#sweet dreams shifter

[didderd]

got called a bad kisser. ;w;

can i kiss the back of Dream's hand? :> mby Dust too if he'll allow it? (and. Killer. on the mouth..? >///>)

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months were all for his beautiful, blushing bride.

[utterlyotterlyx]

Way Down We Go

Lucien x Tamlin!Sister!Reader

Summary - Basically Lucien smut with very little plot

Warnings - fluff, smut (p in v), forbidden love, oral (f!receiving), slight breeding kink, Lucien being the man of my dreams xo

Water baby.

Lucien had always called you it, and at first you had found it rather patronising, but you soon warmed up to the sweet pet name he had bestowed to you.

There had been countless occasions where he would stroll through the gardens of the Spring Court manor and find you idly floating in one of the ponds or fountains. Lucien would stand at the waters edge silently, enjoying the way the water made your dress stick to your skin and turn it almost translucent to the point where he could make out the faint peaks of your nibbles beneath the fabric. That wasn't his favourite part, no, it was the serene smile that would always form upon your lips.

Sometimes you would open your bright eyes and find him stood there, and you'd engage in conversation with him, polite and elegant as always. But other times you wouldn't open your eyes at all, and Lucien had often stood there until he was called away, enjoying the joy etched onto your face.

No one knew what drew you to the water. Tamlin had always teased you about it, telling you to go and drown whenever you had a spat to which you'd simply flip off with your usual level of sarcasm and ire. It had always caused Lucien to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing.

Being Tamlin's sister meant that you were off-limits to him, even Tamlin had said that Lucien was not worthy of someone so light and perfect as you. Coming from Spring, it had made sense that you were at one with nature, not only were you a shifter like your brother and father, but you were also able to manipulate the earth, to sprout flowers in the palms of your hands and grow trees with a single thought if you required a touch of shade whist you floated in the streams.

Animals also adored you, bounding from the forest if they caught a speckle of your scent, one of early morning sunlight and lilies. It wasn't rare to see you lying in the grass with a school of new-born fox pups basking in your glow, stretching across your stomach as you read beneath the willow tree atop the mound to the west of the large estate.

"Why does everyone think that she's so perfect? She's a pain in the ass," Tamlin asked to no one in particular as he stared out of the window, catching a glimpse of you trapsing through the gardens with a fox in tow dressed in a sage green ensemble that brushed over your shoulders to expose your dainty freckles to the air.

Lucien hummed in reply, "Because she is perfect," he told his friend and High Lord, chuckling at the eye roll from Tamlin as he mumbled that he knew that you were, but that didn't mean that you weren't a pain in the ass.

To everyone else, you were the Daughter of Spring, a fair and benevolent creature that the fae genuinely believed was a decedent of the gods, maybe even the Mother herself. But to those within the manor, you were a rebellious thing, consistently pushing the limits of your freedom. Alis enjoyed your spirit far too much.

So did Lucien.

Tamlin had excused himself to patrol the boarder shortly after, fixing his green riding jacket to his frame and untucking his hair from the collar, leaving Lucien alone within the dining room.

Shortly after his departure, you entered the ornate dining space where Lucien sat reading over reports with a book between your fingers. You glanced about the room, noticing his arched brow of inquiry before closing the doors behind you and turning the lock; you crossed the gleaming oaken floor, enjoying the manner in which Lucien leant back in his chair and parted his legs, watching each step you took like a predator assessing its prey.

There was no denying Lucien's beauty. Everything he was, you beheld. The long red hair that you often braided when you were alone, braids that he would fight to keep in place and when a singular one would unwind he would find any reason to visit you and have you fix it. The russet orbs that glimmered in the sunlight made you weak. Then there was the issue of his body, his perfectly sculpted and muscular body that was so alluring that it was difficult to not be wrapped around him at all times.

Sighing, you nestled yourself onto his thighs, hitching your skirt around your waist as you shuffled to make yourself comfortable, you draped your arms lazily around his neck, lowering yourself to capture a chaste kiss from his lips, "Has Tamlin ventured from the estate?"

Lucien smirked at your words, his body tingling from the sensation your lips next to his ear brought him, "You know that I despise it when you talk about your brother when you're sat on me, my love."

His large hands rested on your hips, keeping you steady as your body straddled him; you laughed at his words, his humour matching your own, and you sank further down on him, feeling his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his briefs, "Would you rather I got off?" Your voice was light and held a level of teasing to it, and you slowly began to dismount Lucien, stopping in your tracks when his grip tightened and held you in place.

"Well I never said that," Lucien leaned forward, his hands travelling up to rest on the centre of your back despite the table cushioning your weight from behind. His finger traced down your throat all the way down your sternum, pausing at the corset of your dress that he had heard you complain of that morning, stating that Alis had secured it too tightly to your figure.

A wickedly feline glint consumed his stare, his finger dipped into the corset that was so tight that he could feel your heartbeat against the digit and leaned further to capture your lips against his, trailing kisses along your jaw until he found that certain sweet spot beneath your ear.

Emitting a breathless moan, you threw your head back as his lips worked their way to the curve of your breasts, "We can't. What if Tamlin comes back?"

"Let him," Lucien idly pulled at the strings of your corset, tugging each rung loose as he spoke against your skin, "I'm not the one who has the issue telling Tamlin that we're mates." Lucien continued to kiss along your breasts and collarbone, softly sucking and nipping at the skin.

"He'd be furious," you ground down on his lap, a low growl emitted from his lips, so low and dangerous that it made heat pool between your legs.

"I. Don't. Care." Lucien lifted you into the air and set you down atop the table, standing between your open legs and taking your head in his hand, willing it to the side to give him better access to the neck that haunted his dreams.

"Luc," you breathed, feeling weak under him, his fingers working quickly to unfasten the corset holding your breasts in place so that he could dip his head low and swirl his tongue around your right nipple.

That simple action had your back arching against him, and Lucien smirked at the scent of your arousal infiltrating his consciousness.

Lucien indulged the unconvincing scolding, planting his palms either side of you and pulling back slightly, "What is it, baby? Do you want me to stop?" Lucien drifted the tip of his nose down the bridge of your own, enveloping you in his scent, in the same scent that you had both worked hard to glamour from your brother.

"Gods no," your mouths collided in a battle of lips and teeth, Lucien captured your bottom lip between his canines and used the action to prise your mouth open just enough for his tongue to roll against your own; his hands slid up your thighs and rested just inches away from where you needed them to go, his thumbs dragging over your skin teasingly.

"That's my girl," he mumbled against your lips, his rough toned voice making your core clench with need, you always loved it when he called you that, his girl, and the damned bastard knew it.

Lucien's lips trailed from your mouth, leaving open mouthed kisses across your breasts that were exposed thanks to his handiwork at unfastening your corset and pulling it down your arms so that all you wore was your dress around your waist. You were the most magnificent creature he had ever seen, and you were his, his until the day you both ceased to exist.

Your mate dropped to his knees, looping his arms under your legs and pulling you to the edge of the table. His warm breath swept between your thighs as his eyes dropped to meet your core that was begging for his touch, "Always so eager," the vibration of the words against his lips made you shudder, realising how close he truly was from tasting you.

Without waiting for your reply, he ran his tongue up your folds, humming at the decadent taste of you on his lips and your body jolted at the touch. His tongue swirled around your clit, assessing the perfect spot he knew would have you screaming his name in a matter of minutes and pressed a light kiss to the area, smirking at the breathless moan that escaped your lips. "Luc, please," you whined, his hands had pried your legs apart and had moved to grasp onto the flesh of your ass, spreading you to give him better access.

Lucien attached his lips to that bundle of nerves, winding his lips around it and sucking gently, flicking his tongue against it and running a finger through your folds, "So needy," he mumbled against you.

Arching your back from the table, you slid your fingers into his hair, gently tugging him closer and moving against his face, rolling your hips against the graceful and fire-tinged flick of his tongue against you. It was so sinful, to have his head buried between your thighs pulling every moan and mewl from you that he could whilst you lay on the table where you had dinner each night, nipples piqued upward toward the ceiling and juices coating the table edge.

Your mate sensed your urgency, mainly from the way you were grinding against his tongue; Lucien coiled his fingers around your thighs, keeping your legs in place despite your writhing against the table and fingers clawing against his scalp with desperation. It didn't take him long to find the specific spot that had you crying out, he pushed two fingers into you, pumping them inside and curling them upward to meet the rough spot inside of your walls, keeping a steady pace when you cried out his name to the skies; a hot white heat consumed your body, his fingers stretched you deliciously, preparing you for what was to come.

But Lucien was a gentleman, he always made sure that your pleasure came first, and he was happy to serve you in whatever way you needed him to.

"Tell me," he pressed a kiss to your folds, smirking at the jolt the touch sent through your body before rising and pulling you upright to meet his chest. One of his hands cupped your jaw, making your cock-dazed eyes find his whilst his other unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his briefs, pulling his cock from the fabric and pumping it twice in his fingers, "Do you prefer the stars above or the ones I make you see?"

It wasn't a question that you needed to answer, you couldn't anyway, your mind still calming from the orgasm that had ripped through it only moments before; your legs still quaked as he settled himself between them, running the tip of his cock through your folds and capturing the slick left in the wake of his tongue ravaging you. Lucien trailed his lips along your shoulder, tasting your sun kissed skin and pecking against the herds of freckles that appeared when the sun was strongest.

Capturing your lips against his own, Lucien pushed into you, pushing until he was hilted and waiting a moment for you to adjust, your walls quivering around him threatening to become undone within a matter of minutes. A low growl fell from him, his fingers raked through your hair and he rolled his hips, thrusting so slowly that it allowed you to feel every single inch of his cock stretching your walls. Lucien's movements quickened slightly but it was still torturous to endure, but you loved the feeling of having him inside of you too much, the way he rocked his hips into you, the way his fingers coiled around the base of your neck and the way his lips pressed sloppy kisses on your mouth. All of it was enough to drive you irrevocably wild.

The frenzy had come and gone, you had decided to accept the bond during a time when you knew Tamlin would be gone for long enough for Lucien to be able to act somewhat normal around him. You had spent two weeks in that bed being fucked by fire, and even if you did rise from the comfort of the bed against his wishes, Lucien would always find you and drag you into the nearest cupboard, pinning your chest against the wall and taking you from behind without a single care as to who could have seen him or heard your mewls.

Though, the desire for him to be always buried inside of you had never faltered, and he would make sure to visit you nightly to remind you of that fact, even if he had to climb up the vines outside of your window to stay undetected.

