#this one DEF needs a tag for filth...

[doublejango]

Sexy Ask: If Blitz could have one night with Millie and could do anything he wanted to her and not be faulted for it, what would he want to do?

Blitz would want to adore her. If everything was on the table and they were going to be okay, and they had Moxxie's approval (if M&M are together in that verse; Blitz doesn't want to damage their relationship, he really, really doesn't, no matter how ridiculous he is about them), he would want to worship that woman.

(Putting the rest of this one under a cut because it got a little more explicit).

Blitz has a lot of complicated feelings about both Millie and Moxxie, but almost all of them boil down to affection and admiration. If she was down to let him do anything, I think it would be the most vanilla adoration ever. Like starting with a lot of nuzzling and petting, and so. much. praise. He would just be like, slowly giving her a full-body massage while also just telling her so many things he admires about her. Praise her strength, her courage, her loyalty, her ferocity, her tenacity. Millie is an incredible woman, and Blitz... might actually feel like he doesn't deserve to touch her at all, but since she wants him to that night? He will.

After all of the massage and the praise, Blitz would gladly spend the entire night with his head between her legs, showing her that actually, there is one thing he is waaaaaaay better at than killing. He loves giving head, he's extremely good at giving head, and he especially loves giving head to women. He's also very good at using the spade of his tail in playtime, and wouldn't hesitate to do so.

Blitz would want to leave Millie happily shivering, like just, worship her until her muscles all turn to Jello, then snuggle her, pet her hair, and just purr. Because holding someone as incredible as Millie, being allowed to show them through sex how highly you think of them? Purring is the only option for once it's all over.

I don't think Blitz would even want to get off or be touched tbh, which isn't usual for him. He loves orgasms and loves receiving attention too, most of the time, but if it was just one night together and he knew she wasn't going to be pissed at him for anything that happened? Yep, he would genuinely want to spend the entire time focusing on her.

[crimsonbubble]

More Than This

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, mean doms hohong, overstim, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, use of toys, bondage, size kink, size training, marking, double penetration, tummy bulge *not proofread, just pure horny*

[merry christmas lovelies 🫶🫶🫶]

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Call me a whore all you want but you can’t tell me that getting sandwiched between mean doms hohong wouldn’t make you horny.

With Hongjoong’s possessive streak, his affinity for overstim and his natural ‘leader’ instincts combined with Yunho’s equally possessive streak, his affinity for seeing you cry, and his own ‘leader’ instincts, you’re in for a night.

There’s a lot to break down so let's start here; marking. As I said before, they both have possessive streaks. Sure they get jealous and whatnot but they both know they’ll be the ones you’re returning to. Hongjoong prefers to mark your neck and shoulders while Yunho goes for whatever patch of skin he can get his greedy mouth on.

Overstim; yall I could yap about hohong and overstim for hours. But seriously, they are so mean about it. Like I said in my joong blurb a few days ago, he’s a freak who loves to overstim you, drowning you in waves of pleasure when he deems fit. He makes you cum over and over just because he can. He loves to see you shaking and watch your sticky cunt ache with need.

At the same time, Yunho overstims you, so you start crying from the sensitivity. He’s a perv who wants nothing more than to have a pretty whore on his lap, clinging to him while sobbing from the feeling of him pushing his fingers into your sore cunt alongside the toy he already pushed into you.

Size kink/training; this is indeed Yunho’s domain. Don’t get me wrong, Joong’s big, but Yunho’s big. Freak meister Yunho over here buys all types of dildos to ‘train’ you with; yes this includes dragon dildos and tentacle dildos. Oh, he also gets replica dildos made of him and Hongjoong just so he can stuff both of them inside you and watch the bump in your abdomen appear and disappear with each thrust of the toys. Def says things like “If you can’t handle this, how’re you gonna handle the real thing, tiny?”

Toys/other sex paraphernalia; they have an extensive collection of sex toys because Yunho buys all types of dildos. But Joong buys all types of vibrators; different shapes, sizes, speeds, and power levels. He also has a fuck machine but he hasn’t shown you that yet. Collectively they may or may not have some spreader bars, handcuffs and silk ropes just for fun.

Dirty talk; god, the absolute filth that pours out from Hongjoong’s mouth is insane. Loves to fluster you when he talks dirty, lowering his tone against your ear to a low purr as he speaks. “You hear that, sweetheart? Hear how fuck wet you are? Huh? All wet for us? Hm?” “Aww, our pretty slut just needed their cunt stuffed, huh?” “Oh, empty-headed already? That’s a new record, princess.” Oh, the mix of praise and degradation from these two is mind-boggling.

Oral; now this is Hongjoong’s forte. Not saying that Yunho doesn’t do a good job, but he’s not Hongjoong. When Yunho eats you out, his mouth focuses on your clit; sucking the swollen bud into his mouth while his fingers reach for that one spot deep in your cunt. Hongjoong focuses on fucking your pussy open on his tongue while his nose bumps against your clit. Joong is also a lot fucking messier, oh, and a clit kisser. He’ll spit on your already sloppy cunt just to make an even bigger mess.

Recording; listen, they love having all three of you there but Hongjoong stays cooped up in his studio for hours on end so sometimes you need to give him an incentive to come home. Yunho takes it very seriously to take a clear shot of your pussy stretching around his dick as he splits you open on his lap. He’ll mute the audio because he knows Joong loves to hear how needy you are.

Aftercare; listen, they can be rough with you most days but they will always care for you at the end of the night. They usually run a bath for you but if you can’t be bothered to move, they’ll settle for some warm washcloths. Kisses on top of kisses; the soft and sweet kind as they kiss over every marking and bruise you might have gotten that night. Snuggling together on clean sheets and under a warm blanket.

[sweet-marigold]

Omg I just read one of your posts about Apology Tour and the tags finally made me hit on why specifically it hurts so bad...

Like, I thought that Blitz needed an episode to come to terms with the fact that his own self-loathing hurts people too and he needs to stop blowing up his life, and I definitely think him and Stolas need to fix themselves before they get back together because that relationship has to start from zero, it couldn't be patched up (I'm a multishipper and polyshipper I hope that's ok) and I thought I just felt uncomfortable because a) Stolas hasn't had his talking-to or full realization yet, even if some stuff from Viv makes me think he will (I hope...) and b) it seemed very extreme and rather unhealthy on the part of all the exes, like we're talking about a guy who sucks at breakups and runs away from relationships, not an abuser you're left THAT traumatized by, and yeah what he did to Verosika was way shittier than average but it doesn't even seem healthy for her to be this hung up...

And then you mentioned the BPD.

I don't personally HC Blitz as BPD, more BPD traits, specifically because I'm diagnosed (not that I'm saying your HC is wrong, just what I see) but like I said, I am. That's what hit me. That imagery of people celebrating the idea of you getting hurt or even taking your life, with zero narrative counter because this was the "let's read Blitz for filth" ep... That's a recurring invasive thought for me. The idea of everyone in your life being happier with you gone, hating you so much, etc. And I hadn't put a pin on it until I saw your tag and went "oh, holy shit, that party is like your worst BPD intrusive thoughts turned real" and... Wow.

So yeah I'm sorry if this was a lot and is rambly, I just wanted to say thank you bc I felt very understood and I don't get that a lot irl

Bpd blitz is a hc I have but I don’t mind if people disagree ^ ^

And don’t worry it’s not rambly, :((

I’m glad u were able to feel understood and I hope u feel better :(

It’s def a tough episode to watch I feel rly bad for blitz :(

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 12

Hi friends!!

I read a certain dark romance book this week and then also spent some time trying to catch up on all my lovely mutuals' fics (and there were many), so the rec list is only like 9 fics this week. I guess that's still a lot? It's no 27 fics though.

If you tagged me in a fic this week, I'm planning to get to those soon I promise. The actual spreadsheet with all my recs can be found here and the masterlist for my fic recs can be found here.

