#you read me to filth with the tags btw

[mollyrolls]

ignore that this is an ask and not a text i wanna see the tags u accompany this with but now that ur halfway-ish done with mha what r ur top 5 moments/arcs

tumblr my no 1 op bc i wrote a whole ass thing on my phone and then it just would not post! so trying again

MHA SZN 1-4 SPOILERS BELOW CUT:

hawks intro bc im a slut

eri and everything that had to do w eri. the overhaul fight was easily my favorite arc and fight so far it was just so good. she is simply a girl who likes candy apples and i would DIE FOR HER

izukus first training arc. i love him as a mc he is winning the fight against main character being overshadowed in an anime. maybe this is a boring take but man it was just really good! i like seeing mcs fail and struggle ( a theme you might notice in my fics lmao)

moving into dorms, for many reasons. aizawa in a suit.

im jk but that episode was just so good in my opinion? like esp after the all for one fight they needed a way to return to normal and i think they did such a good job. it was really endearing to all the characters and i was like 'oh my god they really are just kids'

5. bakugo ochaco sports fest fight. idk if i liked the whole thing enough for it to be a favorite arc but yeah i liked that fight a lot. i love ocacho and it was so good to see her be a character before she got reduced to just liking izuku

honorable mentions

jiros song for the festival bc she is number one babygirl and the english VA absolutely devoured that

todoroki origins bc he is also babygirl

licensing exams

i feel like this is a kinda mundane list but i dont really care. i like the slice of life aspect as much as the fighting and the sol is what i remember more. i didnt like the internships and i didnt like stain, so thats all of szn 2 out of the picture lol

[artists-ally]

{Confess Your Lust} Reader x Azriel

You all can thank @riddlesb1tch for this. I have no regrets. It's just pure filth, but I know my whores like this 🥰 Rose this is all for you so you're the only one I care about liking it. Hope you all enjoy, title is from this song. highly suggest listening to while reading btw

Word Count: 4,682

Warnings: SMUT. Minor Dom/Sub concepts, bondage, degrading, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, Az is your pretty little good boy and you're gonna let him know ;)

Tagging: @riddlesb1tch @thelov3lybookworm @librafairy @needylilgal022 @bubybubsters @harrystylesfan2686 @justdreamstars @cyrygher @berryzxx @thehighladywrites @xaithings

Summary: Azriel requested a very special birthday present. And who were you to tell him no.

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“Cassian, as long as I’ve known you, you’ve gotten me a dagger for my birthday.”

“Yup,” he grins. 

“You know it’ll never suffice to Truth Teller, right?”

“An Illyrian can hope,” Cassian sighs, a relaxed smile on his face. “I know they all go in a drawer at the bottom of your dresser.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, but thanks his brother anyway. He appreciates them, but they hold no candle to the pretty piece of steel sat on his thigh.

Mor had gifted him a new pair of boots and a matching belt to go with them. They were of sleek leather, polished so well he could see his distorted reflection in the curve of the toe. He might have to set them aside for a special occasion so he doesn’t ruin them with training and missions. 

Rhys and Feyre gifted him a custom made weapons display case. It had racks and shelves for all his favorites, as well as drawers for the ones Cassian constantly gifted. It was complete with a throwing pad on the side to practice different strikes as well as a sharpening stone. He’d never admit to anyone but himself, but it made the back of his throat string. 

Amren promised him a night out at Rita’s, and coming from her it was quite generous. 

Buy my gift… it was something to be shared between my mate and no one else. They didn’t need to know the secret behind the look in my eye. It was waiting at our newly constructed home, just like I promised. Just like he had asked. 

“That’s it from us, I don’t see another one here,” Cassian looked around the rubble of discarded bags and decorative paper, not finding any other boxes. “Did Yn already give you hers?”

“No,” I said, sipping my glass of wine. “It’s back at the house. But he already knows what it is.”

“He does?”

“He does?” Azriel furrowed his brows, clearly not remembering the conversation the two of us had several months ago. 

Azriel sauntered into the dining hall, hands fisted at his sides, wings tucked in close. “Can I talk to you?”

The sudden spring of worry in his eyes made me put down my book, following him to a nearby couch to sit on. 

“What’s up, my love?” I asked tenderly, locking a piece of hair behind his ear. 

“If I asked you to do something for me- to me… would you?” 

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Az,” I cocked my head to the side, getting a better look at his eyes. Those wicked shadows blocked some of his tan skin, so I gently nudged them out of the way.

“I umm- I was thinking that we might change some things up. I’ve had a lot of thoughts about these things and I want them. And I want to see if you could want them too.”

“Okay,” I nodded, waiting for a response.

“I want to try using some toys. On me.”

Well, that is not where I thought this was going to go at all. Utterly shocked, but not opposed to the idea, I asked him to elaborate. And by the Cauldron did he. He went into detail of what he wanted, why he wanted it, how he wanted it… it sounded like a dream come true. 

“I’m so happy you told me about this. Yes, I’d be more than happy to fulfill these fantasies with you,” I smiled eagerly. “I promise I’ll make it special for you. Just like you did for me.”

Azriel still didn’t seem to get it, so I flashed a mental image down the bond, watching his brows unfurrow and raise up his face. It was almost ridiculous how far they went up. Nobody else said anything as they watched the interaction. 

“Oh.”

“Oh… what? What did she get you?” Rhys prodded his brother, Azriel not breaking our eye contact. I just smirked, winking in his direction before turning back to the wine. Mor spared me a curious glance, but I gave away no details. The others didn’t need to know what happened behind those closed doors. 

“Just something to play with later,” Azriel swallowed, throat working down and then back up. Only I would be able to note the change in his scent. “Time for pastries?”

I giggled as he deflected the question and moved onto another topic. It was another hour or so before anyone made a move to leave, but as soon as Cassian rolled out, his hands were all over me. 

“Are you being serious?” His hands were cupping my cheeks, a desperate plea to his voice. 

“Of course, my shadow. Go on up, get yourself ready. I’ll be up in a little bit, okay? Send word when you’re ready,” I instruct, moving out of his reach to begin cleaning up some of the mess left behind from the small party. 

“Won’t you come do it for me?” His strong arms wrapped around me, the soft scent of his wings wafting in the air. “I could really use your help.”

“I thought you wanted me to take control?”

“I do, that’s why I-”

“Didn’t I give you an order?” 

“Y-Yes, I just wanted-”

“Then go. Don’t make me ask again, Azriel.” 

“Yes my lady,” he obediently replied. I watched him go up the stairs, shadows lingering behind before darting after him. Once I heard the door click softly shut, I continued my work around the living area and the kitchen. I didn’t have any desire to be cleaning, I just needed to build up some tension. For this to work as he wanted to, I needed to do the unpredictable. Which would be really fucking difficult since he is basically progammed to know every turn and corner. 

I threw out trash, packed dishes in the sink, scrubbed them clean and put them away. About five minutes ago he sent a shadow curling my way, enticing me up towards the play room. I ignored the urgency of the call, deciding I’ll go when I want to. And he’s just going to have to wait. 

Azriel isn’t the most patient creature in this world, that’s for damn sure. 

Making him wait this long would be torture. 

Precisely how I wanted it to be. 

Finally, after another ten-ish minutes of stalling, I make my way upstairs. Purposefully being as loud as I can without stomping up the stairs. My heels click gently across the hard stone. As I near the door, I am hit with a wave of arousal coming from the room. It’s thick and tastes devine on the back of my tongue.

The sight of him sitting in the chair, wings facing me, arms ready and waiting behind his back is a marvelous sight. I can’t help but smile. He looks so pretty. 

“I thought you forgot about me,” Azriel said, a smirk in his tone. “Is it time for my present yet?”

“So impatient, all of you Illyrians,” I snorted, rolling my eyes as I made my way to the wall in front of him. Hung up, there were various toys and playthings. All could be used for pleasure or pain, depending on the mood. “You’ll get it when I say you do. Give me your wrists.”

I held the bundle of rope between my palms, stalking back over to Azriel in his chair. As I pass around to where his hands are locked behind his back, I make sure to tell him he’s allowed to safeword if and whenever he needs to. 

“I know, my love, thank you. I know you’ll take care of me,” he smiles gently, offering his lips.

“You asked to be overwhelmed, so I’m not going to stop unless you give me the word. I want you begging me to stop, remember? You’ll sound so pathetic and pretty when you whimper,” I smiled sickly sweet, pecking his lips with my own. “Ready?”

He gave a firm nod, hazel eyes locking on my body as I pulled away.