"You look so good with my cock in you," Lucien's voice was low, his hands cupped your face and he moaned at each thrust you met with your hips; he dragged his thumb across your swollen lips, red and puckered from the onslaught of his mouth, neck coloured from his possessive markings.

The table groaned against the ground, rocking with every movement as Lucien's pace hardened, part of him eating itself alive to stay inside you for as long as possible, but the other part of him anxious about Tamlin returning a minute too early and tearing him to shreds.

"Do you know how much I love you?" You panted through the moans Lucien was drawing from your pretty little mouth and ran your fingers up his arms, setting his nerve endings on fire with the lingering touch of your fingers against his skin, tracing the muscles sculpted by the gods.

"Tell me," his fingers lightly wrapped around your throat, pulling your chest to his, making your eyes peer upward through their lashes at the perfect male rolling into you whose own gaze had darkened at your question.

Lucien's other hand travelled between your legs, his index finger circling around your clit and causing your breath to catch in your throat that bobbed against his grip. Lucien repeated his order, his grasp tightening around your neck and pace quickening so that you could hear your skin sounding against his, "I love you so much that I would walk away from this life to live in the middle of nowhere with you, just us, a life of our own." Lucien groaned at the image, returning home from catching fish in the streams with his bare hands to his perfect mate and even more perfect babes, "I love you so much that the thought of being with child, your child, brings me nothing but serenity," you widened your eyes deliciously, doe-like and innocent, knowing what those words did to him, "You can give me what I want, can't you?"

Lucien's resolve was fading, and the grunts that were sounding from him were edging you closer and closer to one of your favourite places. His index finger continued drawing soft mewls from your lips, your walls tightening around his cock as it slammed continuously into you, surely cracking the legs of the table with each movement, "Yes. I can," his hand moved to the back of your neck, forcing your lips to meet his in a symphony of desire and adoration, and the final few circles of his fingers had you coming undone within moments.

A white hot flash poured through you, had you crying out against his lips, and the convulsions of your walls drew Lucien to the same fate. Lucien fucked you with the fire you had always wondered about long before you had found out that you were mates, his moans delicious enough to send you into a haze as he emptied himself into you, continuing to roll into you to fuck his seed in as far as it could go, determined to give you what you desired.

Lucien's movements slowed, the feral beast tamed and locked deep within him, and he lowered his face to catch your lips once more, not wanting to remove himself from you like usual, but for a different reason this time. He pressed his forehead to yours, russet orbs staring into your own with a type of wonderment you hadn't seen before, "You'd give it all up, for me?"

"I'd give anything for you," and it was true, a life without Lucien wasn't one you wanted to live, so if Tamlin did find out and exile him, you'd follow. The simple life became much more appealing each passing day. "And, to answer your question," you ran your fingers down the contours of his arms and up his chest, curling them over his shoulders, "I think I much prefer the stars you make me see."

Lucien threw his head back and laughed, a smile so beautiful and bright that it could be the most perfect thing you'd ever see in your entire life, and certainly your most favourite thing in the universe.

Lucien's laughter dimmed and his eyes found you again, his hands worked seamlessly to pull your dress back up over your arms, kissing every inch of skin of your shoulders as he tied the corset against your skin, though, he removed your panties from your legs, folding them into his pocket and smirking at your inquisitive arched brow, "I'm not done trying to put my child in you just yet."

Authors Note

I go delulu for my Lulu x

[hrrtshape]

THE REINTRODUCTION OF SHIFTING. AGAIN, BUT BETTER.

welcome to chapter four of HRRTSHAPE’s series of: REMINDERS WHEN YOU’RE DOUBTING SHIFTING. in this episode, we’re going full renaissance here. wipe the slate clean, scrub off all the doubts and stale ideas about shifting. let’s reintroduce it like it’s a completely new, fresh, shimmering concept—like you’re hearing about it for the very first time. deep breath; let’s romanticise.

close your eyes for a second and think of everything you’ve ever wanted—love, adventure, beauty, peace, power, or maybe just something more. now imagine this: it’s all real. not “real someday” or “real in a dream,” but right now, existing alongside you, as vivid and tactile as the air you breathe. that’s what shifting is.

shifting isn’t some faraway magic trick or reserved for “chosen ones.” it’s a birthright, a gift that’s stitched into your soul. you’ve been shifting your whole life—daydreaming, losing yourself in a book, imagining a different outcome. the only difference now? you’re doing it on purpose.

𖥻 SHIFTING REALITIES — A COSMIC ‘REBIRTH.’

picture this: the universe isn’t some sprawling, chaotic expanse of stars—it’s a canvas. every thought, dream, and desire you’ve ever had is a brushstroke on that canvas. shifting is you grabbing the brush, dipping it into the richest hues of your imagination, and painting a world so vivid, so electric, it becomes real.

forget the old definitions. shifting isn’t about "leaving" or "escaping"—it’s about expanding. you are a multidimensional artist, and your soul is fluent in all the languages of existence. shifting is merely the act of walking through one open door, knowing there are infinite others.

throw away everything you’ve heard about shifting being “hard,” “technical,” or full of rules and checklists. that old narrative is out. we’re turning this into an art form, a love letter, a secret rendezvous with the universe itself.

shifting isn’t about bending reality—it’s about flowing into it. like slipping into a warm bath, like sinking into the perfect chair with your favourite book, like catching a breeze that carries you somewhere you’ve always wanted to go.

the truth? you’ve always been a shifter. every time you dream, every time you imagine, every time you ache for something so deeply it feels like you’re there—guess what? you are.

𖥻 A SHIFT IN THE SHIFTING NARRATIVE.

think of shifting not as a process, but as a natural state. like breathing, dreaming, or falling in love. it's not forced. it’s the sweet surrender to the flow of everything you already are. it’s like tuning a radio—every possible reality exists simultaneously, and you’re just clicking over to the station where your song is playing.

you’re not “creating” a new reality. you’re choosing one that’s been waiting for you. like a home you’ve never been to but always known.

𖥻 A SHIFTING ISN’T ESCAPE; IT’S EXPANSION.

let’s address the elephant in the room: shifting is not about “running away.” it’s about opening doors. think of your life like a mansion—shifting lets you walk through all its rooms instead of standing in the same hallway forever.

shifting is freedom, but it’s also depth. it’s not about abandoning your cr (current reality); it’s about realising you’re more than it. you’re vast. you’re infinite. shifting isn’t about escape—it’s about rediscovery.

𖥻 THE SOUL OF SHIFTING: WHAT IT TRULY MEANS. 

at its core, shifting is an act of becoming. it’s the moment where you say, “yes, i deserve this. yes, i believe in this. yes, i choose this.” it’s like poetry in motion, a dialogue between you and the cosmos.

when you shift, you’re not just entering a new reality—you’re aligning with a version of yourself that’s been waiting for you. a version that’s already thriving, loving, and living the life you’ve dreamed of. shifting is coming home to yourself in a thousand beautiful ways.

𖥻 HOW TO FALL BACK IN LOVE WITH SHIFTING.

⋆  START FRESH. let go of every heavy expectation. burn the old rules. shifting isn’t a checklist, it’s a feeling. approach it like a blank canvas—no pressure, no judgment. let it feel new, exciting, easy.

⋆  LET DESIRE BE YOUR GUIDE. desire is the most powerful force in the universe. it’s the spark that fuels creation. when you feel that aching, beautiful longing for your dr, don’t smother it with doubt—lean into it. let your desire be the compass that pulls you toward your dreams.

⋆  ROMANTICISE EVERYTHING. treat shifting like the romance of a lifetime. write love notes to your dr. light a candle and imagine your dr self lighting it on the other side. play music that feels like an anthem for your new life. make it dreamy, intimate, and deeply personal, because your dr is personal.

⋆  PLAY, DON’T STRUGGLE. shifting is supposed to feel fun. if it starts feeling like work, you’re doing too much. approach it like a child playing pretend—lighthearted, curious, and free. children don’t ask themselves, “am i doing this right?” they just do. remember, all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. 

𖥻 A METAPHYSICAL INTRO: SHIFTING AS SCIENCE AND 'MAGIC'.

shifting isn’t just some abstract idea—it’s grounded in real science. let’s nerd out for a sec:

⋆  YOUR BRAIN IS A PORTAL. your brain doesn’t know the difference between reality and imagination. when you vividly visualise yourself in your dr, your brain literally starts rewiring itself to match that reality. neurons fire, connections strengthen, and BAM—you’re building a bridge to another world.

⋆  QUANTUM THEORY, BABY. in quantum physics, every possibility exists simultaneously. shifting is just you collapsing one of those possibilities into existence. you’re not “creating” your dr—you’re choosing it.

⋆  ENERGY ALIGNS WITH INTENTION. where your focus goes, energy flows. every time you think about your dr, you’re sending out vibrations that pull it closer. you’re a magnet for your own dreams, babe.

𖥻 METHODS? LET’S KEEP IT SIMPLE. 

forget complicated methods with 27 steps. shifting is natural, so let’s treat it that way.

⋆  THE DAYDREAM METHOD. sit somewhere comfy, close your eyes, and feel yourself in your dr. don’t force it—let it unfold like a sweet daydream.

⋆  THE SCRIPTING METHOD. write down your dr in ridiculous detail. where do you live? what’s the weather like? who’s the first person you’re meeting when you get there?

⋆  THE LADY GIRL METHOD™: just fall asleep imagining your dr self tucking you into bed. that’s it. let the rest happen on its own.

𖥻 REDEFINING SUCCESS IN SHIFTING.

success isn’t about waking up in your dr on the first try. it’s about the little moments:

⋆ feeling closer to your dr than ever before.

⋆ catching glimpses of your dr in dreams.

⋆ feeling a deep sense of calm and knowing that it’s all possible.

every time you visualise, affirm, or even just think about shifting, you’re planting seeds. and seeds take time to bloom. trust the process. trust, trust, trust the process, and most of all….trust yourself !!!!!

𖥻  FINAL THOUGHTS: SHIFTING IS YOURS

you don’t have to earn shifting. you don’t have to prove you’re worthy. shifting is already yours—it always has been. it’s your natural state, your gift.

so let go of the rules, the pressure, the doubts. breathe. smile. and step into the infinite, knowing that wherever you go, you are the creator of your own universe.

[bunnyreaper]

johnny is the wolf plushie that watches over your bed—but is he something more?