Anyway recs below the Pedge

Adversity a Frankie/Ezra series by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

This combo... okay I'll just start with how unreasonably HOT this is. Like you got Ezra: protective, talkative, wild, a little feral, definitely likes to use his mouth, lean and impeccably dressed with that dumb little blond patch. Then you have Frankie: Established Canon Pussy Eating King, def talks you through it, broad shoulders and a cute belly, patchy beard you'd just die to have between your legs, broody boy. So obviously, I'm already about to pass out. And then!! Their relationship with each other makes me feel so many things. The way Ez pulls Frankie out of his fucked up head and the way Frankie settles Ezra UGH. And then!!! and then!!!!!!! The way they take care of reader and the way they all love each other and balance each other out!! The hints of the other TF boys in there is v fun also. I know this series is old, but I am dying for it to be added to. Every glimpse into this wonderful lil throuple was wonderful. <3333

i've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you - a Joel one shot by @tremendum

Brat tamer!Joel is sooooo fucking hot. This is filthy and I love it!

warmth - a Joel one shot by @grippingbeskar

ooooh i love how at first this is just a sweet lil fluffy thing and then you put *you can stop reading here if you aren't a whore. however, i am, so i will continue* LMAO. I'm obviously a whore so I obviously kept reading. This one is for my thigh riding girlies <333

the worthwhile fight - a Marcus P one shot by @swiftispunk

So glad you decided to write some sweet angel baby Marcus P!! And I love the lil twist with reader being the protective one, because.... I actually cannot see Marcus punching anyone. Like I'm sure he would if he had to, but in my head he's such a soft boy I can't. The smut, as usual, was just absolutely immaculate. Looking forward to more marcus from you maybe...???? (please)

Sparks fly - a Joel one shot by @ezrasbirdie

Ok listen... This is the second anal fic I've read in as many weeks that made me have emotions other than filth... How do y'all keep doing this to me. The story is adorable, I love it!! And then they eat each other's asses and it's hot and it's a good time. Honestly I'd still give this a shot if you're not into the idea of eating Joel Miller's ass bc there's a bunch of super cute interactions and some smut before that happens... If you're a freak tho... this is the one

Just a little taste - a Din one shot by @jksprincess10

I fucking love inexperienced!Din and I love when he tastes pussy for the first time and just goes absolutely nuts. This was so hot ugh.

Fire a Din one shot by @jksprincess10

Din Djarin Fluff Supremacy

Hungry Hearts - a Joel series by @atinylittlepain

Young Joel... in booty shorts... playing baseball??? Being a gratuitous flirt and a total asshole in the most frustratingly charming of ways?? Ok and then... he's also a MECHANIC... Slutty Joel is everything. Oh but let's not stop there! We also get girl dad Joel being the most stereotypical softball parent ever. Sarah and Ellie being so very Sarah and Ellie about the whole thing. Also like if you needed more incentive for some reason Joel gets hit in the balls while being a douchebag. I feel like I'm not selling this as well as I should be, but I don't want to give too much away. It's delightful. Read it!!

Peace - a Joel one shot by @swiftispunk

As a former John Green novel SIMP, I love the living eulogy thing. It has a special place in my heart and I refuse to apologize for that. This fic had me tearing up bc like... Joel Miller deserves to hear how good he is and how much he means to people and he doesn't really ever get that in canon. Not really. I am going to have a literal breakdown bye

----------------oldies but goodies----------------

The Appreciation of Fine Liquor - an Ezra one shot by @write-and-buried

poor baby - a Joel series by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Just a little game - Javi P one shot @walkintotheriveranddisappear

quickie (boyfriend's dad!joel x reader) - a Joel one shot by @joelscruff

𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 - a Dieter one shot by @psychedelic-ink

warm up - a Dieter one shot by @ezrasbirdie

Dieter Bravo x Library AU - a Dieter one shot @fuckyeahdindjarin

Bouquet, Bloom, Blossom - a Dieter series by @mypoisonedvine

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Happy Reading

[shameonmeeguiltypleasure]

Seducing Mr Bridgerton chp 11 Progress Update:

This Author has had a break through 🙌

Real Life still sucks. I'm broke as shit, on the job hunt again, but hey! The depression ain't bad, I'm working out and managing to remember to eat once every second day, I'm pushing through it all 💪😅

In saying that: What are readers thoughts/opinions about Church Sex ?🫣👀🫣 Cause I'm not sure how comfortable I am about it 🤔🤔

I mean, I defs think it's very hot, kinky and super sinful....but reading the filth and writing the scene are two very different matters 🤷

Can I write it? Absolutely (Im already going to hell might as well embrace the horny before eternal flame in the afterlife 🤷 )

It's also in character for SMB's Polin 👀😏😂

But I just want to know if some readers would prefer I set the explicit chapter aside as a stand alone, or if you'd be satisfied with a simple tag and pre-warning? 🤔 (Not that I'm promising church sex just wanting to know readers stance...)

Please let me know by commenting on this post, for the future of chapter.... Mmh I think it's chapter 13 or 14 🤔 yet to decide. ...

Which brings me to my final point in this update which doubles as a plea/request.

I am in need of TWO (possibly THREE) readers of SMB's help!!

SMB chapter 11 has taken far too long, given me way too much stress and I now harbour immense .... Dislike for it. I can no longer make a clear judgement on whether it serves a purpose for the entirety of SMB's plot/narrative and the future LMB direct sequel.

So, I turn to you my loyal and beloved readers for guidance. (Teamwork makes the dream work)

SMB chapter 11 has about... Mmh.... 3000(?) Words to go before I'll consider all my draft points included. At my current writing pace l should be done in three days. At that point I'll be in the editing stage.

Real talk: I've locked in a date for when I'll be posting chp 11, but won't share because, again, I'm seeking reader guidance to confirm a few things.

So To conclude: Can I have Two SMB reader volunteers to beta read CHP 11 once it's drafting stage is done?

If you can send me an ask via Tumblr (not without a username of course to direct mssg 😅) answering one simple question, I'll puzzle through and choose two from the lot. I'm keeping this open just Incase I run into a similar problem with future chapters so there'll be some variations 😅😅 (Sorry if I don't pick you, but I don't want too many spoilers spreading.) Also it's a one off pick 🤷😅so If I do have the same issue in the future I won't ask the same two readers to help like this again and just pick new ones 🤷

Question to answer: Why are you still reading SMB when it's been way too bloody long since an update?

Of course this is all voluntary, I'm not forcing anyone's hands or using CHP 11 as hostage. SMB and you readers are all incredibly dear to me and I dont want you all to feel abandoned or forgotten if something unexpected ever comes up for me in real life x

With having said that,

My sincere gratitude to all you readers,

Love ShameOnMee xx

[snarkwrites]

happy birthday | pietro m. | mature.

Notes:

Look ya’ll... I have zero shame for this. Z E R O. I wanted to read this, I couldn’t find anything I hadn’t already read similar for Pietro,  (( Either Pietro you wish to imagine here tbh because honestly, they’re both lovely dudes )) so I am simply writing the filth I want to read in bed later... And dragging you lot straight to the naughty corner with me.

Also, this is totally unbeta’d. Because we fly by the straps of our bra in this house. Any errors, wonky positioning, lack of condom or anything else you find is purely on me and I own it.

Prompts used:

Ah, none. Although, birthday sex could totally be one, I suppose.

Pairing: 

Pietro Maximoff x Barton!OFC, Nicola, whomst I’ve used previously with him...

Fandom : 

Marvel Cinematic / X - Men (if you’re gonna visualize Evan’s version or whatever) 

Warnings:

Straight up sexual content and unprotected at that. No minors allowed. That means all you lovelies out there under the age of 18+ need to go elsewhere. Keep scrolling because this is absolutely NOT for you.

Tagging:

@micolegg​ -because our discussion earlier kind of maybe... inspired this.

@chasingeverybreakingwave​ 

@kyleoreillysknee​ 

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                                         Happy Birthday,

“Damn it, all I want to do is sleep. But noooo.. Can’t even get him out of my head long enough to do that, apparently.” I grumbled to myself as I threw my plaid comforter off and slipped out of bed. Grabbing a t-shirt and pulling it on only to scowl at my reflection in the mirror on my bedroom door when I realized that I’d done it again. I’d gotten the laundry mixed up.

The shirt I was wearing?

The olive green one Pietro Maximoff wore for training at the compound most of the time.

,, He’s not awake. It’s not like he’s going to see you in it.”  I reminded myself just as I went to tug it over my head. ,,Besides, I thought further, it’s soft and comfy.” 

We’re not even getting into the fact that despite the washing, it somehow still kind of smells like him. Or that I even think Pietro Maximoff smells good enough to eat to begin with.

The line of thought made my stomach growl and I remembered that there was still some of mine and Lila’s birthday cake down in the fridge.

,, And you still have a little tequila too.. Maybe a few sips will put you out. At very least, your brain will be all fuzzy and warm and you won’t be constantly thinking about him. And the way all he has to do is look at you a certain way and you turn into an actual mess.” the thought spurred me into action and I stepped out into the hallway, tiptoeing quietly down the stairs. Then into the kitchen.

