#ssw;headcanon

[no-shxme]

my eyes hurt too much to look at google docs so instead i made a maybe controversial tier list of talon skins using @lcathia 's list.

extra opinions below, just cause:

high noon and enduring blade are so smooth to use in game (enduring especially, even if the model's a bit crusty) but most of all i love how thematically it gives talon so much room to breathe. like the amount of kicking off points and extra headcanons both these skins spawn for me is soooo good and there's so much story potential. i like high noon a little more (cowboy bias) but enduring screams autism to me so i love them both. (also enduring sword talon can be mashed together with obsidian dragon sett so)

withered rose talon is a smooth skin but his splash looks way too much like kayn for me. and his thematic is a little shallow. in game he's cute though and he's got that one chroma with the collar. dragonblade talon is underrated and (most) of his chinese chroma splashes are sooo cute.

talon blackwood is cute in and out of game but i don't like fantasy/dnd much. (scream)

ssw talon is just a stand-in until talon gets an actual modern verse skinline.

i dont even know what this next skin is called i always call him homeless talon. he's ugly but if im jungling then its the one i use. ugly ass.

i think this is controversial but i dont like blood moon. snow moon is cooler and i think talon would be there instead if he didnt already have one, but i dont like bm much as a thematic. and i think this skin is ugly, he looks like a frog. (??? how? i dont know.) something about prestige high noon's pose fucks with me, though the quality of the splash is insane. i dont like his head and i miss when he had the undershirt. prestige icon is cute tho. and then crimson guard.... crimson elite(??) talon... idk, what is there even to say.

dude the primal ambush icon is soooo cute to me and i looove the idea that he gets to be in the catboy spotlight but man this was such a miss for me. thematically SO shallow, and the splashart looks a lil funky imo. his hair being the same color as the fluff on his cape implies that he used his own hair to make it and his hair is so fucked the way it sticks up like that. armblade design was cool i guess but i dont like the colors of the whole thing and it was such a letdown for me. idc im a hater, if you liked it then im happy for you.

oh and i know this isn't a Real skin or anything but..

THIS SKIN IS SO CUTE and i would LOVE IT IN SR IM NOT IMMUNE. it would be wrong to put it in top tier due to it not being a real skin/having a bio but the amount of hc/words this has spawned already deserves it tbh. please i beg you

thanks if you read this. feel free to disagree, s just my opinion.

[rkwendy]

Gyeoul Variety Headcanons

I took a leaf out of Ani’s book and decided to write a list of things people would know/learn about Gyeoul as they start appearing on more variety shows. I am a lazy egg and am unlikely to write out everything in threads, so this headcanon guide should be helpful to everyone. (Especially myself). 

Introduces herself as “AND*ROMA’s main vocal and winter fairy Gyeoul”.

In their debut showcase, Gyeoul says she feels more Korean than Canadian. After all, she represented Korea in figure skating all her life and is now living and working here full-time. 

Good at riddles, facts, and problems involving numbers (Weekly Iidol) 

Personal talents are either instruments (guitar, piano, flute, gayageum), figure skating tricks (1, 2), or her Kim Yuna impression 

Learns everyone’s parts in the song so she can cover for them in case needed

Most confident in ballet, jazz, and contemporary. Improving on waacking (as seen on SN Project and Weekly Idol) 

Most likely the one in charge of explaining/talking about the song they’re promoting

A derp and makes the most meme-worthy faces. (Fans have probably used her pictures as reaction memes, or there could be a compilation of her best derp moments on the Internet) 

If asked about an ideal type, she will always answer “Lee Seunggi” 

Knows English (any variety show she’s ever been on)

Speaks English with the ones who know it (Sunmi and Meiqi). Tries teaching Seulgi too (and whoever expresses interest) 

Was roommates with Kaeun and now is roommates with Seulgi (Weekly Idol)

Reads a lot and probably owns all the books in the dorm (any variety show they have been on) 

May or may not initiate skinship depending on mood. 

Hates aegyo and is the member who is the worst at it. (Weekly Idol)

Keeps in touch with everyone who has been her friend. She still talks to her friends from figure skating, those who left Nova, her friends in other companies, her classmates from college, and more. (A radio show. IDK which one LOL)

Belle and Jasmine are her favorite Disney princesses (Weekly Idol) 

to be updated as I go along

[hook-and-chains]

TELL US SSW THRESH'S FAVORITE THINGS TO DO BESIDE HEELIE EVERYWHERE.

I’m glad you asked dear anon~

For one he loves being with his team, his boys and brothers. The one and only SSW Team that is made of Rengar, Twitch, Singed, and Talon.

He loves cracking a cold one open… that being a Mountain Dew. From his lantern cooler… yes that thing also functions as a cooler.

He ultimately is that dude that is hardcore into what he’s doing and passionately driven about it… a know it all, and shows it. He is the team player for a reason, even when he’s gaming. So yes, he does a lot of gaming~

He’ll hang out with SKT Kalista @spearsworn a lot as well as that is his gamer girlfriend, he asked her out with a copy of Super Smash Bros asking if she wished to ‘smash’ him. Of course she said yes.

He’s a dork but he acts cool and chill, but he also knows how to dance in those heelys and he does it well.

I still have to think up more but, this is a general basis for you~

[ufonaut]

HANS VON HAMMER ♦ ൠ ♡ ☾ and CONNOR HAWKE ☆ ♥ ★ ☯

THANK U!!!

HANS VON HAMMER

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

as the specialest boy in wwi, hans has all the hobbies of a typical aristocrat aka fencing, horseback riding, skiing etc etc but the thing is i get the impression he wouldn't consider these hobbies at all as much as things he merely does to get his mind off the war every now & again as there's no real pleasure or passion in them

i think, when he's found himself an unlikely survivor after the war, he does collect planes from all across the board & occasionally tinkers with them. i'll admit that's wholly inspired by his collection in dc challenge but it's a solid take as far as i'm concerned, hans would never be able to stay away from planes or flying when the sky's the only place he feels weightless

ൠ - random headcanon

during the long nights spent in the black forest he sometimes snuggles up with the wolf by whatever fire he's built. i won't accept anything else, the one consistent trace of affection in hans' entire life is from a random feral wolf that he's spent four years getting to know and not quite taming. This Is My Belief.

♡ - romantic headcanon

hans von hammer is gay. that's non-negotiable. and i think he's been a little bit in love with every other enemy ace that's ever shown him kindness & understanding, like the hangman during that entire ssws arc, but that's as far as anything's ever gone. yknow, stolen moments on enemy territory.

after the war, i can imagine a single attempt at playing normal but he quickly becomes a complete recluse & that's the end of that

☾ - sleep headcanon

INSOMNIA CENTRAL!!!!! we've read more than half of all his appearances and hans is yet to sleep without nightmares or frankly at all. the literal only time he ever slept well was with the hangman! and that's inexplicably canon! i don't think he ever gets much better, hans gets used to just enough sleep to keep him going

CONNOR HAWKE

☆ - happy headcanon

connor was at his happiest in the apartment his mother left him in san fran, where he lived with eddie & master jansen for a while. in an ideal timeline -- and our own little earth -- that's still where he's living, with occasional trips back to the ashram whenever he feels he needs to ground himself or a few visits per month to kyle over in nyc

♥ - family headcanon

I'M JUST GONNA GET IT OUT OF THE WAY: CONNOR SHOULD NEVER REALLY FORGIVE OLLIE FOR ABANDONING/REJECTING HIM.

i don't think connor would ever want or even be able to seamlessly blend into the group of people ollie's surrounded himself with & seemingly sees as a sort of family without some small part of him growing to resent him for choosing them but not him. that's precisely why the family connor builds for himself, the people he grows to love and be loved by, is so absolutely vital to who he is as a person

connor's real mother & father have the worst track record in history but that doesn't mean he doesn't still have his grandpa, eddie, master jansen, kyle & any friends he might gain while living in san francisco (like his neighbour mia!). he definitely comes to see eddie as the closest thing he's got to a father figure and loves him as much

★ - sad headcanon

i think the above qualifies for both happy & sad in various ways honestly but. i think ollie's rejection is something that'll always weight on connor while simultaneously being something he learns to live with. it's never easy, not even during the rare times ollie tries, but he eventually comes to understand it has no bearing on him as a person even if it still makes him sad to think about

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

connor's favourite thing in the world is movie nights with kyle because kyle's seen every nerd movie ever made in human history and connor's seen none but it's really how much kyle's enjoying showing him all this that delights connor endlessly

other likes: subjecting eddie & kyle to vegan home-cooked meals that they can't refuse because connor made them, archery despite everything, meditation in master jansen's company, snow days in new york because he's so used to california

dislikes: how loud cities can get after so much time spent in the ashram, coffee at radu's but he'd never tell kyle, situations that get dire enough to necessitate his occasional return to the field as green arrow, his own anger that he's been frightened of since he was a child and is always working on controlling (very successfully, of course)

[snarkwrites]

ssw | sweetpea; kissed with love. __ with lust. | mature.

NOTES:

After a summer long break, I’m back at it again. I actually did work on a few things here and there in my absence, so hopefully, these next few days will see me finishing them off, polishing them up a bit and posting them, idk? We shall see.

This can be viewed as a second part to Sweetpea x Lodge!OFC ssw that I previously posted, which can be found [ here ] and will be linked again below. If anyone wants to see me actually sit down and write anything out with these two and like.. then write a version for my Andrews!OFC and Reggie.. just know I am highkey tempted and it probably wouldn’t take a lot of persuasion... Maaybe.

PROMPTS:

Prompts used for these six sexy words one shots are either taken from [here] or [here] at my choosing. I don’t take requests for characters / prompts for these but… If you just want to send me requests, I do take headcanon requests, fluff and filth alphabet letters. [ request rules / fandoms here ]

The prompts I used here are as follows: kissed with love. fucked with lust // “eyes up, sweetheart. look at me.” // so wet he just slips in.

FANDOM/CHARACTER:

Riverdale, Sweetpea x Lodge!OFC, Marlena

OTHER PARTS:

[ wondering what his kiss feels like. | sfw, squeaky clean]

WARNINGS:

{NSFW CONTENT. NO MINORS.} consensual but unprotected sex between two adults, biting / marking. body fluids. no foreplay.

