#welp that escalated quickly hmmm?

[latelyanobsession]

Hi lovely!

How about a bathtub smut w dom billy.

He comes home after a long day at work, sees u in the bathtub and wants to get in. But u tell him he has to be the little spoon. He reluctantly agrees and lays onto your chest. You seduce him and give him a handjob, he tries to maintain his dominance.

After the handjob he manhandles you so that your now laying against his chest, and makes you squirt.

reading this i just 😮‍💨👌

first off. you better have extra towels around because water is gonna be... everywhere. and second, you best have been on your best behavior lately. this boy? the little spoon? in a bathtub no less? you better be real good at sweet talking. maybe bat those eyes once or twice for good measure.

i always reserve so much admiration for individuals who can pull off anything in a tub or shower bc that shit is a hazard!

it's been a real shit day he admits.... and god the bath looks so inviting, especially with you in it. he's sore all over and the steam rising above the water paired with the way it laps over your skin is just calling to him. just this once .... he'll do it. pouting, but playfully as he slides in front of you. you better put those hands to work, "my shoulders are fucked." he groans audibly as you work your palms along his back.

maybe he's enjoying this a little too much, sinking into the sudsy water. leaning his weight against your torso as he hums contently. dare he admit that this was a good idea of yours? his eyes are heavy, getting drowsy when you pounce. he takes a full second to realize where your hands have wandered off to. slow lazy strokes and warm open-mouthed kisses bringing him to full attention. his head tipping to your shoulder looking at you. eyes daring you. if you get yours? i'm sure as hell going to get mine...

you brazenly continue. pulling and taunting. teasing him with your finger in all the places you know make his hips stutter and his jaw hitch. thumb rubbing in small circles just below the crown. "kn-knock it o-off. fuuuuck!" he warns, trembling. his hands tossing out to the sides and gripping the tub walls. you don't. caressing down his length smoothly only to lay on pressure as you inch towards the tip. your grip growing narrower. the water is sloshing. he's fighting it, but you can see it on his face. his knuckles turning white against the porcelain tubside he's gripping for dear life as he comes apart. his jaw clenches tight, the vein in his neck prominent as he thrusts in your clutches. a harshly bit out, "fuck, fuck!" panting and defeated.

moments pass before his head turns eyes blazing on you. "c'mere!" he rasps gruffly, reaching around and yanking you from out behind him, water shifting in all directions from out of the tub. "don't move..." he warns you, looking down at you as he pins you against his chest. wrapping his legs over yours and pinning your legs as wide as they'll go in this enclosed space. you're in for it now.

if you let out any kind of whine he doesn't mind. hell, he may even prefer it, as one hand roughly clamps itself over your sex and the other wraps comfortably around your throat, his thumb and forefinger guiding your chin up to look at him. "my turn" he states mockingly, thrusting two fingers inside you. waves of water are already churning up, you're not holding still nearly as well as you should be. he's smiling at you, that awful sickeningly sweet grin when he knows he has you. you're scrabbling, hands clutching at him. but it's like your mind can't decide. for a moment you'll pry at his grip on your neck and a moment later you're feebly pulling at his arm thrust between your legs. and all the while you aren't fully registering that your hips are bucking in tandem with each curl, each pull, and every twitch of his fingers.

the room is filled with noise. your panted moans and half-hearted protests mixing with splashes and echoing off the corners and drowning your already overstimulated senses. he's pressing his fingers deep and harshly within you. making you wail. abusing that one spot that makes you see spots and your gut draw up tight. "p-please" you beg only to be answered with a deep growl. a nip on the nape of your neck. you can feel that tidal wave coming. "billy please" lips sucking rough blooms onto your skin and climbing up your neck.

"say you want it" he rumbles low in your ear. "say it" the pressure isn't letting up but it's not enough. "i want it.. ple-please! please!" he adds a third finger and increases his pace. dragging his digits roughly against your insides, pressing them taught against your walls. you keen, head falling back on his shoulder as you release. you're lightheaded, catching your breath as the water drains from the tub. a towel wrapping over your shoulders and a set of arms helping you out.

"dry off..." he says "im not done with you yet."

[fishthegenderwitch]

Me reading a new fantasy book recently:

"Hmm.. this is a little bit written weakly."

"Hmm.. this paragraph had some things escalating quickly in an unbelievable manner to the pacing already established."

"Hmmm.. the past couple chapters have felt lacking but the IDEA™ of this story is good."

-3/4 of the way through this story set in a fictional, magical fantastical realm with no prior reference- *mentions the protagonist drinking coffee to stay awake* "WELP I'M DONE."