Knowing my dad was on a mission and my mom and siblings are notoriously heavy sleepers, I chanced it with turning on my phone and going to my Spotify app, finding a Billy Idol song and hitting play after lowering the volume.

I danced around the kitchen, first scaling the counter and reaching up into the high cabinet I’d put my bottle of tequila in earlier after I’d been gifted it. Then I stepped over to the fridge and opened it, leaning in.

Still shaking my hips to the song, humming along quietly. Giggling, because I haven’t snuck downstairs for a midnight snack since I was at least my sister Lila’s age. I dug around in the silverware drawer until I found a fork and my mom’s corkscrew that she uses on her wine so I could pull the cork out of the fancy bottle of tequila.

Billy Idol gave way to Def Leppard just as I managed to get the bottle open. I raised it to my lips, taking a few sips. Nearly spitting it onto the floor. It burned. It burned so bad as it rolled down my throat and settled into a lazy heat in the pit of my stomach. I wiped my mouth and held out the bottle, raising a brow at it. “Thor wasn’t lying when he said it was ‘the best alcohol.’ earlier.” I muttered mostly to myself, sitting the bottle down.

Now to get the plastic lid from hell off the sheet cake. I bit my lip and tried to carefully pry it free, but that wasn’t happening. The lid crackled and the sound seemed to echo like a stereo on blast.

“Shit.fuck.” I grumbled, trying to grab it better and pull at it again. I flipped off the lid when I thought I heard a door opening upstairs. Raising the bottle of tequila to my mouth again, I took another long sip.

It burned slightly less. But I could feel my ears starting to get warm. And I giggled a little. This time, when I tried to get the lid off the sheet cake, it came away. Not quietly, but it was out of my way at last. I sprang up onto the countertop and crossed my legs, sitting the cake next to me. Reaching for the discarded plastic tiara that Lila had been wearing earlier when we blew out the candles. Sitting it on my head and pouting when it tried to slide off again. Giggling a little louder than I should’ve at the whole thing.

I spread a bite of the cake with my fork and just as I raised the fork to my lips and was about to take the bite, the kitchen was flooded with light. And for some reason, this only made me giggle and nearly drop the fork when I went to shield my eyes from the brightness.

I managed to avoid it, recovering nicely and slipping the fork between my lips. My eyes settled on the doorway, fixing on Pietro and the way he leaned in the frame, sleepily. Staring right back at me.

Go Fuck Yourself started to play and I wanted to melt into the kitchen tiles. As if there wasn’t enough lingering tension already between us. And then I remembered. I was sitting here, right in front of him… wearing one of his shirts. And not much else.

,, he won’t see me in his shirt, I said. It’s  cozy and I refuse to change just to go sneak some birthday cake and a few shots of tequila, I said. Clearly, I’m an idiot.” I thought to myself as he stepped completely into the kitchen. Slipping the pocket door closed behind him and leaning against it, an amused smirk as his eyes roamed over me slowly.

Deliberately.

He rubbed his hand over the back of his head and whether I wanted to or not, my eyes followed the movement of his hand, settling briefly on a muscular arm as the movement made it flex just slightly.

I stabbed the fork into my half of the cake again, raising the fork to my lips after speared a piece of the cake. I shifted around on the counter a little, letting both of my legs dangle over the edge, wiggling my feet. Antsy, but with no real reason as to why.

Neither of us was saying anything but we were both staring at each other. Intently. And that lingering tension between us? Settled in all over again; thicker somehow.

,, well, I did walk in on him after he showered earlier and promptly froze in place gawking at the poor guy… and he did nearly walk in on me changing the night before… then there’s all the little accidental touches. The flirty and snide way he says things sometimes. And that accent, dear god..” my mind was more than happy to remind me exactly why there was so much tension between Pietro and I lately, it seemed. 

Before I could bat a lash, Pietro stood in front of me. Stepping closer so that he stood between my legs, a hand resting palm down on the counter on either side of them. Neither of us had spoken a word yet.

I felt my breath catching in my throat.

He eyed the tequila bottle sitting to my side, completely forgotten in favor of the cake next to it for the time being. For some reason, I started giggling and I couldn’t stop. And despite all efforts, it wasn’t quiet, either.

Kissable lips curved upward in an amused sort of smirk. 

“You’re up late.” I muttered as my giggle fit died away and all I could do was gaze up at him, curious.

“And so are you, kotyonok.” Pietro stated, shrugging it off. His eyes left mine, settling on my lips. I barely managed to catch myself before I whimpered at his little lapse into his mother tongue. “You always call me that. What does it mean?”

“Kitten.” he answered with hints of that cocky smirk, shrugging as he said it and met my gaze all over again. His thumb rolled over my lower lip, coming away with pink frosting. When he licked his thumb and held my gaze while doing it, I gulped. Nearly choked on the bite of cake I’d just taken. His hand raised and he reached for the tiara sitting crooked on my hair, straightening it.

“So greedy, kotyonok.” he teased, chuckling quietly. I managed to mumble in response, “It’s a pretty damn good cake.” as I leaned in just a little closer. Cautiously.

There was a bruise on his jaw from his sparring session at the compound earlier. My fingertips grazed against it and before I could pull my hand away, his hand raised, fingers circling my wrist. Holding it there. Sort of nuzzling a stubbled cheek against the palm of my hand.

If I thought the air was thick before, I was wrong. It was so thick right now I could barely breathe, let alone think straight. He released his grip on my wrist and I dug the fork into my cake again, raising the fork to his lips. His mouth closed around the fork and as he took the bite and then licked frosting off his lips, despite all my best efforts, my eyes were absolutely glued to his lips and the way his tongue rolled across them slowly. When he groaned at the sugary sweet taste of the birthday cake, I whimpered before I could stop myself.

He studied me intently.

I reached out for the bottle of tequila sitting near me, taking another long sip. Grimacing at the contrast between sweet and bitter and the way the liquid burned it’s way down my throat all over again.

My legs brushed his sides and he tensed slightly. Didn’t drop my gaze or anything, he just tensed up. My heart was racing a little, there seemed to be this anticipation building up in me. Like something was about to happen. I just didn’t know what it would be, exactly.

“ I wanted to be here. Earlier. For your birthday party.” he mumbled as he leaned in closer. Almost putting my body completely against his own. I managed a smile and gazed up at him, my head tilted slowly. His hands left the counter top and settled on my bare thighs. Skimming over them as he held my gaze.

“It’s okay. I get it. Training.” I wondered what he was up to. But if I stopped to think about it, he was always more… Affectionate. Touchier towards me. I always get the sense that the little ‘accidental’ touches and the few times we lock eyes in a room together that it’s never exactly accidental. That he’s flirting with me. And I was warned by his twin sister Wanda that he could be a flirt for the most part, so I never really thought much about it beyond the way it seemed to frustrate me because it only made me want him more.

“ It is probably better I wasn’t on time. Now I can do this...” Pietro mused quietly. Biting his lip as bright blue eyes settled on my lips all over again. And he leaned in more. Closing the distance between our mouths just a little bit more when he did so. So close that when I licked my lips my tongue brushed right against his mouth.

And something in him snapped. One of his hands left my thigh and settled across the back of my neck. Pulling my mouth against his mouth. His tongue slipped past my lips. Tangled with mine. My legs wrapped around his waist and I melted against him completely. The kiss deepened and Pietro was scooting me closer so that I was clinging to him a little more than I was actually sitting on the counter, his hands skimming over my sides, groping my body and making me whimper quietly, the sound swallowed by the kiss.

I was starting to get light headed. We pulled away to breathe and he chuckled quietly. “If this were Sokovia, kotyonok.. I would’ve stolen you a gift.”

“Hm?” I gazed at him. Still a little dazed that he’d kissed me like that. Wanting to do it again so badly I could taste it. Before I could stop myself, I was hooking my fingers into his belt loop. Using the connection to pull him close all over again. The end result was him scooping me off the counter. Carrying me up the stairs as I rested my face against his neck, giggling quietly.

He pushed open the door to my bedroom and stepped inside, over to my bed. Dropping me gently onto the bed and turning to lock the door behind him. Tugging the tank top he’d been wearing over his head and letting it settle on my bedroom floor. I barely managed to keep myself from whimpering out loud. He came to a stop beside my bed and I sat up, raising my hands. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants in an attempt to pull them down only to have him shake his head no at me and gently push me flat against the mattress all over again.

He let his sweats pool around his ankles and my eyes settled on his cock and the way it stood at attention.