(18+/MDNI, plushophilia, wolf!shifter, mild a/b/o, mentions of blood.

part of my plushie-verse, and definitely with @iciclesses in mind <3)

it was a random tuesday in june when he turned up on your doorstep—the most precious little wolf puppy plushie that probably has ever existed, at least in your eyes.

his brown-gray fur is silky smooth, with the journey in the post smoothing the hair atop his head into a perfect peak, you don't have the heart to smooth it down, as he just looks so precious with it. his sapphire eyes sparkle brightly and his mouth is stitched into a little smile. there's a note in the package detailing his journey and the coincidences that led him to you. How your dear friend had got invited to a car boot sale at the last minute, had happened upon the wolf plushie as they bought something else and the seller had passed him over with "free to a good home".

your friend immediately knew he belonged with you, and the bond you formed was instant. you rushed out to get him his own collar after just a few days, officially making him your pup.

the wolf was the loyal guard dog of your bed and your dreams, always there watching you and the other plushies that lived in your bed. some nights he was never out of your clutches, cuddled close to you all warm and cosy—other nights he kept watching over the bed, his presence making you feel safe despite the fact he was decidedly not real.

one night, for the first time since getting your pup, you spend the night away from home. you'd felt so bad leaving him behind while you went for your sleepover, but knew you couldn't bring him with you. so you'd kissed him on the forehead, set him on your pillow, and headed out for your night of fun, trying to cast him from your mind—after all, you shouldn't feel so attached to a plushie, right?

that night your rest was fitful, plagued by nightmares. vague figures chased you down, and the only relief you found was when a wolf came to your rescue. you recognise its sparkling blue eyes and familiar fur, yet its form is so different. no longer a sweet-faced pup, but a giant, protective beast—snarling and attacking those who chased you.

the wolf ravaged each attacker and yet… once you were safe, its aggression melted, as it stalked towards you, head bowed making it look respectful, despite the blood dripping from its maw. you know you should be scared of such a beast, and yet you know him—he's your wolf.

he nuzzles into you, surrounding you in his soft fur and warm embrace—covering you in his scent and marking you as his. your body can't help but react to the closeness, the intimacy, as you shiver with need. as both you and the wolf begin to calm, you feel his body shift, back to a man. all thick muscles littered with scars and dark hair—you feel his naked body pressed against yours, and yet as you're about to turn, you wake.

the dream leaves you more hot and bothered than your sleepover, and you find it hard to face your plushie when you return home, knowing the dream has twisted your innocent little plushie into an object of desire and lust. you nuzzle him to your neck, just as he had in the dream, and imagine what kind of mark he would leave on your neck.

over the coming weeks and months, the dreams continue. your wolf protects you, defends you, follows you, and keeps you safe. he's a constant, and you find yourself growing mentally and physically closer to him whether it's in wolf or man form.

the man behind the wolf slowly reveals himself, and he has the same blue eyes and protective stare, with a wicked grin and the same tuft of hair. you grow addicted to his touch, to the feeling of his strong body curled into yours, the feeling of his teeth on your skin, and the sublime stretch when he finally mounts you.

your waking moments grow a little emptier, as you find yourself lost to the feeling that comes with your dreams.

you find yourself distracted and forlorn one night, having been dragged from the comfort of your bed to a bar in town—one that's far too busy and far too loud, and filled with people that make you feel unsafe. you try to dance in peace with your friends, but find it hard to let loose with strangers grinding into you and trying to make a move—it's tiring trying to shoo off each new body that appears and tries to get close to you.

and then relief comes, in the form of a booming scottish voice fighting for your honour, asserting that they need to get out of your personal space. calm floods you instantly, and you turn to face your protector—only to sparkling blue eyes and a face you most definitely recognise.

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: How They Propose

Requested: Hii Can I request with the boys x reader with how they'd propose? - @ghostlyaccurate

A/N: I love this request! Thank you for sending it in!!! This was so sweet to picture! I hope I've gotten every character Right!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Butcher doesn't exactly propose. He does, in a way, but it's not romantic or grand. You're half asleep, curled into a ball on your side of the bed. He lays beside you, smoking, when he starts talking. You only start listening halfway through, half-asleep, when you realize what he's trying to say. He loves you. A lot. And since the world is ending, and since he's not doing well, and since he's wanted to do this from the moment he met you, would you want to marry him? You sit up, asking him to say it again, thinking you're still dreaming. Butcher leans over and gets the box from his nightstand. He hands it to you, too afraid to look you in the eye. Will you marry me? He asks again. The ring is perfect, not that it really matters. You have your answer immediately. Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!

Hughie proposes, it's just not to you. The shape shifter says yes for you. They love it! The ring is beautiful. Hughie is ecstatic. He tells everyone. It isn't until you're trying to kill them do you find the ring on their finger. You're not mad. He had no idea it was them and not you. Still, you're hurt. This major part of your life, your relationship, and you weren't there for it. Hughie wants a redo, he tells you he can always do it again, and though you know it would make him feel better, it wouldn't make you feel better. You ask him, more than you should, if he wants to marry *you* and every time he tells you how much he loves you, how much he cares about you, what he loves about you, not them, not the shape shifter. He gives you over a dozen reasons why he wants to marry you, not them. He feels awful that he didn't realize you weren't you sooner. This was supposed to be a special moment and instead it was ruined.

Annie has had this proposal planned forever. She hid the ring deep in her closet where she was sure you'd never find it. When she knows you're working late one night, she gathers candles and flowers, placing them all around the apartment. When you get home, for a split second, you fear you've missed a major holiday or anniversary. Seeing the panic on your face, she reassures you you didn't forget anything. She's had this big speech planned about how much she loves you and how kind you are and strong and smart, and she gets about a third of the way through, before you blurt out a yes! You apologize, letting her finish, and she's completely relieved that you said yes. She slips the ring on your finger, unable to contain her happiness. After everything you've been through, everything you've faced together, something good has finally come out of it.

M.M. comes to a realization after his major panic attack that life is short and if Homelander is going to kill them all, he'd like to die as your husband instead of your boyfriend. He's had the ring for a while, but this scare is what puts the plan into motion. There's never a right time. It seems like when he works up the courage, something happens, the plan falls apart, and he has to put the ring back in his pocket. Finally, when you're hiding away while Neuman gets exposed and Singer needs protection, he asks you in front of everyone. Maybe it's not the best time, he's quick to say that, but if something were to happen, he wants to at least be your fiance. You can't believe it. You certainly weren't expecting it. Of course you say yes. When the time comes to split up, you and Marvin plan on getting married somewhere far away, preferably warm with unlimited cocktails.

Frenchie waits until it's life and death. Samer injected you with the virus and the only way to stop it is by cutting off your leg. It's excruciating. He needs something to distract you and this is the perfect (imperfect) opportunity. He hands you the ring, saw in hand, and asks you to marry him. You're so stunned, so shocked, so full of adrenaline, you can't feel anything. Frenchie, what are you saying? He only lets himself smile for a second before continuing to cut. I want to marry you, mon coeur. Is it really that silly? Yes! To both! When you're finally okay and your limb is growing back, you ask him if he's serious. You don't want him to ask you just because he thought you were going to die. He makes sure you understand he's wanted to marry you forever, it just took that extra nudge to get the courage to ask you. He wants to marry you, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. He always has.

Kimiko doesn't want to make a big deal about it. She doesn't want to risk being rejected in front of everyone, not that you would, but she has this fear. She waits until the group splits up, saying their goodbyes, when you're in the car together. She gives you this big long speech about how you taught her to love and trust again, that you showed her what friendship and partnership look like. It's so long, in fact, you get lost and ask her, nicely, to get to the point. Will you marry me? She signs, an embarrassed smile spreading across her face. You stop the car, wanting to give her your full attention. Are you asking me if I- Want to marry me? She finishes. She doesn't have a ring or anything, but you don't need one. Your face hurts from smiling so much. Are you serious? She nods. Yes! Yes, I would love to marry you. She leans across the passenger seat and kisses you.

[ceilidho]

So the bear shifter Price has awakened something in me. Thank you, hopefully I dream of it tonight!

I haven’t yet but here’s hoping :((

it would be even better if you were aware of Price before the whole “dragging you into the den mid hibernation” thing, like maybe you both live in the same small town and you worked at the grocers as a cashier.

You know Price as the gruff, taciturn park ranger that comes in once a week to load up on steak, cold cuts and fresh produce, but he’s always fresh off work, a little rough around the edges and not quite fit for human interaction just yet. So he just grunts and nods when you tell him his total, towers over you and never really makes much eye contact. He’s always made you feel nervous, like a schoolgirl with her first crush, but it’s a safe kind of crush. The kind that feels fun to indulge in because there’s no possibility of reciprocation, like you can just ogle him and pine over him without having to worry about what you’d do if he felt the same way.

And then it’s mid January and you’re trudging home alone after your shift and you cut through the forest because you missed the last bus and you don’t want to spend an hour walking home and that’s when a sleepy, gruff Price wrests you into his humid, cozy den fitted with fur throws and blankets. In between the bitten off, incomprehensible growls that sound more animal than human, you hear him say something about smelling you, about needing to feed you - says you’re too small for the winter months, won’t be good for the cubs.

Something about the humidity of the den makes you suddenly so tired, boneless, pliable when he goes to move you, when Price curves himself around you in the furs and reaches down to slide a hand between your thighs. Grunts when he finds you wet and wanting, sinking a couple fingers in and palming your clit. He doesn’t talk much still, but he says good girl when he cants your hips and slowly stretches you out on his cock. Feeds it into you achingly slow, like molasses. Like nothings due for another few months, so why rush it? He’ll take his time so you’re nice and happy and sweet come spring for cubs.

[jealousmartini]

Oh, nothing much, just a list of reasons why I am so excited to permashift to my ultimate 4d reality //better current reality//

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— EXPERIENCING DESIRED SCENARIOS

I am a hardcore daydreamer just like my brother and sister shifters(you guys🫵🏾), and I can't wait to really live the silly imagines I always have in my head. Even if it's something relatively small, I will still get to live every second of them.

Idk if some of you guys will remember that one post where I mentioned Googlebox? But I'm mentioning it again🙄 because I scripted me, my love of my life, his sister who is my bff, my own girl bff and her boyfriend are part of the program teehee. I swear no one will ever understand how much of a comfort show Googlebox is to me and in general.