Back at the wall, I open the drawer in the chest, finding those two boxes I hid away weeks ago. How he never found them, I’ll never know, but I’m so glad. One was a vibrating cuff. The other was a dildo. 

After taking them out of the box and sanitizing them, I left them there for Az to see, but not to use yet. No, I wanted the anticipation to do the work for me. Rather than giving him what he wanted, I made my way over to him and trailed my fingers around his frame. 

Every flick of my finger sent goosebumps slithering across his skin. Up his neck… down his arms. That sensitive place between his wings twitched as I trailed through it, delicately applying pressure on the muscle. 

“Fuck, baby you… you can’t tease me like that.”

“I think I can do whatever I want,” I replied. “You are tied up at my mercy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Good boy,” I smiled, threading my fingers through his thick hair, latching onto his scalp. I pulled to the side, watching his body move with the force. His chest rose and fell, I could feel his heartbeat down the bond. Wicked. Powerful. Anticipating my next move. 

I slid into his lap, feeling just how much he needed me through his pants. I leaned just far enough away that he couldn't capture my mouth with his. He tried twice to kiss me, but each time I leaned away, a sick smile on my lips. 

Azriel scoffed, “I just wanted a kiss.”

“I know you do, but I didn’t give you permission, did I?” I mocked, leaning in closer and closer. “Your pleasure belongs to me tonight. I decide when you get what you’ve earned. And all you’ve done so far is complain that I haven’t given you anything. That’s not how good boys behave is it?”

I can see the fire in his eyes, those two sides of his personality fighting each other head on. This desire inside him to be taken care of, to be set free by my control versus that blistering need to be in control of everything. 

I’ll break him free with my bare hands if I have to. 

“Don’t be shy, my shadow. You can say it, it’s okay. No one can hear you besides me. Unless you want everyone to know just how much you need me.”

“I’ll behave,” he recites quickly. “Please.”

“Look at you, begging for it already,” I smirked, standing up from my place in his lap. He groans, cock clearly straining against the fabric covering his legs. 

I circle him. Like a predator to its prey. “You look so pretty tied up, my shadow.”

“When I asked you to play with me, I didn’t expect to be tortured.”

“Tortured?” I spun around to see his hazy eyes. “Oh, my sweet love, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already begging? Don’t be so pathetic, Azriel. You can take more, can’t you?” I nodded his head for him, fingers fisted in his hair. “Yes you can, good boy.”

I quickly walked around to see his pink cheeks, heated with humiliation. I had no intention of going easy on him the first time. 

In a swift motion, I sheathed the blade at his thigh, cutting away his pants, leaving him just in his undershorts. He gasped, eyes going wide as roughly pulled them down his hips. “Y-Yn what are you-”

“Quiet,” I demanded. 

Azriel shut his mouth, panting heavily as I fisted his cock in my hand. His head tipped back in pleasure, and I almost let myself enjoy it for a second before I ripped my hand away. Those fierce hazel eyes were back on mine in an instant, silently begging for more. He made a wounded sound when I walked away, grabbing the vibrating cuff from the dresser. 

“Let’s play a game, okay? I put this on, and you aren’t going to cum. If you take it like the good boy I know you are, then I’ll give you something else to play with. If you cum… well, you’re just not going to stop.”

Azriel looks genuinely afraid. Like I might break him if I go through with this. I’ve never wanted to break something so badly just to put it back together again. 

I kneel in front of him, spreading his knees apart. I can see the generous amount of gel he’s used to work himself open for later. His body is glowing, vibrating with tension. I spit on his dick, enjoying the sight of him flinching as it hits his hot skin. 

Being extra agonizing, I blow some cool air on his tip to really watch him jump. I giggle, sliding the cuff over his length. The pale blue color is a stark contrast to his bright red skin. There is a button near the bass to turn it on and to switch the intensity. The gentle purr of the toy comes to life with a quick tap, and Azriel damn near falls out of the chair.

“Relax,” I say, forcing his knees down. I looked up at him, chest unmoving as he held his breath. “Breath Azriel.”

“I- I can-can’t,” he chokes. “Fuck Yn, it’s too much.”

“It’s only on the first setting, you’ll get used to it. In thirty seconds I’m going to put it on the next setting,” I warn, watching the way his body quivers slightly. 

My mates eyes are slammed shut, teeth clenched together. His cock gently pulses with the vibe, slick trickling down his shaft in a steady stream. To be a little extra mean, I run my tongue up the length.

“Oh gods Yn…” he pleads, head tossed back. His chest is on display, perfectly cut muscles constricting with every breath. 

“You’re being so good, Azriel,” I praise, relishing in the way his body relaxes into the words. “Just a little longer.”

I stand, walking to the corner of the room to the closet. I quietly wheel out the next part of his surprise, setting them aside for when I need them. When I come back, I notice the sheen of sweat lining his chest and torso. It glimmers in the low light, catching at all the right angles. 

I stroke my hands up and down his shoulders, working the tense muscles. He relaxes into my body and I travel further. Over his chest, over his abs, down his thighs. When I reach his cock, I press the next button and turn up the intensity. 

Az growls. In a way I’ve never heard him before. He curls in on himself, kicking his feet against the floor. 

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Azriel. I know you want to be my good boy and take your birthday present so well. You’re gonna take it until I tell you you’ve had enough.”

“It feels so good,” he moans. His thighs are shaking, his cock flushed almost purple. “M-More.”

“And now you’re begging for it? Gods, Az you are so easy for me. I’m sure if you'd found this before tonight, I would’ve caught you with it, huh? So fucking desperate.” I can’t help but tease him, he makes it so easy. And he is being so good for me, why not give him what he wants? “You asked for more, Azriel.”

I click it up another notch, watching the way it sends shock waves through the muscles in his thighs and abs. He’s open-mouth panting now, unable to take a breath without whining. He starts shaking his head back and forth, eyes blinking rapidly. 

“You’re not allowed to cum, Azriel. I didn’t give you permission.”

My reminder makes him sob. “Please, please Yn. Fucking please let me cum. Fuck I-I can’t- Yn I can’t-”

“You’re going to,” I demand, pushing the hair out of his face. “Because I told you to. You wanna make me happy, right? I won’t be happy if you cum. You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?”

He shakes his head no rapidly, sweat dripping down his face. 

“Then don’t cum. It’s not that hard.”

Azriel cries out, the noise coming deep within his chest. He tries to cross his legs to relieve the pressure, but I force them to stay open. He shakes and writhes, wings slanted behind his back in a mess of shadows. He cannot sit still, but I don’t reprimand him for it. 

The room is filled with the sound of his harsh breathing and the hum of the vibrator. It’s filled with the scent of his sweat and breath. 

“Yn- Yn turn it off.”

“No.”

He curses, a colorful menagerie falling from his wet lips. “Please please please please please please.”

The sound of him begging, truly begging, makes me grin in a sinister way. This is exactly how I wanted him. A whimpering, desperate mess for me to play with. 

I turn it off. 

Azriel blows out a breath, body still writhing. His cock stands tall, a deep shade of maroon. I know one flick of my tongue would send him over the edge. And having that kind of power over him feels incredible. 

After letting him rest for a second, I decide it’s time for some real fun. I pluck the dildo off the dresser and stand in front of Azriel, waiting for him to look up at me. When those hazel eyes meet mine, they’re glassy and full of pleasure. Almost too much. He looks drunk with his cheeks so rosy and ears flaming red. He looks so adorable all fucked out like this. 

“Stand,” I commanded, watching the words register on his face. 

His knees tremble, but he manages, stretching his taught legs. The sight of him shaking so vividly would normally scare me. But right now it's… it's beautiful. I made him this way, and this ache between my legs couldn't be stronger. 

The cup on the end suctions to the metal chair when I place the dildo down. “Sit.”

“Yn-”

“Sit,” I snapped, eyes hardening. Azriel swallowed, looking from me to the chair and back. “Don’t make me ask again. I told you to sit. So sit down. Now.”

He turned back around, standing above the chair. Slowly, incredibly slowly, he lowered himself to the chair. His arms were bulging against the ropes, veins running along his biceps throbbing with his pulse. But he sits. All the way down. 

With a proud smile, I drink in the way he sits. It's so rigid. His chest barely moves with his quick breaths. His eyes are screwed shut. 

“Azriel,” I taunt, my voice sickly sweet. “What's got you breathing so hard, hmm? Are you in too much pleasure? Does it feel too good?”