 I swallowed hard, my eyes widening as they met his. He settled on the bed with his body between my legs. His hands raised, taking hold of mine as his mouth crashed against my lips all over again and his tongue found mine, tangling with it. Taking complete control of the kiss as it deepened to a point where I felt myself getting light headed all over again. One of his hands let go of one of mine and made it’s way down my body. The kiss broke and as we were catching our breath he muttered lazily against my skin, “ Stop me. If you don’t want to do this, stop me.”

I was absolutely not about to stop him. The thought hadn’t even been entertained. Not as bad as I wanted him. I gripped his jaw, pulling his mouth against mine all over again. “No. I won’t. Because I want you. Please don’t stop.” 

His hands skimmed down my sides, fingertips catching in the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing, working it up over my body. Tossing it on the floor of my bedroom with the growing pile of clothes. His fingers caught on the sides of my panties, tearing them out of the way. Tossing them down onto the floor also. I licked my lips as I stared up at him. My gaze lowering when his hand left my hip and disappeared between our bodies, circling his length. Guiding it over my dripping folds and making me whimper quietly as a shiver raced through my body. He met my gaze, that cocky smirk playing at his lips as he teased at entry, making me shiver all over again, fighting to keep from whimpering out loud. His finger rested against my lips and he leaned down a little, muttering softly, “Shh. We don’t want to wake anyone.” as he buried inch for inch inside of me slowly. Going still when I tensed up a little, letting me adjust to his size. His lips burying in mine when I tried to rock my hips against him to get him moving again. His hands gripped my hips, pumping me up and down on his cock, making me arch away from the bed and try to cling to him, greedily pulling his mouth against mine all over again. Nipping at his lips as I met his deep and slow thrusts frantically. Trying to get him to speed up just a little as my orgasm started to build.

The soft creaks of the bed had us stopping, listening to make sure it wasn’t loud or obvious, laughing quietly against each other’s skin. He feathered little kisses against my neck and throat and my fingers dug into his shoulders as I gazed up at him and whispered softly, “I think we’re good. My mom and siblings could sleep through a level 5 hurricane.” After a second or two of him continuing to listen just to be sure, he started to fuck into me slowly all over again. His hips smacking softly against mine and the bed beneath us creaking softly.

“Oh. oh yeah.” my head fell back as his cock pistoned in and out, striking right against my spot, “Faster.” 

“Not tonight, kitten. Slow.” his mouth crashed against mine, swallowing up my pleas and whimpers and his hands slipped down, gripping my hips tightly so that he controlled the speed. My toes curled into my sheets, trying anything to get just a little more leverage and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails dragging up and down his back. I could feel my stomach tensing up. I was getting closer, dangerously so. All I wanted to do was cum but just like every other time before, Pietro seemed to pick up on the exact second I got just a little too close and he went still. Kissing me all over and muttering things against my skin in his native tongue. Rolling his tongue over my skin. Tracing the outline of my lips until I was lowering my hands and pulling his mouth against mine because I just couldn’t take the teasing anymore. 

He started to fuck me into the mattresses all over again. Slow and steady. Reaching up at one point to grab my headboard and keep it from banging any louder against the wall. His hips snapping against mine at an almost bruising steady pace. Bottoming out and as he did so, having to bury his mouth in mine just to keep me from moaning louder. Chuckling as the kiss broke to mutter against my mouth softly, “We have to stay quiet, kotyonok.” 

The look in his eyes and the smirk on his face told another tale entirely. He was relishing every single moan and whimper. He’d love it if I could scream.

I’d love it if I could scream.

I melted against him, shaking and clinging as I tried to keep myself from getting off. Dangerously close, poised right at the brink. His hips met mine erratically and he whispered against my neck “So close.”

“Let go, Pietro. Please? I..” my words fell away as bliss took over. His hands gripped my hips, guiding them against his as he started to pick up speed. Teeth nipping at my neck. Leaving small marks, but marks that I knew I’d barely be able to hide in the morning. The thought already had me smiling.

“You what?” he questioned, gazing down at me. Biting his lips as his eyes met mine and he bottomed out all over again, his cock drilling into my spot and making me nip at his neck and leave a mark of my own behind just to keep from screaming his name and waking up everyone in the house.

When I finally managed to get it out, “I wanna feel you.” he licked his lips as his eyes met mine. A soft smirk. He nodded. His hands squeezed my hip harder, pumping me up and down on his cock as my nails dragged down his back and my legs wrapped tight around his waist, squeezing as my orgasm ripped through me, making me clench tight around his cock, flooding it. It pushed him right over the edge and his thrusts sped. They got harder. I could feel him tensing up as he slammed into me and fucked me through my own orgasm, his cock throbbing. Filling me up as his thrusts slowed all over again and he pressed himself against me, crashing his mouth against mine. Our foreheads rested against each other, and as we tried to catch our breath and come down from the high, he collapsed into the bed beside me, pulling me so that I was draped over him. His arms going around me, his fingers dancing over my bare skin as he gazed up at me.

“Happy birthday, kotyonok.”

I smiled at him, nuzzling my nose against his nose. Cuddling against him as I let out a long and content sigh, totally relaxed. 

I was definitely not going to have any trouble falling asleep now...

[og-danny-dorito]

{Some Idia Shroud Headcanons}

hello i love him and want the best for Idia Shroud thank you very much

🎮 sleep deprived 24/7

🎮 it’s not even because he has a serious medical issue with his sleep, but his brain patterns have him hardwired to be more productive during the night and so he ends up staying up at ungodly hours just because it’s easier for him to work like that

🎮 usually he spends said time either playing games or working on his next project, which will either be a very well made game with the dumbest concept known to man or an intricate 3D model of his favorite anime character there’s nothing in between those two

🎮 oh yeah he likes anime btw

🎮 to assume that he DOESNT it a crime against humanity- the man plays video games, writes code, and is overall a huge ass nerd. to assume that he has never laid eyes on an anime girl in his life is heresy and i will not stand for it

🎮 there’s a bunch of animes in the TWST universe that he likes, but theoretically speaking if he were to have access to the ones popular in our universe i’m pretty sure that he would mostly gravitate towards action/horror/slice of life

🎮 yes, slice of life is included in there because this king will sit down and watch hours of Toradora! and K-On! then go right behind those two and watch some shit like Devilman: Crybaby and Corpse Party like it’s nothing

🎮 he doesn’t really strike me as the kinda guy who’s into shonen jump like Boku No Hero Academia and Haikyuu! but he still watched/read a few of them to have something else to share with his friends online

🎮 yes he has friends they’re just not in person most of the time

🎮 the friend group he’s acquired is this group of 6 dudes that all play games with each other pretty often but haven’t really met in real life and hang out on some discord servers together for different games

🎮 i’m convinced that they do streams together sometimes and that idia has acquired a good fucking portion of followers on the TWST equivalent of Twitch just because the videos are so funny

🎮 like, talking online comes super easy for him and he’s developed a more open version of his personality there that he feels isn’t suffocated by his anxiety when talking to people in person

🎮 he doesn’t show his face in the streams, usually turning off his camera and only speaking when he has to, but he makes up for it by being absolutely hilarious during streams and being so weirdly open that it makes him seem like a completely different person in real life

🎮 his tag is probably something like [ bloo_flame ] or something like that but ever since he got flustered at the name “blueberry” by one of the girls that played with them one time everyone’s started calling him that to tease him

🎮 i’m pretty sure that when he gets flustered his hair flares up like it does when he’s angry but a little less intense. it’s more like just a little POOF and his hair is burning brother than it had been before, his face almost matching the red color it presents

🎮 it’s kinda cute since he gets flustered pretty easily if it’s around someone he’s not sure how to act around like, in some cases, someone he likes

🎮 it’s very rare that idia will find romantic interest in other people, but the few times he has have been absolute nightmares for him

🎮 every time the person comes around he feels like his insides are turning to mush and his already twisted tongue becomes a knot of words he can’t get out of his mouth quick enough to play it off

🎮 he gets a little more open with them, dare i say affectionate, but that really just means that he isn’t outwardly opposed to touch like he usually would be and makes a conscious effort to seek them out if they’re nearby

🎮 i’m convinced he’s not straight so my guess is that he’s somewhere along the lines of demisexual panromantic or demisexual biromantic. he gets nervous around everyone that he finds romantic interest in but a little less in more masculine figures since he feels more accustomed to interacting with males

🎮 he’s still super respectful to girls or feminine people though since he was raised well so like he drinks his Respect Women Juice even though his brain short circuits when a girl/feminine presenting person talks to him