Minors, this was not written for you. You shouldn’t be reading it. If you are and you stumble upon something upsetting or that you can’t handle after being clearly warned here… That’s on you, lovelies. Not me. Nobody made you keep reading.

TAGGING:

:( there’s nobody on my riverdale tag list actually. so if you’re out there and you’re reading this and you want to be on it, hit me up. or add yourself to the doc linked below. Either way. It’d make my heart so full, bbies.

OTHER STUFF:

[ faq | feel free to send me stuff | sfw masterlist | nsfw masterlist no minors. | taglist doc ]

I paced in front of the fallout shelter in the woods. It was getting later and later. I found myself tensing up at every little sound. I dug around in my pocket, searching for my cell phone. Pulling it out, I glanced at the time and took a deep breath. Tried to tell myself that maybe he was just running late.

Surely he wasn’t standing me up for a third time this week.

Almost as if on cue, my cell phone rang. It was Sweetpea.

“Where are you?” I asked.

“I’m not gonna make it.”

I sighed. Fighting back tears. Taking a deep breath or two.

“Are you there, Marlena?”

“Yeah.” I answered.

“I’m sorry. I gotta do this thing, okay?”

,, that’d be great if I didn’t feel like some dirty little secret. Or your kept girl. If you treated me in public the way you do when it’s just the two of us, rehearsing. If I had even a hint that you actually felt anything.” the thought crossed my mind and it took root this time. I couldn’t shake it.

Lately, it’s been getting harder and harder to shake.

“It’s fine. It’s just a play. And we’ve been doing so well together when we practice that missing a few won’t hurt.” I said the words but I didn’t mean them. I pouted as I said them because tonight marked the fifth night of me finally gathering up enough courage to ask him what it was we were doing here and it looked like yet again, Sweetpea was going to bail.

“You okay, princess?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m totally fine.” I was starting to try and navigate the woods in the dark. I swore when I got my favorite expensive sweater snagged on a branch and Sweetpea repeated his question.

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him I wasn’t fine. That our ‘practice sessions’ and private talks meant the world to me and they’d made me want so much more, but it felt like maybe this was all just something to do to rebound and get over Josie McCoy.

“We’ll meet up tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

I rolled my eyes at his words. And then that nagging thought that wouldn’t leave me alone crept in all over again. “Actually, I kind of can’t. I have a date.”

“What the hell do you mean, you have a date?”

,, what do I mean? I don’t have a date and this is only going to blow up in my face!” I was starting to panic at my ill-thought out response, but then another thought came, ,, If he really cares, let him be the one who worries. If he doesn’t care, you’ll know.”

“I mean… you don’t own me.” I answered calmly. Trusting the process, even though I was at least 80 percent sure that the process was going to royally fuck me over this time. Afraid to hope that maybe Sweetpea was feeling whatever I felt.

“Good point. Who’s the guy?”

Did he sound jealous just now? As quickly as the thought came, I shoved it back down. If anything going on between us mattered to him in the first place, he’d act like it. He wouldn’t act one way in public and a completely different way in private.

“Just a guy.”

“What’s his name?”

“Why does it matter?” I asked the question mildly as possible. I stepped into the lobby of the Pembrooke and wandered over to the elevator, pressing up. “I have to go. I’m gonna lose service in the elevator.”

“Wait.. you weren’t like.. waiting on me… Right?” Sweetpea asked.

I hesitated for a second or two. Every part of me wanted to tell him the truth, and then tell him just how much this whole game we were caught up in really bothered me, but when my mouth finally decided to work again, I gave a soft laugh. “Me? Nooo. No, you told me not to, remember? Because you never know if you’ll make it or not and you don’t want me out there alone in the woods.”

“Where were you then?”

“Out. I have to go now.” I hung up before he could ask anything else because if I didn’t, I knew I’d tell him the truth. And the truth might just make everything between us fall to pieces. Because he might not want the truth.

I barely got into the door of the penthouse before my phone rang again.

It was Sweetpea.

Rather than answer it, I declined the call. And I flopped down on the couch beside my sister. “How’d it go?” Veronica asked, pausing the movie she’d been watching to look over at me. “Did you tell him?”

“He ditched me. Again.”

“To be fair, he did tell you not to go out there until he told you he was definitely going to show up.” Veronica mused. I shook my head, sighing. “All I am is a rebound. Now I just have to decide whether I can be okay with that or not. Besides…” I paused for a few seconds, taking a deep breath, “I might’ve just messed it all up anyway.”

When she asked what I meant, I told her everything. Ending with the whole interrogation that he’d just put me through on the phone.

“You should’ve just made up a guy.”

“I’m not smooth enough to pull this type of stuff off, Ronnie! You know this. Ugh. Me and my big mouth.”

“Did he sound jealous or upset?”

“I mean.. I want to think he did but I’m also not about to be stupid enough to get my hopes up.”

My cell phone rang again and I hesitated. I almost answered it and told him everything but my sister smirked and she took the phone from my hand, wandering into the other room as she answered it.

I tensed all over, following her. Giving her a pleading look, shaking my head no.

But my sister wouldn’t be who she is if she didn’t stir the pot.

“Veronica, give Marlena the phone.”

“Afraid I can’t do that, Sweetpea.”

“And why the hell not?”

“Well, I’d love to but she’s kind of… busy… right now.”

“Busy doing what?”

“Showering, damn. Don’t raise your voice at me, Sweetpea.”

“Oh, he’s totally jealous.” she mouthed to me as she held the phone away from her ear for a second or two to let him rant on his end.

“Anyway, she’s busy. Is that all, or did you want something else? Remember, manners benefit you in this situation.” Veronica stated, flopping onto a chair. Waiting on Sweetpea to get to whatever the reason was for him calling.

I snickered to myself when I heard him swear and then mumble an apology.

“Who’s the guy she’s going out with tomorrow night?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“On why it matters. I’m not going to tell you anything if you’re just going to hurt my sister or go beat the poor guy up.”

I tensed a little, getting frantic. Veronica seemed to pick up on it and she mouthed, “Relax. Listen, if anyone can get an answer out of him, I can. Just let me do my thing.”

“I’m not going to hurt her. That’s the last thing I wanna do. I thought we had something then she just casually mentions she’s busy tomorrow night, that some guy’s takin her out.” Sweetpea trailed off. I grimaced because it sounded like he’d just hit a wall or something.

Veronica was barely hiding back a grin.

She eyed me and then lowered the phone. “You can’t tell him how you feel, right? But you want to? This is a way to find out if he feels even a little of what you’re feeling.”

I eyed her, wary.

She put the phone back up to her ear.

“Is she there?”

“She’s still showering. Why’s a guy taking her out bother you so much, hm? I mean, you two barely speak at school and lately, you’ve kind of been avoiding her. She’s told me that you’ve blown off these little solo rehearsals you’ve been doing out at the shelter four or five times now?” Veronica questioned. Holding the phone away from her ear because apparently some of the bikers were doing shots and the crowd in the bar was getting a little out of hand, making it hard to hear or focus on Sweetpea.

“before we discuss this any further, Sweetpea, I’m going to need you to go somewhere more quiet.”

“Just like.. Tell her I’ll talk to her later.”

“No, no.. I think you might want to hear what I have to say.” Veronica’s words had me mouthing “Are you fucking mental?” while shaking my head no at her in a panic.

“Fine. I’ll step out in the alley.”

“Good.”

After a second or two, I heard Sweetpea ask, “Better?”

“Much.”

“Hey, wait… I talked to Marlena earlier and she said she hasn’t been going out there to wait on me.” Sweetpea trailed off, swearing under his breath.

“Yeah, well.. Maybe she didn’t want to be embarrassed?” Veronica walked into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her, leaving me out in the hallway, gaping at her audacity and the closed door. I paced back and forth, stopping now and then to hear bits of the conversation.

SWEETPEA’S POV

“Well what, hm? I told her not to go out there alone at night. There’s a fucking murderer on the loose.”

Veronica’s laughter had me glaring at the phone in my hand, rolling my eyes. “What the hell’s so funny?”

“One, that you think she’ll just jump when you tell her how high. Two, I can’t believe you’re actually this blind. Or stupid.”

I glared at the phone, scowling. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“Do you have any idea how much she looks forward to seeing you? Like.. the happiest I’ve seen Marlena in years is when she’s sneaking out to go meet up with you. And then you pull all this shit. Honestly, I don’t see why she bothers. It’s obvious you’re just using her as  a rebound.” Veronica ranted, falling silent. Leaving me to stand frozen in place in the alley as my brain desperately tried to process what Veronica was telling me.

I’d been avoiding Marlena because I’m determined not to let myself get so caught up in someone that they have the ability to really hurt me like Josie did again. And just the thought that Marlena might have another guy interested in her upon hearing it earlier had me up in arms. It’s too late. I’m fucked. Somehow, Marlena Lodge got to me before I ever realized it was happening. “ I’m not using her as a rebound. Did she say that?” I snapped before I could stop myself. I apologized and then went quiet.

“She didn’t. But I know her well enough to know that’s exactly what she things. My advice here? Stop acting like you are towards her, because she feels like you are just using her as a rebound and she’s probably about to give up on you. The fact that she’s using the old I have a date excuse on you tells me everything I need to know. My sister only does that when she’s getting ready to cut her losses and move on. She does it so she won’t get hurt, so obviously, you’re hurting her. I have nothing else to say.”

“You’re sure she really feels this way…”

“If I weren’t, I wouldn’t even bother talking to you. I can’t stand back and watch her just close off a part of herself again, okay? Because sooner or later, she’s not going to have any parts of herself left to close off.”

Veronica hung up before I could really react to the statement and I leaned against the brick wall outside the Wyrm, just trying to process everything.

Fangs wandered out, lighting up a cigarette. “Everything alright, Pea?”

“She feels somethin, too.”

“I told you, idiot.”

“Shut the fuck up, Fogarty.” I grumbled, rolling my eyes. Laughing a little as I took a few deep breaths. “So that means she was only sticking to status quo at school because she thought that’s what I wanted.”