His mouth gapes open, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“You’re at a loss for words with how good you feel. So fucking pathetic, completely fucked out the first time you’re taking a toy?” I click on the vibrator again, starting at level two. He thrashes, then grunts, tossing his head back. “You can take it. You’ve been such a good boy. You’ve been pleasing me so much, Azriel, did you know that? You’re making me so happy. Keep being a good boy and I’ll let you cum.”

“Yn…” he breathed, head falling back to meet my eyes.

“What do you need, my shadow? More? You want more?” He shakes his head no, but remains silent. “You can do better than a pitiful shake of your head. Tell me what you want, Azriel.”

“Yn… Yn…” he chants, my name a plea of desperation. It's airy and full of need. 

“That’s it, baby. Tell me what you need, I promise I’ll give it to you.”

With bleary eyes, he looks at me. “Please let me cum.” 

The words are broken and a little slurred, but he told me what he needed. So I’ll give it to him. 

“Such a good boy, Azriel. Telling me how much you need to cum. I’ll make sure you do, baby. Just keep taking it for me. You’re doing soooo good.”

I kept talking to him, praising him for how good he’s taking everything I’ve given him. Azriel is babbling and pleading like a total whore. While he drones on and on, I wheel out the surprise I set in the corner. Three long, vertical mirrors are set around him so he can see every angle of his perfect body. 

So he can watch himself come undone without me even touching him. 

“Azriel, look at me baby,” I commanded. He settles his gaze on me, then the mirrors. “Don’t you think you look so pretty?”

The way his body slumps in the chair sent chills down my spine. He spread his legs, admitting the cuff constricting his cock. Azriel pushes on his toes lightly, bobbing up and down on the dildo. “Fuck I- Yn I look so…so-”

“I want you to keep your eyes locked on the mirror. Don’t look at anything but yourself. This is all for you, take it all in, my shadow. Enjoy watching yourself fall apart for me.”

Azriel nodded. 

I circled him slowly, amused at how… delicate he looked despite the harsh reality of his current fate. He was tied up, more vulnerable than ever. And yet he looked so sweet and simple. And devastatingly ruined. 

At the first touch to the leathery material of his wings, Azriel jumped. He shouted and swore. 

“Relax, Azriel.”

“I can’t handle it when you touch my wings, Yn. I’m not gonna be able to hold on,” Az pleads. I touch him again in the same spot. He shudders and grits his teeth. “Yn please.”

“Eyes on yourself, Azriel.”

With a deep, controlled breath, he pulls his eyes back to the mirrors. As I touch and explore the most sensitive parts of him, he twitches in every direction, effectively screwing himself further on the dildo. I take the curve of my nail and trace a vein running in his wing. Fibers in his muscles seize. 

In the mirror, I can see the cuff working nicely. His chest is coated in sweat and it takes all my strength to not run my tongue from the tip of his cock to the base of his throat. Instead, I continue to tease his wings. 

Azriel has this one specific spot right at the base of his wing that drives him insane. The moment I begin to move my hand, he begins to moan uncontrollably. He begs and whines and begs again for me to make him come. 

“Are you watching yourself, baby?” I ask, locking eyes with him in the mirror. When he nods, eyes cast down at his body, I stroke his wing. Twice. And tears spill down his face. 

“F-Fuck Yn I need to cum. I need to cum, fuck PLEASE let me cum please please please,” Azriel chants like I’m a long forgotten god. As if I would be able to grant all his wishes and desires. And it fills me with a fire I’ve never felt before. 

“You’ve been such a good boy, Azriel. Go ahead. You can cum, let go.” 

The second I gave him permission, he came. His whole body convulsed with the force. His legs and torso shivered, ecstasy pouring out of him with every whine and curse. 

“Fuuuucccckkkkk,” he mewls, watching his cum slide down his cock, spreading over his thighs. The cuff keeps vibrating, drawing out his pleasure. “Turn it off turn it off turn it off-”

“Don’t you wanna see how far you can go? You look so pretty when you cum, I could keep watching you forever, my dear. Why don’t you do it again, okay? You’ve earned it, go ahead and cum for me, just once more.”

His whole body is flush, the same beautiful color as his aching cock. He strains against the ropes and for a minute I think he’s going to break free. But he falls slack, a steady wave of whimpers as the cuff continues to drain him. The flow of it never stops. 

After a few more seconds to enjoy the show for myself, I turn off the vibrator. I gently slide it off, the majority of his seed landing on my fingers. I make a bog show of licking it off for him. 

Azriel is lost in his mind somewhere when I begin to undo the ropes. I massage his shoulders, working blood back into his extremities. 

“You did such an amazing job, my love. I am so proud of you, I hope you had as good of a time as I did.”

Azriel stayed quiet, but he nodded his head, gulping down air. He was shaking, but judging by the way the bond felt, he felt nothing but euphoria. I had done exactly what I was asked, and he loved it. 

While I kneaded his shoulders, kissing up and down his back, he recovered. While I was strong, I wasn’t strong enough to lift a fully grown Illyrian warrior and carry him to the bathroom. Currently, he’s in no condition to move under his own volition, so we’ll take our time until his strength is restored. 

“I love you so much, Az. My beautiful, strong mate. You did such a good job, such a good boy for me.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, a lazy smile on his lips. “Love being your good boy.”

“You are, you did so fucking good Azriel. It was so hot watching you cum like that,” I smiled, kissing his forehead, then his lips when he pursed them to me. “Feeling good enough to get to the bathroom? The tub is waiting, ready for you.”

My mate nodded, “Only if you’ll come in with me.”

Giggling, I slung his arm over my shoulder. “Of course I will. Stand up slowly, take your time. I’ve got you.”

With a few hisses as he stood up off the chair, wings splaying out to help him keep his balance, I guided him to the bathroom. He could stand just… not super well. We stumbled, but made it to the tub in one piece. I left him to climb in as I stripped, adding some salts to the bath. 

“I don’t care about that, just get in, my love.”

Illyrians, not known for their extended patience, but they are known for their incredible brutality and bravery.

As well as their wingspans. 

Before he could yank me in with my clothes on, I swept them away with a flick of my hand and climbed in. Azriel guided me to sit in his lap, face to face. His warm, scar-flecked hands caressed my body. It wasn’t in a particularly sexual manner, but I was far too turned on to not let a whimper slip. But he didn’t smirk or crack a teasing joke, he just continued to roam my body. 

It seemed to calm him, the edges of ecstasy fading away from the bond one strand at a time. His heart rate slowed and that glaze over his eyes faded away. 

“Feeling okay?” I asked, stroking my hands up and around the tattoos on his shoulders and chest. 

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “Just… wow. My body feels so tingly.”

“Now you know how I feel when you make me cum multiple times.”

Azriel smiled, sending my heart tumbling in my chest. “Guess I should be a bit more gracious with you, shouldn’t I? Considering now you have what you need to retaliate.”

“I think you’d like it if I retaliated,” I grin. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

“Good time? I’ve never felt so satisfied in my whole life. Thank you for giving me that experience.”

I smiled so wide it hurt. “Of course, my shadow. But the next time you want to have a ‘new experience’, don’t hesitate to wait so long to tell me.”

“I promise,” Azriel whispers, cupping both sides of my face with his hands. Our foreheads lean in together. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

i know you said request are closed but when they are open again (if they are again) could you possibly do alex keller just coming home from deployment with smut? your price writing are so amazing btw i’ve been reading them for 2 days now

Again, this is a super old ask, lmfao, sorry about that. I offer you pure filth for forgiveness.

Warnings: smut, NSFW, F!Reader, etc. (18+)

Wet slapping echoed off the walls, held back whines trapped in your throat as your thighs burn with exertion. Alex lays under you, head tilted back and neck bared; his fingers bruise your hips as he groans and gasps through gritted teeth.

When he came home from his assignment overseas, he'd known he'd been gone longer than anticipated, but if he'd known you'd been this desperate for him he would have gotten on the first plane home.

"Fuck," your boyfriend whimpers, rapid, messy, slurping in his ears as you jump up and down on his cock, back arched and tits bouncing as your cunt swallows him. Dripping sweat slides off your bodies, a testament to the feral way you'd been riding him for what seems like hours.

Alex can't even remember the number of times he'd felt his stomach bunch; eyes clamping shut as his throat groaned deeply. Multiple releases bleed over his thighs and pelvis, sloppy fluids connecting flesh in strings of slick cum.

"Fuck, Sweetheart, b-been needin' this since I got off that damn p-," his voice cuts out as you clamp around him, his sensitive dick twitching as you grind with a mewl playing on your lips. The man's hips jump as his back arches harshly, forcing out," P...plane! Ah!"