The idea of being on TV whilst watching TV and relaxing with my favourite people and eating my favourite food just makes me melt. It's such a core memory to me and idk I just love showing off how perfect my family is to everyone else

— FOOD

I can't wait for all the delicious food I'll get to eat. There will never be a single time where I have to eat something I don't like or don't want to ever again, because why should I have to? I'm mostly excited to have stuff like popeyes, McDonald's, seafood boils, those Korean and Japanese foods you see on mukbangs, loads of fruit bowls (I really do love fruit), basically everything meat/barbecue, pasta including ramen, and sweets too cus🧍🏿‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

— NO UGLY CLOTHES ALLOWED

Never will there be a day or night where I will ever need to wear clothes that don't suit me or clothes I don't like. My closet is going to be full of the cutest and gorgeous late 90s and early 2000s skirts, shirts, bellbottoms, flares, jackets, oversized ts, shorts, belts, slippers, jewelry, panties and bras etc etc

— ALREADY COMPLETED WORK

In my better cr, I scripted that I am already miles ahead of everyone in college work (and best believe all my work is at distinction level) so I have all the time in the world to do what I want until the next brief; I also scripted the date of month that I will wake up in my better cr in is the 17th April last week so I will have only 3 days of college next week (because i go in on mondays, tuesdays, wendsays and Thursdays) and 4 weeks of freedom to myself. (I also scripted my teachers let me do my own art work in my free time in class, cus sometimes all a girl wants to do is draw their ocs🥺)

Edit :: 17th of may now!!

— CURRENTLY IN MY MOVING ERA

In better cr, I am kind of in the planning process of moving out of my house to my apartment penthouse with my friend group. I'm thinking of moving out at 18 or 19 years old since I'm 17 rn and I still want to explore my better cr house cus it's wayyyy better than this one. But even once I've moved out I'll probably keep visiting my old home where my mum and her husband lives because.

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Overall, I am so excited to experience everything I have ever dreamed of. I know I deserve my freedom and peace, excitement, and joy. Being able to just do what I want when I want and always knowing that no matter what, everything is going to be okay.

Life is so amazing, and it's so worth living. I know I will manifest my desired reality in no time, and I know all of the stress, time, anxiety, and patience won't be for nothing. Life is mine to explore, and I can't wait to do so

@4ellieluv @livingmydreamlife5555 @theshifterbear @cocozydiaries

[prettypinkporkchop]

I Lied

Summary: You and Embry do not like each other.

Warnings: language, vomit, close to smut?

Embry Call imprinted on you, which is not a dream come true. He's got no patience with you, and you have a big mouth. He didn't want to imprint on you, but he did. You guys met when you started working for his mom at the store. He's childish, and he always talks about women. You don't know but you truly believe he's a fuck boy. Apparently, he wasn't like this in school. The shifter side is getting to his head.

Right now, the pack and their imprints are camping in the snow. No, you didn't want to go, but Embry said he didn't feel like dealing with the distant pain from being away from you.

"Don't touch me." Embry jerks backward.

"Look, I don't want to be here just as much as you don't. I'm fucking cold and you're warm. Don't be a dick." You spit.

He groans before pulling you on his chest. You look up at his face. Yeah, he's hot. But you can't stand him. He keeps his eyes closed, and you try to adjust yourself in between his legs.

"Get comfortable, or you're sleeping in the snow." He sighs. He wraps his arms around you to keep you still.

"Whatever. Don't get any ideas, fuck boy. I'm not those girls you fuck and leave." You lay your head down on his chest.

He chuckles at you. "I wouldn't even kiss you."

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You're at your shift in the shop. It's almost 8 pm, which is the time you guys close. Tiffany is getting ready to close.

"Y/n, could you do something for me?" Tiffany asks you. She stands next to you at the counter.

"Yes ma'am?" You look at her.

"I'm surprising Embry with a dinner date, and I don't want to be late. Could you deliver these to Dr. Carlisle Cullen? I'm going to go ahead and close the store." She hands you a bucket of souvenirs.

Oh god, Embry is going to be pissed off. Oh well, haha!

"Uh, yes, ma'am. I sure can." You reply.

After the store is closed and cleaned inside, you put the box in the back of your car. You begin your drive there.

Yes, you're nervous. You haven't been around vampires because Embry will NOT let you unless it's Renesmee, and she's with Jacob. Even with everyone on good terms, being a protective shifter who imprinted does not care about the civil relationship. Embry wants you safe. But you know it's only because he does not want to deal with the grief of an imprint.

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At the restaurant:

Tiffany hands Embry the bottle of ketchup. He smiles, taking it from her and pouring it on his plate.

"So, how was work today?" She asks Embry.

"Not too bad. I'm tired but that's nothing new. What about you, ma?" He takes a bite of his food.

Embry believes that you are safe and sound at home, like always after work. You always just sit at home and chill until you fall asleep.

"Work was easy! Not too many customers. Although there was one tourist." She giggles.

Embry nods his head.

"Y/n is such a good worker. I can't believe you two don't get along. She's so sweet." She looks over Embry's face.

He grumbles and rolls his eyes. "To you." He then chuckles.

"Come on, Embry." She laughs. She takes another bite of her food. "Oh yeah! Dr. Cullen bought a bunch of stuff from the store." She mumbles.

"Oh, he was there today?" Embry raises an eyebrow.

"No. He wanted them delivered. He's such a good man. I had to get y/n to do it for me so I could take you here." Her words sent Embry in an internal rage. But, she continued. "They are going to pay her when she brings it there. Have you ever wondered how a family could be so freaking smart?" She laughs.

Embry takes a deep breath in and out. He's trying to collect himself. No, he's not mad at his mom. She knows nothing. "Yeah, they're smart people." He plays along. He pulls out his phone, which he feels rude doing but would feel even more rude if he just left. He texts y/n.

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You pull up at the all window house. You haven't been here since all of the imprints and the pack came to Renesmee's fully grown celebration party. Weird ass shit.

The door opens, and it's Bella. She's waving at you. You open the car door and grab the stuff from the back.

"Thank you for bringing these. We appreciate it." Bella smiles as you walk toward her, handing her the box.

"It's no problem!" You smile back.

Carlisle comes out of the house with a big smile. He has his wallet in his hand and is digging through it. "Thank you for delivering to us. We really appreciate it. Here!" He hands you the amount that Tiffany had asked for.

"Thanks! I better get going. Bye, guys!" You wave and get in your car. When you get inside, your phone is going crazy.

Twenty seven texts from Embry. You open them up.

Embry: Are you okay?

Embry: text back now.

Embry: mom told me where you are are you crazy

Embry: dude

Embry: yes I fucking love you and I care about you and if anything happens I'm going to kill everyone

Embry: fuck. Ignore that.

Embry: answer me now.

The texts were on and on. You start to type to reply, but he calls. You quickly answer and drive out of the driveway.

"Embry, chill. I'm leaving their house."

"I just left the restaurant. I was on my way there to you. Go to my house." He ends the call.

His house? Why? You sigh and drive to the reservation.

You pull up to his small house, which you have been to a few times. The inside always smells like incense and men body spray. Embry does smell nice. He smells just as good as he looks... omg Y/N SHH!!!! You're mentally punching yourself.

You knock on the door, and he's fast to answer it. He looks down at you. He seems mad and worried at the same time. The shirtless guy is just in his shorts. Your eyes scan his body that you've seen a bunch of times. But it still amazes you. He catches this and smirks, grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside.

"I was worried sick." He sighs.

"Yeah, so worried that you confessed you love me." You smirk and cross your arms. God, yes just to get under this guy's skin!

He does this:

He looks up at you. He presses your back against the door. "If that's what I have to do to keep you wrapped around my finger and close to me, I'll lie to you again."

His words vibrate your body, and for some reason, you feel hurt. His words hurt you, and you don't know why.

"Is it because you're too busy with other women?" You hiss.

He chuckles lowly and then leans in super close to your face. You could nearly kiss him. "Sweetie, I'm not Paul. It feels good that you find me so attractive that you assume I can get any girl." His hands trail down your side.

You hold in your breath and look up at his eyes. Even though his fingers are above your shirt, it doesn't stop the electricity you feel.

He pulls away from you and then laughs. "Who's got something to confess now?" He asks.

"Bye, Embry." You say softly and turn around and leave.

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Embry presses kisses down your neck. You're high on him right now. His hands are finding every spot on your body you want him to touch. You're arching your back to press against his hand.

"Y/n.."

You moan in response.

"Y/n, wake up."

You gasp and jump awake, and you hit your head on Embry's face. "Ow! Damn it. What do you want? How did you get in?" You place your hand on your forehead.

He gently moves your hand from your forehead and observes it. He slumps back down in his spot next to your hips on the bed. "You left the door unlocked like an idiot."

"Thanks for checking. You can leave now." You roll over away from him.

"You were talking in your sleep."

God, shut up, Embry. You don't care. But you're hoping with everything in you that it wasn't obvious about what was happening.

"Okay?" You reply.

"Is that what you want, or was it just a dream?" He remains still in his place.

How do you answer? Okay, obviously you want to say no but you... don't want to say no. How do you go about this?

"Gotchu. Well, I'm going to lock the door." He stands up.

Stop him.

Stop him.

You reach over quicker than you knew you could, and you grab onto his wrist. He looks down at you with an eyebrow raised.

The words asking him to stay are fighting to roll out of your mouth. But you remember what he said earlier. He doesn't care about you. Why should you care about him?

"N-nothing." You let him go.

He slowly leaves your room.

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You straighten up the objects that are sitting on the shelves and dust around the store. Tiffany is on the phone with a customer. You listen to her answer their questions and keep doing your duties.

She hangs up the phone and sighs. "Did you hear about Jacob's birthday party tomorrow night?" She asks.

You stop what you're doing and look at her. "No, ma'am."

"They're having a party at Billy's. Everyone is going. I'm probably not. Are you?" She asks.

"It depends on if Kim and Jared invite me." You smile at her.

"It's crazy that you and Embry don't get along, but you two have the same friends. Wherever he goes, you go. Maybe you should try to talk to him?" She crosses her arms with a smile.

"I.." You chuckle out a breath, "we're civil."

"Well, that's better than nothing." She says.

The night finishes like usual. You get home, take a shower, and relax in bed. All day, you haven't heard from Embry. Why does it lowkey bother you?

While you're scrolling through your phone, Kim messages you.

Kim: Hey babes, you should come to Jacob's party tomorrow night! Please! It's gonna be fun.

You: I'll go, love.

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Emily hands you a beer, and you take it. Maybe drinking isn't the best idea, considering you're trying to avoid Embry. Nonetheless, you decide to focus on your friends and have a good time.