“Again. I told you so, Pea.” Fangs exhaled a plume of smoke and then asked the more serious question. “My question is what are you gonna do about this, hm? You gotta do something, man.”

I smirked as a half assed plan born of desperation began to form itself in my mind…

MARLENA’S POV

“Your father and I are heading out to the Halloween festivities in the town hall. Are you sure you don’t want to come along, Lena?”

I pretended not to hear my mom because I’m still not speaking to her or my father. I haven’t spoken a word to either of them in months now. I don’t intend to until they admit that everything they’ve ever done is wrong and it’s hurt more people than it was all worth.

Veronica says I’ll be giving them the silent treatment until they’re dead and I’m old and gray and I’m starting to agree. Hermosa is always preaching to me the importance of family and forgiveness. Trying to get me to just give it up already.

The storm picked up outside and I jumped a little. Mentally damning my decision to watch all the horror movies I could possibly handle while at this godforsaken and creepy penthouse all alone. My father eyed me in concern and my mom cleared her throat.

“Still not speaking to us?”my mother asked.

I gave them both the thumbs up and my father sighed in disappointment. Mumbled something about how Veronica and Hermosa came around and hopefully, sooner or later, I will too.

He went to hug me and muttered quietly, “I know storms scare you, mija. If you need me to come home, I’m but a call away. I know you’re upset with your mom and I right now, but I am your father and I do love you..”

I stayed stiff in the hug, though it killed me to do so. This whole silence and distance act towards my father and my adoptive mother, Hermoine is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

,, and avoiding Sweetpea all day today even though he seemed to seek me out the most, that wasn’t an easy task either. But I need to let go. I was obviously just a rebound and I don’t want to be someone’s rebound. Just one time, I’d like to be someone’s first choice.” the thought came as the doors to the penthouse shut and locked behind my parents as they left. I did my best to push out the thought but tonight, it just didn’t want to leave me alone.

I reached for the remote to our home theater system to start my horror movie, - the Rob Zombie remake of Halloween, and I happened to notice my cell phone lit up, buzzing and vibrating.

Three texts and four missed calls from Sweetpea.

I shrugged it off and tossed the phone back onto the end table, unpausing my movie. Getting caught up in it all over again as the storm raged on outside.

The more the storm intensified, the more I found myself tempted. All I had to do was reach out and pick up the phone. I told myself that I could just call Veronica or something, but the only thing that kept me from picking the phone was that I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be calling my sister.

I’d somehow wind up calling Sweetpea instead.

The sound of the call box by the door going off had my brow raising and I slipped off the couch, wandering over to the  door.

Pressing the button to talk.

“Can you tell this jerk at the door you know me, Marlena?” Sweetpea’s voice crept in through the loud crackling static and reverb from the speaker.

“What the hell is he doing here?” I wondered, jumping a little when Sweetpea answered, “If you’ll let me come up, princess…”

I let go of the button to talk and dragged my fingers through my hair. Looking at myself in the mirror that hung right next to our front door and wrinkling my nose.

The intercom roared to life again.

“I know you’re there. Just let me up.”

“You forgot one very important word.” I answered after pressing the talk button on my end again.

I heard him grumbling a little and at first, I’d figured he’d just leave because for the span of time that I’ve known Sweetpea, he’s just not the kind of guy who says Please or I’m sorry or anything to do with feelings easily.

“Please?”

I swallowed hard. My heart was beating against my rib cage so hard I thought it’d beat right out. I tried to remind myself that I was attempting to just move on and the less I saw him, the better off I’d be doing that, but before I could stop myself, I was hitting the button to allow Sweetpea access to the building.

I started to race to my bedroom to change into something more presentable, at least throw a little makeup on because no one outside of my sister or my parents have ever seen me looking anything less than well put together, but I stopped myself.

,, He’s the one who came to me. Let him deal with the way I  look.” and with that thought, I made my way over to the door of the penthouse, opening it when he knocked.

Before I could say or do anything, I was being pinned against the door frame, my back meeting cold wood with a soft smack as Sweetpea’s body pressed right into mine and his hands wandered all over me without stopping.

When they did stop, one was tangled in thick dark curls at the back of my head and his other hand was on my ass, fingers splayed and digging into soft flesh roughly. Squeezing. Rubbing me against him slightly. Enough that I sucked in a breath because I felt the way his cock pushed against his jeans, strained.

When his mouth finally found mine, his tongue split my lips, finding my tongue, tangling with it. Pulling at the hair his hand was tangled up in to tug my mouth into the kiss deeper. Greedy. Teeth sinking into fleshy and swollen lips roughly.

I was starting to get really light-headed. I placed my hand palm down against his chest and shoved him away slightly, wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand and staring up at him with wide eyes. “What the hell was that for?”

A large rough hand caught against my face, caressing it. Tilting my head so that I had to keep my eyes on him when I did eventually try to look down and busy myself by pulling at a ragged thread in the front of his plaid shirt.

“Eyes up, Sweetheart. Look at me.” he muttered, a dazed and soft yet somehow still firm tone to his voice as he spoke. It was enough to make me keep my gaze on him. Waiting. Trying to pull myself together because I felt like I’d fall apart at any second.

“You still haven’t answered my question.” I pouted as I pointed it out.

The fact that his immediate response was to get all squirmy and for his hands to start wandering all over my body again as he melted against me should’ve been a clue as to exactly why he was here right now, but somehow, I missed it entirely.

His mouth crashed against mine all over again. Hungrier. Needier. A kiss so deep that more than a time or two, I forgot to breathe. Melting against him. The hand pressed against the front of his plaid shirt catching hold of a fist full of the fabric. My leg raised to his hip and his hand wandered down, squeezing my thigh. Rutting himself against me as he muttered “I love you, I love you, I love you. Fuck. I love you.” into softly smacking and frantic kisses that continued to deepen. His hand roamed over my bare thigh, a soft hiss hanging in the air between us, swallowed by the meeting of our mouths all over again. The kiss broke and he pressed his forehead against mine to stare deep into my eyes. I was trying to catch up, to process what was going on. When I realized what he’d been saying as we kissed, my breath caught and escaped in a quiet gasp. I realized that he was trying to avoid eye contact, staring down my shirt at the top of my breasts instead, so I made him look at me.

“Was there a guy, Marlena?”

“It’s Lena, for the millionth time and no. No, there wasn’t a guy. I was just saving face?”

Sweetpea raised a brow.

I explained sheepishly, “Well, when you started bailing on our private rehearsals, I figured I was just a rebound and I didn’t want you to know that you actually did keep me waiting more than once…” I stared down at my bare feet as I went quiet.

He curled his fingers beneath my chin, making me look up at him. Sighing as he tried to think of something to say.

“I didn’t wanna get too caught up in you, okay? I… I had to do something.”

The stammer in his words is what caught me by surprise because Sweetpea isn’t exactly known for being unsure about anything.

I tilted my head slightly. Taking a shaky breath. Nodding as I managed to grasp what he was getting at. Admitting after a seconds pause, “I didn’t either. I mean, literally every single time I do it… It all goes wrong somehow. Or I’m not enough. I don’t know.” I blew at a strand of hair that flopped down into my eyes and Sweetpea reached out, smoothing the strands back behind my ear.

“You wanna come in?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“It’s better than me, being here all alone in this fucking tomb while there’s a storm going on out there.” I muttered, going quiet. I didn’t want to push or anything.

Sweetpea rubbed his chin in thought. Smirking just a little when he asked in a teasing tone, “You’re scared of bad weather, huh?”

“Very. It’d be nice to have something to take my mind off it.” I raised my hand to my mouth to cover it as soon as I realized just how coy the statement I’d made sounded. Rather than be off-putting -or too needy, to him like I was afraid it’d be, something entirely different happened.

He scooped me up as soon as he stepped fully into the penthouse and shut the door behind him. The warmth of his skin and the scent of his cologne had me sighing in content as I nestled my face against the side of his neck, the smooth edges of his double headed serpent tattoo drawing my attention as I raised a hand and delicately trailed the tip of my index finger over the design, making him shiver and have to stop to tighten the grip he had on my body.

As we passed the living room, he happened to see the movie I’d been watching, paused. “You’re scared to death of storms but you were watching that shit alone? You realize that was asking for nightmare fuel… Right?”

“It’s my Halloween ritual, okay?” I muttered, my lips brushing right against the tattoo on his neck with each word I spoke. “Do you wanna finish watching?” he questioned, stopping in the doorway of the room and lingering. A smoldering look in his eyes as he glanced down at the way he held me in his arms.

“Are you sure you want me to answer that?” I purred against his skin. Clinging to him a little more. The shock of it all was starting to wear off now.

And almost as if on cue, the storm picked up even more and all the power went out. I giggled quietly.

“Gee. Guess Hiram and Hermoine won’t be coming back here tonight.”

“Your parents are gone?”

“Mhm. They went to that stupid silent auction. They weren’t going to be back until stupid early. And with the power being out, they won’t be getting in here. It’s a safety feature that my father had put in. One he clearly didn’t think through.”

“So… nobody gets in and nobody gets out until the power’s on?” Sweetpea’s brow raised.

“Or until the backup generator kicks on. But given that the building staff is gone home for the night… The odds are against that.” I giggled a little more because I could see the gleam in his eyes and the way he was smirking right now as if he were thinking long and hard about something he wanted.

“Uh oh. I know that look…” I teased.

“Oh you do, hm? What’s it mean then, baby girl?”

If I thought our little makeout in the doorway left me wet and beyond worked up, it was nothing compared to the flood of slick I felt flooding the insides of my thighs when he called me baby girl.

“Usually means you’re thinking about something you really want to do. Something you know might not be a good idea, but you don’t care because you want to do it.” I answered quietly. Wondering if he’d pick up on what I was hinting at. Wondering if I was right to begin with.

I had to be. Given what happened when I let him up to our floor, I doubt I’ve misread the situation.

“Oh, I definitely want to do it. And the way you’re giggling right now and clinging to me, baby girl, I think you know exactly what I want. Either that or you’re being a tease.”

I whimpered before I could stop myself. Sweetpea stepped over to the couch and sank down to sit on it, letting me get comfortable in his lap. His hands were all over me at first, settling on my ass to pull me completely against him.