Your mouth is open with ecstasy, and above him, you're quite the vulgar picture of instinctual desperation. He can't help the way he watches you with hickeys down his neck and chest; pulsing purple bruises adding to the tightening of his thighs. Alex's fingers kneed your flesh in desperation, pleasure so sharp it borders on pain stuck in the lines on his forehead.

"P-please," he whimpers, and you drag your nails down his pecs in long lines of red. "God."

Alex gets more shaky and desperate, hands moving up to grip your hips despite the loose and lax hold in his weak rapture. At the incoming clench of his balls and the panicked widening of his eyes, his hips start to cant into yours in broken thrusts. Whined moans and dog tags stuck around his neck like a collar.

You grab at them as he thrusts up into you, gasping and faltering for a moment at the dig. Shared eyes, blown with lust and orgasmic torment. Alex feels your pussy tighten and watches your lashes flutter when your clit bumps into his lower abdomen, stimulating you perfectly on his happy trail.

"A-Alex, missed you s'much, Baby," you slur out with heaving lungs. The man's cock jumps harder, pace somehow increasing as you both roll your thighs. "Feel so full with you inside me. S-so good."

Neither of you would be getting out of this bed tomorrow.

Alex starts to breathe heavily again, his body trembling. He grits his teeth and starts to match your movements, groaning loudly into the air with broken need. He almost seems to be growling as he presses himself into you, his wound coil growing second by second. By the look on your face and the way your expression breaks with breathy moans, you're not far behind him in this senseless fucking session.

The man's surprised the both of you can even still speak over the sensation of his grating cock entering and exiting your tight hole. Echoing off the walls, cut-off cries grow in volume and breathiness, each accented by a violent thrust consisting of oxycontin and bare impulse. The bed frame has put a dent in the wall with its repetitive knocking, a telltale slam-slam-slam that makes the both of you thankful you don't have neighbors.

Fuck, you were acting like horny teenagers; drunk off each other's scent and the sheen of bliss—there just wasn't any stopping.

With the coil growing and growing, abs clenching and dog tags in your grip, Alex lets you manhandle his chin so you can shove your tongue down his throat; hands grasping around your waist to thrust up into you at a better angle.

Your eyes roll back, saliva dripping from your chins to splatter Alex's chest. His mustache burns over your lower face, but it doesn't stop you from bringing him back in, sucking and biting on his lips.

"I—" Alex shakes, groaning in between passes of your mouth and the heat on his cheeks. "Christ, S...Sweetheart, I'm gonna," his entire body is tight, dick moving even more wildly with its prodding tip grazing your cervix. Your body spasms and you cry out, cunt hugging him like it doesn't want him to leave. Slick and the score of previous rounds slap wetly as skin connects over and over, making flesh shine. A tipping point is reached with high voices and rapid lungs. "I-I'm gonna—!"

You both snap at the same time.

Alex's head goes back into the pillow, back completely leaving the bed in an arch and cock throbbing as he spills his load inside of your wet heat with broken ruts that make him whimper. On top of his form, your entire form goes limp, legs shaking as you collapse onto your boyfriend's gasping chest with ragged breaths and feel the flood of his orgasm spreading inside of your womb.

The spend seeps out like the others, pussy completely full and pulsing; raw with the feeling of cum bubbling through the plug of Alex's cock.

Both of you try not to move, catching your respective breaths with legs spread wide and vibrating. After a long, long while where you nearly pass out from pure exhaustion, you feel Alex's chest rise fast for a moment. You peek a slow eye and groan as your boyfriend starts laughing.

Your mouth releases a low whine as his dick jumps inside of your clutch and Alex also winces moments later.

"...Fuck, Doll." Lips quirking, a sweaty hand finds your spine, and fingers tap against the vertebrae in broken intervals of shakes. You practically purr like a cat as the hoarse voice rasps out, "You, uh, you sure know how to welcome a guy home, huh?"

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Welcome Home

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (Female) Synopsis: Traveling. Any annoying but necessary part of any actors job for the non-traveling party. But the welcome homes? They are oh so fucking sweet. Tags: it's filth with some cute plot, shower sex, kisses, more banter than is reasonable in polite society Rating: Explicit (obviously) Author’s Note: Y'all listen. I know. Okay. It's been a while, and to be honest? I started this in fucking January, but hey. It's here now, right? We're all chill? No one's upset? Good. LOVE YOU!

He’d been away for days, but it felt like weeks. Your feed has been covered in photos of him. The algorithms have you pretty much figured out. You’d been keeping up with his interviews, watching clips of his adorably awkward award acceptance speech. It wasn’t a surprise award, but it didn’t matter that he was prepared for it. He was incapable of being acknowledged for his achievements without turning into the equivalent of a turtle hiding in its shell. You’d have reached out to hold his hand and ground him if you could, but you’d been here. Alone. Missing him. But all that was soon to change.

He was on his way home. Annoyingly, his flight had been delayed, but as you stared up at the JFK arrivals board and it read: ‘Arrived’, you couldn’t help the bubbling up of excitement and giddy nervousness. It seemed like Tony was picking up on it as well because he stood against your leg, pawing at your thigh until you picked him up. He’d been missing his dad and had taken more comfort in your presence since he’d left. 

Your ears perked when the announcement that the baggage from his flight was about to begin its rounds through the baggage claim area. Your phone vibrated in the thigh pocket of your leggings. You gave Tony a quick squeeze before setting him back on the floor and taking your phone out. You smiled at the preview of the text you’d just received before you swiped to see the rest. 

‘Your fine ass better be waiting for me down there.’ 

You smirked before typing out a teasing reply. 

‘Got stuck in traffic a few times but I’m here. I hate Newark btw.’ 

You watched the dots appear and couldn’t help the audible laugh that escaped when you read his next message. 

‘Newark!?’ 

You interrupted him with a quick ‘I’m joking!!!’ before you could see what he was typing next. Then after a brief pause, the dots reappeared before his reprimand. 

‘You know you’re this close to the find-out stage of fuckin around?’ 

‘Oh? What if that’s exactly what I want?’ 

‘👀’

‘Not that I want to rush through the fuckin around part 😏’  

“I’ll be taking my sweet fucking time…don’t worry.”

You startled at his audible reply and your eyes shot up from your phone and met his as Tony pulled at the leash in your hand to reach him. He looked a bit tired but happy. His smile was wide across his stubbled face, quirking up at the corner when you smiled back. 

“Hey buddy!” he said, handing you his pillow before bending down to scoop Tony up into his arms. “I missed you!” he swooned in the adorable baby voice he reserved for his furry son. “Did you miss me too?” He rubbed Tony’s head and then his tummy. “Such a good boy!” 

You smiled at the two of them, pulling Tony’s leash from your wrist and handing it to Dylan. Tony would be stuck to him like glue now. 

“Hey, baby,” he said softly before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips. One just long enough to make you the tiniest bit dizzy and eager for more. 

You blinked away distracting thoughts. “Do you have much luggage?” 

Dylan shook his head. “Just this,” he said pointing at his backpack, “and one bag on the turnstiles.” 

“Should be over there, they just announced it,” you said, taking a few steps toward the baggage claim area.

“Nice!” he said, hiking Tony up onto his shoulder a bit before he followed after you. 

His bag passed in front of him and he hefted it off the belt and popped out the handle and you took it from him so he could focus on the excited ball of fur in his arms. You set his pillow on it and wheeled it behind you toward the cab that was waiting out front. As much as you hated early morning airport runs, you were glad his 4 AM delayed arrival made the whole airport experience a lot smoother. Fewer people. Less traffic. You’d been able to get in and out without so much as a sideways glance from anyone else. 

“Hey you,” he said as he slumped in the seat next to you, Tony taking up the little bit of space between you. 

“Hey,” you said, smiling back at him. 

It was just after 5 AM and you’d only gotten a couple hours of sleep. Originally, he was supposed to have gotten in at midnight and had been scheduled to arrive at Newark, but his flight had been canceled. When he called you to let you know, you were already getting ready to catch the Uber you’d called to take you to the airport. You had a habit of being too punctual. But that also meant that you had a hard time settling and only managed a short nap before you got up to head to JFK. You were a bit tired, but feeling his warmth next to you for the first time in a while was enough of a comfort to fight off the droop of your sleepy eyes. You wanted to see his smile, the upturned tip of his nose, the lopsided smile he sported as he pet Tony. Sleep could wait. 

The drive back to the loft was rather uneventful. Traffic was light, you weren’t sure you’d ever made it the Carey Tunnel faster than you just had. When you hopped out of the car, Dylan gathered his bags from the back of the car and you headed up to the apartment. Home. It was always a comfortable place, but it was warmer when he was in it.