You walk over to Jacob, Leah, Seth, and Paul. "What's up?" You ask them.

"Oh, hey! Want to go dance by the fire?" Leah asks you.

Paul laughs and then looks at you. "Yeah, Rachel is dancing with Emily right now. They look goofy." He looks their way.

"Come on." You grab Leah's hand.

You and Leah begin to dance, avoiding running into the other girls. You two are playfully dancing as you rub your butt against her. She's laughing and holding onto you.

You end up drinking too much and spending most of your time around the Black pack during the night. Jacob and Renesmee have you dying of laughter. Leah and Seth made you completely forget about Embry. In fact, you forgot he was even there. Until,

"What's going on between you and Embry anyway?" Leah asks.

"Shh." Jacob says to Leah.

You stop your laughing and look down. The alcohol makes you emotional. You start to tear up.

"Leah!" Seth says and holds onto you. You cry in his shoulder.

"Why does this have to be my love life? He's so mean. I'd give him a chance if he wasn't a stupid immature asshole." You sob.

"Poor guy told me before Renesmee came around that he didn't want an imprint. He's going to come around. You should hear his thoughts during patrol." Seth comforts you.

Jake begins to laugh. "He has feelings for you. He believes you hate him so bad. He doesn't want to get attached and let down."

This makes you stop crying and look at the smiling group.

"What's going on?" You hear a syern Embry ask. He grabs a hold of you. "Why is she crying?" He takes your face and wipes your tears.

"Because of you, dumbass." Leah answers.

You whine. "Leah! You weren't supposed to say that, I don't want him." You argue.

Embry just wraps you up in his arms. "Come on." He says.

"What if she wants to stay?" Jake smirks at Embry.

"She's drunk enough, brother." Embry laughs.

"Take her home and take care of her." Jake orders.

"Alright, alpha." Embry replies.

You cry as he holds you and brings you to your car. You start to struggle with your steps. He sighs and lifts you up bridal style.

"Embry, where are we going?" You sniffle.

He doesn't respond and puts you in the passenger seat. He gets in the drivers seat and starts to drive away.

You lean your head back and close your eyes. You're starting to feel sick. "Embry.." You sniffle. Your chest bubbles up.

"Yes, baby?" He asks.

The nickname sent butterflies to your stomach. But that makes the vomit come up more. "I'm going to puke."

He stops the car on the side of the road. He gets out and pulls you out. He lifts your hair up out of your face.

"I don't want to puke in front of you." Right as you finish your sentence, it comes out. All over the side of the road.

Envry rubs your back softly. "It's okay, baby. Just let it out." He keeps a hold of your hair.

It finally stops, and you fall back, leaning against the car. "Embry, why do we hate each other?"

"I don't. I lied about it." He sits next to you.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." You say.

He blinks in shock. How could you have known that's why he hasn't let you in? He's always thought you hated him, and giving you two a try would make a possibility of getting hurt.

"Let's get home."

He takes you to your house where he knows you'd be more comfortable.

"Okay, uh, I've never had to do this before. Uhm, take a bath, I'll set up your room. I'll get you to bed." He guides you into the bathroom.

"I need clothes.'' You look at him.

"I'll.. go get some."

You walk into the bathroom and get the water running.

He's in your room going through your dresser. He grabs a pair of undies but doesn't look at them and quickly grabs a pair of shorts. He opens the next drawer and notices a familiar shirt. Did you take it from the camping trip? It's his..

You take off your jacket and let it fall to the floor. Embry walks in and places your clothes on the sink. He walks over to touch the water to be sure it's not too hot.

"I'll leave you to it." He says.

You watch him leave, and you get undressed. You take a bath while dizzy as shit. You get out and brush your teeth. You go into the room and see your bed is made. You have water and painkillers on the nightstand. Embry is on your bed.

"Come here." He says.

You sit next to him, and he grabs your hairbrush. He begins to brush through your hair, but you groan. "Mhm, I have a headache."

He stops and sets it back down. He lays you down onto the pillow and pulls a blanket over you.

When his arm swings next to you, you get a wiff of his scent. God it always gets you.

"You smell good." You mumble.

"Is that why you stole my shirt?" He rubs your hair.

"Mhm." You start to fall asleep.

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You wake up, and he's not in there, but you remember how you made a fool out of yourself.

You get up and get dressed. It's a Sunday so the store is closed. A day off! YES! You decide to go out and treat yourself with a coffee. You go to the coffee shop nearby and then get in your car. You're not so sure what to do next. So.. you do something you may or may not regret. You call Embry.

"Hello?" He sounds like he just woke up. His voice is rough and you can hear a fan going in the background.

That's why he hasn't texted you?

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" You ask shyly. What has gotten into you?!

"No, babe. I'm happy you called. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just.. I wanted to apologize for last night. I embarrassed myself pretty badly." You sigh.

He chuckles. "No. We know how we feel now, and that's good."

You can't help but smile to yourself.

"Can we hang out today?" He asks.

"Yes." You were so quick to answer, which made you blush at yourself. Dummy.

"My house or yours?" He asks.

"Yours. I'm already on the roads. I'll be there."

The call ends, and you drive to Embry's house, excited to smell his perfect scent.

You pull in his driveway and see him sitting on his porch with a glass of tea. There's another one sitting on the small table in between the lawn chairs.

You get out and step on the porch. He stands up and wraps his arms around you. You wrap your arms around his neck. You've never hugged him. The feeling of his arms on you in a loving manner is insane. This hug lasts and your heart is going to burst.

"Want to talk?" He breaks the hug and sits in the chair.

"Yeah." You breathe out with a smile.

"What made you think those things about me? Am I truly immature to you?" He takes a sip of his drink.

"When we met at the shop, you were laughing with Quil. You talked about certain women saying how they were hot." You look at your lap. "And when I met you, you stared at me all crazy. And being around you, it was like I was hanging out with a bunch of teenage boys. By the looks of it, I assumed you were a player." You lay it out.

He starts smiling. "I'm a guy in a pack of wolves. I'm going to act up. But for you, I'll calm it down. I'm also a guy who's never been in a relationship."

You look at him in shock. "You're like.. smoking fucking hot dude. How?! Are you a virgin?!" You ask.

"Would it be embarrassing to say I am at the age of 23? Once I shifted, there was so much going on in our world. I had no time. It was the last thing I worried about. I was also waiting for the right person." He breathes out, staring through his yard. "I can't believe I admitted that." He chuckles.

The wet dream came to mind. Even that night when he had you pressed against the wall. Is it too early? No. No. He imprinted a year ago. You've slept in the same bed.. or.. cot?

"Do.. you want to change that?" You ask.

He slowly looks at you. "You mean? Now?" His face becomes red.

You nod your head. He stands up and grabs your hands softly, standing you up. He slowly backs away. You can tell he's nervous. He looks down at the ground.

He kisses you back instantly. It felt so natural. You pull away and look at him. Poor boy was awestruck.

He pulls you in for another kiss. It's rough. His tongue is sliding with yours. His hand is on the back of your head. You start walking backward into his house. He opens the door behind you and shuts it. You two manage to keep your lips moving together.

He guides you into his room and places you on the bed. He pulls away from your mouth and looks down at you. "Have you done this before?" He asks.

"Unfortunately." You reply.

"It's okay. I can do better."

----

You lay on your stomach beside a naked Embry. He's on his stomach, too, his head facing you. His fingers run along your spine.

Embry was a natural. It was the best. You came so many times. He went for a romantic type of sex. It was your first together, and he wanted to show you how he loves you.

"Baby." He whispers.

You're worn out from that amazing fuck. Your eyes are closed and you're ready to fall asleep. "Hmm?" You ask sweetly.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

[inell]

Idk if you need any more volunteers to get a writing gift but if you do I’d love something sweet! If not no worries and have a lovely night. 😊

At First Scent

Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4150

When Buck visits Maddie, he meets Chris, a magic user needing his sister’s help learning how to use his powers. He also meets Eddie, Christopher’s dad, and feels a connection that he’s only ever dreamed of finding.

The kid smells really good.

It’s a faint aroma that lingers on his skin and his clothes. A natural scent that encompasses many emotions—love, devotion, loyalty, protectiveness, strength, and protection. The scent marking is not that of a shifter, something that would be easily recognizable to other shifters, yet the manner in which it’s been placed is an excellent replication, one that many shifters might not ever question. The rich odor of the protection is so heavy in the air that it tickles nostrils from twenty feet away, a warning to anyone who approaches the kid.

Read here on AO3!

B, thank you for participating in my writing anniversary challenge. I got inspired by developing relationships and urban fantasy, so I hope you enjoy this! @organizedstardust

[rookrrr]

Random stuff I'm doing in my DR's go

Is this just me procrastinating about studying for my exams next week and my state exams in a few months? Yes. But we ball

Who needs state exams when I'm shifting tonight amirite

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Harry Potter

trying to climb the great hall roof

dragging Draco down the stairs with me after he pushed me

get cat toys for Ms. Norris (a peace offering)

sliding down the banisters of the steps

teaching Ron, Fred and George how to do a handstand/cartwheel

gossiping with Draco

spreading rumours about Snape and Lockhart

making a list of best chocolates with Remus

feeding Buckbeack

go plant hunting with Neville (he's so sweet)

complain to Remus about how weird the house passwords are

fail miserably in wizards chess

X-Men

shifting to a DR where they know I'm a reality shifter and Jean doesn't exist solely to tell Scott he has bitches in every reality except that one

shapeshifting into Erik and jumpscaring everyone

playing Uno late at night in the dorms

waking Logan up in the middle of the night to complain about a dream I had

drawing whiskers on Logan while he's asleep

learning how to style my hair with Storm

slowly steal small things from people until they notice

playing never have I ever (outs your deepest darkest secrets)

mimic noises and trick people

try to convince Charles into telling me the school gossip

sneak around the school grounds late at night

[sheawritesstuff]

Wolf-Shaped Blanket

[Sam x Darlin]

[Fluff - 454 words]

[Nice short fic because they're cute and I love them]

Darlin groaned and kicked at the blankets while they tossed and turned in bed. They scrunched their face up as they struggled to get comfortable.

“Hey, you alright? Looks like you've got a one-man mosh pit goin on over here,” Sam joked as he walked toward the bed. He set the newly retrieved water bottle on their bedside table and looked at them inquisitively.

“I can feel my skin and it's pissing me off,” they complained. They kicked at the blankets one last time before giving up and melting back into the bed. Darlin tipped their head up and let out a sound that rode the line between a groan and a growl.