He was straining so hard against his jeans that when he pulled me closer, my throbbing core rocked right over the hefty bulge. He bucked himself up into me before he could be bothered to stop himself from doing it, his breath coming in short panting gasps as his mouth collided with mine and his tongue parted my lips. One of his hands left my ass, moving up my back. Tangling in the dark curls at the back of my head as he used his grip there to pull me even deeper into the kiss. A harder buck against me that had me whining at the dull throb that settled in even more.

The kiss finally broke and we pulled away very slightly. Catching our breath.

I pouted a little and leaned into him again, my mouth grazing against the shell of his ear as I whispered quietly, “Now who’s doing all the teasing, hm?” while rocking myself against the way he strained at his jeans. “Oh, I’m not teasing, princess.” he answered.

Standing. Making me pout when he did. Until he asked where my bedroom was and I told him where to take me. He rushed out of the living room, carrying me down a darkened hall and as soon as I saw the door that lead into my suite of rooms on the wing of the penthouse I share with Veronica, I pointed and giggled. “It’s there. That one.”

Sweetpea kicked at the bottom of the door with his heavy soled boot, letting me wrap myself around him as my back met the door with a soft smack and he got the door opened.

Once we were inside my suite with the doors locked behind us, he sat me on top of my mirrored vanity. Stepping between my legs as his hands moved down to the bottom of the oversized shirt I’d been wearing. He licked his lips and chuckled, pulling the shirt up and away from my body. Letting it settle on the floor of the room. I raised my hand to start working the buttons on the front of his plaid shirt free, but I was so excited that my hands were shaky, so I grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands, tearing it open. Sending a quiet spray of buttons scattering across the room.

He growled against my ear with a husky laugh, “Not fair. I didn’t tear off your shirt.”

“I didn’t stop you from doing it?” I pouted up at him, giving a soft giggle as I shrugged. My hands moved over his chest, the giggle at the way he shivered at my touch getting swallowed by a slow, deep and rough kiss. He nipped at my bottom lip, making me cling to him even more, rubbing myself against him as I whined; impatient.

My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs squeezed against his sides. The hand he had resting on my thigh started to trail upward. Squeezing my dripping core and drawing a gasp out of me that seemed to shatter the silence in the room all over again. When he felt how wet I was, he growled. Scooping me forward on the vanity. Rubbing me right against the way his cock pushed against the denim barrier of his jeans. His tongue dragged along the shell of my ear and he mumbled, “How are you so fucking wet already?” in awe. He cupped my dripping sex a little harder, massaging me through my panties. “Fuck.”

I gazed up at him with the most innocent look I could muster up as my hand wandered down his chest. My fingers toying with the waistband of his jeans, tugging him in even closer all over again. His breath caught in his throat when he felt me fumbling with the button and by the time I was tugging down the zipper impatiently, he was slipping his fingers beneath the thin waistband of my panties, pulling them away as a silent tear seemed to echo in the air around us. Letting them settle on the floor next to the shirt he’d taken off me and his own discarded shirt.

He took just a slight step back. Licking his lips and groaning as his eyes wandered over every inch of my body. When I went to raise my hands to cover myself a little, he stepped closer all over again, lowering my hands as his mouth found mine and devoured it. “Don’t do that. I wanna see you.” he mumbled into my mouth.

A loud clap of thunder had me flinching a little and he grabbed hold of my jawline gently. Leaning in to close the distance between our mouths all over again. “Focus on me, baby girl. Not the storm.”

I nodded. Taking a shaky breath. Tugging impatiently at his jeans until he chuckled and covered my hand with his own, lowering it. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” I whimpered out, my lips straying from his to drag slowly down the side of his neck. Letting my tongue roll over the double headed serpent covering the skin there. Making him shiver and swear quietly as I did it.

“You want me, hm?” he questioned as we broke apart to breathe.

“Mhm.” I pouted, trying again to grab for the waistband of his jeans. He smirked and stepped away. His hand lowered and my eyes followed the movement of it. My breath caught in my  throat and escaped in a quiet gasp as he kicked off his boots and then worked his jeans down, letting them pool at his ankles. Leaving him standing there in front of me in only a pair of black boxers.

I barely stopped a whimper as he started to tug down his boxers, kicking them away once they pooled at his feet. Stepping back up to me all over again. His thick cock standing at attention and grazing right against my aching core as soon as he had me pulled as close to him as he could get me all over again.

“Have you ever done this before, baby girl?” he questioned just before his mouth latched onto my neck. Sucking a deep mark into my skin as his hands wandered all over me. Settling between my thighs. Rubbing my dripping sex until I felt my stomach starting to coil. He nipped at my neck. “I asked you a question.”

“N-no.”

“Fuck.” he practically growled the word as he scooped me off the top of the vanity, stepping over to my king sized bed. Tossing me onto it gently as he stared down at me and swallowed hard. Taking a few shaky breaths.

“I’m gonna have you all to myself then, hm?” he mumbled as he settled over my body, his hips pressing mine against the mattress. His mouth crashed against mine in a kiss that ended too soon. Then his lips trailed down the front of my throat, dropping hot little kisses and nips against my skin. Leaving any part of it he could get his mouth on covered in marks.

I couldn’t help but giggle because the fact that he was my first kiss and now, he was going to be the first guy I made love to just seem to amp up that cockiness of his to the nth degree.

But when his eyes met mine again, just as his mouth worked across my collarbones, the loving gaze he gave me had me blown away.

The lower his mouth moved on my body, the more I tried to come alive beneath him. The more I whimpered and moaned. Tried to rock myself against him until big hands grabbed hold of my hips, holding them still against the bed.

“Ah-ah. Let me take care of you, baby girl.” he muttered firmly. His tongue circled my navel and my back arched. I reached down, tugging at his hair. Making him growl and nip at my abdomen before rolling his tongue over my skin.

“I wanna fuck you so bad.” he groaned out against my skin as he rose up and bucked himself against me, letting his cock just barely graze against my sensitive,throbbing core. I raised my hands, grabbing hold of his face. Pulling him back down on me. “Then do it. Please? I-I.. I want you.”

He eyed me. Thinking it over.

“If it hurts…” he started to say something but I crashed my mouth against his hungrily. “Now.” I begged again, the word getting swallowed up by the meeting of our mouths all over again.

The tip of his cock grazed against my opening and I whimpered. Trying to rock against him more urgently. He caressed my face, staring down at me. Dazed.

Teasing just a little by letting his cock graze against me all over again, sending a shiver through me. My stomach coiled just a little tighter.

His mouth crashed against mine, his tongue devouring mine in a deep and slow kiss. His hands roamed over my body, settling on my hips. He sank his cock into me just a little more and I tensed as I could feel myself starting to be stretched out. He eyed me in concern. “Are you good?”

I nodded because the little bit of pain I’d felt was starting to ebb off. He sank in a little deeper, growling against my neck “Fuck, fuck. You’re so.. Fuck, princess. How are you so wet? I can barely stay in.” and I tensed up a little more, making him pause. Pepper my neck and throat with hot kisses and nips, latching on to leave the occasional little mark behind. My nails dug into his shoulders and as soon as the pain was gone again, I started to rock myself against him, desperate for the way it felt after the pain.

The way his thick cock seemed to split me in two. He started to pump in and out a little faster, his hands squeezing my hips until I knew they’d be bruised tomorrow because he was holding on to my body so tight.

“Ugh, fuck. Feels so” I moaned out, “Good. Don’t stop.”

He started to slow down, making me pout as my mouth latched onto his all over again, pulling him into a deep kiss. “Faster baby. Please?”

All he did was shake his head. Smirk at me as he went still. Letting his cock fill me. His mouth roaming all ov er my body. His hands leaving my hips to move back up my sides and stop at my tits, pushing them together. Dipping his head down. Latching onto a nipple with his mouth as I moaned and tried to get us moving again, the heels of my feet digging into the bedding on my bed because it felt so good. I wanted, no I needed more. Everything. All of him.

He started to pump into me all over again, his hips smacking against mine. My back arching away from the bed when he hit the same spot buried deep within me over and over. Slowing down just when I felt like I’d fall to pieces and I was shaking a little. Kissing. Touching.

“Pea, please? C’mon.” I begged breathlessly.

“Nope. I’m not even close to done with you yet, baby girl. Not even close.” he mumbled against my skin as he picked up his pace but only a little. My legs were almost shaking now and I wrapped my arms around his neck, dragging my fingers up and down his bare back. Barely digging because I didn’t want to hurt him.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he growled, nipping at my mouth as he muttered against it, “Oh fuck. Fuck. C’mon, princess. Move your hips like you were.” when my movements got just a little clumsier because I could feel that tight coil in my stomach threatening to come undone just a little more with each deep drive he made.

He rose up, raising my legs to his shoulders. Slamming himself back into me, burying deep inside all over again. I gripped his shoulder and the blanket, moaning his name as tears of frustration started to sting my eyes, one of them breaking free and rolling down my cheek.

“C’mon, baby girl. I know what you wanna do right now. Let go for me. Let me have it all.” and as he pumped me up and down on his cock faster, burying deeper inside with each stroke he made, my orgasm shattered me. Leaving me with pretty much no other option but to cling to him and try to fuck my way down from the high. He growled as my walls clenched tight around his cock and I got so wet that he nearly slipped out more than a time or two, my juices coating him and the excess puddling below me.

His hips stammered and he slowed, peppering my skin with little kisses. His hands all over me, touching. His mouth leaving marks behind on every strip of skin he could access as his hips snapped into my body slow. Each drive he made seemed to go deeper and deeper. Until he couldn’t go any deeper and then he went still. Drawing a whimper and a pout out of me as I gasped out “Why’d you stop,hm?”

“Because if I don’t, princess… Fuck. Do you know how good you feel to me?” his words came out muffled, his mouth buried in the curve of my neck. Teeth scraping against flesh as he nipped and sucked, leaving a bruise I knew I couldn’t hide. He muttered seconds later, “Wanna make every second count, okay?” as his eyes locked on mine and he raised a hand, caressing my face. His other hand gripped my hip and he started to pump himself in and out. The sloshing wet sounds with each deep thrust driving me almost feral as they joined with the quiet and steady creak and rustling of my bed and were drowned out by my quiet whimpers and moans and his grunts and the occasional growl. “I could fucking stay like this forever, baby girl.” he mused as he crashed his mouth against mine, his hips stammering. Slowing.

