with soft brushes on your clit.

“Go easy on me,” you warn, but it's met with a hollow chuckle, and suddenly, their hands start to move faster, and you look at them in turn pleadingly.

“When will you learn, baby girl?” Anthony replies, his tone flint-edged as he flicks your clit so deftly you pant. “We are in charge here; we set the rules. The minute you tell us what to do, we will do the opposite. Until you learn not to be such… a… little… brat...” he punctuates each of the last three words with a tooth grazing around your nipple, and you are clinging to the headboard for dear life, knuckles turning white as you feel yourself pushing higher and higher. 

They aren't treating you daintily, and it's precisely what you need. Your mouth hangs open; you twist to bite your own bicep as they suckle on your breasts and twine their legs higher around yours as you start to fight their hold.

“Nuh uh uh,” Anthony clucks, “don't fight us, baby girl, you know you want this, come on break again, show him what you can do,” he dares you, as Benedict's fingers feel so powerful you can't avoid what is coming. 

“Oh my little kitten, I can feel you pulsing,” Benedict nuzzles your face with his nose, driving his fingers into you forcefully as Anthony circles your clit so fast you can't breathe. 

Your eyes roll back, emitting a noise halfway between a squeal and a shout as you feel yourself breaking again. A dam inside you gives way, a gush of wetness as you convulse vice-like around Benedict's fingers, both of them making noises of triumphant surprise as your entire body tenses under their grip. Every fibre in you feels like it snaps then pings back. You scream so loud you are grateful this converted warehouse has such thick concrete walls.

“Wow… I had to use all my strength to fight to stay inside you there, kitten; my brother was right,” Benedict murmurs, but you can barely take it on board as his fingers slip from inside you. Incapable of doing anything but whimpering, your body experiences little aftershocks that make your brain akin to static.

And then Anthony is reaching over your head, and the trademark buzz of your vibrator starts up.

“Nononono,” you protest lightly, forgetting it was there, even as you know they aren't going to heed you. Your only way out of this is your safe word, which is the very last thing you want to utter. Anthony trails the vibrating tip in a long line down the middle of your body, your whiny protest being disregarded. You scream again as the strong pulse hits your overly sensitive nub.

“Oh god, I can't. I can't; it’s too much,” you wail, your head thrashing from side to side—it's the only thing you can move with them both restraining you.

“You can, and you will, kitten,” Benedict replies, his large hand on your belly, smearing your juices across your skin.

Your whole body is overstimulated; sweat slicks your body as you flush so hot again, your nipples burning from the shadow of stubble around their mouths, your cunt still clenching in waves, your clit almost painful, distended, throbbing so hard you swear it's where your heartbeat now lives.

“I can't come again. I can't.”

“Stop whining,” Anthony barks and presses the vibe firmly into you so you feel the waves all the way up into your public bone.

“Please no…” you wail, wracking breaths, fighting air into your lungs.

“That's not your safe word, baby girl,” Anthony reminds you as you curl your lips under your teeth, not wanting to say it by accident. “Hmm, that's what I thought,” he smirks before heavily running his tongue on your breast again.

You are cursing now, panting, unable to fight the tide approaching you yet again, so fast, so strong.

“Here it is,” he gloats, and his whole leg presses harshly on yours as your hips want to cant up high off the bed. 

This time it’s a wave you feel powerless to fight, so you just let it wash over you. Every cell of your being feels electric, your body tingling as you can't stop quivering.

“Please, please, please, please,” you stutter into his lips, tears forming at the corner of your eyes, appealing for mercy, but he doesn't remove the vibrator from where it rests on your white hot clit.

“Oh baby girl, do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?” he flatters, running a hand into your hair that is no doubt sweaty and tangled. “Kiss him,” he orders, nodding to Benedict.

Drowsily, you find yourself turning to obey.

 “Good fucking girl,” Anthony hisses a compliment in your ear as Benedict's tongue invades your mouth. “It looks like you are finally behaving for your doms.”

You feel yourself slipping away slightly as Benedict breaks the kiss, falling into a space where your mind is in the backseat, willing to follow their instructions without a thought except to please them.

“Brother, I think this kitten is finally in her little submissive state,” Benedict opines, running his hand possessively on your skin, petting you like a cat.

“You are right,” Anthony concurs, and you passively smile as they look down at you.

“One more orgasm, my baby girl, then you can rest,” Anthony whispers into your cheek, and you nod blithely.

“No vibrator, please. Tongue,” you appeal meekly, twining your fingers around the metal posts you cling to.

“Oh, kitten, you want one of us to slip between your legs and suck your swollen little clit into our mouth? Bite down until you scream?” Benedict dusks in your ear, painting a debauched picture with his words.

“Please yesss,” you implore, looking at him so beseechingly.

“Whose tongue?” Anthony inquires.

“I don't mind; you are both so wonderful, sir,” you confess with a sigh, floating away.

“This was your idea,” Benedict capitulates to his elder brother. “Go ahead; I’ll hold her down and talk to her.”

Anthony nods, and you feel a crest of victory in your veins as he swings above your body and shuffles down, ploughing his tongue into your folds without preamble. He licks a strong line up to your clit, and you cry out with the slightest nudge. His strong arms wrap around your legs and pull you obscenely wide open to his ministrations; there is no way for you to battle this hold. Then Benedict is kissing you hard again, stealing your breath, the sensation of both of their tongues inside different parts of your body utterly overwhelming.

“Does that feel good, kitten?” he nudges your head to the side to whisper in your ear as Anthony feasts on your body.

“Yes sir,” your words still slurred, drunk on sensation.

“Do you promise to always be a good obedient little one for us from now on?” he queries with a smug tone.

“Yes sir,” your heart sings that they might be willing to play more with you as Anthony’s talented tongue circles your clit teasingly, making your belly tense in anticipation. 

“Should I tell you what we plan to do to you next time?” he intones as he tugs your earlobe with his teeth.

“Please, yes sir,” you appeal.

“How about we take our clothes off?” he begins, and you bite your lip, eager at the idea, moaning loudly as Anthony sucks on your clit, flicking the nub with a speared tongue. “Will you get on your knees for us?” Again, you can only nod, under their spell entirely. “Good kitten,” he praises, running a hand over your breast and pinching the tip so hard you scream. “I love how responsive you are; I cannot wait to be inside your mouth, your cunt…” the way that word drips decadently from him makes you uncurl your hand from the headboard and grab his shoulder. “Put that hand back right now, you bad kitten,” he warns gently, and you immediately obey. You go to apologise, but it comes out a scream as Anthony flicks on the vibrator and pushes it into your cunt just an inch, but it's enough to make you light-headed.

“Yes, that's it; I want you to scream as I fuck you, just like that,” Benedict growls, his breath uneven, and you notice a teeming urgency as he thrusts his hard cock caged inside his jeans against your hip.

Something about his desperation makes you crave them, saying whatever pops into your head uncensored. “I want you both to fuck me so hard, sir… at the same time.”

Benedict growls a little and bites your earlobe again. “Yes, kitten, we will do that.”

You can sense the desperation in Anthony, too, the mattress moving slightly as he pushes his pelvis into it rhythmically. His suction and heated mouth are enough, but with a flick of his finger, he turns the vibrator to the maximum, and you start swirling a black hole of consciousness, the pleasure so intense that you let out a noise that sounds inhuman to your ears.

“Yes, that’s it, my little wild kitten. Let’s hear all those gorgeous noises,” is snarled against your damp forehead.

It's the last thing you hear as your mind yells too much, too much, and a sudden, intense, almost violent tidal wave sweeps you away, overwhelming everything, the world going dark and quiet….