[serenephenix]

VLD4 E3

Okay, onto the next ep!

Hmmm... wonder what Haggar/Honerva was doing exactly. It’s clear she’s still possessed (the eyes are a dead give away) but maybe with the return of her memories she is already starting to fight the alien entity, albeit unconsciously?

We’ll see I guess.

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I would almost feel bad for that commander... Lotor played his cards pretty well. Good thing Haggar is a lot more suspicious than her fellow druids.

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Is that Slav I spied? O_O

Hey, you don’t go stepping on the gorgeous man! That’s like 30 different kinds of rude!

... Shiro... not every civilian can join the fight... that’s not how you should look at them... This really does not sit well with me and makes all kinds of uncomfortable. Please drop that attitude fast.

...

I will never get over how happy everyone is to see Pidge coming back. And the mice! The mice! They are the best.

...

Matt, you could have at least shed that old, ratty coat...

Lance casually leaning onto Hunk gives me life.

And yes Matt, I agree, Allura is a goddess.

It’s actually pretty ironic how it’s Lance giving him the stink-eye for his advances lol But it also makes me sad? I’d hoped they might become pals... Guess it wasn’t meant to be... ):

Yeah Shiro, show him how a reunion’s done right! None of that handshake nonesense!

Pidge’s eargeness to show Matt around the Castle has to be THE cutest thing. Look at the excitement and happiness. You more than earned it. Both of you...

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I wonder how much of Zarkon can really be left in that shell that his body has become, especially now that he is hooked up to quintessence like that.

Who knows whether that interdimensional monster thingy will erode him even further now?

Well... nothing greater than family loving each other to the point they’d kill one another?

Zaggar is not a happy and healthy ship. That much is obvious.

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I love how Pidge does not even bother to explain why there’s a cow on board.

I? I seriously wonder what Matt has eaten to consider food goo tasty... I probably, really don’t wanna know...

Pidge... your room is a mess. Also? Is that the Lance trashaladin? And some of those fluffy cotton balls? Do they need food? At all?

I have so many questions...

Hunk is a generous and beautiful chef. And a genius. I can see that they are going to bond. ... which would explain Lance hanging out by himself in that clip... I made myself sad without meaning to.

Alteans are hardcore. That fact is non-negotiable.

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And cut to Lotor!

Working on that spacecraft I see.

Otherwise, nothing much happening. Scheming and teaming up if anything.

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Coran, Allura... that’s not how it works. But please go on, it’s adorable to watch.

I mean, to us it’s nothing new that communication between humans and animals is difficult.

It might have been interesting to see whether there is a difference between how Alteans might have communicated with such species. There also must be aliens in that vast universe that just do not communicate by talking but welp... let’s give up on alien introspection and worldbuilding and just enjoy the kids show.

It’s endearing how they are trying to butter her up.

That escalated too quickly for them :’D

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And back to the pruple guys (i’m gonna get whiplash with all the hither and wither)

Oh no... family reunion. Not the awkward kind. The deadly kind.

Wow... Lotor really can drivel. And he’s not being subtle, which is probably where all the fun lies.

For all that it’s worth: he really is a damn good actor. Could have almost fooled me.

Zarkon. You are the legit biggest douche-canoe. What have we learned from the last time you didn’t listen to your wife? Nothing apparently.

There is something fishy going on between Haggar and Narti. I wonder if Kova is involved?

Lotor is pretty thorough. Too bad it probably won’t matter, considering that shot we just had with Narti and Haggar.

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Wow. This is actually a really good plan.

And I love how they’ve obviously already covered the whole alternative realities mayhem.

Ah! Spoke too soon. Matt is jealous.

But Hunk is right. Not a very good alternative reality. Nope.

Yes Matt. Be proud.

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And here we have how to cow!

It’s still kind of depressing how Lance holed himself up.

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“Are you fired?” Yeah, I guess that’s one way to put it, Ezor.

And yup. Was right. Mindswished by the witch.

...

Well, now they are in trouble.

Good thing Haggar is there to clean up Zarkon’s mess. What an idiot.

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I have not understood a single word of this during this first watch but that won’t stop from being hella proud of my babs.

Shiro has a point. And I’m not just saying this as an audience member.

(I will not get over that smile Lance gave Matt when he praised Pidge)

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The lions have extra seats?!

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Wow. That was cold.

But quick and painless.

...

I mean, I can see them being sad and torn up about the loss but it’s hard to really feel bad about it.

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The plot thickens and the chase begins.

Let’s see where it takes us.