Those big rough hands all over me again, slow. Deliberate. Like he was trying to learn every inch of my body or commit it to memory. I sighed and my head fell back against the pillow, my eyes fluttering open and shut as my stomach coiled and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Poised to go over. I just wanted to let another orgasm shatter me. Sweetpea seemed to sense it and he muttered against my ear, “Let me have it, baby girl. Now. C’mon. Let go. I’ve got you.” in a coaxing tone.

My orgasm ripped through, leaving me clinging to him a second time. Moaning his name. Rocking my hips frantically, desperate to ride out the high. Sweetpea tried to stop a time or two, tried to grip and squeeze my hips, but he just couldn’t anymore and I caught hold of his face in my hands, muttering against his mouth, “C’mon. Please?”

“Ah fuck.” he grunted, his hips moving erratically. The soft smack of skin against skin echoing through the room. His fingers dug into my body, holding me tight against him as he started to fuck into me deep and frantic. His lower body pinning mine against the bed. The warmth of the way he emptied inside, throbbing and hot, filling me up.

As he came down from the high of his orgasm, he collapsed to the bed beside me. Reaching out to pull me on top of him. His lips pressing against the crown of my hair as his hands roamed slow and delicate up and down my bare back.

And outside, the storm was starting to quiet down.

[chaossmagic]

💕 Robron Tag Game 💕

Rules:

1) Indicate your preference (feel free to explain).

2) There are two free questions for you to ask people you are tagging (you can ignore - no pressure). The idea would be that everyone could contribute too, and make it more interesting! Let's see if it will work haha.

3) Tag as many people as you want!

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Affair era or Husbands era? Probably affair era. I’m an angst hoe and I know what I’m about.

Floral shirt or Brown jacket leather? FLORAL SHIRT!! FLORAL SHIRT!! It was iconic and the fact that both Aaron and Rebecca made fun of Robert for wearing it is a hate crime against him

Purple hoodie or Overalls? Hm....purple hoodie, but only because I’m attached to the headcanon of Robert stealing it/wearing it when he’s feeling sad/stressed/needs some comfort and wants to have something of Aaron’s close 

Wedding 1.0 or Wedding 2.0? Wedding 1.0. Hands down. No I will not elaborate.

Liv or Vic? Er...I’m not really a fan of either anymore really. No neither.

The Sugdens or The Dingles? I would say the Dingles because I like more of them more (Aaron, Marlon, Belle, Sam, Lydia etc) and I can’t stand the Sugdens most of the time anymore 

The lodge or Christmas 2017? LOOOOOOOODGE

Chrissie White or Rebecca White? Neither of them, despise them both

Reunion 1.0 or Reunion 2.0? Reunion 2.0 all the way

Alex or Mike? Neither of them

The love we stole or Make you feel my love? Make You Feel My Love. I’m just a sucker for some Adele and I feel like it just fits better. I could never gel with TLTWS as much.

Lay-by or Barn? Lay-by :)

Proposal 1.0 or Proposal 2.0? Proposal 2.0!! It was cheesy, sure, but also really adorable and sweet and funny and emotional and everything you could ask for really

2016 or 2018? Overall? 2018 probably. The best part of 2016 is the abuse sl and SSW. 2018 has more good stuff story-wise as a whole IMO. 

Chas or Diane? Neither lol I’m petty and don’t think either of them are that great

Boyfriends era or Affair era? AFFAAAAAAIRRRRRR

[thank-your-lucky-stars]

Soooo I have a headcanon (well...I guess it’s a headcanon, but it’s something I hope might actually happen) that Chas filmed the speeches at Robron’s wedding reception.

Like...I found it a bit odd that Robert mentioned his speech (to Aaron outside the pub), but we didn’t get to see it. So I have this headcanon that it did happen, that Robert probably did make some long soppy speech, and maybe Aaron said a few words too (not a lot, and certainly not he way Robert did!) and that Chas filmed it (as she appeared to be filming them dancing/cuddling too).

So my headcanon is, that at some point over the next few weeks/however long Aaron is inside, Robert is going to watch these videos. Like just sit there in the quiet and watch them. I can imagine Chas telling him that she’s put all the wedding stuff on a disk for him, but he can’t bring himself to watch (because he’s sort of embarrassed, but also he just can’t bring himself to watch them without Aaron) but one day he just....he can’t stand being away from Aaron any longer, and just needs to feel close to him, so he brings himself to watch the footage of them on the happiest day of their lives.

I would love this so so so much if Emmerdale actually like....showed this. Like you can’t say (twice!) about Robert making a speech and then not show it. So imagine if they did show it, just weeks later, with Robert watching it on the TV or on his laptop. Like wobbly home-movie style footage with Chas “aww’ing” over the top of it.

I mean I don’t actually think this will happen, but bY GOD I would love it if it did. Either way, it’s going to happen in my mind <3

[miss-bookworm]

hi there! its your anniversary gift giver. i'd love to know your favourite: robron moments, robron head canons, robron quotes, and colours.

Hi! Oh, this is so exciting, I already can’t wait to see my gift! Now, you gave me a pretty tough job, how can one choose anything favourite when it comes to these two?? But I’ll try :) 

Favourite moments:

At the layby during their second proposal when they were standing in the middle of the road and Aaron was teasing Robert that it’s just a layby and Robert had the most adorable expression and they both looked so in love!

During break up era when they had that pub date after the whole thing with Jason and again they just looked so in love

Prison goodbye! Everything about that scene was just perfect

SSW. I’d say the whole thing but if I have to choose only one moment, then I have to go with Robert proposing during an argument in the car. It just seems so them

And of course that ending scene in christmas 2017 episode when they toast and agree to be friends and Aaron kisses Robert’s cheek and everyone is crying! (especially me)

I’m also extremely fond of all their interactions during pre affair era and valentine’s day but let’s just go with these 5 otherwise the list is gonna be endless.

Favourite headcanons:

buying the weirdest jumpers every christmas

swapping clothes, especially if they’re feeling a bit off and having a bad day

they love to plan a night out or a weekend away when it can be just the two of them but they also agree that nothing beats a quiet night in with some good dinner and a movie

whenever robert reads and gets super immersed in the story, aaron loves to just sit next to him and observe his face and how he reacts to what he reads

and robert loves to observe aaron when he gets super excited about a videogame he’s playing or a game he’s watching. he just loves to see the excitement and passion on aaron’s face

at least once per month they play board games in the afternoon but both aaron and robert get so competitive with each other and there’s lots of teasing and fight talk and things get pretty intense and heated up which turns them both on which is liv’s cue to go and visit gabby and jacob and robert and aaron have their own fun after that

whoever wakes up first prepares a brew for both of them. if they don’t have to go to work or a meeting they enjoyed it in bed         

Favourite quotes:

“I know he’s not for you but he’s definitely for me. “

“Of course I want you, ya idiot. I want you more than anything.” (tbh I love any line that has idiot in it)

“I’m actually a really good dancer.“

“I don’t want easy, I want messed up with you forever.”

“He’s the sort of person you want to be, and to be with” 

“I hope my husband makes you very happy.” (i can’t actually watch the scene but this line is iconic!) 

Favourite colours:

Definitely maroon and blue! and it’s great how they both come together in their wedding suits for their second wedding

These got a bit long but it’s so hard to choose! I hope it helps somehow

[robron-til-the-end-of-time]

As you're taking asks, either... i) which of your own AU's is you favourite, and why? and / or ii) any head canons for how Robert cared for Aaron on his first night home from hospital after SSW?

Hiya!! I really love Yorkshire FC from my own fics. I wasn’t on such a roller coaster (due to canon) at the time of writing it, so maybe that’s why I think of it more fondly? I don’t know, but I really like that one!

As for headcanons, hmm….

Well, Aaron won’t admit on that first day that getting up the stairs might be a bit challenging, what with abdominal surgery and stitches in his leg. But he doesn’t have to, Robert knows and gives him someone physical to lean on as he goes up to their room. “Just don’t…” Aaron says, not wanting to get into it. Robert tells him not to worry about it as they snuggle in bed later, Robert’s hand avoiding his wound as he kisses into the back of Aaron’s neck.

It’s absolutely a sure thing that Robert’s far too careful with Aaron for ages after he’s come out of hospital, and Aaron has to nudge and push when it comes to sex. For Gods sake, they’re newly engaged, and Robert won’t touch him? Just rude to be honest, or so Aaron thinks. So when it comes to it, Aaron loses his patience and rolls on top of Robert, just to stop his hesitations.

[holyscrap]

Hi Kim, hope you're having a good week. *makes whale noises* our boy Aaron just left town AGAIN sooo please headcanon bartsy with me coz I miss Aaron and i miss Bartsy. What do you think is they're fave video game and movie they watched together and whats your fave dramatic bartsy scene? xox

Haley hiii!! 😘😘😘listen, we can only hope that the 156 breaks danny had this year (which he more than deserves of course, he works his little heart out) can only mean he will be mad busy this autumn/winter. seriously we need him front and center again!OMG your bartsy questions are my favorite thing in the entire world rn!! ok so....fave video game is the standard FIFA no doubt about it, they're those predictable lad type hahaha and I am /convinced/ bartsy would marathon every Rocky movie over and over again and thats where aaron's obsession came from. seriously it was their weekend ritual when they were teens (btw remember when they tried boxing and adam was just.. horrendous at it?? LOL)oh man favorite dramatic scene...I LIVE FOR the moments when they were there for the other when they felt they had no one else, like when aaron lost jackson and when adam lost john but my recent absolute favorite was ssw 2016 when adam was in the ambulance with aaron and he was SO SCARED HE WAS GOING TO LOSE HIS BROTHER omgggg I watch that a lot and just cry about it tbh

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

do you think that the friendship between Danny and Ryan helps the chemistry or was it something completely natural between them? Also maybe add your fav Robron gifs of the non-affair era! I hope you're okay💕

I’m really good thanks!!! Hope you’re ok too!