…. You emerge from that inky place to gentle whispers and soft hands petting your body in soothing motions. 

“Come back to us, baby girl,” Anthony coos, and it takes you a few moments to realise he has moved from between your legs and is at your side again. You also realise your hands are no longer wrapped around the spindles behind your head but resting gently on your tummy as they rub your shoulders, relieving the slight ache there.

Their voices continue with lavishing praise as you gradually return to your senses, running your tongue over your lips, your mouth feeling full of cotton wool.

“What happened?” you croak, barely audible.

“You blacked out on us, baby girl,” Anthony giggles, “just for a few seconds,” he reassures.

They draw you into a joint comforting embrace as your blissfully fuzzy mind comes back online, your body weak from shaking so much. You feel akin to a newborn animal, learnings your limbs and blinking in the light. When their faces come into focus, their expressions are adoring, their fingers tracing gentle patterns on your body.

“Welcome back, kitten; you are amazing,” Benedict smiles sweetly.

“Thank you,” you slur in reply, sated and so happy.

You fall asleep at their encouragement, pressed between their comforting bodies. And the best part? They are still there when you wake up again a few hours later.

They may actually assemble the desk for El…. eventually. Just maybe not tonight. Or tomorrow. Before she gets back. Maybe.

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[yarameijer]

So, you can call me the biggest AR fan out there (I finished the whole thing in two days. Even if it meant staying up till 5:00 AM) but like

Arc 4 IS GONNA BE SICK

I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHATS UP WITH SHINDOU AND SHUU

also, i have to give you like the ultimate respect for the actual complex Keshin stuff you put in IT WAS AMAZING (i’m still mourning the loss of Pegasus but i’m still happy) also you appear to be the only person giving Fifth Sector the amount of hype it deserves, I mean Level-5 totally skimmed over that and had us underestimating their actual threat.

(One could argue that this was done because the next obstacles were time-travellers and aliens, but STILL)

also, finally a story where Tenma being a second stage child actually has some importance. Like the fact being randomly dropped in the series and everyone going WOW then ignoring it was… disappointing.

also, tip for Arc 4: MORE ANGST KILL TENMA IF YOU NEED TO IM A BEAST FEEDING OFF OF NEGATIVE EMOTIONS

(although i really appreciate the humourous elements in AR)

also… the ‘MORE ANGST’ also goes for OoS, take your time, write away :)

P.S. i will be highly affronted if i don’t see you as a successful author in the future. you deserve it

Hello!! I'm happy to hear you enjoy AR so much, but I think there might be some people ready to fight you for the title of ''biggest fan'', I should set up a fighting ring :'D Just kidding or am I

Thank you so much for your kind words! AR has been a wild ride to write, that's for sure, and I'm thankful that so many people have stuck with me on this journey through these years!

Keshin are awesome and super weird and I'm going to have as much fun with it as I can! And Fifth Sector was never actually supposed to be as bad as it got, but when looking at the bigger picture and considering everything they've done... yeah, it wasn't pretty. And then, like so many plot points in AR do, it got away from me. I think Level 5 also didn't go into too much detail because, well, it's a kids show. They can't make it too dark, and while the aliens and the time travel were certainly inventive, they didn't really make it 'dark' either, in my opinion.

I'm actually writing a story about Tenma being a SSC and it's my personal favorite out of all my works! It´s a pretty complex one though, so it´s gonna take a while to finish. Tbh Tenma being revealed as a SSC in the series honestly feels like clickbait :'D

Ohhh boy if really you think killing a character is the best way to add angst to a story then you are in for a wild ride.

The humor is essential!! Only makes the angst hit harder. It hurts more if you've seen the characters being happy :D

Thank you for your support, and I hope you enjoy my future works as well!!

[lily-loves-struniolos]

don’t be such a brat .

warning : umm smut!! If you don’tike this DNI!!

things to know : first time writing so lmk how I did

Who? : Matt x Reader🤍

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You were just waking up around 12 after staying up all night with matt arguing like usal.

He always wants to pick a fight just because I went out in my nice silky dress. And a guy was looking at me so what ? yeah we’re dating but I don’t care for that guy.

I scream into my pillow and get up throwing my phone back on the bed and going to brush my teeth.

I hear my phone start to buzz I go check “ Matt‼️” it says I roll my eyes declining it

I get done brushing my teeth to go and get cereal from the kitchen my phone is blow up by Matt .

I sighed calling him back “ Y/N why have you been ignoring me?” He says , “ I’m sorry I just woke up . “ I huffed and rolled my eyes.

“Listen I’m sorry about last night ok. I want to hang out with you today. “ He says , “ yeah whatever matt “ I hang up and start getting ready.

and hour or so passed and I hear keys unlocking my door I start to walk out of my room to see who it could possibly be.

I peek around the corner to see matt. i walk around to where he can see me “ matt why ar-“ I’m cut off as his lips slam into mine.

he picks me up and takes me back to my bed room. “ what you think you I’m letting you get away with being a brat ?” His head tilted I had nothing to say but whimpering from his hand exploring me.

I whimper at the loss of his touch “ on your knees. “ he demands I nod getting on my knees the cold floor sent chills down my back

“Let’s see how much of this dick you can take.” He pulls his pants and boxers down with his cock sprung out hitting his stomach.

I swear I felt drool off my lip “what baby use your words..” I could js see the grin on his face “please..” I mumbled out before he shoves his cock in my mouth

“ mm fuckkk “ he moaned I can feel him all the way in back of my throat “ oh baby imma fuck you till you cant walk “ I could cum just at the things he says i whimper

“Yeah you like that you little brat” he pulls out and grabs my throat kissing me passionately. Then pushing me down on the bed.

He flips me over I’m in doggy style ass up. He slaps my ass as I can feel his fingers explore my entrance finally his fingers slip in “ MATT ..”

“ mhmm Ik I make you feel so good sweetheart” as we’re moaning he starts jerking himself off .. “ mm I need you “ I say

“Yeah what do you need talk to me” he said in an angered tone. “your .. dick” I whimper out I can feel him put the tip at my entrance pumping deep in me.

“ oh .. m-my god..” I can hardly speak “ mm your so big..” I try areach back trying to push him back so I can adjust“ oh no sweetheart .. take this dick like the brat you are” He huffed, I was so close I couldn’t take him anymore “don’t you cum. “ he demands I obey I’m a moaning mess.

he grabs my arms making my face hit the mattress “ MATT I CANT..” I’m yelling “ you js can’t keep your hands to yourself baby” I can feel myself tightening around him. “ please let me cum “ I moan “ go ahead baby cum on my dick” he says, and at that I cum shortly after I feel Matt’s dick twitch then he collapse down next to me I look over at him “ I might want to be a brat more often “ he turns to kiss me giggling a little.

I get the clothes off the floor to give to him he grabs me in by my waist kissing my forehead as we turn on a movie drifting asleep.