The vampire sat on the edge of the mattress and hummed as he considered their options. He clicked his tongue a few times before putting his hands up against the sides of his head. He mimicked the shape of wolf ears and lifted his eyebrows.

“You sure you're not just trying to get a sentient weighted blanket out of this?” Darlin teased.

“Baby, let's be honest, I'd get that whether you were shifted or not. I just want my Darlin to be as comfortable as possible.” He leaned down to kiss their head and carefully untangled the blankets from their sprawled limbs.

Darlin practically threw themself out of bed and all but ripped their clothes off. Once they were bare, they hopped back on the bed on all fours and shifted into their familiar canine form. The tension visibly eased from their body as they let out a low whine. Sam noticed the subtle wag of their tail, but decided not to mention it.

The cowboy maneuvered around the giant wolf in his bed and settled into his side of the bed. He then patted his chest a few times and grinned up at his shifter mate.

Taking the hint, they crawled on top of their partner and laid flat with their head on his shoulder. They nuzzled against his cheek and looked at their lover with the biggest puppy dog eyes imaginable. They'd never admit that part, of course, but Sam knew. That's all that really matters, right?

Sam rubbed his thumb up and down their snout and between their eyes in a gentle repetitive motion until their eyes fluttered closed.

“Good night, Darlin’,” Sam whispered. He kissed their nose with a soft smile. “Sweet dreams.” He buried his hands in the soft fur on their neck and gently scratched. The vampire kept the same rhythm long after his big bad wolf had fallen asleep.

Their weight on top of him paired with the gentle and repetitive motion filled him with a warm calmness. He could get used to this.

[sunnami]

wips. (happy pride month and 1k!)

— snippets of all my ongoing works! hopefully this motivates me to finish them, lol. this is my apology for not posting the last few months huhuhu. enjoy! please remember these are unedited drafts!

last part of time-traveller harry au. (5k words written, my highest priority atm, got stuck in one of the scenes, but i think i can complete it soon now that i realize my writer’s block was due to me having an issue with the spacing... i hate having adhd.)

the houses as the miscommunication trope (hufflepuff ver.) (miscommunication trope is my guilty pleasure, sue me; i love hufflepuffs, y’all.)

isekai au. (i usually hate the modern reader in the hp universe, but after reading some godly fics and watching lovely runner. . . I GET IT.)

enemies to lovers au. (but the reader was forced to be a dark wizard. YEAH YEAAH! THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!)

animagus au. (i love shifter fics where the mc is just so tiny and cute, and the love interests are these big glorious animals. DO U SEE THE VISION AJGKSKG. i was supposed to post this before my latest fic. . . but i decided that there wasn't enough angst to work on, so. . .)

werewolf au. (TWILIGHT ROMANCE LETS GO, LMAO. MATES!! THE "UR MINE" MOMENT. SOULMATES, AAAAH!! two snippets—which is basically the entire draft of this fic, lmao!)

drabble: their favorite photograph of you. (i love the marauders sm)

my personal favorite: the solitary firebird. (this would be my dream to write and complete, but this would be a full-on fic with character development and all. it would require so much commitment. one day, aaa. it’s inspired by one of my most favorite fics ever: the sterling nightingale. it’s a finnick odair story on ao3!! but, the next enemies to lovers i write, might be a condensed one-shot of this plot.)

AJGKSKGKF TELL MEE WHAT U THOUGHT AAAA THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 1K !!! maybe for 2k ill reveal another batch of wips ueueue.

i promise to really, really improve on my writing. there's a lot i think i could do better. im so so grateful for the sweet comments on my posts, the lovely messages in my ask box. im so so humbled and grateful. thank you. 🤎

[seredelgi]

Sweet Punishment- pt.2

fandom: Attack On Titan/ Shingeki No Kyojin

pairing: Dom!Levi Ackerman x Sub!Fem!Reader, Levi Ackerman x You

summary: After Eren gets entrusted to Levi, you have a hard time adjusting to his late shifts and his change of behavior. You miss his touch and you miss the sex, but you want to be a good girl for him, so you try your hardest to repress your urges, until he busts you.

rating: Mature, 18+

warnings: dom!levi, dom!levi, sub!reader, smut, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don't try it at home lol), penetration, vulgar language, brief choking, degradation, dry humping (even though it's not very dry, if u know what i mean), praise kink, just a tiny bit, spit kink, I'm so sorry, but he turns me insane NO SPOILERS

word count: 3.5 k

a/n: ok so this was born bc I'm so not done with this man, and also I had a need to depict smut with him in that freaking white tee he's got on in s3 so yeah, enjoy.

Part 1

He’s been so stressed out lately. Things have changed a lot since Eren has turned out to be a Titan Shifter and has been entrusted to him. Levi comes back home so much later, so much more tired than he used to. You miss him like crazy, but you don’t wanna be a burden, too. He’s got so much in his mind, the last thing he needs is you acting like a baby and demanding more time from him.

This is what you get for being a soldier’s woman, after all. You knew this was part of it, you were already lucky enough to be with him regardless of his position. When you two met years ago he was cold, he was indifferent. It took months for him to admit that it was a facade, put up so that he wouldn’t get too attached. He ended up catching feelings anyway, and at that point, it was “better to keep you close and be able to protect you”- in his own words.

He likes his job. You know it and try to respect it, but you feel him slipping away recently, you feel him so distant and you really need him to make you feel loved. You miss his touch, his kisses, you miss being fucked. It’s been a while since you two last had sex, and being that the last time you tried to pleasure yourself you got taught a lesson, you were practically abstinent in every way. You spent endless days thinking about him, and you dreamed about sex practically every night.

But you can’t think to burden him with your flimsy desires when he’s got the fate of your people dawning down on his shoulders.

When he opens the door of the room that late evening he looks no different than he has in the last few weeks: cold, distant, absolutely worn out. He’s just got out of the shower, and he’s got that long-sleeved white t-shirt on that you love so much, but his black uniform trousers remind you that right now he doesn’t belong to you. You can see it in his eyes, two dark slits, probably still reliving the events of that day.

You’re on your bed, reading a new book as you wait for the oven alarm to go off. You’re starving, and by the looks of it, he is too.

He drags himself onto the bed, and you take a look at him while he takes hold of your book by the spine and closes it shut with one hand, putting it aside and crawling lazily on top of you, his face cradled in the curve of your neck, he huffs softly upon your skin.

It’s been a while since he’s dared to be this intimate with you, and even before that, he’s never allowed that to himself very often, always keeping everything inside, never asking for much. That’s what drove you to shut the hell up about your needs, you didn’t want him to think you’re weak.

You’re caught off guard by this sudden closeness, and you hum quietly into the silence that’s comfortingly surrounding you two right now. Your heart starts to pound a bit faster, but as he sweeps his hands underneath your shoulders to keep you closer you start to relax into his embrace. Who knows how long it’s gonna last, you better enjoy it.

You feel him breathe in your scent, and the kind of noise that he lets go after that takes your breath away and has your thighs squeeze together.

Keep it together, he’s just freaking tired.

“ You smell amazing” he purrs on your warm skin, sending shivers running down your spine as his fingers press ever so tenderly into your delicate flesh.

You chuckle nervously as you try not to focus on how low and husky his voice sounds right now, on how you can feel it reverberate from his chest through yours. He’s so warm, and that fucking white tee he’s got on is just too comfy not to feel the need to hold onto it desperately as you try to refrain from letting you get carried away with all of this.

“ You smell like you had to bark orders all day” you retort, keeping the conversation light even while you know the scent he’s emanating right now is enough to drive you wild.

“ Mhmm” he softly asserts, and his voice is so quiet that you think he’s probably dozing off, before you feel his delicate kiss pressing down on your shoulder, and you open your eyes wide.

It’s a chaste kiss, soft and gentle, and yet it gets your insides in a twirl to feel him press his lips on you while you’re wrapped against his body.

You hadn’t quite grasped how starved you were for him before realizing that one little kiss was enough to set your skin ablaze and have the cozy warmth in your lower abdomen starting to spread. It has never been that fast for you, never that immediate. You usually need some time to get in the right mood or some warming up to get ready. But right now you’re burning hot and desperate for him to keep touching and kissing you like that.

You can’t say that out loud tho, can’t be the whiny little girl that cries for attention as soon as she stops receiving it for a moment too long.

It doesn’t really matter tho, because just as his fingers press harder into your flesh he leaves another quiet kiss on it, and this time you can’t help but audibly moan, the sudden break of that cage of silence so unnerving that you bite your bottom lip, harshly dipping your teeth down on it as some sort of punishment for caving in so easily.

He pops his head up slowly, a kind of stunned expression painting his beautiful features. You feel your cheeks start to warm up underneath his scrutiny, his eyes finding yours big and full of lust.

“ You like this” he states.

You can’t tell if he’s amused by it. A few weeks prior you would’ve been sure that having you being ready for him so easily would’ve sent a proud spark glinting in his eyes, but right now his expression is as cold as it’s been all these past days spent longing for him, and you’re quite sure he must be kind of disappointed.

You shake your head no tentatively, wondering if you could ever look remotely believable as you find yourself hoping for.

His eyes narrow down on your features, on the crimson red of your cheeks, and your heavy breathing. Yeah, Levi might be tired, but he’s certainly not stupid.

He props up on his left hand anyway, letting his right one slowly slide underneath the sheer fabric of your sundress, along the length of your thigh, eliciting another soft whimper from you, and you feel so ashamed that you cover your mouth with your arm, your eyes languid with denial.

“ Then why you mewling like a cat in heat?” he sounds so stern that he almost feels displeased with you, and it kind of hurts to hear him talk to you like that.

Still, you feel the disconcerting need to be strong for him, to be good.

“ I’m just-” you pant, regaining focus, even though all that you really want is for his hand to travel further up your thigh “ a bit sensitive, must be the cycle”

You’re lying. You’re probably in the least fertile phase of it, but you can’t help it, you miss him too much, and having been forbidden to touch yourself, it’s been torture to resist the urges.

You doubt he’s bought it, yet his face is an inscrutable mask right now, and he looks down at you for a few more instants before he suddenly gets a hold of your wrists, pinning them down the mattress without much effort as you catch your breath.

He stares you down as if you were his prey, and honestly, too dizzy with arousal, too scared of letting him know the shameful truth of it, you’re less and less able to decipher his emotions, and somehow this only feeds your desire.

“ Spread your legs for me, then” he orders.

You hate to disobey him, but you’re too embarrassed of yourself to give him access to your sweet spot right now since you're sure he’s gonna find it already covered in your juices.