I think it’s a bit of both. From what I’ve read about Ryan’s audition, the chemistry was there before they became friends, but obviously becoming good friends has to help. I also think I’ve read that spending so much time together during filming of SSW meant they got a lot closer (I never know if I’ve read these things or they’re headcanons LOL).

Whatever it is, we’re truly blessed to have them.

By non-affair gifs I’m guessing you meant before the first kiss?

The last one is cheating really but it’s just about before the affair LOL

[rkwendy]

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[bartsugsy]

Oh don't remind me about Aaron calling Robert "Rob". I hate it! I had a lovely headcanon that Aaron only ever calls him "Robert" and SSW ruined it!😭 Now I just have to headcanon that it was a blip because he was drugged up or something and he'll never do it again😄

anonymous said:

Personally I love how usually Aaron just calls him Robert and I can't explain why I don't have the words

aaron calling robert ‘rob’ every so often but mostly calling him robert is my favourite thing so honestly i cant support either of u here but i will express my sincerest condolences 

[capseycartwright]

I think ever since Aaron teased him for wearing it in the pub he's hidden it away at the back of his wardrobe waiting for the right moment he can pull it out again at the most inappropriate moment he can to embarrass the hell out of aaron ;)

i have a genuinely really sad headcanon that robert hasn’t worn it since that day because of the fact aaron and rebecca made fun of it, ngl. because robert *cares* what other people think of him, and i think the snarky comments genuinely really got to him.

plus. PLUS. robert has some *major* internalised homophobia/biphobia going on, and i feel like bex saying now you’re out and proud turned him off the shirt because like. however much robert loves aaron, his sexuality is very much tied to aaron himself, and not really any pride in being bisexual (especially since this was pre him coming out to aaron in ssw)

me? overthink things? never

[aarondinglestears]

does the fandom find their more toxic aspects enjoyable? cause both individually and rl-wise they've been on display throughout this s/l and I've mostly seen complaints or ppl rushing to defend, mitigate responsibility, or apply some headcanon whenever something pops up they don't like. it's easy to want a couple to be together if you just brush over all the negatives and hyperfocus on the positives, but is that really a fair and accurate view of the rl and its impact on the ppl involved?

It’s hard to generalize about a giant fandom, but I think during this sl in particular, for the fandom as it is (and who it’s comprised of) this year*, it’s seemed divided -- some rush to explain away or criticize that stuff, but others celebrate it for being the very reason they enjoy robron. I’m with you about all this because those engaging in the former, as you said, are rooting for this couple as something entirely different than what they are (and what they represent) which is .. odd. It’s definitely more prevalent behavior than ever, and that inaccurate view reflects an attitude that robron are too delicate to criticize, because that would threaten their very legitimacy as a couple. Which, you know what?! It should!! They haven’t perfected themselves or their relationship yet! Sadly that’s too risky to admit for some because it somehow undermines their passion for, and elevation of, the rl as ~one for the ages~ and so instead we see a lot of excusing away or bizarre reinterpretations.

*(I think in the past people have been overall more enthusiastic about the toxicity because they survived the affair and saw robron as highly flawed from the beginning, but since ssw a lot of fans have come on and expected or interpreted robron as something else entirely).

[snarkwrites]

ssw | embry call; you don’t have to be gentle. | mature.

NOTES:

So... This is the final part to the little mini story with Embry and Merisa... For now. Mayhaps I’ll revisit them from time to time, who knows. If you’re still with me after that downer of a cliffhanger ending yesterday, I’m happy -surprised, but oh so happy, and I truly hope you enjoy this because I enjoyed writing this.

I had to fight myself tooth and nail NOT to turn this into an alpha/omega + imprinting thing, btw. But I managed not to.

PROMPTS:

Prompts used for these six sexy words one shots are either taken from [here] or [here] at my choosing. I don’t take requests for characters / prompts for these but... If you just want to send me requests, I do take headcanon requests, fluff and filth alphabet letters. [ request rules / fandoms here ] 

The prompts I used here are as follows: Claim me. Mark me. Own me + You don’t have to be gentle. 

FANDOM/CHARACTER:

Twilight, Embry Call x Imprint!OFC, Merisa.

OTHER PARTS:

For those of you who want to see them... This whole series kinda turned into my own self indulgent thing, tbh? Anyway:

[ he looks down. she looks up. ] | [ let me take care of you ] | [ everything about her turns me on ] | [ when he says your name ] | [ when whispered words leave you breathless ] 

WARNINGS:

{NSFW CONTENT. NO MINORS.} consensual but unprotected sex between two adults, oral sex - male giving, biting / marking, body fluids & that’s pretty much it.

Minors, this was not written for you. You shouldn’t be reading it. If you are and you stumble upon something upsetting or that you can’t handle after being clearly warned here... That’s on you, lovelies. Not me. Nobody made you keep reading.

TAGGING:

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OTHER STUFF:

[ faq | feel free to send me stuff | sfw masterlist | nsfw masterlist no minors. | taglist doc ]

I haven’t seen Embry in a little over two weeks, since the night of the carnival. I still can’t get my head around what he showed me and what I now know but I do know one thing… Not seeing him has been really, really hard for me.

I’d almost given up on it, if I’m being totally honest. I had to fight the urge to go to him almost daily. I kept telling myself if he wanted to see me, he’d come to me. That I’d probably messed everything up with my reaction.

If I hadn’t before that, going overboard with the flirting.

My grandmother’s voice cut through my thoughts and I looked up from the television set. Pausing the episode of General Hospital I had recorded to see what she wanted or needed. Managing my best smile even though lately, that’s the last thing I’ve felt like doing lately.

“Don’t you get tired of laying around here, moping?” she asked as she stepped into the room. Shaking her head as she grabbed the remote and used it to turn off the little television. “Get out there. Go do something. I don’t care what it is, mermaid.”

I pouted at her, letting my mouth drop open as I pretended to be shocked and hurt by her suggestion. “Are you seriously telling me you don’t love me anymore?”

“You know that’s not true. That’s not what I said at all.” my grandmother sat down. I gave a soft laugh and spoke up. “I know, I was kidding. I just… I haven’t been in the mood lately.” I shrugged it off as if it were nothing.

“If you’re moping over that bum in Seattle, mermaid, he’s not worth a second more of your time and energy.”

“Oh. Trust me, I know. This has nothing to do with that. I’m just kind of… Resting.” my original thought pattern was maybe if I offered up the few injuries and aches I had left up for an excuse, she wouldn’t push for anything more than that.

Because it’s been a little over two weeks and I still can’t fully process what happened that night. Or how badly my lack of an actual reaction and how easily I gave in and let him bring me home might have made a mess of everything. I didn’t even try to push him into talking about everything. Explaining what it all meant. 

I didn’t know how I’d even begin to explain anything to my grandmother without sounding like I was losing my goddamn mind if I’m being perfectly honest.

“In order to rest, one needs to actually do something first. What’s really going on, hm?” my grandmother wouldn’t be my grandmother if she didn’t push on regardless. I sighed and shrugged. “ I’m just dealing with everything that happened.”

“Mhm?” she was trying to get me to keep talking but I went quiet. Sighing. Telling her it was stupid and most likely, I was just fully comprehending my mother’s death. Which wasn’t a lie. My memory was almost fully back now. I could remember everything. Including the fact that the years leading up to her death, she and I had a very strained relationship… Because like my grandmother and I tried to do so many times with her over the years whenever she’d get all wrapped up in the actual worst kind of man or circumstance, she was trying to steer me away from Greg and rather than listen to her, knowing she had more experience in life than I did, I chose to isolate myself. I chose to tell her time and again that I was an adult and that Greg wasn’t all the men she’d gotten entangled with during my childhood. So the last few months I could’ve been mending fences and reconnecting with her were spent in tension filled occasional check in texts or calls instead. 

Like mother, like daughter. That thought came bitterly and it hurt like hell to acknowledge. Because my mom went to her grave with the relationship between her and my grandmother totally unresolved. Because like she attempted with me about Greg, my grandmother tried and tried again with my mother and her choices. Only interfering one time. And that one time was because it was a question of my safety. And this cost my grandmother a relationship with my mother because nothing was the same after that summer.

I explained all of this to my grandmother and as I finished, she hugged me and sighed. “You can’t hold this in for the rest of your life, mermaid. But I know that is only a large part of whatever has you so down… and given that I haven’t seen a certain mechanic around at all in nearly three weeks, I’m going to assume that things didn’t go well on your date?”

“Oh, they went… Right up to the point where I proceeded to get impatient, want what I want and push the line…” - a half truth was better than nothing.. Because if I hadn’t laid it all on the line, he wouldn’t have felt so bad about keeping what he had to keep from me.

,, stop doing that. You can’t be blamed for everything. You were shocked. You’re still trying to figure out how to react to what you know… But if you wait too long..” the thought came and like usual, I tried to shove it down again.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that I went overboard. I told him how I felt. I poured it on entirely too thick and I probably scared him off.” - taking the blame was infinitely easier than explaining the full truth to my grandmother. How did I even begin to tell her what I knew? And on top of that, the fact remained that I wasn’t supposed to tell. And if you’re not his imprint, you’re not even meant to know to begin with.” that thought surfaced.

And it hit me. When he showed me the wolf side that night, he’d been telling me so much more than that.

And my reaction?

While a natural one, probably wasn’t the best one to go with. I should’ve at least made him fucking talk to me. Explain everything. I should’ve pushed for him to tell me everything instead of agreeing to come home that night.

“Fuck.” I buried my face in my hands.

Why couldn’t I have realized that tidbit say, almost three weeks ago? Before it was probably too late to try and fix everything?

“Language, mermaid.”

“Oh, trust me, grandma. This is definitely a situation worth the F bomb.” I muttered, shaking my head as I laughed at my own stupidity.

“Maybe it can be fixed?”

“Oh, I doubt that.”

“You say you’ve realized how short life is thanks to your mother dying and nearly losing your own. All I’m hearing is that you haven’t learned anything, mermaid. How will you know if you don’t try?”