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UHHH IM SORRY BUT IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR DOM MATT😋🤞🏻 I hope you enjoyed this lmk if you want me to write more maybe I will in the future

[relaxxattack]

hwy so i saw ur poll ab arasol and f they were matesprits or not and ive been into homestuck for about 7 years and its a special interest and im autistic and thwy are my first and tbh only otp anf so if this is ok i wld like to infodump my opinion/hcs ab them bc i just 🥰 i love them sm 🥰 (def not frothing at the mouth at the idea of an audience for my opinions bc everyone irl is sikc of me lmao /lh)

ok so i deffo think they ar e matesprits BUT i think they never liie. clearly confirmwd it while aradia was alive. and once she became ghost aradia i think she got so distant and aloof (i think thats the right word?) about everytuing that it made sollux feel like she disnt love him anymore, and he eventually just had to move on, even thouvh it hurt. and feferi was there, not necessarily as a "rebound" but as a shoulder to cry on. someone for sollux to confide in, and to listen to him because he didnt have anyonw else he felt like woild. and i feel like feferi was def nto him and wanted to be his matesprit but i think sollux wasnt really. and i think they developed a kind of mixed/blurred lines relationship and the whole ghost and aradiabot phases pushed him and aradia furhter apart because aradia was dealinf wth so so much and in turn sollux was dealinf with the loss of his presumed (unofficial, wtv) matesprit, because that wasnt the aradia he knew and had fallen in love with. the ghost thing wasnt a bother - he loved her, not her physical form - it was the personality shift, i think.

and so when she reached god tier and regained her body nd her sense of identity, ithink they started to rekindle what they had nefore, if that makes sense? like aradia was his aradia again, an aradia interested in life and adventuee and archaeology and not this stupid, stupid game and suddenly not everything felt like it was collapsing around him and he felt like things could be okay again. and she helped him and he helped her and together they did make thinfs okay again. with each other.

and i think aradia's living>ghost>aradiabot>godtier timeline is a good allegory for depression and how it can absolutely shatter your sense of self and strip your world of colour and how that can make you push people away and self isolate and whatnot. idk thats just how i see it but :3 yea

i havet checkwd out the epilogues or homestuck^2 btw so this is based solely off of andrew hussie's homestuck bc i love it sososo much anyways yea !!!! tysm if anybody took the time to read this i love u all!! and ty for letting me drop this in ur askbox lolz and yea :3 srry if this isnt v comprehensive i just got off an 8hr closing shift at work lmao <3

this is a REALLY good analysis and i really love it, thank you for sharing! this makes complete sense to me.

aradia's depression being the catalyst for their split is very true! especially since she then sort of broke his trust with the whole sgrub thing-- and before that interacting with her was hard because sollux felt so guilty about what he did to her. it's just sad on all accounts, and i'm glad they both got better

honestly my poll was more to ask the question; "so we all agree that aradia and sollux were matesprits right because they do NOT act like moirails lol but it's funny because if they're matesprits that makes the feferi business weirder", but i don't think it came across in the post correctly, pfft

yes i definitely agree that they were matesprits, and also the idea that feferi was more into sollux than he was her is a really interesting one-- i also wonder if maybe feferi was maybe less into sollux than she thought, herself-- it's possible she threw herself into that relationship because she was just so relieved to be finally cut off from eridan and "allowed" to have relationships like that. but that's just my thought!

at the end of the day they're all just kids trying stuff out and it's kind of adorable and not that serious. i'm an arasoler at heart but there's nothing wrong with solfef either

[noirs-multiverse]

was thinking today abt how luxa and ripred somehow BOND at the end of code of claw and somehow no one,,,, ever,,,, questions it? cause it just creates more questions that literally never ever get answered within the book?

isnt luxa already bonded to aurora? can you bond with more than one person then? what even is the significance of a bond then?

aurora is apparently okay with this but,,, it does not make that much sense really. also, "if you think so, then i can survive it" (luxa to aurora, a little after the bond is made),,, that's. not very,,,,, bondlike or any good prospects for luxa and ripred's bond unless luxa is being sarcastic but i doubt that?

all throughout the series, bonds have always been between humans and fliers. this does make sense because a human and flier duo is pretty great for fighting and survival + travel within the underland, they complement each other. i don't think a human could have that with any other species. (idk how to articulate but like, fliers provide the Flight and humans provide the Attack yk, there's not much a gnawer can provide to a human in that regard if you get what i mean)

also, bonds are sought with someone who have a connection or understanding with. someone whose loss you would actively grieve. luxa and aurora, howard and pandora, hazard and thalia (😭), and so on. i mean,,, a bond is clearly a significant concept within the underland, the breaking of which is literally disastrous (ares being punished with exile before gregor saves the day). if i'm not forgetting anything, the only time a bond breaks is either a betrayal (henry and ares!!! they are a great example of how bond ≠ peace), or your bond dying (howard and pandora).

observing luxa and ripred's dynamic, they do not quite have the understanding that creates a successful bond (Luxa Was Literally Ready To Send Ripred And The Gnawers To The Uncharted Lands, HOW DID THEY BOND™️ LIKE 2 SECONDS LATER??? I reread that part just now and I lost several braincells, just to confirm if I was right. Anyway). i just. don't see how luxa could say that treaties have failed,,,, a bond can fail too?

especially considering how badly henry's betrayal affected luxa throughout the series, it just feels,,,, Not Right to see luxa doing this when henry's bond with ares failed? like, would she not have considered this before placing so much faith in a bond between her and ripred?

unless there is actual magic involved, nothing really guarantees that luxa and ripred's bond will preserve peace or anything. bonds in tuc seem to be more of a cultural/interpersonal tradition of high significance as opposed to an actual magical construct with any weight that ISN'T assigned by cultural/personal association.

i read more of that part just to check and this quote? "I need one human to genuinely approve of what I just did." (said by luxa)

THE WAY THIS LOOKS,,, THIS SOUNDS LIKE A VERY BAD MOVE FOR UM. YOUR "image"???? How could you make such a huge move without even consulting anyone properly, right ? Luxa, bonding with A GNAWER who you Threatened with Exile/Banishment does NOT bode well for your reputation, which you need if you are going to actually want to preserve any peace? Bro you could've just signed a treaty,,,,,,,

and i mean, if you CAN bond (bonds are one of the most,, iconic? idk what other word to use, features of tuc, just to put that here) with other species instead of just humans and fliers, i feel like that's not something you would ever just put at the end of the book and never really explore in depth,,,

anyway i feel like i missed something but like,,,, THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE QUESTIONING ON THE LUXA AND RIPRED BOND BECAUSE IT'S SO OUT OF NOWHERE,, and detracts from a proper understanding of what a bond even is

im pretty sure this is my first proper uh essay??? post on here so um lmk what u think, id love to hear all ur thoughts in general and stuff. i will prolly reblog this post if i have more thoughts on this, let's see haha. anyway, have an awesome day/night!

[ao3feed-angbang]

Ruin Will Come

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by AAAStarboyAAA

All Mairon's ambitions remain in the name of his fallen lord. His ambitions are grand, his ambitions are blind, his ambitions connect no longer to his glamoured body nor better mind. | Mairon, upon the loss of his name, and the gaining of a bleeding, unblinking eye.

Words: 15564, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sauron | Mairon, Ar-Pharazôn, Amandil (Tolkien), Tar-Míriel

Relationships: Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor/Sauron | Mairon, Ar-Pharazôn/Sauron | Mairon

Additional Tags: The Fall of Númenor, Mild Sexual Content, sauron obviously does not actually like the king, lots of worldbuilding!, Character Study, even more terrible ways to deal with grief, sauron is like if a man was a woman, no relation to the amazon show, im determined to create a character out of miriel if it kills me, canon typical death cult stuff, the dude in charge of the country is a goth kinkster whose ex wont call back

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[ao3feed-tolkien]

Ruin Will Come

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/RQA5kBz

by AAAStarboyAAA

All Mairon's ambitions remain in the name of his fallen lord. His ambitions are grand, his ambitions are blind, his ambitions connect no longer to his glamoured body nor better mind. | Mairon, upon the loss of his name, and the gaining of a bleeding, unblinking eye.