“Smells nice in here…” he said with a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as his shoulders sagged in relaxation. “I missed it.” 

“And I missed you.” You stepped into his space and wrapped your arms around his waist and he quickly pulled you to his chest, looping his arms over your shoulders and pressing a kiss into your hair. 

“You did, huh?” he chuckled, the heat of his exhaled breath warming your skin. 

“Mhm…” you hummed, laying your cheek against his chest. The loft was dimly lit by a single lamp near the sofa in the living room and the streetlights that filtered in through the large windows. It added to the comfort you felt in his arms. 

“I missed you more,” he whispered.

“Impossible.” 

He sighed out a long breath, holding you tight to his chest before he pulled back, his hands clasped around your waist, eyes locked to yours. The warm, honey-brown hue of them sent a shiver down your spine, of course, it didn’t help that he’d begun to work his hands under the hem of your shirt, his fingertips pressing just a little more firmly into the bare skin covering your ribs when he leaned down to kiss you. 

His lips were insistent, the kiss at the airport clearly not satiating the need that had built during your time apart. It was a comforting reminder that his infatuation with you must be at least somewhat comparable to your own. 

You moaned when his lips wandered along your jaw and latched to your throat just below your ear. Not to be outdone and wanting a little audible thrill of your own, you were satisfied at the deep groan that emanated from the back of his throat when one of your roaming hands slipped down between your bodies to graze across the front of his thigh until it was cupping him through his sweatpants. 

“Definitely missed that,” he breathed out across your collarbone before pushing your hair back and sliding the collar of your shirt aside to access more of your skin. 

You laughed softly before it morphed into a half-whispered moan of his name when his teeth grazed along the sensitive skin above your breast. “Fuck…” you breathed, squeezing your hand around him eliciting an appreciative grumble from him that you felt vibrate the aching bit wet skin he’d been sucking on your chest. 

When you released your grip to slip your hand behind the waistband of his sweats, he grabbed your wrist. “Not yet…” he chuckled when he pulled back to see you scowling at him. “Don’t worry,” he said, smiling at you, brushing an errant hair back from the place where it hung in your eyes, “I’m gonna make you scream…” 

You swallowed thickly. 

“I’d just rather not reek like a man who’s known only seat 23A for 10 hours when I do it.” 

You chuckled softly. “Well…” you smiled back before reaching both hands around behind him, “then you better get this,” you squeezed his ass, “fine thing in the shower then.” You gave him a gentle spank. 

He laughed and pressed a kiss into your hair. “Thirsty little monster,” he said, running his hand down your arm. “Join me?” he said, pleading gaze meeting yours. 

You nodded and he took your hand, lacing your fingers together and leading you through the apartment toward the bathroom. The gentle squeeze of his hand in yours sent a satisfying ripple of warmth through your body. Just as you’d made it through the door to the bathroom, you tugged on his hand and swung his body to pin him against the counter of the vanity. 

He let out a soft huff at the gentle impact and smiled down at you as you grabbed at the hem of his shirt and yanked it roughly up over his body. His bare chest heaved as your eyes roved over him, your hands following your gaze across his pecs, through the soft hair, down his abs, settling on the waistband of his sweats before you began to crouch in front of him as you slid them down his thighs to pool at his feet. 

You looked at him from between his thighs and watched as his brown eyes turned near-black, crouching there longer than was necessary to achieve the task, fluttering your lashes at him.

“Fucking tease…” he muttered under his breath before he hauled you up in front of him and stripped your top off, tossing it across the room before he latched onto your throat and bit down. 

While you writhed in his arms, his hands warmed up your back until his fingers worked open the clasp of your bra. He slipped his fingers under the straps and slid them free of your shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor. 

“Mmm…” he mused, looking down at your chest before he leaned forward and captured your lower lip between his teeth and pulled it back slightly before releasing it to kiss down the column of your throat. He cupped you breast and brought his lips to the peak and flattened his tongue in a wide sweep before sealing his lips to suck your nipple until it was taut and pebbled.

“Dylan…” you groaned, your hands tangling into his hair.

He held you against his body and swapped your positions until your lower back was pressed against the vanity. He nipped at your chest before he finally pulled back and lifted you to sit on the counter in front of him. He quickly unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them from you, throwing them into a heap with the rest of your discarded clothing. Then he slotted himself between your thighs. “Shower’s right there…” he titled his head in its direction, “and yet here we are…” he smiled, his fingertips trailing down from your arms, along your ribs and waist until they teased at the elastic of the last piece of clothing you were left wearing.  

“Here we are…” you repeated, looking down your body at his hand as it slipped into your underwear. You fell forward into his chest when you felt his teasing, barely there touch where you were now aching to feel it. Your sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed.

He leaned in and grinned against the skin of your throat before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tendon running the length of it. “Something wrong?” he teased, still not touching you the way you wished he would. 

“Please…” you whispered. 

The little amused noise he made only frustrated you more, because Instead of giving in to your need, he hooked his fingers around the band of your underwear and stepped back from you to slide them free from your legs. He twirled them around his long index finger before letting them slip out of his hands to the floor. His eyes roamed over you, exposed to him now, perched on the counter. “Fucking perfect…” he breathed, giving his head a slight shake.

You flushed under his attentive gaze, your own eyes catching on the obvious sign of his own interest tenting the front of his boxer briefs. “Talkin’ about yourself?” you finally managed. 

He smiled and shook his head. 

“You should be…” you sighed, “but you could stand to be just a bit more naked…” you pointed to his underwear. 

He laughed. “Fair,” he said before turning around to turn on the shower. He looked back at you, smirking as he hooked his thumbs in the band of his boxers. When he slid them down his thighs the need you felt for him was almost unbearable. He held out a hand to help you down. “Time to get you wet,” he said with a smirk. 

“Too late.” 

His brows shot up his forehead. “Fuck… me…” he muttered

You stepped past him, your hands gliding over his naked torso, and into the shower. “That’s the plan.” 

He followed after and closed the door, the glass quickly began to fog with the steam as you stood under the spray of the faucet. Even though you knew the water was hot, it almost felt cool on your heated skin. Dylan watched you as you ran your hands over your body before he reached out, gripping your hips. He shoved you back against the wall and his lips crashed into yours. 

You reached up clasped around his neck, your hands tangling into the wet strands of his hair, deepening the kiss and tasting the faint hint of mint on his tongue. His teeth grazed over your bottom lip, pulling it taut before he kissed along your jawline. 

He muttered something unintelligible under his breath against your throat.

“Soap’s over there,” you sighed, jutting your chin to the shelf in the corner. 

“Right… showering…” his teasing mouth paused and he pulled back from you. “You’re so fucking distracting…” he groaned, his grip on your hips shifting to your ass before he squeezed it in both of his palms. 

You grinned and wet your lower lip with your tongue. 

“Not helping.”

You laughed before you pushed him away enough to grab the body wash from the shelf and squeeze it onto his loofa. “Lemme help then,” you said, gesturing for him to turn around in front of you, the water now striking him in the chest. 

He didn’t protest, and quickly spun around as you took a small step closer, so your wet body was pressed briefly against him before you began to scrub his shoulders and upper back. 

“Mmm…” he hummed, rolling his neck. 

You tickled him enough to raise his arms so you could wash them both thoroughly. You smiled watching him noticeably relax his shoulders. You washed down his back, sliding the loofa down to the dips in his low back and over his perfect ass. 

“Taking your time back there…” he chuckled. 

“Stop having such a nice ass and maybe I’d make quicker work of it.” 

He shook a bit with a contained laugh. “Noted.” 

You finally relented, taking one last look at his soapy cheeks before you reached around to scrub his chest and stomach, not spending too much time before reaching down and squeezing the loofa at his belly button and letting the soap begin to run down his body. Your free hand followed after it until it was teasing at the coarse hair, brushing just where you knew he was dying for you to touch him. 

“Relentless fucking tease–” 

You cut off his complaint by wrapping your hand around his sudsy length and pumping him just once. “You were saying?” you breathed against his back before you kissed his shoulder blade before you pumped him again. 

He groaned, his head falling forward. “I’ll shut up… just don’t fucking stop.” 

You beamed with pride. It wasn’t like he never begged, but it was far less common than your own pleadings that more frequently bounced off the walls of this room. You rewarded its rarity by picking up the pace with your hand, pinning him against you with the other hand pressing against the front of his thigh, the loofa long forgotten at his feet. 