🎮 def a switch-leaning-bottom regardless of the gender tho. he probably gets pegged sorry i don’t make the rules

🎮 OH also before i forget he probably likes greek food a lot because like hades is from greek mythology and shit

🎮 like yeah his favorite food of all time is candy, but expect this man to have boxes upon boxes of greek takeout food around his room when his team is going through a tough level of something or he’s getting really invested in a project he’s doing

🎮 he’s one of those people who tend to loose focus of their surroundings if they work too hard, so it’s common that if he’s really deep into something he will completely neglect his need for sleep and cleanliness

🎮 it’s okay though, he usually keeps his room and house really clean since clutter and filth make him anxious so don’t worry about that kinda stuff happening too often

{ ~Thank You For Reading!~ }

[harryfeatgaga]

so nobody asked me but MY TAKE: i think the song is about fame and how he learn to deal with it? he loves the attention but it comes with goods and bads things, and you know when people have like this pre-made ideas about you and you feel you have to be like that to fit in and be successfull, i believe maybe now he's saying fuck all that because i realized it wasn't me and i need to be who be i want to be i don't care if doesn't fit your standart i think it's about his journey to stardom

YEAH I CAN DEF SEE THAT

Anonymous said: I‘m sooo happy that we have finally new music that literally forgot for a second that a whole ass album is still coming 🥵🥺

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anonymous said: ITS NUMBER 1 IN AUS NOW TOO AND KICKED OFF DANCE MONKEY THATS BEEN NUMBER 1 FOR WEEKS AND WEEKS, HIS POWER!!

YAAAAAAAA

Anonymous said: My dash has been at (+99) every fifteen minutes for the entire day, I can't look through the content fast enough, We have never had so much good content from Harry and this video is less than 3 minutes!! Seriously, the amount of stills and GIFs is a bit overwhelming... there's so much to take in, we need to make a masterlist of all the best GIFs, this is going to fuel our Harry filth for years to come...

OH MY GOD I KNOW

Anonymous said: I’ve been horny since last night when the video came out this is no way for someone to live I’ve literally never wanted him to throw me on a bed or bed me over a counter more than after this video y’all this is so unhealthy help me lol

MOOD

Anonymous said: Do you realize we are going to hear Lights up live soon???? Do you? Because I’m not ready!😩

ILL LOSE MY SHIT

Anonymous said: I hope there will be songs on the album that sound similar to hs1 🥺

IM SURE THERE WLL BE AT LEAST ONE

Anonymous said: I’ve played it 4 times at work so far and was crying so much I had to take a photo of myself and how ridiculous I look lmaoooo I’m SO glad I’m the only one here bcuz it was literally loud sobbing ... this man turns me into a mess

ITS JUST SO GOOD

Anonymous said: I just spent my hour long lunch break in my car listening to and watching Lights Up. It's have now been tattooed into brain where it belongs. Can't wait to sing the chorus parts back to H on tour. Can't even imagine what that's gonna sound like. -slut anon

BIG MOOD

Anonymous said: Tbh I hadn’t listened to HS1 in ages, but after last night I’m gonna be jamming to it + Lights Up until HS2 drops. Then I’ll have two (2) albums to jam to lmaooo

YAAAAAAAAA

Anonymous said: I hate the weather, Paige. These past few days have been nice for the most part. Just a few thunderstorms here & there. However yesterday, it started off warm like it has been, but then it got a bit windy & as the day progressed it just got colder & colder & by 10 o'clock it was fucking 38° 😭 Now today has been cold af (currently 46°). @ Harry: let me grind on you boi....I need the body heat

LMAOOO OH NO AND SAME ITS MISERABLE HERE TODAY 

Anonymous said: Paige, Niall flopped in the UK chart. He didn't even make top 40. I feel bad but like not because it was just another generic song.

RIP

Anonymous said: I've literally just went and activated my free 3 months of apple music so i can listen to it all the time.

GOOD

Anonymous said: In the beginning I thought he was preparing to fight someone.

LMAO

Anonymous said: I just click on the Harry Styles tag and the first thing I see is a larrie with the same name as me. I die a little inside because I don’t have a normal name and not a lot of people have it so then seeing a larrie have it hurts a little.

OH GOD

[outerspaceisbetterthannothing]

Hey! Congratulations, babe! You're hitting such a big milestone and I hope we can become friends!

Hey, Ash! Thank you so much and yes, of course, lets be friends! I love having friends and talking to them! My ask box and dms are always open, come talk about any stuff in the world! Sorry your ask took me so long, but it was a long ask also so lmao hope it’s okay!

🎸 - a playlist of songs which I associate with you [I went through your blog and that’s kinda mood i got, hope you like, these are some of my favorite songs]

Arctic Monkeys - Why’d You Only Call Me When You High?

Lana Del Rey - Off To The Races

The Kooks - Naive

Catfish And The Bottlemen - Pacifier

The 1975 - Sex

The Last Shadow Puppies - She Does The Woods

🌈 - a fic rec

cigarette by @cal-puddies [it is what it is i mean the hottest cal smut ever but it’s also the first part of a series so if you like this one, check out the next parts, they are pure gold and also the most delicious filth]

and a playlist to it

Lana Del Rey - When The World Was At War We Kept Dancing

Tom Grennan - Found What I’ve Been Looking For

Catfish and the Bottlemen - Outside

The Killers - Bones

The 1975 - Love It If We Made It

Florence + The Machine - What Kind Of Man

👑 - a personal 5sos photo/gif thread

i’m gonna make it a separate post and tag you in it not to make this one too big

✨ - a 5sos!au ship with a blurb of how you two met

Okay, so as i said i went through your blog and i’d say i def ship you with bad boy Cal. Bitch resting face, black clothes, cigarettes and strong liquor, the smell of danger around him. The type of guy to make all the girls’ panties wet.

How the two of you met:

Let’s say you’re in an underground bar/club. You’re here with some friends who begged you to go even though it’s not really your type, but some cool band was gonna play, so you agreed.

The place is sick, though a little frightening. You even heard some illegal fights are happening here on some nights, and some of the men inside look too dangerous for your liking. Especially the tall one at the bar. You spot him the minute you get inside. He’s easily towering over most of the people, dark leather jacket deliciously tight on his biceps, slight irritation on his face. He leans on the bar counter, nursing whiskey glass and talking to the bartender every so often. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk to anyone else or pick up a girl, just observes the crowd. You have to admit he’s ridiculously hot and, sadly, hasn’t looked at you even once.

You’re listening to the band with your friends and they’re surprisingly really good, so you mostly enjoy your evening. It’s getting really hot by the end of the set and you go up to the bar counter to get some water. The dude comes out of nowhere. One moment you’re asking for your water, next he’s already leaning over you, the smell of alcohol and sweat making you sick.

“A girl like you can do much better than just water,” he assures you. “Let me buy you a drink, sweetheart.”

You move a little from him, shivers run up your arms. “Thank you, but I’m fine with my water,” you answer, glancing at him and trying to sound as polite as possible in this situation. You know these types of guys, know you had to do anything not to piss him off. The only thing you don’t take in consideration was that your mere rejection is enough to piss him off.

“No need to be a bitch, I’m just buying you a drink,” he says turning to the bartender, “Hey, Mike, get that girl some gin.”

You try to say no to Mike, but the guy grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to him. “I said stop being a little bitch.”

You don’t have time even to start panicking, when a man’s hand lays on the dude’s shoulder. You hear his low, raspy voice before you see his frame behind that creep’s back.

“The girl said no, man. Have balls to accept it and back off.”

The creep lets go of your hand and slowly turns to the tall guy. Thankfully, bartender picks up a bat from under the counter, and that finally makes the dude leave without making it nasty. The tall guy looks at you, holding your water bottle and looking a little shaken and smirks.

“You shouldn’t be here alone, you know. Too pretty for this place,” he says but doesn’t try to come closer. His voice is everything you wanna hear for the rest of your life, low and confident and somehow soft, enveloping you.

You can feel your cheeks burning bright red. “Well, thank you…” you hesitate, but he comes to the rescue, again. “It’s Calum.”

“Thank you, Calum,” you say, “for saving me and the compliment.” He bows a little in a joking manner, you can see devils dancing in his dark eyes. “But I’m not alone, I’m with friends here.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen them,” he notes and looks exactly in your friend group direction. You blush even more. Was he actually watching you?

And at that moment you feel it with your whole body, the danger radiating from him.

“I guess, I should go back to them,” you mumble. “But thank you one more time.”