Words: 15564, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sauron | Mairon, Ar-Pharazôn, Amandil (Tolkien), Tar-Míriel

Relationships: Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor/Sauron | Mairon, Ar-Pharazôn/Sauron | Mairon

Additional Tags: The Fall of Númenor, Mild Sexual Content, sauron obviously does not actually like the king, lots of worldbuilding!, Character Study, even more terrible ways to deal with grief, sauron is like if a man was a woman, no relation to the amazon show, im determined to create a character out of miriel if it kills me, canon typical death cult stuff, the dude in charge of the country is a goth kinkster whose ex wont call back

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/RQA5kBz

[moss-flesh]

Oooh for the codex prompts - something written to your OC by an older member of their family

some context!! Adahlens mother Rinaya became pregnant after her husband Fenlen passed away. She was devastated she went a little bonkers, had some demon dealings, boom pregnant. A part of the deal was she dies after having the baby so she knows she wont be around. The pregnancy is really taking a toll on her because of the blood magic of it all. Shes just still grieving but also ecstatic and yeah theres a lot going on there. I did this pretty quick I feel like i want to rewrite this but for now i like this! So here is a letter Rinaya writes to her baby.

Little one,

We haven’t met yet, but the joy of carrying you is overwhelming. You are such a miracle after all. My miracle that i scraped and clawed my way to. The gift i stole for all my suffering. Im afraid I will never see you grow, but I knew this from the beginning.

Keeper Deshanna will protect you and train you just as she did for me. And Mariel too, she doesnt want to look at me, she cant speak to me. i know it hurts her. her loss is too recent and my hand in it too great. But i know when you are brought into the world she will care for you as she does her own little boy.

I have been carrying you now for eight months and everyday grows more overwhelming. I can feel my blood flowing inside me, I hear it rushing past my ears, I feel it under Deshannas skin when she holds me as I shake. The wind is deafening, the brooks gently screaming as they flow, the hallas heartbeats are like hundreds of drums. Sometimes my bones ache from within and my head feels like it will burst. But I dont care, its exhilarating. I was empty, but now with you, I feel everything.

I am so changed by you yet you havent even arrived. It told me you would be just like him. Your Father was the best of us, I think you would have liked him very much. He was kind and generous, his mind was brilliant, his skills were exceptional. My better half. My better everything. I cant believe my own stupidity, I still cant believe it.

I feel I should stop writing this, the words are getting away, I cant focus on them. I want you to remember me as your loving mommae, not a woman losing herself. I will write more for you. But right now I must stop.

You will arrive at the end of the month, I can hardly wait. A shame we will have so little time. But it will be everything ive dreamed.

Ar lath ma da’adahl

Ir abelas

- Mommae

[minyoongled-blog]

[xxaraaq]

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙤

Im writing this because I’ve been thinking about it so why not. And sorry I haven’t posted in a while I just didn’t feel like it

ProHero! Midoriya x black fem reader angst

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

You didnt think that you would wake up to a soft knock on your door at 7 AM on a unusually quiet Sunday morning

You didnt think that when you opened the door you would see Bakugou looking at you with nothing but dread in his eyes

You didnt think that he would come in and gently sit you on the couch

You didnt think the now bubbling thought in your mind would be the truth

You really didn’t want to think that it was a reality when he told you that your beloved husband was killed an hour before you were woken up

You look at him blankly as he directs his gaze to the floor

“What are you talking about Katsuki?” You say, a cramping sensation taking space in your throat

“I’m so sorry y/n.” He says, placing a gentle hand on your knee

“Ar- are you okay?” You say, tears ushering to the front of your eyes

“Wha- um...yeah, I will be.” He says, sadness decorating his face

“Ok, that’s good. I’m sorry, I know that you two were close.” You say, taking his hand in yours

“What’re you talkin’ about, why're you askin me?” He says, confusion decorating his features

“I know, I just- um, I know that this’ll sound rude but can you come back later? I just um, I just need to take this in.” You say, tears racing down your face

“Yeah yeah, just um, call me if you need me ok? I’m here.” He says, getting up

“Same here ” You say, getting up to give him a hug

“I just want you to know that he loved you so, so much” The blonde says, returning the affections

“I know.” You whispered

As you lock and close the door, a deafening, body racking sob crashes though your body.

you cried and cried, struggling to breath. You couldn't do this. You cant do this. You cry until you can't, simply opting to stare at nothing, letting your mind continue to run in a frenzy

You have since put your phone on dnd, not having the energy to read and answer the continually flowing ‘I’m so sorry for your loss’ and ‘Are you okay, I heard’ texts

You think about him. What he was, was he was going to be. You prayed to anyone that would listen, begging to give hime back to you. To let you see his face one more time.

The days following the news of how your husband gave his life to save hundreds were hectic and overwhelming. You were constantly giving public speeches and handling all of his affairs including his funeral. It was too much, but you couldn’t stop, because you knew deep down that if you did, that you wouldn’t start again.

By the time the day of the the funeral came, you had shed so many tears that you went numb to the aching pain of the headaches that ensued after. You hadn’t felt it, but the people around you noticed the change in you after Izuku died. The way your eyes lost the excitement, the way your skin lost the glow that it always had, the way you would immediately shut down any conversation about or concerning him, the way your aura was consumed with emptiness and hatred. But no one said anything, because if they did you, would give them a look that would put gut wrenching fear in them, no matter who it was. You were a different person now, your reason of why you did everything the way you did now gone.

After the ceremony was done, you sat beside him, doing nothing but admiring his headstone, a painful smile on your face.

"Hi baby. It's been to long since I've heard your voice. I need you, but you're gone and I don't know what to do. Please tell me, you always knew the answer. But tell me, what the hell am I supposed to do now that you're not here? I'm lost, and I cant find my way back. I need your help, so please, please come back to me. I need you."

As get move to the front of his stone you silently read the words.

‘A great husband and friend, and the best hero.’

“Why did you have to save the day? Why did you have to be the hero?”

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Hey y’all I hope y’all liked it, I was thinking about this and I personally think that it came out good, but thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed

-Nene

[starlight-writes-stuff]

SO HEAR ME OUT an nsfw alphabet for draco

hey bestie - im literally so excited to do this (: i have a guilty pleasure of reading nsfw alphabets so u really hit the nail on the head with this request . n e ways , enjoy !

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (duh but still) , hair pulling , breeding k!nk , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it) , masturbation , choking , light bondage , praise kink , general adult themes and content so please only read if ur okay with that .

reblogs are always appreciated ! <3 ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

draco is the literal definition of a fluff fic after sex - hes so soft and loving and affectionate . if the sex was on the rougher side , draco goes out of his way to kiss any bruises , cuts , or red marks he may have left on you, soothing the sinfully painful spots with soft touches of his suddenly gentle fingertips.  

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

draco is built like a greek mf god , and he knows it . he’s all lean , toned muscles and his alabaster pale skin only makes him look more ethereal . draco is quite proud of his body and isn’t afraid to show off if needed.

draco literally loves everything about you , and you’ve tried over and over to get him to pick his most favorite - he never does it because he’s a stubborn little shit and refuses to let you think that he values one part of you over any other . finally , you wore him down to coming up with a top 3 : your hands , your hair , and your chest .

 your hands as they fit perfectly in his , they brush his hair out of his eyes with a gentleness that melts him every time (and the way you dig your nails into his back or his arms iykyk) . 

draco loves your hair mostly because its the exact opposite of his own ; long , thick , and chocolate brown . he’s constantly playing with your hair , whether that's running his hands through it or gently tugging on it to get your attention . he would kill you if you ever told anyone , but draco taught himself how to braid your hair so he would have something repetitive to do to calm his anxiety .

 draco loves your chest : he's such a boob guy . he is such a boob guy . even in a non-sexual context , draco loves having his hands up your shirt just feeling how soft your breasts are , the way that he can feel your heartbeat if you’re still enough . when things are getting *frisky* draco loves your tits - in his hands , using his mouth on them , titty-fucking you , literally everything . 