He stuttered forward, one hand coming up to hold his weight against the tiled wall the other grasping gently at your wrist, not stopping you, but guiding your hand. “Fuck,” he cursed, the last consonant of it coming out shuddered and low.

You were growing more and more impatient with each second. The ache between your thighs was forcing you to squeeze them together for some kind of relief. You moaned in frustration, your pace faltering. 

Dylan squeezed your wrist and stilled your hand. “Someone sounds needy…” he whispered, pulling your hand free of him and swapping your positions. He pressed you back against the wall and grabbed your body wash from the shelf, squeezing some into his palm. 

You watched him warm his hands together, lathering the gel into foamy suds in those gorgeous fucking hands that you knew he was about to touch you with. 

He smirked at the audible sound of you swallowing before he cupped one of your breasts, his other hand snaking around you, his fingers teasing the dimples of your lower back. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his nose nudging your chin up enough for him to run his tongue up the length of your throat before he kissed you. 

Your heart hammered in your chest, your skin pebbled with goosebumps, your body sang under his touch. You’d missed him. God, how you’d missed him. It should be against the Geneva Convention for him to be away from you this long. Torture, pure and simple. But this? This was as close as you could imagine to what it might feel like to be moments from dying of thirst in a vast desert only to stumble into the cool waters of an oasis.

He slid his hand down your body and, without a hint of teasing or pretense, rubbed your clit with the pads of two fingers. 

“Holy. Sh–!” you cussed, only getting half of it out before it devolved into a strangled moan. 

Dylan nudged at your chin as your head lolled in pleasure, his lips skimming across your skin, breathing out praise as he continued to swirl his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves that had you writhing against him. “Missed the way you sound…” he nipped your neck, “the way you feel…” he groped at your chest again with his free hand, “the way you taste…” he kissed you again, his tongue demanding entry into your mouth. 

His talented fingers had you approaching the edge, that warm feeling building up inside you, that pressure that made you feel like you were electrified. “Dyl… please…” you softly begged when he gave you a moment to finally breathe. 

His lips slipped from yours, your noses touching, both of you panting in the same air. Then you whined when you felt his fingers disappear from you. He stepped back into the stream of water and pulled you with him, kissing you everywhere his lips could reach as the hot spray of the shower rinsed you both clean of suds. 

You looped your arms around his neck and he gripped the backs of your thighs, hauling you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. 

His eyes were wide with the same wonder he somehow still held for you even though he’d had you so many times there was no way to keep count. It made you feel warm and wanted. Desired and beautiful.  

“Could stay in this shower for the rest of my fucking life…” he said as he pinned your back to the wall and bucked up against you, slickening himself in the folds of your body, driving the head of his cock into your already sensitive clit. 

Your eyes rolled back at the contact, your hips rocking forward to meet the roll of his. “We’ll… we’ll get all pruney….” you finally breathed out. 

He laughed against your throat before he kissed, nipped, and sucked what you knew would be an impressive little bruise into your skin. “So be it,” he said, and then he shifted his hips, met your gaze, and slid into you to the hilt. 

The stretch, the fullness, it was almost as shocking now as the first time you’d felt him buried inside you. It was perfection, blissfully indecent perfection. You moaned his name, your fingernails clawing at his shoulders as he began to set a punishing pace, driving up into you hard, rutting his body against yours enough to stimulate you in just the right places, inside and out. 

“Shit!” you swore, letting your head fall back against the tiled wall. 

He fucked into you over and over as you felt yourself edging closer to the brink. You felt your thighs begin to shudder as his pace grew more erratic an unpredictable. 

“So fucking tight…” he groaned before he kissed the valley between your collarbones. 

The strangled need in his voice, the feel of his breath against your skin–all of it coupled with the delicious way the end of his length was pressing into that perfect spot inside you that made you feel like you were losing touch with reality–you were ready. “Fuck, Dyl–” 

He raised one hand to press on your chin enough to force your gaze back to his, the pad of his thumb dragging across your lower lip. 

You moaned and flicked at it with the tip of your tongue. “I’m so close… please!” you begged.

He drove his thumb between your lips and when you sucked it into your mouth, he slipped the hand on your thigh between your legs to rub his finger over your clit just when he drove a final thrust against your g-spot. 

You’d had your fair share of fantastic orgasms at this man’s hands, literally, but this one was up there standing proudly on the podium collecting its medal. It was a rush of pent-up need and desire that washed over you like a crashing tidal wave. Every single cell in your body felt like it was vibrating with pleasure. Your muscles clamped down on him as you felt him join you in his own release. The feel of him spilling into you, the sound of your name falling from his slack lips, making it all so much more intense. It was perfection. Pure and simple. Absolute. Unadulterated. Bliss.

Your chest heaved against his, both of you softly laughing between kisses before you felt him slip free of your body. His hands warmed up your arms before they cupped either side of your neck. 

“I love you so fucking much.” 

You smiled at him, leaning in to run your nose along his throat until your lips were at his ear. “I love you too.” 

He sighed and his lips found yours, but he held back from the kiss long enough to speak. “Hell of a welcome home.” 

[k1ll3rh0rr0r]

“Forever Yours” — mean!dom!r!euro x innocent!not really!fem!reader

minors DNI, 18+ content under the cut

warnings — straight up filth, size kink, manhandling, use of the word “daddy”, euro speaking norwegian (my norwegian is horrible don’t come at me), this probably isn’t all of them, oh yeah, unprotected p in v.

tag list — @iiheartsai

You didn’t exactly read social ques very well. By that, I mean, you never picked up on flirting— At least until you went to a shitty dive bar with Øystein. You two were polar opposites with your pretty pink ruffles and bows, Euro was literally the embodiment of darkness, to you at least since he only really wore black. Even your personalities differed as you were happy and bubbly, he was cold and calloused— but when you were around, he almost always had his hands on a part of your body, whether it be your waist/hips or just holding your hand.

That’s how it should have been currently. Øystein went to go get another drink, leaving you with your bottle of water at a booth. You swung your feet happily, taking a small sip from the disposable bottle, looking up from your gaze to see someone sitting across from you. “What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?”

“I’m not alone.” You narrowed your eyes, feeling reasonably uncomfortable. The man scoffed, “Clearly you are. Why don’t you and I head out of here?”

You gazed over to the bar, catching the eyes of a very stoic Euronymous, who, took his beer and slowly walked over.

“Hey, buddy, go get someone else, she’s coming home with me.”

“That’s my girlfriend, you should probably fuck off within the next five seconds.” Øystein just stared, causing the stranger to slowly leave. Euro sat in the booth next to you, his face having an unreadable expression of pure rage.

“Thanks, Øystein.” You smiled, causing him to pull cash out of his pocket and slap it on the table; “We’re leaving.”

That’s how you got here, in his apartment with his cock stuffed into you to the hilt. You whined, trying to grind against him which just caused you a soft smack. “You’re gonna fuckin’ sit here until I say so, doll.”

You whined, hooking your small thin arms around his neck, head buried into his chest. As much as he loved to tease you, he’s getting more sensitive by the minute. With a rather harsh thrust into your dripping core, he pulls your hips down into him. For every hard, fast thrust, he manages to force you into meeting his throbbing cock.

The sounds of babbling, slapping and Øystein’s grunts filled the room, thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “Ta det, alt sammen, tispe.”

By this point tears were streaming down your face from the force, on your third or fourth orgasm- it was when his hand gripped your hair and forced you to look up at him that a warm, sticky feeling filled your insides. “That’s my good girl, you’re doing so well for Daddy,” he cooed.

Your eyes were glazed over, not really thinking about anything but him. Just how he wanted it, and how it would always be.

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i am so sorry this is so short, i made my first fic finally :> this is for everyone who voted on last night’s poll btw.

[pattwtf]

Questions tag game

Aaaaah! Thank you my babies, @sawymredfox and @katareyoudrilling for the tag, I love this games!!

Do you make your own bed? Nope, BUT there is a reason. Boyfriend wakes up later than I do, so he makes it 😏

Favorite number? SEVEN, don't know why, since I was soooo young I loved it, and later I heard it's like the lucky number or something like that? Yeah, 7 :)

What’s your job? It kinda thrills me cause Kat answered she's a virtual assistant and I'm something similar in the Admissions Department in a university.

If you could go back to school, would you? I would, if I knew all I know now and I was as mature as I am now (which is not much more, but... lol)

Can you parallel park? Uhm, ok, here it comes... I DON'T DRIVE. No driver license here (American people might be screamin rn, but I don't need it where I live, PT works quite well here and it takes me exactly where I need hahahaha)

Do you think aliens are real? it would be too pretentious of us to think that, in an immense universe, we are the only kings of the party.