I took a deep breath. Mulling over what she said because honestly, she wasn’t wrong…

And then, before I could stop myself, I was standing. Bolting down the hall and into my old bedroom. The first thing I did was take an actual shower. Then I threw on that sundress. And before I could change my mind or talk myself out of it, I bolted out the door, right past where my grandmother sat, watching her soaps. She called out after me, “I won’t wait up, mermaid.”

I didn’t stop running until I stood on his front porch. Banging on the door.

“Open the door you stubborn ass man. Open the door and listen to me.”

Not a sound.

Not even a hint that he might be home.

I sighed and stared at the door for a few seconds.

Sitting down on the wooden bench to the left of it. Laughing at myself because naturally, I’d finally stop dragging my feet and do something to fix this if I could and he wouldn’t be home.

“I am such a fucking idiot, I swear to God.” I sighed, resting my head on the top of my knees.

I sat like that for a few minutes. Then I heard a motorcycle approaching in the distance. And the fight or flight kicked in all over again. But I fought back against it. Rooted to where I sat.

Determined.

Watching his motorcycle get closer to his house. My heart about to beat right out of my chest. But underneath the excitement.. Calm. Like I was doing the right thing, even if it did turn out to be too late.

The motorcycle came to a stop in his driveway. He hadn’t noticed me yet. I knew the second he did because his entire body tensed. His eyes darted around in every direction before finally settling on me. Intent. A little stunned, from what I could tell.

“So..” I called out, going quiet shortly after because I just didn’t know what to say. I had no idea where to even start.

“What are you doing here?” Embry asked the question quietly. Not in an angry or annoyed way, but more or less in a tone of defeat. Like he’d given up on me coming around ever again. “You saw what I am…” he went quiet. Up the stairs in the blink of an eye.

Towering over me. Keeping his distance but I could tell he wanted to be closer. I knew I wanted him closer. Every part of me was literally crying out for it. I needed him.

Wolf form and all, Embry Call is the man I love.

“And I don’t care, actually.” I admitted after a long and heavy pause. “I mean, I care.. But the fact that you happen to transform under the light of the moon doesn’t bother me. It’s.. Gonna take some getting used to.”

He blinked in shock as he processed what I’d just said. As soon as it sank in, he stepped closer. Filling the space between us. His hips pinning my lower body between his body and the wall my back was pressed firmly against. He raised a hand, resting it palm down against the wall as he stared down at me. Quiet. 

“I know it’s probably too late and I should’ve.. I don’t know, I should’ve done literally anything but what I did the night you showed me the wolf but.. I’m losing my goddamn mind, okay? I.. I can’t think about anything else. I was really in love with you, okay? And I still am. And damn it, when you absolutely shut down and refused to let me…” my words were cut off by a thick digit pressing against my lips to silence me.

He swallowed hard, his eyes leaving mine and settling on my lips. “Wait.. you love me..” he muttered in a daze. Bringing his eyes back up to settle on mine. His body molding completely against mine as he leaned in closer. 

“What part of that did you miss? Because I’ll happily say it. Over and over. Until it gets through your stubborn rock skull. This whole you turning into a wolf thing is.. Look. It’s a lot, okay? But it’s not too much. Not when I need you and I love you... I know what I want. And I’m not leaving until we’ve at least talked.”

“What do you want, huh?” Embry asked. Staring down at me expectantly. Waiting on an answer.

“You. I want you. Wolf and all.” I answered quietly, my gaze dropping. Settling on worn floorboards beneath my dirty and bare feet. Embry followed my gaze down and snickered quietly to himself.

“Woman, where the fuck are your shoes?” he glanced up at me, shaking his head. Grumbling about the fact that I wasn’t wearing any shoes. And I knew him well enough to know that this was Embry, stalling. Because he didn’t know what to say or do.

“Look. I came down here on a mission. I didn’t have time to stop and grab shoes, damn it.”

“Baby, why..” Embry chuckled, the beginnings of a grin forming on his face as he guided my face up so that I had no choice but to look at him. “ I know you came down here on a mission but seriously? There’s broken glass in the road.”

“I’m pretty tough. I mean.. I did live through a pretty wicked car accident.” I bit my lip, staring up at his mouth helplessly. Swallowing hard and getting wet when one glance into his eyes clearly revealed that yes, he’d caught me doing so.

“Yeah, don’t remind me about that, okay? I don’t even wanna..think about that night again.” he went quiet. Ghosting his free hand up and down my side before letting it rest against my hip. Using his grip to pull me against him. I melted into him with zero thought or hesitation. And then, I happened to put my full weight down on my left foot and promptly swear to myself quietly. “Son of a bitch. Ouch.” I raised my foot and the light glistened off of a practically microscopic shard of glass lodged in the skin.

Wordlessly, Embry scooped me up. Carrying me into his house. Sitting me down on his sofa. My eyes darted around the place, smiling softly to myself at all the pictures and the way it felt almost equally as cozy and like home as my grandmother’s little house did.

And before I could stop myself, I was imagining a future with him. Something I hadn’t dared ever do before. Something that suddenly occurred to me, I wanted.

Embry walked back into the living room with peroxide, a wash rag and tweezers and I pouted, shaking my head. “This can wait.” I protested. Tried to pull my foot away, but Embry got a firm grip on it, resting it between his thighs. Holding it still as he looked down at it, inspecting it closely until he found the tiny glass shard. 

“Okay, look at me.” Embry guided my gaze up to meet his. Then he looked down. “Don’t stop looking at me, okay? And do not move your foot. Stop moving, Merisa or I’m never gonna get this out, baby.” Embry muttered in an even and firm tone. Stopping to look up at me with one of the most commanding looks I’d ever seen him give.

“It’s..” I hissed as the tweezers scraped over my skin, grimacing. Gritting my teeth because apparently, it was dug in there deep. “It’s fine. It can totally wait, c’mon.”

The way he’s called me baby twice now.

I don’t dare get my hopes up, do I?

The splinter of glass came free and I unclenched myself. It hadn’t hurt that bad at all.

“Was that so bad?” he asked. Staring at me.

I shook my head.

My eyes were lost in his all over again. And the tension was back. Heavy. Filled with things we needed to say.

“Embry.” I muttered after a long and heavy silence. Embry looked up at me, biting his lip. “Yeah?”

“When I told you that I’m yours and all you have to do is try, I meant that, okay? I don’t say things I don’t mean. And all of this.. I mean… Forget it. According to the legends, if you imprint, it won’t matter anyway…” I trailed off because I realized that I’d come all the way down here on a barely thought out whim. In the hope that maybe he’d been trying to tell me so much more than simply the fact that he turned into a wolf at will.

My anxiety was starting to kick in now and I had no idea what to do or say. I didn’t even begin to know where to start. There was so much I wanted to say. So much I needed to get out.

“It will if I imprinted on you.” Embry muttered after a few seconds. Staring down at my foot in his lap intently. Taking a few long and shaky breaths. Waiting.

Now it was my turn to be shocked.

Because that’s what I’d been hoping he was trying to tell me when I bolted all the way down here in a rush earlier. But I’d braced myself to hear everything but that.

“Wait..” I trailed off. My mouth opened and closed as I raised a hand, tousling my hair and pushing it out of my eyes.

,, You were right. He told you what he was that night. He showed you because you were his imprint.” my brain was practically taunting me.

“You sound like that’s a bad thing.” I was confused.

“It’s not. I just… I never thought it would happen. Kind of convinced myself that I’d rather know I love the person I was with without that side of me coming into play…” Embry trailed off.

“Oh.” I started to stand. Thinking that he meant something entirely different than what he was getting at. I was at the front door when he pressed against me from behind. His hand covered mine. Lowering it down from the doorknob.

“Don’t go. Just.. Let me get this out.” he muttered quietly against the shell of my ear as he turned me around to face him. Putting my back against the front door with a soft smack. 

“I have been driving myself crazy. I’ve been trying to tell myself that it was just the imprint. But it’s not just that. I love you. I need you, okay? I just.. I don’t want you to think that genetics are the only reason I’m with you. I wanted to take time and like.. Prove that.” Embry fidgeted a little, raising a hand to drag it through his hair. Resting that hand against my face. Dragging his thumb over my skin as he softly pressed his forehead against mine.

When his mouth met mine this time it was deep and slow. Clumsy. Needy. His hands were wandering all over me. Finally stopping to rest across my ass. Pulling me up his body. 

“I know it’s not just genetics, okay? I trust you.” I answered as we pulled apart to breathe. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers tangling up in his hair. Using my grip to pull his mouth back against mine all over again. “I love you too. And I want to see where this goes. We can figure this out as we go. I just.. I know what I want.” I gazed at him as the kiss broke a second time and we pulled apart, panting for our next breaths. Trying to pull ourselves together.

He grinned bright at my words and I smiled too. Snuggling myself against him.

“I do too.” he answered after a second or two of little pecks and soft kisses peppered on my face and Embry touching me anywhere he could get his hands. Stepping over to the sofa and sitting down. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled me as close as he could get me. Making me barely catch a whimper as I rubbed right against the way his cock strained and pushed at the jeans he was wearing. When I did it a second time on my own free will, Embry groaned. Bucking himself up into me. Fingers digging into my ass. Guiding me over the bulge before either of us really stopped to think it over or calm ourselves down.

And honestly, I didn’t want to.

Every single time I rubbed against him, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Whimpering and whining. Begging. I wound up pressed against the sofa, Embry’s body settling between my legs to keep them spread. He gave a quiet growl as he stared down at me and settled in, pressing into me completely. Pinning me beneath him. But barely pressing his full weight into me, almost as if he thought he’d break me or I was made of glass. 

“ You don’t have to be gentle.” I muttered as my lips danced over his neck, leaving little marks behind. He sucked in a sharp breath, gazing at me as if wanting to be absolutely sure I was okay. That I wanted to go farther.

As if I intended to stop him.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” Embry muttered, his words coming out in labored pants. 

“You won’t.” I mumbled, letting out a gasp as rough,warm hands slipped up the bottom of my little yellow dress. His palm settling against my aching wet sex. Massaging me through soaked panties. My fingers dug into the couch and his shoulder as I rocked myself up into him. 