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

draco has a huge breeding kink , but is simultaneously terrified of getting you pregnant. he knows that he wants to be a dad eventually , but draco malfoy is the king of daddy issues™ and can’t fathom having a child right now .

that doesn’t stop him from filling you up with his cum every time you guys fuck - draco loves watching your face as you take his entire load , begging him not to pull out . 

once he does , though , draco’s head is immediately between your legs watching his manhood drip out of you , fingering it out of you while you whimper at the way he seems to hit all the right spots . 

he’s extremely thankful for the tiny , yellow birth control pills that you’re on , and he reminds you every day to take them .

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

draco had never , ever said i love you to someone during or after sex until the two of you had your first time . now , its a normal occurrence for draco to tell you how much he loves you as he thrusts into your pretty , fucked out body . he lets his forehead fall to yours , moaning the words in between heavy breaths as he finishes inside you .

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

draco had a couple of hookups , and a complicated friends with benefits situation before the two of you got together , so he was somewhat experienced by the time you guys finally got down to it . he made sure you felt so good the entire time , using every trick in his book to make you cum around him over and over until he reached completion as well . 

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

draco is a sucker for regular old missionary . he likes being able to watch your face as you take every inch of him , watching your facial expressions change and morph under the influence of his pleasure . if he’s eager to feel you - all of you - draco will hook one of your legs over his shoulders , giving him better access to your sex . this is the one instance where draco wont keep eye contact with you : he can't resist watching himself slide in and out of you , coated in your cum .

however

he's an absolute sucker for you riding him , too . he loves to let you take control and chase your pleasure - plus the visual of you bouncing up and down on his cock , eyes rolling back into your head as you hit all the right spots is enough to send him over the edge . if you get tired while on top , draco will gladly hold your hips in place , fucking up into you until you practically collapse into him , entirely taken over by the force of your orgasm. 

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

intimacy is something that didn’t come easy for you and draco; he’d never been with someone that he actually loved before you . there was a deep intensity to the emotions shared between you two during sex , and draco viewed that time between the both of you as something almost sacred . foreplay , or just general teasing can be silly with you two , but making love is more serious . 

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

draco keeps himself trimmed , but not entirely clean shaven , and the hair down there is darker than his signature white-blond locs .

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

(refer back to g but i could talk about this for days) draco is incredibly romantic when it comes to sex . your first time was like something out of a movie - draco had lit candles everywhere , filling the room with soft , flickering light , as well as changing the sheets on your bed to a soft , white cotton . he’d taken his time making you comfortable ; you and draco had talked through all your fears for hours before he laid a hand on you . once you were ready , draco’s touches had been soft and slow and tender all over your body - he’d made you feel like the angel you were . quickly , you learned that draco wasn’t like that just because it had been your first time ; draco made an effort to make sex just as special every time. 

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

draco was raised thinking that masturbation was a shameful act , something dirty and below him (you literally can not tell me that this isn't true i'll fight it until the day i die . as much as i love narcissa the malfoy family fkn sucks and they damaged draco so bad . anyways) so it’s very rare that he’ll get himself off. when he does , its somewhere where he can quickly get rid of the evidence , such as the shower . 

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

while draco makes sex between you two meaningful and special , that doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be rough (after yall have had a long talk about it before where you gave him enthusiastic consent ofc . ) 

draco loves to pull your hair or wrap a hand around your throat while he’s hitting it from the back , so much so that he’ll bring your back up to his chest . 

he really enjoys a bit of light choking here and there - just enough to watch your pretty face flush with blood , making your moans the slightest bit weaker . 

draco loves to tie your hands up above your head while he’s eating you out as well ; it makes you take all the pleasure he’s willing to give , and he lives for the way your body writhes and bucks under his skillful tongue. 

you literally can not tell me that draco doesn’t have a praise kink - both giving and receiving . draco loves to tell you how good of a job your doing whether you're sucking him off or taking all of him inside you , and he’s constantly reassuring you that you’re doing such a good job.

however

he fucking loves when you praise him as well (my theory as to why is so fkn sad so we wont go over that here) but that boy lives for you telling him how good he’s making you feel , and when you encourage him nodding and whining for him to go faster . its the one thing that undoes him almost immediately , and he flushes furiously every time you tell him just how fantastic he’s doing .  

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

you and draco rarely get it on outside of your bedrooms at hogwarts , or your childhood rooms when you’re home for the summer - but there’s an exception to every rule. draco has absolutely ruined you in the quidditch changing rooms after a rather brutal loss , and he’s the king of shower sex , too.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

praise !! draco loves you telling him how good his dick feels , or his tongue , or his hands . he also appreciates when you’re rather direct with him - telling draco exactly where you want him , what you want him to do - it drives him absolutely insane . hearing such dirty words come from your sweet , innocent mouth kills him , and it makes draco that much more excited.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there's nothing draco wouldn’t try at least once , but he’s rather uncomfortable with voyeurism. he hates the idea of anyone else seeing your body , watching how you wriggle and whine underneath him as he makes you cum . while the two of you have done it in some questionable locations , draco had made sure that no one could see . 

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

while draco loves your mouth wrapped around him , that boy could spend all day between your legs . he's nothing short of obsessed with eating you out , and its one of his favorite things to do for you . he cant help the way it makes him feel - hearing you whimper and moan while you pull on his hair , your back arching off the bed when his tongue flicks in just the right way . he gets a sort of high from it , and absolutely prides himself on making you cum with just his tongue . 

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it really depends on the day . draco loves fucking you slow , watching his manhood slide in and out of your pretty body coated in your arousal , but he cant resist fucking you so hard he leaves bruises , either . if its just a regular day , the two of you fall somewhere in between , a perfect mix of rough and sweet . 

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

draco loves a good quickie every once in a while ! sometimes he needs a release , and your body is his favorite vessel . usually quickies are where the two of you get a little more risky - he’ll grab your arm , pulling you into an empty classroom or the shower and take you then and there . 

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no . draco would try anything and everything , especially if you asked him to , but there are some things that are a one-and-done for him . the two of you are good at talking about that stuff - if something made one of you uncomfortable , the other would understand 100% . its all about the balance of boundaries and still being adventurous. 

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

draco would fuck you all day if you would let him . he can make you cum many , many times before he’ll allow himself to even get close , and even then his stamina is through the roof . he can go at least 3 rounds if not more , and switch positions as many times as you’d like . 

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

while draco doesn’t mind you using toys on yourself , they do make him slightly jealous . you gently tease him about this sometimes , how he works himself into a sulk over an inanimate object - however, that usually leads to your hands tied to his headboard , draco holding a vibrator on your clit until you can’t take anymore orgasms. 

you two have expirimented with using your vibrator during sex , but draco much prefers playing with your clit over using an outside source , and seretly , you do too . he’s amazing with his hands , and rubs tight , fast circles onto your sensitive nub while his hips snap against yours only intensifying the sensation .

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

draco loves to tease you - he likes to watch the way you come undone under the slightest touches of his hands . very rarely does he tease you for long - he can’t resist giving you what you want , what you’re begging him for in that high , breathy voice .

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s a loud motherfucker all the time , and the bedroom is no exception . draco’s moans are music to your ears , and they turn you on more than anything . his already rough voice only gets raspier , and deeper , too . he loves to talk dirty to you , but as he approaches his orgasm , he can barely form full sentences . his cocky pillow talk turns to almost desperate moans and whimpers as his thrusts get sloppier and quicker , his hips snapping against yours hard . his groans as he cums are heavenly , especially since he’s usually buried his head in your neck or dropped his forehead to yours by then . 