Can you drive a manual car? I can drive a bumper car. That's all.

What’s your guilty pleasure? reading filth all fucking day HAHAHAHA

Any phobias? Spiders, don't like clowns at all either....... And small spaces if I know I can't move (a stuck elevator or things like that, you know)

Favorite childhood sport? Used to be an urban dancer, and quite good, btw, so... DANCE was my fav sport.

Do you talk to yourself? I talk to myself a bit too much

Tattoos? Two, and another one this Friday!!!

Favorite color? Violet

Do you like puzzles? Not that much, I'm too impatient... My sister, tho, is such a freeeeaky puzzle girl, and she's sooo good at it

NPT (but I'd love to know you a bit more, guys!) @alwaysmicado @beardedjoel @pedrospatch @tuquoquebrute @elliespuns @adhdprincess and anyone who feels like spending some time answering these questioooons

Love you all

[cloudlessly-light]

Hi😊 How have you been?

Its not a specific request just a thought I’ve had past few days…

In my imagination Emily is bisexual and been always a Dom. But as she started sleeping with hotch she learned the joy of being dominated. He taught it and he is the only person Emily submits to in bed.

Can you please write something like this?

if it doesn’t intrigue you please ignore.

Love your latest multi fic btw💓💓💓🍬

A/N: This is pure filth, might be the filthiest thing I’ve ever written and I really hope you like it my friend! Please read the tags, because filthy filth is under the cut!

Title: Masked eyes as you pick me apart Summary: Control wasn’t something Emily easily gave up; it was something she craved. But then she falls in love with Aaron, and her whole world is flipped upside down. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.7k Warnings: Smut, BDSM themes, Dom Hotch, Brat Emily, switch Emily, bisexual Emily, oral, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, verbal humiliation/degradation, choking, restraints, sex toys, spanking

Emily had always enjoyed control, in all aspects of her life. It was something she had lacked as a child and as she grew up it was something she cherished, something she craved. It was something that came easy in her personal life, something that was sometimes harder professionally. On those days she often found herself looking for a man or woman to spend the night with, to take her control back.

“What do you need?” She grinned against the other woman’s neck, the redhead whimpering as she tried to get Emily closer, her nails digging into her skin.

“Please.” Came a breathless reply and Emily hummed as she let her fingers rub too softly against a sensitive clit. “Please, touch me I need you.” She tried to catch Emily’s lips in a kiss but she was quick to back away.

“Ah ah ah,” Her lips ghosted over pale skin, her tongue licking the taste of salt of her skin. “you’re going to have to beg better than that.”

Emily loved it, the power of it. She never thought that would change.

But then she meets Aaron Hotchner, stoic and proper and if it weren’t for the gold glimmering on his finger she would have loved to take him apart and put him back together again just like she wanted him. She fantasized about it, imagined how he would tremble and beg and how his eyes would darken as she rode him to orgasm after orgasm.

Then he’s divorced and she has gotten to know him as more than a boss, but the urge doesn’t go away. She’s pretty sure that the feeling is mutual, his eyes lingering on her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, his body usually turned to her even when they were surrounded by people.

And then the inevitable happens and she kisses him behind closed doors in Dave’s home after another team dinner. He surprises her though and presses her against the door, his large hands spread wide over her ribs as he traps her between the hard wood and his warm body. She lets him, for now because his lips against hers feels good, the taste of him and scotch on his tongue makes her moan as they give in to years of want.

“What does this mean?” He asks when they break apart and she almost wants to roll her eyes because of course he has to define it immediately.

“It means that you’re coming back to my place tonight, and we’ll go from there.” She smirks and hears him chuckle before his lips are on hers again.

They end up having sex before even making it to the living room, Aaron quick to pick her up and fuck her right up against a wall in the hallway. She doesn’t fight him, lets him bring them both pleasure as her body is slammed repeatedly against the wall, hard enough for the painting next to them to fall to the floor. He doesn’t stop though and she’s coming and it’s too good to care about anything but them.

Emily had always loved control, but then she starts sleeping and then falls in love with Aaron and she realizes that he loves control even more, and giving in to him is an even bigger rush.

It’s a surprise when it really shouldn’t have been, that Aaron craved control in every aspect of his life as well. That realization comes crashing over her that first night when he finally gets them both into her bed and he’s quick to hover over her. She tries to turn them but he’s stronger bigger and he laughs at her.

“You really didn’t think it would be that easy?” He’s taunting and she doesn’t know why her body flushes. “I’ve thought about this a lot.” He continues while tracing lazy kisses along her neck.

“And what did you think about?” She grinds up against his hard shaft the best she can, is embarrassingly wet as he continues to tease her. She’s not used to it; she’s used to taking but her body reacts to him in ways it never had before.

“How you sound when you come.” He bites over her pulse and then sooths it with his tongue. “And now I’ve heard you, it was even better than I imagined.” Aaron lets go of her wrists and kneels between her legs, his eyes darker than she’s ever seen them as he watches her and she squirms under the intensity of it. “I know you think you’re in charge here, but you should know that you’re not.”

One of her eyebrow arches as she scoffs at his words. Again, she shouldn’t be surprised that he already knew that, he was the best profiler she knew and he was using it against her.

“I’m going to make you beg for it.” She challenges and it’s his turn to scoff. Then he’s inside of her again, deep and hard as he leans over her again.

“Not a chance sweetheart.”

She never thought she’d give up the control she had always craved so easily, but then came Aaron Hotchner and flipped the switch on her. In the back of her mind she realizes that she only lets go of her control because it’s him, because she trusts him enough to do so. She should have known, but that doesn’t mean that she can’t try and fight him at times. That she can’t make him work for it.

“Hi honey.” She walks into his office with her coat hanging over her arm. “I’m done for the day, do you have a lot to do still?”

Aaron smiles at her the moment his eyes land on her, the smile only reserved for her and she feels her own lips tug upward.

“Maybe another hour.” He stands up and his eyes flicker to the mostly empty bullpen. No one was paying them any attention. He pulls her against him and her breathing hitches as he smirks. It had been a long week, a stressful week and they both know that they needed to release some tension. “Have you been good today?” He nips at her bottom lip, pulls it between his teeth until she gasps.

“Depends on your definition of good.” She sees his eyes darken as realization hits him.

“Emily.” He warns as his hands tighten on her hips. “What did you do?”

“I guess that’s for me to know and for you to figure out.” She twists out of his hold with a grin on her face. He won’t follow her, not when he still had work to do and she knew it. “But I have to say that new pocket-sized vibration really is as powerful as the clerk said.”

He sees her wink and then she’s gone, and his hands clench into fists. It was a rule, she knew it and he knew it and if she had not only brought the toy to work without his knowledge, but also used it to orgasm, she was in trouble.

“Brat.” He sighs as he sits back at his desk, already planning how the rest of their night would go.

Emily still didn’t give in to him immediately, always had fun fighting against him until fully submitting to him. She waits for him in his apartment, adrenaline rushing through her as her mind races with what he will do when he gets home. She’s in the kitchen when she hears the lock turning and she sees him entering.

His eyes find hers and she gulps as he calmly hangs his jacket on the hook and then places his briefcase on the side table together with his phone and keys. He’s too collected and it makes a tingle run down her spine. Her eyes doesn’t leave him as he removes his suit jacket and sets it over the armrest of the couch, then moves to the cufflinks of his shirt as he makes his way towards her. By the time he’s standing in front of her his shirt is off and her breathing is labored from excitement.

“Enjoying yourself, are you?” He asks as he closes in on her, stands close enough to trap her against the counter as she back up. His eyes doesn’t leave hers as he gets his belt undone, the sound of the buckle loud as it falls to the floor.

“Baby…”

“Shh.” His finger slips against her lips as he hushes her. “You’re going to listen to me.” He grabs her chin and moves her head, making her nod and Emily feels the ache between her legs pulse hard enough for her to clench her legs together. “You will speak when spoken to, other than that the only words allowed from you are, yes, please, my name or your safe word, do you understand?”

She’s nodding without his help now and he smiles, pleased with her obedience but knows that it won’t last. He presses her harder against the counter, his thigh moving to press between her legs.

“Tell me, did you take that toy with you to work without telling me?”

“Y-yes.” She stutters as she grinds against his thigh, the pressure not enough. She gasps as the edge of the counter digs into the small of her back uncomfortably, but she doesn’t care because his lips are hovering against hers.