You basically run from him, feeling his look on your back and asking yourself if you’ve just done the biggest mistake in your life. Because no matter how dangerous he is, he’s also the hottest man you’ve seen in your entire life.

📜 - a 5sos blurb

As you haven’t specified it, let’s pick up the same bad boy Calum line, shall we?

So several days has passed, but you still can’t shake that Calum guy from your mind. You literally think about him any given moment and after you see him in a dream one night, you realise you have to see him again.

So after debating with a logical part of you, you set on going to that bar again. There’s no guarantee he’ll be there, of course. But you remember he was talking to the bartender all evening and think it might mean he’s not a rare guest at this place. And anyway, that’s the only idea of how to find him you’ve got, so… You even manage to persuade couple of your friends to go with you, so it’s not so scary and you won’t look pathetic sitting there alone. But as the evening comes your friends start to bail on you, making excuses at not feeling like going out or having some family stuff to take care of. You’re disappointed not to say more, but not ready to go alone, so, you guess, it’s just not meant to be. And you accept it, truly. At least you think so. Right until you find yourself entering that bar in your sexiest top and skinny jeans. You know you’re probably acting reckless, but you can’t help it.

You decide to stick to the bar counter this time, thinking that even if you don’t see Calum again, the bartender (the same you saw last time you’ve been here) won’t let anything bad happen to you.

You order a cocktail, not very strong, you’re here not to get wasted. And share a little chat with bartender Mike, who obviously remembers you and even jokes about how you’re his danger girl now, as you came again again after what happened before. You smile, he’s nice and you like his jokes. You start feeling more confident, even with feeling men around looking at you hungrily every now and then. You spend there around an hour, when decide to call it quits. You’re highly disappointed not to see Calum again, but maybe it’s for the best. Maybe the Universe just trying to tell you he’s not the guy for you.

You think about getting an uber, when the same low voice envelopes you.

“I thought i said you shouldn’t be alone here.”

You can hear his irritation, as he leans on the counter next to you, but at the same time you can see amusement in his eyes.

“Especially looking like this,” he says, giving your look a thorough checking.

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” you answer finishing your drink.

“Oh, please, do,” he chuckles as Mike puts his whiskey in front of him.

You turn to Calum, he’s in the same black leather jacket, his dark hair unrulier than before.

“So what are you doing here today?” he asks with a smirk playing on his plump lips.

You shrug, alcohol making you bold. “Maybe, i was looking for you,” you answer.

“Well, you’ve found me,” he muses, moving closer to you, “what are you gonna do now?”

You can’t take your eyes off his lips, they are so deliciously wet and inviting. You feel your heart beating so fast, hear the rush of blood in your ears. You know you’re moving way too fast, but fuck it if you care right now.

“Whatever you want me to,” you whisper before attaching your lips to him.

Thank you one more time for following! I hope you liked your blurb and ship and everything! Come talk any time! 🖤

Follower Celebration Week!

[illegiblewords]

Critical Role Campaign 2 Ep 10 Commentary

Not the deepest analysis, but putting comments under cut because not everyone stays up stupid late like meeeeee

- RIP Changeling theory I will admit my defeat as per previous post, still deeply amused I jumped straight onboard the freemason train but NO REGRETS

- I am a simple viewer, I like shipping but I do not require it and see no need to rush into things. That said, especially given Caleb really really wanted to bring Jester to the smut shop I am suspicious he is crushing on her some. People have been talking about Jester and Nott both like they’re children and people keep talking about Caleb like he’s old but I’m sitting here squinting because I see a group of adults dicking around enjoying their drugs, liquor, and petty theft. I would basically find Caleb/Jester or Caleb/Molly interesting at current standing, but mainly want to just see what happens. I don’t want the cast to just force ships into existence because of people jumping the gun (me included), I just want to see what ends up being interesting and making sense with the characters.

- Jesus christ people are so fast to hate characters/actors/etc. or declare them perfect babbus omg. Like I actually like Caleb more after the episode and I was kind of “huh” when he initially was rifling through stuff, but tags omg people were like “I want him to die” and I was like yooooooooooooooooo calm down. And then he gave like all the shit he looted to other people and I respect that his character went for honest afaik when talking one on one with people. That was sweet. I think he’s coming across shady to other characters a lot, he does have some legit shadiness, but my sense is he’s got decency in there. Also I respect the war mage theories, I think he’s def using filth and rags to disguise himself because he’s a notable person at this point, idk if it’s the whole story in my estimation but GONNA SEE. Aaaaaand I am not as devastated by the trusting no one deal tbh. I think it depends on context in many ways tbh, you can trust someone with one thing and not another. Also I think it’s significant--in order to trust someone, two (of prob more) factors imo are 1) they have good moral character and won’t use vulnerability against you 2) they are strong enough in their own issues to be someone you can lean on. Caleb having trust issues, I can get him being reluctant. He hasn’t known the party all that long, and trust is earned.

- Beau, Nott, and Molly were smooth-talker MVPs of the day

- Yasha flexing off poison was very impressive

- Mob bar was disappointing, one star rating, scathing online reviews.

- People are saying Fjord might be a kidnapping target for being a pretty half-orc, tbh I worry for the guy.

- But yeh, honestly rn idc if I agree with characters morally at all or not as long as they’re interesting and everyone’s been doing aight with that.

[snarkwrites]

tease me | tim speedle | mature.

Notes: 

So this is kind of picking up where my one shot for Tim Speedle that I wrote for Christmas left off... I just felt like revisiting them, maybe a few months down the road. When her Christmas visit has turned into an extended stay and they’re all nice and settled and stuff... I decided to write filth.

I needed this, okay? I needed it. Literally no one asked for this but I wanted it, so here we are. If I have to yearn and thirst, you guys gotta suffer with me.

Warnings:

First of all, this content is not made for folks under 18+ years of age. And if you’re not a fan of sexual content, you will not like this, I can almost certainly guarantee that. If you choose to continue reading beyond the warnings, this is your problem. I warned you up here what you were in for.

If you are sticking around, this contains : unprotected sex, oral sex - female giving, teasing / nude selfies, and a little bit of dirty talk. Body fluids. That’s about it, honestly.

Tagging:

@chasingeverybreakingwave​ 

@twistnet​ 

                               [ faq | tag list doc ] 

The excitement I felt was so great that my hands were shaking a little. As a result, it was harder to get that perfect image to send Tim. Finally realizing that I wasn’t going to be able to pose myself seductively enough and manage to hold the phone in my hand to take the photo at the same time, I slipped off Tim’s bed and slunk across the room, unzipping my suitcase.

Once I’d found my tripod and set it up, propping my phone on it and setting up a timer to take the photo, I hurried back to Tim’s bed, draping myself across it lying on my stomach. My legs poised so that my toes were up. My hair falling down to frame my face and just barely hiding my eyes and the covers on his bed doing an okay job at making the photo a little less full on risque.

The flash lit the bedroom momentarily and I got up, slinking over to where I’d placed the phone, inspecting the photo. Once I deemed it worthy of sending, I opened the text conversation I had going with Tim.

[ Blondie ] Good morning, handsome.

[ Blondie ] I hope your day’s going better today. I’m just here, waiting...

[ Blondie ] attachment

[ Blondie ] I missed you in bed this morning… and in me.

Satisfied that I’d stayed well within that fine line of sexy but not too over the top after I re-read my messages, I hit send on the last one and flopped across Tim’s bed, stretching lazily. The sunrise was just starting to peek through the floor to ceiling windows and I slipped out of his bed, wandering over to stand in them and peer out, my eyes fixed on the view of the beach across the street from his place.

I tried to imagine his reaction upon receiving the texts I’d just sent while at work in the crime lab and the thought had me smiling to myself a little.

Yeah, I realized that I was stirring things up, but I didn’t care. We were making up for lost time. Coming to Miami like I had on a whim around Christmas was hands down, the best thing I’d done thus far.

My cell phone rang on the bed and I hurried back over, pouting a little when one look at the screen revealed that it was my boss and not Tim like I’d been hoping.

I sighed and picked it up, answering.

I couldn’t keep putting off a permanent decision and I knew this. It was either here or there. I was either about to uproot myself and make the move to Miami a permanent one or I was going to have to set a date to return to New York.

And as I gazed out the window at the beach across the street, a thought hit me.

Home was wherever Tim Speedle was now. I couldn’t imagine going back to New York. I didn’t even want to think about it. So with that realization in mind, I spoke up, interrupting Rex.

“I’m not coming back, actually. I won’t be renewing my contract with your agency.”