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

we all know that draco have a superiority / god complex (as he should 😌) , and this manifests in the bedroom - you would’ve never known , though , if it weren’t for a complete accident . you and draco had been studying together , and he’d asked one of the yes or no questions written on a flashcard .  not thinking about your actions , you’d answered the question with “no, sir” - then physically felt draco’s entire body stiffen underneath you . you’d picked up on it immediately , blood flooding your face as you’d asked him if he liked it .

yes , he did .

he loves when you call him sir as he’s fucking the life out of you - like , he has to stop himself from cumming on the spot . 

when you want to fuck with him for whatever reason , you’ll jokingly call him ‘sir’ in front of your friends

you’ll pay for it later , though

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

mans is built in every sense of the word . draco is quite well endowed , which was something that took you a bit to get used to . he was never one to measure - it just seemed wrong to him , like he was doing something dirty - but by your estimations , draco is about 7 inches . he’s thicker than most , too , which only adds to your pleasure . 

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

draco lives in a constant state of horny™ . he can’t help it - something about you brings out his most primal instincts . he’s so in love with you and your body that he can rarely keep his hands off of it , but he knows how to control himself . he tries to match your sex drive ; when yours is high , his is too , but he doesn’t mind waiting on you to give him the green light if you’re libido has been lower . 

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

its safe to say that the both of you are extremley tired after sex - its quite the workout . draco is so soft once he’s finished , and he would live in that post-sex haze forever if he could ; he’s all sweet kisses and skin-to-skin contact , but he’ll usually wait until you fall asleep on him before he can drift off . something about making sure that you’re comfortable enough to sleep on him fills draco with a sense of immense pride . once you’ve fallen asleep, depending on how vigorous everything was , draco will usually fade pretty soon after ; on the off chance that he still has some energy , draco stays up and watches you . he looks at you as if you were a piece of art , usually following the soft lines and curves of your face with a gentle finger ; admiring you like the angel you are .

[blanketorghost]

HI I REALLY ADORE UR LL DRAWINGS the way u draw is so :((( cute im so obssessed,, what are ur feelings about rime/thoughts on rime/felix/mc since its such a popular ship rn?

I'm mostly mono so its not my cup of tea personally!! But I DEF love how complex the whole relationship (romantic or platonic or love corner/triangle-y) between felix, MC and Rime.

I feel for each and every one of them and their specific struggles to romance (AT LEAST my iwn interpretation of MC because I sometimes find the LL mc extremely slappable in a non sexy way)

Felix's ritual seemingly failing is a v important point on my own hcs because I think that experiencing loss for the second time is what really allows him to finally grieve properly and let go of his unresolved feelings for Rime; since it put the nail on the coffin on how Rime would really never be back.

For my MC, they immediately caught on that the ritual was to revive Felix's past lover (i thought it was obvious when i first played?? Haha) so Noel feels extremely guilty and unfit to be in Astraea. As they develop a crush on Felix, they start feeling even WORSE because they know all those sweet words and soft glances that made them swoon in the beginning were never meant for them, and as such they feel like a cheap replacement and an intruder in Felix's world; Even after Felix starts showing hints of attraction towards them.

Felix has mentioned time and time again how guilty he feels he stole MC from their life back on earth and has involved them in his own messy family problems, so I imagine he must feel like absolute shit over how much he loves MC, wishing theyd stay with him and abandon earth knowing how selfish that is

I feel for Rime the most I think... and thats why I think I can't bring myself to fully hate him despite how much I want to sock him in the face in his scenes. He was robbed of a peaceful death (which to me, a death lover and extremely death positive person felt like a punch to the gut); then, when he finally got himself through hell to be back with the person he loves, he finds out Felix, the love of his life, has moved on! With the person that usurped his revival ritual no less! I feel its very interesting how in Ch5 Rime mentions how he won't allow us to steal Felix from him, which is weird at first given MC and Felix at that point were kind of sort of flirting but very passively? Kind of like dancing around each other's feelings. If anything, Rime killing us was the catalyst for Felix and MC to get together so imagine the FRUSTRATION he must feel. Esp since after Ch5, Rime must feel like he has no purpose anymore; He was brought back to life BECAUSE Felix is in love with him... so if Felix doesn't love him anymore, what else can he do?

Do I think Felix still loves Rime? 100%. Felix's feelings must be SO complicated and he must feel in between a rock and a hard place with his feelings for two people he feels he owes so much to. Is his love strictly romantic, though? Or has it morphed through time to other kinds of love? That's up to the reader! I myself believe Felix is going through this phase where his romantic feelings for rime ar morphing into smth more platonic and a kinship. Maybe starting to recognize how unhealthy his desire to bring Rime back was? Hm.

Do I think they could work as a polycule? No idea! I am not knowledgeable enough to give my opinions but I def see how it would appeal as a VERY good hurt/comfort kind of ship

I myself, prefer to make my MCs suffer :3c

[lale-txt]

i missed the whole compliment train but i was actually thinking abt your writing really hard the other day cause i just love the way you tell your stories.

they always seem so intimate even down to the smuttiest ones (i’m looking at you dilf kaido 👁). i think they best way to describe the relationships between your readers and characters are lovers. tender, sweet, lovers that have either known each other for a long time or the trilling promise of lovers that have just met. you always make sure to include details how the characters feel abt each other and it makes me all warm like watching your favorite comfort movie (i think of because of winn dixie even tho it’s so sad).

but what i really love (and what i think makes your writing stand out) is your use of figurative language. you use a lot of grand metaphors and similes that make your stories feel dreamy (now im thinking abt the rayleigh song fic). like your use of space comparisons! it’s very lale of you. idk it’s just really special and i admire it a lot.

and i love the way you harness emotions there’s just something so special about it. especially your angst i absolutely adore your angst which is why i request so much ig. it never fails to hit me in the feels it just hurts so good every time. idk idk idk you’re just such an amazing writer and i appreciate the things you create so so so much.

sorry for writing a book in your inbox lol. have a good day!

oh Ares. i honestly don't know what to say? i woke up to this message and reread it countless times over and over again throughout the day and always got so teary eyed because it's so rare to hear things like that (a reminder to myself also to let other writers know more often how much i love their works).

tender is what i'm always aiming for when writing and i'm glad it shows! metaphors are my way of trying to grasp the world around me and all those feelings that can't be described with words but you still want to. and maybe that's the sole purpose of writing, to describe the little things we don't have any words for, to find soft words for big feelings.

so, thank you so much! my heart is mush and i'm really at loss for words (ha) and i feel like a fool for replying with such gibberish when you wrote such an elaborate ode to my writing basically. just know i'll hold this very close to my heart for a long, long time.

and i'm glad that one Kaido fic still hasn't left your mind because mine neither

[4res]

Understanding The Body Of Ares: The Art of Form, 5

Getting Angry At God(s)

_ _ _ _ _

something happens when we start seeing the Gods through the mindset of what we give, we get in return. for some that means when we give offering, we hold our hand right back out. then this mindset advances into an internalized system of giving the Gods our "best", in return for Their best

the best food, scents, clothing, jewelry, waters, songs, poems. in return for blessings, joy, prosperity, and maybe a sign or favor during conflict then, something happens. we stop being able to feel our connection. things go dark, and we feel less. we close down, and we Suffer In Silence. we arent thinking of Them, we feel we do not see Them. the "Are They there?" mentality begins to blossom - but why? why do so many devotees face this seeming eventuality of feeling disconnected? i feel.. the Truth lies buried within the Knowing that we cannot always give the Gods our idyllic "best" - this air of perfection.. perfect words, perfect posture, perfect Hymns, perfect offerings

that internalized belief of being the best 'devotee' may have seemed well intentioned, but behind our backs it built a wall between us and God - brick by brick what do we do when we feel like shit? when theres not a fucking way this can be happening, and we are grabbed by the cohones by loss, pain, and rejection? the Gods are, to say the least, more knowing of us than we ever will be. to say the most, They are the deepened consciousness within us that also lends itself to building our "external" worlds - so where are you trying to hide from Them? if Ares is me, and I am Him, and We are It, and It is Us, and We are One- who can hide anything, even unintentionally? what are you REALLY waiting for before you "return to your devotion"? how long are you going to sit still and wait for your hard emotions to pass before you understand that you need to Come As You Are - because the Gods are both the hand wiping your tear, and the creators of the situation that made you weep - all.. in LOVE!

it is DEADLY important that we stop veiling ourselves from Them - and Come As We Are... SO...