A glint of annoyance darkens his irises when you fail to comply. He huffs, his right knee slipping abruptly in between yours two, having you divaricating your legs wide within a few rough movements.

You muffle a protest, but it dies in your throat immediately as one of his hands lets go of your wrist and heads south, escaping underneath the skirt of your dress and reaching for your baby pink panties, feeling you out roughly through its fabric, finding it drenched.

“ Fuck-” his voice sounds hoarse from the shock of finding you like that already “ You’ve made a fucking mess”

You let out a quiet sob as you appraise his reaction, covering your eyes with the hand of yours he hasn’t gotten pinned down on the mattress anymore.

“ I’m sorry” you let out a shaky breath, unable to keep it all in any longer “ I’m sorry Levi, I just miss you so much”

You’ve held onto all that for weeks as he’s been burdening himself with who knows how much, and now it’s enough for him to touch you through your underwear to have you crumble like that. It’s kind of pathetic.

He stays quiet for a while, and you can only wonder what his face looks like as you keep your eyes shut against the back of your hand, not ready to see his harsh judgment of your weakness.

Then you feel his grip on your wrist loosen, and all his coldness and forcefulness melt into tender little kisses that he leaves down your neck as he reaches for your ear. He looks for your hand, sliding his fingers across the length of your arm and intertwining them with your own.

He uncovers your face to look at you, his expression still stern, but it doesn’t quite look like he’s judging you, more so than himself. You can see the cloud of guilt thundering in his eyes.

His lips are just a breath away from yours when he whispers down upon you:

“ Don’t cry” his tone is definitive, something like that, even if incredibly sweet, when said by him sounds like a precise instruction.

You sniff softly one last time before his lips press tenderly against yours.

He starts kissing you slowly, experimentally, giving you all the time you need to adjust from the previous harshness that he had addressed you to the sweetness that he’s promising you now. And even if reticent at first, you gradually start to melt against him, the feeling of his tongue slipping past your lips a welcomed revelation, one that you feel like saluting by filling his mouth with moans as he sets gently between your legs, his hardness aching against your core.

Gosh, you’ve missed this. You love the taste of him in your mouth so much that it’s almost exhilarating, the way he deepens the kiss at every little whimper you let out, the way your lips are glossy with his saliva when you part to catch your breath and ghost a little impulsive smile on his face.

You can’t help it now, you’re too high on the kiss he’s granted you, and you let your hips lounge up towards his, rutting softly against his erection, your fingers twisting in his locks, and you feel a blissful shiver cover you whole as he breaks the kiss to groan on your parted lips.

You want him so bad you feel like you’re losing control, and you love when he can’t help but be vocal about his arousal, so you’re compelled to continue grinding against him rhythmically, having him elicit all kinds of delicious noises on top of you as he kisses your lips with increasing passion.

Suddenly his right hand is at the base of your scalp, tugging harshly at your hair to have your head lean back enough to give himself better access to your exposed neck.

“ So fucking desperate ” he pants upon your skin “ how long have you been like this?”

“ Too long” you whine as you feel his lips tauntingly ghost above all the sensitive spots he knows so well, biting you tenderly at first, then starting to suck on your skin with euphoric compulsion. It’s the kind of sweet agony that has you sigh ecstatically and arch your back in response, the satisfaction of feeling his mark being imprinted upon you one that you find hard to rival.

When he’s done he leaves your neck pulsing in delight, and he starts grinding against you fiercely as his forehead comes to rest against yours.

“ Been waiting for me to set you free, huh?”

You nod faintly at that, eyes fluttering underneath the weight of your thriving desire, and you kiss his humid lips before looking for the zip of his black trousers, tired of having all those layers interpose between your sexes. You wanna feel his throbbing skin against your hole, wanna hear your juices mix as he rides you.

“ Such a good girl” he praises you, and that’s just too much.

As soon as his cock’s free of his boxers you press him down against you with a tug, his nakedness clashing down the wetness of your panties. He grunts, closing his eyes, reveling in the feeling of your drenched underwear starting to surround his hotness. The simple shift of pressure makes you roll your eyes, and he reaches for your jaw with his right hand to press his thumb on your lips, silently demanding access to your mouth. You open it up right away, and he slips inside, letting you suck on his finger once and then brushing your bottom lip downwards with it, keeping your mouth open beneath him.

“ Wider” he commands, and it’s so clear by the tone of his voice that he’s used to imparting orders, so confident in expecting them to be followed. And you sure as hell don’t wanna disappoint him.

So you open your mouth wider for him, sticking your tongue out as he continues riding you, your juices starting to soak your panties, creating enough lubrification for you to start getting extremely close to your relief.

“ My good girl” he hums quietly, and seeing him genuinely pleased with you puts your mind at ease. You don’t know exactly when it started, but you’d comply with anything he asks of you just so that he’ll utter those quiet little praises to you.

He spits in your mouth, and you’re honestly taken aback for a split second. You wouldn’t expect someone as composed as him to do something so raw just like that. But as soon as you feel the warm liquid on your tongue you’re quick to swallow what you manage, driven by your desire to make him proud. Some of it is still drooling down your bottom lip tho, and his eyes shimmer down on it, relishing in the sight of you, broken by the growing pleasure, completely at his mercy.

“ Fuck- You’re too hot like that” he breaths down upon you as he reaches between you two, looking for the spot where your panties are becoming so damn wet that you should probably feel embarrassed, but you’re way past that. Especially when you feel his erratic movements finally setting your pussy free, moving the fabric that was still covering it to the side just enough that you can feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, hot and covered in pre-cum.

“ Ah-” you cry as you feel him finally pushing against your hole, every nerve ending of yours waiting for him to pierce through you and finally take you.

He slides inside of you with a gentleness that almost kills you, and you can quite literally feel every inch of his length fill your soaked pussy up like you’ve been dreaming about for days. You wanna feel him pick up the pace and quite simply ruin your cunt for good, but all it takes is one thrust of his inside of you, a simple gentle rub of his pelvis against your clit to bring you over the edge.

You start shuddering frantically against him, gripping at his shirt and crying his name so loud that you’re sure the walls could be shaking from it. You kiss his neck through your high, needing to feel him hiss against your ear in response, to bask in his scent, and to feel the flex of his muscles against your hot lips.

“ What's th- fucking 'cumming already?” he lets out, his voice broken by the shock of your pre-empted release “ my God, you're pathetic"

You nod dully, rolling your eyes as little jolts of pleasure unleash throughout your whole body, having you spasming silently against his torso as he picks up the pace, driven mad by the unexpected hunger that your orgasm has unleashed within him.

He’s thrusting so deep inside of you that you feel like he could break you in half, and yet you can’t stop moaning, can’t stop telling him how damn good he’s making you feel.

“ You’re so good at taking it-fuck” he resumes kissing your neck and biting you hard, leaving you sore and aching for more ��� you’re made for this, made for me”

The idea has you rejoice, a proud kind of sentiment starting to engulf you as he smacks harder against your cervix, hitting that spot that has you babbling incoherently underneath his weight.

All that you’re feeling is thanks to your patience, you’ve been good and waited for him, and you’d do it for years if it meant being fucked like this was the prize.

You can’t help but nod, your head bobbing up and down under the heel of the merciless pace he’s been keeping up so steadily. You can practically feel every ounce of the frustration he’s held within him in the past few days being reversed in each thrust of his, in every grunt and spasm of his muscles as he pounds into you, and you’re so glad to be the one he vents upon.

You can feel him getting closer. He’s frantic, panting down on you, shoving inside of you with such force that you can’t even think straight anymore, the feeling of your aching pussy squeezing his cock inside of you the only thing you can focus on.

He rises above you to be able to get a hold of your neck, tightening his hand around your throat to make you look at him. You can’t think about what you may look like right now as you stare back into those dark grey irises you love so much. It’s too fucking embarrassing what this man is capable of reducing you to.

“ I’m gonna ‘cum inside of you”

It’s not a warning, it’s a statement.

You shift your weight back slightly to be able to open your legs wider as a reflex, eager to feel him finally releasing into you, but he grips your hips and dips his fingers harder into you, almost bruising your skin in the act.

“ Don’t- fuck, don’t move” he demands.

You don’t need to be told twice, so you stay put, looking up at him and contemplating the sight.

You love seeing him like this, sweaty and broken by pleasure, strands of soft raven hair cascading down his forehead, his shirt revealing just the faintest little hint of his muscles flexing underneath its clean fabric.

But his eyes are what you love the most, the kind of glare that can go from pure sweetness to downright threatening in a matter of seconds. Dark and dangerous.

You see them faltering before you hear his groans swamp the room and his warm seed spring into you, filling you up like you’ve longed so bad for these past few weeks, finally getting the love you were so badly burning for.

He crushes down upon you, a sudden need to feel you as close as possible, to have you press your usual gentle kisses across his face, on his lips, all while he holds you close and slowly regains his breath and usual composure.

When he slips out of you you feel your legs shake a little and you know you’ll need a full night of rest to recover from what he’s done to you, but it doesn’t really matter, ‘cause it was worth it.

He collapses aside from you, taking hold of your wrist and tugging you along to rest on top of him without saying a word. You chuckle faintly against his neck, not able to resist relishing this intimate feeling. You’ve finally got him all for yourself.

Until you hear the oven alarm go off.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

are we queue-ing sunday sentences on a friday cuz will be driving and whatnot over the weekend - yes!! yes we are ...

so thursday i posted my full moon run werepire smutty fic just a bit of full moon fun - and at the time i wrote this was in def need of some luv cuz silly me forgot to fix the date on it when i posted - oops

so continuing the werepire fics i'm gonna give some words from the werepire firstprince adopt a shifter that's going up on halloween (or somewhere there abouts)

It’s probably not much of a leap for Alex to start thinking about what-ifs and maybes, but the way it sneaks up on him still catches him off guard. One moment, he’s sitting quietly at the shelter, watching Gabby boss the other kids around with her tiny hands on her hips, and the next, the idea is just ... there. Not a question so much as a possibility—one that settles into his mind like it’s been waiting to surface for a long time. He doesn’t bring it up right away, though. He knows himself well enough by now to give it time, let the thought steep until he’s figured out exactly what it means for him—and more importantly, for Henry. After a few of decades as a were, Alex has learned the value of patience. Slowing down and processing things is second nature now, even if he still looks like the same fresh-faced twenty-something from the day he was turned. He’s changed in other ways—more deliberate, less impulsive. This feels like one of those thoughts that needs space to breathe before it’s spoken aloud. And so he lets it sit, giving it the time it needs. But the idea grows roots the longer he spends around Gabby. He can’t help it. She’s fearless and sweet, a tiny whirlwind of energy and affection—and every time she clings to his leg or curls into his lap with that sleepy trust, something in him tugs a little tighter. A couple of weeks pass, and the idea begins to crystallize. It isn’t just a flight of fancy—it’s possible. Maybe they could do this. Maybe the family Henry talks about in those quiet, late-night conversations isn’t some far-off dream. Maybe it could start right here, with Gabby.