His mouth crashed against mine hungrily and his hand started to move faster. Pressing against my dripping core. The little friction it gave was just enough to make me want more. Just as I started to rock against his hand a little faster, breath catching in my throat, he started to slow down. “Easy, baby. Not yet.” he coaxed, making me pout up at him. His thumb rolled over the outline of my lips and I closed them around it, sucking. Making him growl out “Fuck.” as he bucked himself right against me. His nose pressed against my neck as he breathed in deep. My fingers dug into the cushion on the sofa just a little more. His hand settled against my cunt again, cupping. Rubbing slow and careful. So slow that the ache settled between my thighs doubled. And the more I tried to rock myself faster against his moving hand, the more he pressed his hips down into mine to attempt to keep me still. When he stopped again just as I started to get just a little closer to orgasm, I whined. Begging.

His mouth buried in mine, swallowing up the sounds. He moved his hand, growling when it came away wet. “You smell so fucking sweet. I wonder...” he mumbled lazily against my lips as the kiss came to a gradual stop, “If you taste as sweet.” gazing down at me with a hungry look in lust shot dark brown eyes as he licked his lips. I could feel my cheeks heating up. My thighs were so slick they slipped off one another if they brushed together. Embry worked my dress up over my hips. Pulling me up to finish pulling it off. Leaving me in only the pair of red panties I was wearing. He pulled away to stare. A hungry look in his eyes as they moved over my body.

 My fingers curled in the hem of a thin gray tank top he was wearing and I started to work it up, letting it hit the floor of the living room once I’d pulled it over his head. He slipped off the couch, standing in front of me. His hand lowered to the waistband of his jeans after he’d kicked off heavy soled boots, letting them settle on wooden floors with a soft thump. He unfastened and unzipped his jeans, letting them hit the floor around his ankles at which point he kicked them free. 

My eyes widened as I could see the size of the bulge strained against a pair of dark gray boxer briefs. ,, is he even going to fit?” the thought came, accompanied by a fresh rush of slick as it coated my panties and slicked up the insides of my thighs even more. He was lowering himself back down again, hovering over me. His forehead resting against mine as he muttered quietly, “Don’t let me hurt you.”

“Baby..” I started to argue that I knew he wouldn’t, but he shook his head and repeated himself firmly. I nodded, agreeing to let him know. He settled himself on top of me gingerly, again being too careful. Not wanting to press into me too much. But I wanted friction. I wanted to feel his body engulfing mine. Hard muscles against my soft skin. I grabbed a hold of his hips, pulling him down on top of me even more. He rutted himself against me with a low hungry growl that hung in the air between us, only drowned out by the sounds of his mouth as it worked over my body. Starting at my throat. Working down. His hands roamed up my sides, pushing my breasts together and his mouth latched on. Licking,kissing and sucking. Making me whimper his name and rock myself up into him, the ache building. Throbbing. 

By the time his mouth was down to my navel, he was reaching between us, the silent rip of fabric as my favorite red panties came away, tossed to the floor of his living room; torn. I raised my hand, tugging impatiently at the waistband of his boxers and rather than deny me, he obliged, raising to his knees. Slipping off the couch to let his boxers settle on the floor. His cock sprang free, standing at attention. I swallowed hard as my eyes settled on his thick,veiny member, a quiet gasp filling the air. 

He positioned himself over me again. Gingerly. Desperate to feel skin against skin completely, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down on top of my completely. A moan escaped my throat as soon as I felt his cock teasing at my dripping entrance. His hands were all over me, ghosting my sides. Finally settling on my hips. Rocking me over his thick,veiny length as he stared down at me, dazed.

Leaning in to whisper against the shell of my ear, “Love the way your body fits against mine, baby.” as I nodded, let my lips brush the side of his neck, latching onto skin as I tried to leave a mark, “Me too.” I muttered, gazing up at him with a soft smile. Rough hands caressed my cheek, skimming down the side of my body and Embry’s mouth danced down my neck. Teeth scraping against soft skin before locking around it. Tugging until I felt a mark forming. I moaned out, rocking myself up into him. One of my hands drifting up to tangle in his hair and tug at it, trying to pull his mouth against mine one more time, despite knowing one kiss is obviously not ever going to be enough when it comes to him.

He started to let his mouth roam over my bare body, sending goosebumps raising all over me as I felt his warm,wet tongue drag slowly over my skin. Trailing a lazy circle around my navel as he moved himself down my body. Settling between my legs, putting a leg over each shoulder as he met my gaze again. Licking his lips hungrily. Bucking against the couch in anticipation and practically growling when he glanced down and saw my thighs glistening with slick. His tongue rolled up my inner thigh, sloppy. Warm and wet and determined to lick me clean. My hand tangled in the hair on top of his head and my other hand gripped the couch as the warmth of his breath tickled bare skin. His nose bumped against my pelvic mound and I bit my lip, my back arching as his tongue circled my clit, working the throbbing bundle of nerves. The way he had my legs over his shoulder angled my hips. When his tongue buried deep in my pussy, I moaned out. Begging for more.

“Baby, ah, oh fuck.. Oh. Mmm. Right there.” I moaned out, gripping his hair and the couch tighter. Digging my heels into his back, making him bury his tongue inside my dripping sex deeper. “That feels so good, fuck.” I moaned out, rocking my hips up for him.

“Good girl. Move your hips. Fuck. You’re dripping.” Embry growled, leaving a more harsh bite against the inside of my thigh, right next to my crotch. A bite so deep I could feel the stinging bruise even after he’d backed away, glancing up at me tenderly just to make sure I was okay only to find me moaning, my head falling back as I licked my lips.

My stomach coiled and my body tensed as I started to race right into an orgasm that I knew would leave me shaking. Embry started to slow down and my eyes popped open, locking on him and the way he was positioned between my thighs below. Pouting. Begging him not to slow down. Begging him to let me let go. He rose up a little, making his way back up my body after lowering my legs. Wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Grabbing hold of my jaw as his mouth crashed against mine and he rocked himself against me, letting his cock drag right between my throbbing folds every single time he moved.

I gripped his jaw, making him lock eyes with me. His pupils were shot and the lust filled look in his eyes when they met mine had me whimpering his name. “C’mon… Please?” I begged breathlessly, another well timed rock against me with his cock grazing between my folds and the tip sinking in drew a breathy moan out of me that shattered the silence of the room. “Embry, please. Now.”

“Now, huh?” Embry responded in a husky whisper, his lips latching onto my neck. Sucking another mark into my skin. “Don’t let me hurt you. Because I know I’m going to get carried away, baby, I.. you just  feel so damn good.” Embry gasped out as he started to bury himself inside me deep. Going still once I was impaled on his thick,veiny member. Pressing little soft kisses against my warm skin as he let me adjust to the way he stretched and overfilled me. After a few seconds, the feeling of being stretched almost too much subsided and I started to slowly rock my hips into him. Whimpering and moaning as he started to drive into me slow and deep. Nearly pulling out completely with each thrust just to bury himself deep inside all over again. When my stomach coiled all over again, I rocked my hips faster. Trying to chase the orgasm he’d been denying me. Embry’s hands gripped my hips, slowing them almost to a grinding halt and I whimpered, begging.

“Not yet, baby.” he muttered. Raising to his knees. Bringing my legs up to my chest. Both hands on my hips as he pumped me up and down on his cock until I was moaning his name over and over, clinging to him when he came to a complete stop. Frustrated as hell because I’d been so close and Embry stopped again. A tear of frustration trickled down my cheek and Embry caught it with his finger. Licking his lips as he muttered quietly, “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you, okay? Let go for me. C’mon, baby..” he started to pump himself in and out harder, faster.. The smack of skin against skin shattering the quiet. “C’mon. Let go, baby.” as he pushed me back against the couch, pinning me all over again. His hips smacking against mine erratically, the sound echoing off the walls. “That’s it.” he growled as I clenched around him, dangerously close to my orgasm shattering through, “Fuck. you’re so tight. Wet...Fuck, baby.” 

My orgasm ripped through me, leaving me a dripping,whimpering mess, clinging to him. Trying to catch my breath. My hips meeting his as best as I could as I let him fuck me through the high of it. My nails caught in his skin and raked down his back, pulling a moan out of him as he buried his mouth against mine, muttering quietly, “You feel so so good. So good, baby. Don’t..” he groaned as his thrusts became sloppier. Slower in a desperate attempt to keep himself from getting off, “Ah, oh god. Mmm.” his hands gripped my hips tight, slamming me up and down on his cock as he bottomed out, striking against my throbbing,sensitive spot, pulling a loud whimper out of me in the process. “Baby.” he panted, locking eyes with me, “I’m so close. So close, fuck.”

“Don’t stop. Embry, please.” my back arched as his thrusts got even sloppier. Faster. So hard they were almost bruising each time his hips slammed against mine mid-thrust. “You sure?” he muttered against the shell of my ear, glancing down at me.

“Embry, fuck. Ah, fuck. Baby, don’t stop. Feels so good baby. Mmm, yeah.” I moaned out, my back arching away from the bed, my chest dragging over his as I clung to him. Trying to rock my hips urgently to keep him moving. Blinded by lust. My nails digging into his shoulder and dragging down his back lightly. Pulling a growl out of him that was swallowed by the hungry crash of our mouths against each others as his hips sputtered and I felt his cock throbbing. Emptying. Filling me full. 

After it was over, he planted soft kisses all over my face and neck and I pulled him down on top of me. He flipped us so that he was the one laying below, his arms locking around my body to hold me in place on top of him as I crashed my mouth against his all over again.

His eyes settled on the bites and nips he left behind and he grimaced, gingerly dragging his finger over the deepest one on the side of my neck. “I told you not to let me hurt you.”

“If it hurt, Embry, I would’ve told you. I’m not made of glass, baby.”

He eyed me, almost as if he were afraid I was just saying it. I gave a soft giggle and after wiggling around a little to get comfortable, I rubbed my nose against his, making him laugh. Stare up at me in awe only to burst into laughter when I settled on the couch next to him, purring in content, “I am.. Definitely going to get used to this. Mhm, yes I am.” through a sleepy yawn.

“Me too, babe.” Embry pulled me closer, letting my head rest against his chest. An arm wrapped around me tight after pressing his lips against my forehead...