How Do We Get Angry At Gods?

i sit with Ares, daily. and part of sitting in rooted consultation with Him is understanding the forces at play in my life in terms of Destruction, Upheaval, Transition, and Sudden Change

none of those things i like. yet everyday i come to our dinner table with my Thanks on a plate, presented in sincerity - and yesterday, the plate was smacked out of my hand

i felt words wash over me and into my ears, and i just heard: "I need you to be angry with me." and for a moment, i sat really confused. this message came right after i conceded that i was insanely overwhelmed about having to move out, but i followed myself quickly with a message of gratitude

but something continued to blossom within my Heart after He said this, and i could feel the loving pressure from Above - the realization that the same energy i was struggling through, crying over, hating, and irritated by WAS His energy

had the unconscious tides within escorted my anger into hiding because i was unsure how to be angry at God? did my Thanks taste like falsehood because in reality.. im far from grateful right now, im really sad, and im really struggling? was i, unwittingly, speaking in half-truths?

can i be Thankful and Angry at the same time, without one canceling the other out?

Can Gods handle my emotions, even if they are at Them?

how can we stop seeing the Gods as "Beings Outside Ourselves" or "Higher-Than" to the point of constricting our organic frustrations with Their natural energies?

the thing is..

Gods are ready for who we truly are. the truth of our emotions, thoughts, and actions are the only real currency we have with Them. every time i give my thanks from a place of overwhelm, i would do Us both a favor by expressing my Anger or Uncertainty along with it

because.. life isnt intentionally done at us, nor is it done against us - we are Beings that exist within everything that the Gods are.. so i am both someone who is being challenged by Ares' energy, and someone who is, quite frankly, in a lot of pain from enduring the waves of His massive transforming energy

Apollo can give shelter to my anger and fear about being chronically ill with no health insurance. Ares can give shelter to my weakness and anger and vacancy of motivation

i dont need to wait until i can find gentle emotions about those situations to come forward.. He is my friend, He is my Lover, He is my Guardian - and holder of my massive array of emotions and states of Being

we must stay open with Them.. do not close to God. listen and bring yourself fully, even in pain, to Their feet. even in anger, even in ignorance - we come

if you made it down here again.. thank you for reading this.

[wise-the-will]

okay Hi here's my will and Holly headcannon's !!

first of all im so so happy i get to share this with someone because ive been sitting on these FOREVER.

1: Holly calls Will, willy. She has ever since he started coming over and continues to call him that even when she can say his actual name but likes it because their names rhyme.

2. When Holly was still fairly young so many she was around 7-ish Will and her had a conversation. about mike.

"do you love my brother?"

"yeah, yeah i do." Will said, hoping she would take it in a friendly manner.

"i know. you guys act like the ones on the shows my mommy watchs, but only some." She confesses.

Will doesn't know how to respond to that.

"I-i um, thats uh different." Will stammered out.

"yeah because your both boys, but that doesn't matter. your both still in love." She smiled as she put down her barbies.

Will was at a loss for words. literally. he didn't have any idea on what to say.

"yeah, i do love him, i think, but your brother doesn't feel the same way so it's okay. also don't tell him, this is in-between us, okay?" Will decided this might work.

"okay! i won't." Holly smiled as she continued playing her barbies.

3: When someone finally explained to her that will went missing she started SOBBING, having a full blown tantrum at the thought of not having Will around.

4: when she is older and will and mike are dating (i wish💔), holly is VERY overprotective over Will. she has threatened her brother about how she will kill him (and she said it VERY detailed.) if he hurts will.

5. When Will and El come to stay at the wheelers house is when El first meets holly. El tries to be nice and introduce herself to her but holly runs to will. Will feels bad about this and tries to get Holly to talk to El but holly won't leave his side.

6. after the byler fight in s3 Holly sees mike running around the house to get his raincoat so she asks whats wrong and he says will left and holly asks why and mike said we got into a fight, she got angry and yelled at him to fix it.

7. they have done eachothers hair. imagine baby holly putting butterfly clips in wills bowl cut💞💞🥺

8. mike has had sleepovers with will and sometimes he goes to the bathroom and then comes back to see no Will. He finds Will in hollys room playing dolls together.

9. Holly is pretty mean to her brother, calling him stupid, a butt face and an idiot. she even calls him that to his face. But will is always there to go and be nice to mike but sometimes he definitely plays along.

thats all i could think of :( but i hope you like these!

OMG IDK EVEN KNOW WHERE TK START 🥺

1)Holly calling Will Willy is so fucking ADORABLE??

2)But like she 100% a byler shipper, THE BIGGEST

3) no because I bet that both mike and holly were crying together and Nancy saw them and then started crying g with them and then Karen came tot he rescue and comforted them 😭😭

4) I find holly threatening mike so hilarious that’s so canon I love that

5) holly running to Will and clinging to him is adorable but like I bet he tries to pick her up and try to introduce them and FINALLY AFTER AGES she finally talks to el and she finds her so cool and el is just like I love this child she’s adorable and internally mike is crying because he’s so whipped for Will and OMG

6) I bet holly I threaten mike saying something along the lines of “you better go fix this or else your a dead man and this better not happen again” and he’s just like you got it but he’s also like uh oh we got another bossy bitch in here but he loves her bossiness but he’ll never tell anyone that

7) WILL WITH A BUTTERFLY PIN IS SO FUCKING CUTE AND I JUST KNOW THAG MIKE WOULD DIEEE and omg imagine Will braiding hollys hair 😭🥺

8) them playing with dolls or something like that is like 😌 but like imagine them playing with play doh or clay building something and holly keeps messing up and wills just like “hey it’s ok, we can just fix it” while smiling and when mike comes back he see them playing around and he’s WEAK

9) I love the idea of Will going along with holly and making fun of mike cause it’s like he likes making fun of his boyfriend with his boyfriends little sister but like instead of mike being mad he’s literally just full on MELTING because he loves them both so MUCH

Imagine either mike and Will sleeping and cuddling each other and holly gets in the middle of them and it’s CUTE and Karen or Joyce are both like taking pictures of this because they find it adorable

Or mike walking into his room to find his little sister and his boyfriend snuggling and he’s so SOFT

MORE WILL AND HOLLY PLS DUFFERS

But if you want to ramble more about byler in my inbox don’t be afraid to, I low key love replying to these

[ragingbookdragon]

Reunion Of The Lonely Christmas Lovers

A Shay Cormac x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1,560 Warnings: Explicit Language, Alcohol Consumption

Author’s Note: Everyone we’re adding Shay to the Christmas fic list! Let’s go! -Thorne

           “Alright, look piss-ant,” she sighed. “I have to get on the ship.”

           “No.” he grunted, arms wrapping tighter around her body as if he could keep her forever.

           “Shay, I have a mission to do.” She reasoned. “I’ll be back after I’m done.”

           “But it might take forever, (Y/N).”