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Hello! 👋🏻 I would love a little smutty Larissa x Morticia x Reader oneshot if I'm the first ask. Please and thank you 😊

Can we keep her? 18+

*Authors note~ I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in a while placement has been hectic with so many assessments needing to be done for me to pass the year which ends in two weeks! But have this little brain child*

Trigger warnings ~ established relationship Mortica x reader, mommy dom! Mortica, sub r, sub leaning switch!Larissa, talks of past Tish x Larissa, oral fixation (r), thigh riding (L-M), praise kink, degrading kink, oral sex, fingering, sensory play?, blindfolds, overstimulation kink, mirror sex, aftercare obvs

Prompt^^^

Being Nevermore’s Literature professor was in all honesty a dream come true. Ever since your time as a student in the school you’d wished to end up here. And that you did. Larissa couldn’t wait to offer you a position after being your last placement before you qualified. The skills you possess are honestly some of the best she has seen and therefore makes you an asset to her staff.

But if you know Nevermore, which you do, it always provides the unexpected. The youngest member of staff just so happened to unknowingly gain the interest of a certain raven haired beauty. Morticia Addams. But it was not the only time you’d been on her mind, no, when you were studying you often ended up shadowing her class as Larissa felt you needed to be well rounded in classroom management. Your nature making you quiet and reserved and a little afraid to assume your natural authority over the class. Which is why Mortica was perfect for you.

Thinking back to how it all started out with you and your girlfriend always brings a smile to your face. When things got tough she was always there, rain or shine to support you. Also you’d be utterly insane to not notice her radiant beauty she so effortlessly wears. Everything about her was perfect. Beautiful skin like the pale moons reflection on the lake. Raven hair as dark as night, perfectly straight and never out of place. Dresses that hugged her body as if they were her skin. And the height that woman has often brings you to your knees. Truly, she’s magnificent. So of course it was only natural to see her celestial being in your dreams.

You knew of her psychic abilities and she knew that you process the ability of mental projection. Now you have a higher ability than most would assume which allows you to project thoughts feelings, create alternative worlds with your imagination and even switch realities. Mostly, you enjoyed your ability and the fact you could use it to help others, but you’d never would’ve thought that your own mind would let out your secret desire.

You’d been utterly exhausted the whole day which resulted in your head snuggled into the woman’s neck as she read a French book out loud to soothe you to sleep. And like always the smooth silky voice and the steady thumps of the heart bellow you worked like a charm. Only to send you into the spiciest dream you’ve ever had.

“Mommy” you whined pitifully as you squirmed under Larissa’s gaze. The blonde seemingly confident as she towered over you, not even throwing her past crush a glance. “She is a pretty thing Tish, I could do so much with her” the shifter murmured thoughtfully, clearly talking about you and not to you as she ignored your desperate state.

“Ah, mon amour, you aren’t in control here are you darling?” Your lover reminded the principal, clearly stating that she is in control of both you and the blonde. “Will you be good for me sweet girl?” She practically coed at the older woman while actively ignoring you. “Yes mommy” came the mumbled response, her shyness soaking the words. “Oh my dear Rissa, we both know you aren’t shy in this department darling” came her chuckled teasing words. You’d know there was something with them in the past, but purposely not spoken about until this interaction.

It was then that you became overwhelmed with your thoughts of the two women together in the most intimate and inexperienced ways that your grip of control faltered and everyone in the room was blessed with the image of Larissa Weems in her youth, riding your Tish’s milky thigh in a frantic rhythm. “Oh! You’re so good Rissa, keep going for mommy, I want to feel you cum for me darling” she would murmured into the blondes ear before taking it between her teeth and tugging gently.

Unbeknownst to your slumbering self you’d given your girlfriend the opportunity to hopefully bring her first crush and lover to the bedroom without fear of upsetting you. Seeing the sexual dream that had caused you to entangle your legs to hers, effectively pressing your now dripping warmth to her leg was enough reassurance. All she needed now was the principal to agree.

To say Larissa was expecting the potion teacher to barge into her office with such a personal invitation during school hours would have been insanity, but then again the Addams family love to make keep her on her toes. Truthfully, Principal Weems kept her ex lover former crush on the staff for many reasons. Her teaching for one, to be close to her for another, and the third being those pesky lingering feelings that never left once she left the gates of Nevermore with Gomez. One swift divorce had her back where she belongs it still not hers. No. Because she wanted you.

Meetings with the principal after hours were not uncommon for you as a first year qualified teacher however, seeing Tish sat on her desk as their lips fused together like a centuries old dance was definitely a first. Not that you were complaining at all. In fact, you decided to let them feel the affect they have on you, causing Larissa to let out a whimper of need. “Patience sweetheart, this isn’t about us yet” Morticia reprimanded as she pulled herself away from the shifters body. “Would you care to join us sweet girl? I know just how much you enjoyed your dream the other night, and mommy wants to give that to you baby.”

That’s how you found yourself reliving your first part of your dream, word for word squirming on the sofa by the warm fire. Two pairs of eyes drinking in your now semi naked form. “Much better sweet girl you’re so pretty for mommy baby” your girlfriend praised before swiftly moving to grab the blindfold she’d stashed away before your arrival. From there you were promptly ignored by the older women as Mortica claimed her dominant stance causing Larissa to slip into a happy medium, content to please everyone.

Slender fingers trailed your exposed abdomen ever so lightly that it may as well have been a ghost. A phantom feeling only to be chased away with a rougher texture on your plush thighs. “Mm” you purred happily, Morticia always knew just what you craved without you needing to say it. So there was no surprise when she instructed Larissa to fetch a cold water bottle and roll it over your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. “C-cold mommy” you whimpered with an adorable pout on your luscious lips. “Oh my poor baby” the faux sympathy rolling off her words in waves. Soon enough there was a soft tassle being dragged all over your body like a snake looking for its prey as it slithers over your bra clad chest.

Soon enough both women grew tired of their little game, deciding that you were all simply too clothed for the occasion. Tish instructed you to try and undress her while your vision was not present but you ended up reaching for Weems instead. A quick tut of disapproval soon had you swivelling around to please her only to lose your balance. “Such a silly baby, can’t even undress me. Well Larissa will have to do it seems I know she can be a good girl for me.”

Only when Larissa freed the older woman from her garments did she get permission to strip down herself while Morticia ripped the skimpy lace off your body. “Please can I play with her Mommy?” Larissa mumbled completely star struck by your bare body. With a wave of the other woman’s hand Larissa immediately yanked you onto your hands and knees and settled under your body. Mortica coming to sit on the arm rest and spreading her legs for you to be eye to eye with her aching core. “Get to work little slut, be good for me baby.”

You immediately delve into her awaiting cunt, blindly missing your target by an inch causing your lover to grab a fist fall of hair to guide you, all while Larissa happily began to kiss and lick your pillowy thighs before eating you out like a starved woman. Soon enough the office was filled with the sweetest moans where French and English words blended together in the height of her enjoyment. Larissa simply moaning shamelessly into your soaked pussy causing you to mirror her with the raven haired woman’s clit pulsing between your lips. “Oh fuck baby! Right there pretty whore. Best whore for mommy” her praise only spurring on your determination to please her. Only when you decide to plunge two fingers into her greedy core did she cum as you happily lapped up your reward before tumbling over the edge yourself.

“Oh sweet girl your blindfolds all wet.” She mock gasped before ripping it off your head to examine it. “Messy whore” was offered by the blonde whose mouth was coated in your arousal and cum. All while you were blinking rapidly trying to maintain your position not wanting to disappoint them. Inevitability your shaking legs failed you causing you to collapse against the sofa earning a time out.

That’s how you found yourself sat on the floor, let’s spread wide, hands behind your back as you watched Tish bring Larissa over the edge time after time, lavishing her on sweet praise with ever orgasm, while you sat untouched and ignored. Every little needy sound that slipped past your lips bought the blonde another high. Every time you moved from your position brought your girlfriend a chance to feel the bliss while you sat there watching another woman have her screaming and crying out with pure pleasure. On one hand you were jealous as sin on the other it was hot as hell and what a spectacular show to be blessed with. Perhaps that’s why you behaved.

Tish had simply lost count of how many times she’d rode the waves of pleasure, simply forgetting how good Larissa is in the department before she had some experience. However, she’s not as young as she was back then and her body simply requires a break which is why Larissa gets you resting against your mommy’s front, legs spread as she instructs you to keep your gaze on the ceiling. Fuck. Mirrors. Everywhere, you realised. “Gonna make you watch how much of a filthy slut you look like as you fall apart for another woman” she stated before setting to work in trailing her fingers through your slick. “So fucking messy sweet girl, eyes on the ceiling or I’ll make mommy hold your head that way” the blonde threatens before unleashing a whole new burst of energy on your pleading core.

“Tish, the whore won’t look” Larissa grumbled noticing how your head had dropped to the side after the second orgasm. “Mommy, too much” you slurred letting out a little squeal when Larissa touched your oversensitive clit. “One more sweet girl, mommys right here, one more baby you can take it. Look how pretty my girl looks.” Her praise combined with the principals three fingers curling just right to hit the perfect spot had you seeing stars and drenching the sofa below you all. It was only after working you down from the high did you let out a sob of “no more” over and over.

Larissa hurrying to find the pre set out aftercare things while morticia hummed a French lullaby, your favourite when this deep into sub space. Your eyes filed with a haze as you immediately began to root around for more skin to skin contact. When Larissa returned with water and sugary treat you seemed to far down which worried her. Yet Tish seemed to know just what to do. After sipping her water and encouraging you to do the same with the support from both women you settled in between them both. Completely submerged into your subby mindset you gently grabbed Larissa’s hand and brought her fingers to your lips before ever so lightly drawing them between your lips. Immediately a content sigh left your body as you snuggled more into your mommy muttering around the slender fingers, “mm we keeps her?” Without knowing Morticia already planned on it.

Word count ~ 2161