“You’re quitting? You can’t quit now, doll… you gotta strike while the iron is hot. And right now, there are some major names in the fashion world askin about you.” - his words had me laughing and shaking my head, because for the entire time I’d been modeling and stuff, Rex was always saying this. My big break was coming any minute now, he just knew it. Or there were people asking about me.

Until, of course, they mysteriously stopped. And I was left with my photography studio as my sole source of income.And honestly, I just wasn’t enjoying the modeling thing anymore. I’d never really wanted to get involved in it in the first place. I’d gotten to a point where I took less and less jobs.

“Sure they are, Rex. They’ve been asking for me since I was 21 and I signed with you and yet… I haven’t hit my big break yet.”

“Hey, whoa.. What about that bit part in the soap opera I got you?” Rex reminded me.

 I choked on my laughter and shook my head, pacing Tim’s bedroom.

“It was for an unnamed coma patient. I didn’t even have any lines. All I had to do was lie in a hospital bed and moan occasionally.” I reminded him, clearing my throat and repeating myself, much firmer. “I’m not renewing my contract. I’ll be moving to Miami soon. I’m thinking about opening a photography studio here, actually.”

“Okay, fine. It’s your life, baby girl. You do you. I just hope this little fling of yours down in Miami doesn’t backfire, kid.” Rex replied and then promptly, he hung up the phone on his end. I eyed the phone in my hand before laughing and shaking my head. After I deleted his number, I dug around in Tim’s shirt drawer, finding one of his thin gray t-shirts and I made my way down the hall, starting to clean the apartment a little bit. By the time I finished and was lying in the sunshine down on the beach, a quick look at my phone revealed that he should be getting a chance to look at my earlier texts.

I found myself staring at the phone, practically on pins and needles at this point.

XXX

Eric Delko stepped into the Trace area of the crime lab where Tim was working. The radio was cranked up, blasting Def Leppard. That probably explained why Tim hadn’t seen or heard the texts he’d gotten, Eric mused as he picked up his best friend’s phone, wandering over to where Tim stood, analyzing evidence from an earlier crime scene.

He cleared his throat and Tim nearly jumped a foot into the air, turning to glare at him. Eric held out the phone and chuckled. “You’re getting texts, Speed. I came in to see if you were still up for grabbing a bite. Or if you had other plans.”

That last bit was said in a teasing tone that Tim picked right up on. But Tim chose not to take the bait. Instead, he grabbed for his phone and unlocked it, going straight for his texts.

And when he saw what she’d texted him over the course of the morning, he nearly choked on a sip of bottled water he’d taken. His cock started to strain against his jeans and Tim shuffled his feet, trying to will the situation down.

Eric, of course, was taking it all in and he chuckled, mimicking the sound of a whip being cracked. “You’re so fucking whipped, Speed.”

“I’m not whipped.” Tim grumbled, giving Eric the middle finger as he laughed and shook his head. He was used to the good natured teasing. And his near death experience not so long ago had shown him that life was too short to let everything bother him like he’d done prior to.

He tore his eyes off of Eric, letting them settle on the picture she’d texted him earlier. Biting his lip. Mental images of the night before -and pretty much every night since her surprise arrival at Christmas, flashing through his mind like scenes from an explicit movie.

“You’re staring at the screen in a daze, man. The only other reason you’d be doing that is… Oh hell… She’s sexting you right now, isn’t she?” Eric tried to peer at the phone but Tim combatted this by turning away from his friend completely and squaring up so that his shoulders blocked the view a little better.

Eric chuckled. “I’m gonna go wait in the hall. Give you two a little privacy.” he teased again before ducking out of the lab, door swinging shut behind him with a soft thud.

 And the second Tim knew for sure Eric was out in the hall and out of his hair, he smirked to himself, throwing caution to the wind to text her back.

,, Two can play this game, blondie.” he thought to himself as he fired off texts to her.

[ Speed ] Morning, baby girl. 

[ Speed ] It’s going. Definitely a Monday.

[ Speed ] I can’t wait to get back there, fuck.

[ Speed ] Fuck… I’m so hard right now. You realize you’re startin something right now, yeah?

[ Speed ] Baby girl, I miss being inside of you. Just standing here thinking about how wet you get for me… The way you moan my name so loud. 

[ Speed ] 8 o’clock. My bed. What you wear doesn’t matter because I’m gonna tear it off either way…

[ Speed ] I love you, baby girl. Only 7 hours to go. ;P

After he’d sent the last text, he took a few deep breaths to attempt getting himself under control all over again, and then he stepped out into the hallway, catching up to Eric who chuckled and shook his head. Tim gave a lazy shove to the other man and through laughter he questioned, “Why are you bustin my balls anyway, man? Are you not doing the same with Calleigh right now?”

“ You’re the one who really didn’t get around much before, Speed. I’m your best friend. Kind of my job to bust your balls about your new girl. Speaking of… Calleigh was wondering if you two wanted to do something as a group sometime. She really wants to meet her.”

Tim chuckled and shrugged. “I’ll ask her tonight.”

XXX

The sound of my cell phone going off beside me on the beach towel had me waking up from my lazy little cat nap. I sat up and stretched, grabbing for it.

I fidgeted a little as I read Tim’s responses to the texts I’d sent him that morning. Biting my lip, I eyed the time.

Six more hours now. I blinked in shock. Had I really taken an hour nap on the beach?

It felt kind of nice.

[ Blondie ] Oh, trust me. I know exactly what I’m doing, baby.

I decided to push things just a little further. Since he was teasing me right back. Fair is fair, right? I posed myself and raised my phone so that the camera managed to catch my whole body and I took the picture.

[ Blondie ] attachment

[ Blondie ] Ugh, you’ve got me so wet right now. I can’t stop thinking about the way it felt this morning when you had your head between my thighs. 

[ Blondie ] What if I don’t wear anything? 

[ Blondie ] Fuck… I wish you were here right now.. Those hands all over my body.

[ Blondie ] I need you. I’m aching right now, baby.

Taking a few deep breaths to center myself, I sent the last text and stood, gathering my beach towel and stretching. I needed to get back to the apartment and take a shower. My thighs clenched as the thought spurred forth a series of mental imagery that had me aching. Tim pressing me against the wall of the shower and hitting his knees, spreading my legs and licking me clean. The little bite marks he left behind that were starting to fade.

I made my way back to the apartment and stripped down, stepping into a nice cool shower.

XXX

His eyes settled on the clock on the wall and he tapped his fingers against the desktop impatiently. It felt like time was crawling by, almost moving backwards.

His phone buzzed against the wooden desk and he grabbed it up, putting in his unlock code. His eyes danced over the texts she’d sent back to him. He let out a ragged deep breath as soon as the attachment was downloaded and he could see her posing in that little neon pink bikini, biting her lip. His eyes roamed over the picture and he smiled softly for a few seconds before saving it. 

“Fuck. You’re tryin to kill me today, baby girl.” he mumbled, mostly to himself as he turned his attention to responding to the texts she’d sent him.

[ Speed ] You tasted so fucking sweet. I’ve been dying for another taste of you all day, baby girl.

[ Speed ] If you don’t wear anything, that just makes it easier for me. 

[ Speed ] I might have to take you against the door though.

[ Speed ] I’m so hard I could break right now, baby girl. Wanna bury my cock inside you so deep…

[ Speed ] I’m on my way. Just fifteen more minutes. The slowest fifteen minutes of today, apparently.

[ Speed ] I want you naked. Waiting on me in bed. 

After he hit send, he set to finishing up the remainder of his paperwork and once that was done, he couldn’t get out of the lab and back to his apartment… To her… fast enough.

The drive across town seemed to take hours and not minutes.

XXX

My eyes settled on my cell phone screen and almost as soon as I realized just how close it was to time for Tim to be getting in from work, the wetter I got in anticipation. My cunt was throbbing already. We’d been teasing each other all day long. That teasing had me beyond ready for what I knew was coming my way as soon as he stepped through the door.

I’d just put the spaghetti I’d made us both onto plates when I heard the door shut. His heavy soled boots hitting the floor beside it with a soft thud. I bit my lip and called out to him, “In here, baby.” so he’d come into the kitchen and I went back to setting the table.

His arms wrapped around me from behind and he nipped at the shell of my ear, muttering against it “Something smells good, baby girl.”