           “Oh please, this is me we’re talking about. I’ll be done within a year and back before you know it.”

           Shay pulled back slightly, peering into her eyes. They were self-assured, like always, and he let out a sigh.

           “Aye, you’re right.” He let her go, watching as she straightened out her uniform. “Will you send me a letter or two?”

           “No.” (Y/N) bit out and his face dropped. She let out a laugh, slapping his stomach. “Yes, piss-ant, I’ll send you letters when I can. God, you’re gullible.”

           He huffed, but a grin crossed his lips and he reached up, cupping her face. “Cheeky little thing.”

           “Well one of us in this relationship has to be. And let’s face it, it isn’t you.” (Y/N) countered.

           Shay’s face turned solemn and he murmured, “Be careful, love, please.”

           “I’ll try,” she shrugged. “No promises though.”

           His hand shifted, firmly grasping the back of her neck, but not enough to hurt. “No. Promise me right now that you’ll be careful and that you’ll come back to me in one piece.”

           (Y/N) met his gaze and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’ve lost too much. I won’t lose you, love.”

           She smiled and pressed her lips to his. “I promise that despite my usual dumbass streak, I will come back to you.” His eyes were wary, and she added, “Safe and sound, alive and well.”

           Shay searched her gaze, then whispered, “I love you, (Y/N).”

           She smiled. “I love you more, Shay.” The captain of the ship called for her and she sighed, pulling away from him. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

           “I’ll think about you all the time.” he yearned.

           (Y/N) scoffed. “Don’t quit your day job piss-ant. You still have responsibilities to worry about other than me.”

           She boarded the ship and walked to the stern, waving at him until he was out of sight.

***

           “You don’t seem to be enjoying the Christmas festivities much, Shay.” His eyes darted to the Grandmaster. “Not feeling the cheer?”

           Shay huffed into his tankard, taking a swig before setting it down. “What makes you say that, Master Haytham?”

           The Grandmaster chuckled. “You can call me Haytham, Shay. We’re in an informal setting.” He regarded the Irishman with a steely gaze. “Missing our Spymaster?”

           The Assassin-Hunter choked into his beer, pounding his chest harshly as coughs tore through his throat. “What—” he started but broke into more coughs. Haytham merely handed him a handkerchief.

           Shay’s face was crimson, and he took it. “Thank you,” he croaked, slightly glaring when the man beside him smirked.

           “I’ll take that as a yes then.” Haytham sighed and crossed one of his legs over the other. “I understand why you miss her. She’s good company.” His steel eyes scanned the group of Templars around them. “And an even better Templar than most.”

           “And she’s your best friend.” Shay offered.

           “She is,” he nodded. “And my most trusted companion.”

           The Irishman leaned on his elbows, peering at the man. “So, how did you and she become so close?” he glanced down at his mug. “This might be rude, but you don’t seem the type that has many friends.”

           “Unlike you?” Haytham countered, and Shay couldn’t help but see all their faces in his mind.

           “Aye, I’m one to talk, I guess.”

           The Grandmaster let out a sigh, staring off into the distance as he said, “She and I met when we were children. Our fathers were old friends and when hers died, (Y/N) came to live in our house.”

           “And I assume you were both trained as Templars then?” Shay guessed.

           Haytham offered a rare snort. “Actually, she was an Assassin once.”

           Shay’s eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped. He didn’t even try to hide the unbridled shock he felt.

           “When I was taken in by the Templars, she was taken by the Assassins. We met on one of my first missions after I was inducted.” His eyes narrowed fondly. “We beat the ever-living hell out of one another before calling a truce.” Haytham glanced at Shay. “We talked it out and she swore her loyalty to me.”

           The Irishman blinked, deadpanning, “Our (Y/N)? She just listened to you? And then joined you?” He cocked a brow. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same woman?”

           Haytham chuckled and sipped the wine from his goblet. “Oh, I don’t mean it was an hour of talking.” He looked at the other. “It took a whole month for me to convince her to join me.”

           “And she did?”

           “(Y/N) told me that my father had saved her father’s life and served his crew for it. She said she owed me the same allegiance that her father gave mine.” He set the goblet down and tapped the stem with his pointer finger. “She has only ever been the one person I could trust with everything I’ve ever had other than Holden.”

           Haytham’s eyes held an unfathomable pain that Shay had never seen, nor did he ever expect to see again, because as quickly as it had come, it was gone.

           “I…have always been protective of her because her loss would devastate me beyond repair. I am glad there is someone else other than I, with her well-being in mind.” He met Shay’s eyes and something akin to an understanding passed between them.

           The Irishman nodded, knowing that there were no words needed to be said, but the warmth in his chest made him burn with pride. He raised his tankard up, watching Haytham raise his glass.

           A loud knock sounded from the closed door and Haytham’s eyes darted to one of the servants who nodded and walked over. They opened the door then turned to the side, and immediately, their drinks hit the table, spilling all over.

***

           One whole year she’d been traveling on her own, and though she enjoyed being on her own at times, (Y/N) was done with being alone. All she wanted was to be wrapped in Shay’s arms.

           The mansion came into view and she smiled tiredly, feet suddenly feeling like they were made of lead. She pushed on though, the thought of comfort and congratulations too much to weigh her down.

           (Y/N) made it to the door and snorted at the sound of the festivities coming from within. She knocked loudly and a few moments later, the door opened. Smiling at the servant she passed by them and into the dining room, dropping her bag down on the floor. She grinned at the disbelieving expressions on her lover and friends’ faces.

           “Oh, I see how it is. Having the Christmas parties without me?” she quipped, and a scraping chair caught her attention before someone had her around the waist, hauling her into the air.

           “Lass!” Shay shouted, voice laced with joy. “You’re back!”

           (Y/N) snorted and placed her hands on his broad shoulders, squeezing tightly. “Told you I would, piss-ant.” He lowered her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Have you been obedient since I’ve been gone?”

           Shay offered her a toothy grin. “About as obedient as I usually am.” He winked. “Which is never.”

           She tutted. “Naughty, naughty boy, Shay Cormac. Whatever will I do with you?”

           “I can think of a few things,” he offered rather salaciously, and a gag sounded behind them.

           “Get a room!” someone shouted.

           (Y/N) peered over his shoulder and shouted, “Oi! This is my house, you fuckers. And I’m this close to making all you get out so my lover and I can really reunite for Christmas.”

           The group let out exaggerated noises of disgust and Shay nuzzled the side of her head. “Fort Arsenal is only a few away,” he murmured. “Want to leave?”

           She shook her head. “My feet are killing me. I can’t walk anymore.” Her eyes drifted to Haytham who wore a welcoming smile. “Besides, I’d better fill ‘im in on what happened in England.”

           Before she could move, she found herself being scooped up bridal style by Shay. Her arms automatically went around his neck, though she was shocked herself.

           “Shay!”

           He shook his head and turned to Haytham. “Grandmaster, I know you want to talk to her, but I’ve spent a whole year without her.” He spun on his heel and started marching to the stairs. “You can have her tomorrow.”

           “I am not a prize to be won!”

           “A mhalairt ar fad, grá. You’re my prize.”

           “I will punch the shit out of you, piss-ant.”

           “Keep threatening me. It’s a turn-on.”

           “Oh, you’re gross!”

***

           She lay on his bare chest, humming contently as his fingers lazily traced up and down her spine.

           “I’m glad you’re home, (Y/N).”

           She met his eyes and offered him a heartfelt smile. “As am I.” She reached up and brushed his hair out of his face. “I missed you with all my heart.”

           Shay took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Merry Christmas, love.”

           (Y/N) rested her chin on his chest, murmuring, “Merry Christmas, Shay.”