“Spaghetti… Nonna’s sauce, too.” I answered, turning in his arms to press myself against him. He melted into me, putting my back right against the edge of the dining table and his mouth found mine in a hungry and biting kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck and I whimpered as his hands wandered down, grabbing hold of my ass, squeezing and rubbing me against him. I could feel him straining against his jeans already and if I thought I was wet before, I could feel my thighs slipping right off of each other in seconds. One of his hands left my ass, wandering up the hem of the tee shirt I’d taken out of his drawer to wear after my shower. When his palm settled against my throbbing cunt, I whimpered, rocking against it, breathless. 

He growled into another deep and bruising kiss as soon as he realized exactly how wet I was. Wordlessly, he scooped me up and carried me down the hall to his bedroom, pushing the door open, not bothering to break the kiss. He placed me on the bed and followed me down, settling over me.

The kiss broke and he gazed at me hungrily.

“I made food..” I barely managed to gasp the words. He licked his lips and spread my legs, leaning down and muttering against my mouth as his hand skimmed the inside of my thigh and settled against my aching cunt all over again, “I know, baby girl.. But I’m not exactly hungry for food right now, ya know?”

My back arched as his hand squeezed my center and he rocked himself against my lower body, letting me feel his cock straining at his jeans, getting even harder. His lips trailed down my neck lazily and he mumbled against my skin, “There’s something else I wanna taste so much more right now…” 

As he moved down my body, I tried to reach down between us, giving an impatient tug at the waistband of his jeans that only had him stopping to meet my gaze, chuckling quietly as he shook his head. “Not yet, baby girl.”

“Tim, please.” I moaned out, squirming and rocking against him, desperate for any kind of friction. What I really wanted was his cock buried inside me, but I knew he wasn’t going to give me that yet. Not after I’d been teasing him all day like I had.

Now, he was going to tease me.

His teeth caught on the hem of the tee shirt I’d borrowed of his to wear and he tugged it upward, playfully growling as he did so. Pulling me up so he could pull the shirt over my head and tossing it into the floor of the bedroom. While he had me sitting up, I went for the button and then the zip on his jeans and rose to my knees, pulling him into a greedy and biting kiss as I mumbled against his mouth with a soft giggle. “It’s my turn now.”

“Oh it is, hm?” he gasped as my mouth broke from his and started to ghost down the side of his neck. I gently shoved him against the mattress and the lower my mouth worked down his abdomen, the more I could feel him tensing with each little kitten lick, nip or kiss I left behind as I worked my way down. I tugged down his jeans and the boxers beneath and his cock sprang free, making me moan. Tim raised up slightly, watching as I dipped my head, taking his cock in my mouth, dragging my tongue across the tip and then lazily down the vein that ran the length of it. He shivered and his hands dug into the comforter and tangled up in my hair as he bucked his hips against my mouth carefully.

I wrapped my mouth around his length tighter, taking him deeper in my throat and the grip on my hair tightened as he groaned and rocked his hips against my mouth more urgently. This only made me smile to myself as I pulled my mouth away, a soft pop lingering in the air after suction was broken. After I caught my breath, I wrapped my lips around his cock again, bobbing up and down. His fingers tugged at my hair, guiding my mouth deeper until I felt the tip of his cock starting to hit my gag reflex. His other hand clutches the blanket. I kept at it, his groans and quiet growls and the way he moaned his name only spurring me onward. Until he was tapping me to get my attention.

I licked my lips, wiping my mouth and he  was raising up, grabbing hold of me and pulling me up his body. 

“I can’t wait, baby girl. Gotta have you right now. Fuck.” he groaned against my mouth as he captured it in another hungry and frenzied kiss. He slammed me down on his cock, gripping my hips as he pumped me up and down and I whimpered, my head falling back and my cries shattering the quiet of the apartment as they echoed off the bedroom walls. My nails dug into his shoulders and upper back lightly, raking over his skin as he filled and stretched me with his cock. 

“Oh fuck, Tim.. Baby, yeah. Faster, baby. C’mon.” I pleaded as my orgasm built quickly to an intense level I almost couldn’t keep at bay. His fingers squeezed my hips and he bucked himself up into me from below. Raising a hand, he reached up, catching hold of my jawline. Pulling my mouth down against his and conquering it in a deep kiss. His teeth hooked on my bottom lip, tugging at it and scraping against it and I whimpered as he started to slow down right as I felt my body tensing up and I could feel my orgasm about to shatter through.

He sat up, mumbling against my mouth, “Not yet, pretty girl. Not yet.” as he started to fuck into me slower… deeper. My head fell back and I bounced up and down on his cock until his hands slipped down my sides, squeezing my hips and bringing my movements to a grinding halt. He tilted my chin so that I had to look down at him and his mouth dove against mine, muttering softly into the kiss, “Easy, baby girl. I’m so fucking close right now.” and licked his lips as we pulled apart to breathe.

His hands moved down my body, gripping my ass as he started to buck into me from below and pump me up and down on his cock all over again. Slower. Almost so slow that I could feel him sinking in with each thrust, inch for inch. I was begging, whimpering his name over and over as I tried to get us going faster again, but he chuckled, gripping my ass harder, keeping me as still as he possibly could and shook his head no.

“Tim, c’mon baby, I… fuck.” I whined, begging for release. He muttered lazily against my mouth in a low and husky whisper, “After all the teasing today, baby girl… I’m gonna take my time with you.”

A shiver passed through me as his lips danced down my throat lazily, his teeth latching onto my skin here and there, leaving little marks behind as he continued to slowly fuck into me and pump me up and down on his cock. His lips moved slowly along my collar bones and I gasped, my head falling back in sheer bliss as he started to fuck into me deeper, the angle making every single deep drive feel amazing.

I dragged my hands through his hair, tugging at it as I buried my mouth against his, just to keep myself from screaming his name over and over when he continued to fuck into me deep and slow, pulling me up far enough with each drive that I could feel inch for inch of his thick cock as it buried back inside of me all over again. My fingers dug into his shoulders and his upper back and he shivered, nipping at my breasts as he circled my nipples with his tongue, teasing them to points, blowing on them softly, making me whimper and squirm in his lap, trying to speed up the pace.

He stopped completely, leaning his forehead against mine, taking my face in his hands as he gave me a deep and slow kiss, his lips locking around my bottom lip and tugging gently as it broke again for us to breathe.

“Love you so much baby girl. Having you here is amazing, you know that?”

I remembered my decision and at his words, I beamed softly, muttered back against his mouth with a soft giggle, “I’m glad you think so… Because honestly, I don’t want to leave.”

“You don’t have to, baby girl.”

“I’m not going to, Tim.” I answered, watching as the slow and lazy grin played at his lips, tugging the corners of his mouth upward. His hands smoothed over my hair and he pulled me against him as he started to fuck into me again.

Slow and deep. Lazy thrusts. He meant every single word of what he said when he’d told me earlier that he was going to take his time with me. And after my little surprise news, I could feel him relaxing.

I felt more relaxed too. I’d been feeling that way since I decided to stay earlier in the day.

We had all the time in the world now and I didn’t want to waste a single second of it…

I just wanted to enjoy being here, with him.

Because wherever Tim Speedle was, I knew that was where home was for me.

I gripped his face in my hands, pulling his mouth back against mine, pleading for my release. I ached for it. “C’mon, Tim, please baby?”

His grip relaxed on my body and I started to bounce up and down on his cock faster, whimpering and moaning, dragging my fingers over his back and through his hair as my orgasm shattered through, leaving me shaky, my walls clamping his cock as I rode out my high, milking his cock as it started to throb and he started to fuck into me harder and deeper, bottoming out, capturing my mouth in a deep and lasting kiss as his own orgasm took over and he filled me up.

“Feels so good, baby girl, fuck. I love the way it feels when you’re coming for me. You take me so well.” 

I deepened the kiss, my hand resting across the back of his neck as I did so. As we slowed to a stop and sat there, kissing and touching, he tilted my chin, making me look at him. Rolling his thumb over my bottom lip as he gazed at me in sheer adoration and I gazed right back at him in the same way. My eyes settled on the scar he still had from the life saving operation after he’d been shot and I lowered my lips, feathering a kiss over the wound. He chuckled, tilting my chin up, biting his lip.

The growling of our stomachs had us sharing a look, bursting into quiet laughter and Tim muttering quietly against my mouth, “That spaghetti’s cold by now. Want me to reheat it?”

“Yeah.”

He captured my mouth in another lingering kiss and mumbled against my lips with a chuckle “stay right here, baby girl. I got it.” as he let me settle into the bed and slid off, grabbing his boxers and slipping them back on, making his way down the hall and into the kitchen.

I smiled to myself.

Yeah, this really does feel like home.