“Did you come at work?” He’s already painfully hard in his pants, her proximity and the wild look in her eyes more than enough for him. “Are you really that desperate?” He snickers, the sound condescending and low.

“Aaron...” Her eyes close as her cheeks burn with arousal and humiliation. Then he’s moving so fast that she almost stumbles, the warmth of his body gone in a moment. She tries reaching for him, needs to feel him but he’s faster than her and his hand finds its way into her hair, his hold firm and she sucks in a breath.

“You know better than that, slut.” He whispers against her face as he keeps her in place. “You will be begging for me Emily.” His other hand moves to unzip his pants. “You will beg and plead and if you want any chance of coming at all tonight, you better fucking behave.”

Emily tries nodding but his hold on her hair is too tight and instead she breathes a sound resembling yes as he pulls her down on her knees. The floor is unforgiving on her knees but she stays put as his pants and boxers falls around his ancles, her eyes zeroing in on his hard cock almost slapping her in the face.

Aaron keeps his grip on her hair as he slowly feeds her his cock, her mouth already open wide for him. His eyes stay on her face as she takes more and more of him, her lips split around his shaft. She gags and the feeling makes him shudder as he pulls back slightly, only to thrust against her face again. His hold loosens on her hair and with a dark grin he watches as she starts bobbing her head, her tongue pressed against his heated skin as she swallows as much as she can.

Emily revels in the little bit of freedom he allows her and her hands fall to his strong thighs. She feels the muscles tense under her touch as she chokes willingly on him. She looks up at him, wide-eyed as tears run down her cheeks.

“You’re so pretty like this.” His voice is thick with want as he gently brushes a tear away, smearing her mascara even more. He pushes his hips against her face, doesn’t want her to think that he’s letting go so easily.

Emily braces herself as his hips move faster, fucking her face until she’s gasping for air and pulling back on instinct. He follows as her back bends and she realizes she’s trapped when the back of her head hits the cabinet behind her. She sees the smug look on his face and she knows that he planned for this all along.

“Unbutton your shirt, wouldn’t want you to ruin it considering how much of a mess you’re making. Poor thing.” He tells her and if it wasn’t for the roughness of his voice, he almost sounded bored.

She struggles with the buttons as he continues to shallowly thrust against her face, her body feeling like it was on fire from how badly she needed to feel him, for something to take the edge off. By the time she shrugs the shirt off, he’s groaning above her, his eyes hooded as he watches the way she sucks on the head of his cock.

“Bra too.” He grunts out and pulls completely out of her mouth for a moment. He gently brushes her hair out of her face as she gasps for air and unhooks her bra. She’s still trapped as he stands over her legs, and when she willingly surges up to get him back in her mouth he groans. “Good girl.”

Emily knows she’s a mess of tears and drool as it drips down her chin. It only encourages him and he thrusts faster against her face, making sure to pull back for her to breathe but then goes right back to making her take all of him down her throat. Her nails scratch over his thighs, small red lines appearing on his skin that makes something resembling a growl leave him.

“You better swallow all of it.” He warns and she nods the best she can as her tongue swipes against the underside of his cock. Aaron groans as he gives in to the pleasure, his hand finds its way back into her hair to hold her still as he ruts against her face. Through the fog of his release he hears her moan at the first spurt of him on her tongue, and he looks down just in time to see her struggle to keep his cum in her mouth. But she does, stays still and looks up at him until he nods and she swallows it down.

“Thank you.” She says and even if it wasn’t on the approved  list of words he chooses to let it go.

Aaron pulls her up to stand and kisses her roughly. He groans at the taste of him still on her tongue as his fingers find the button on her pants and quickly undoes it.

“Bedroom.” He tells her and he sees her eyes light up. “Hands and knees, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Emily almost runs towards the bedroom, her body buzzing and mind hazy with arousal. She gets on the bed like he had told her and waits. She doesn’t have to wait long until he walks in holding a bottle of water. Wordlessly he holds it to her lips and she drinks dutifully and then watches as he sets the bottle down on the nightstand.

“How many times did you come?” He asks as he pulls black cuffs from their drawer and throws it on the bed in front of her. When he comes back he slowly runs a calloused finger down her spine.

“Only once.” She arches into his warm touch, her body reacting to him immediately. When he slaps her ass cheek it comes as a surprise and she whimpers at the sting.

“Only once, huh?” Aaron slaps her again and watches the red handprint flush on her skin. “One time too many though.”

“Aaron I-I…” She starts but a third slap, harder than the previous ones makes her stop talking. Then she feels two of his thick fingers press inside of her and she moans in surprised pleasure.

“You’re dripping,” The word rolls of his tongue like he’s tasted something horrible, the tone patronizing and cruel. “Did sucking my cock get you this wet, slut?” He curls his fingers and her body jerks in response.

“Fuck… Aaron!” She feels him slap her again as his thumb move to circle her clit and the sound leaving her is a mix of a moan and a sob.

“Did it?” He gets on the bed beside her but keeps his hand against her, his fingers moving harder inside of her.

“Yes, yes it did.” She concedes and turns to look at him. She flushes harder at the look on his face, satisfaction clear as he snickers at her.

“Pathetic.” He spits the word at her and she whimpers. “Nothing but a cock-drunk little slut aren’t you.”

Emily nods desperately as her body starts to tremble from the way his fingers press against her spot and thumb rubs over her clit.

“And who’s slut are you?” He breathes in her ear as he watches the way her body reacts to him.

“Yours. Fuck I’m yours.” She says through clenched teeth and then he moves away from her and his fingers slip out of her. She slumps in disappointment but he’s quick to pull her up, his hands firm on her hips.

“So why did you think bringing a toy and using it at work was acceptable?” He flips her onto her back and has to hold back a groan as he looks at her face, needy and desperate already but the small smirk on her lips lets him know that she hasn’t given in yet.

“It was fun, maybe you’ve heard of it?” She catches him off guard and manages to flip them over. She grins as her center grinds against his shaft, already half-hard again. She presses her knees onto his hands as she puts as much of her weight on him as possible. “Or maybe I did it, just because I wanted to?” She speaks against his lips and Aaron tries to free his hands but she only presses her knees harder into the bed. “You’re so cute, squirming for me.”

It's too much and she knows it. If she hadn’t expected it she would have fallen off the bed from the force he used to flip them around. His grip is bruising on her wrists as he pins them above her head and gets them into the cuffs, even as she struggles.

“Fucking brat.” He growls and she bites her lip to keep from smirking, knowing that she was on the verge of him leaving her there alone, something he had done before. “You can’t help yourself can you?” Aaron wraps his hand around her slim throat and squeezes. “You were being so good for me.” The disappointment in his voice is clear.

Emily feels her eyesight go fuzzy as he cuts off the blood flow, his hand tight around her throat. When he lets go she’s dizzy and panting and then he does it again as his other hand move to tug on her nipples.

“Give me one reason why I should let you come.” Aaron watches her face as his hand move from her chest and down between her legs. Her thighs are sticky, folds soaked and he bites back a groan at her always being so receptive to him.

“Because you want me to come.” She replies as his fingers press inside of her again, his palm tight against her clit. “You love when I come for you.”

It was true, watching Emily as she gave in to the pleasure he was the cause of, was one of his favorite things in the world and they both knew it. His fingers curled hard inside of her and her thighs tensed.

“I do that’s true.” He said almost conversationally as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of her and the cuffs rattled as Emily pulled on them as he built up her pleasure again.

“Aaron.” She whimpered when he let go of her throat completely and instead moved down her body to suck on her nipple. He was everywhere and she felt delirious as the tension build in the pit of her stomach.

“Don’t do it.” He told her as he moved from one breast to the other. “Hold it.”

Emily whined in response, her muscles tensing by each push of his fingers. She felt his teeth tug on her nipple and the pain shot straight to her center. She jerked against the cuffs, her thighs trembling as her body tensed. And then he moved away from her again, making her groan in frustration.

“Greedy little thing.” It’s almost gentle, the way he pushes his soaked fingers against her lips and she sucks them without a second thought. He feels her tongue against his digits as she cleans herself of him and his cock twitches as it stands proudly between his legs.

“Please, I need you, please fuck me.” She mumbles around his finger and he smiles at her. She was already begging and she wasn’t even aware of it.

“You want me to fuck you, pretty girl?” He pulls his fingers out of her mouth and settles between her spread legs. His cock lands on her pelvis and her eyes fasten on it. He keeps his eyes on her as he slides his shaft over her clit, a smirk on his lips when she whimpers but stays still. “Emily.” He says her name and her eyes snap to his instantly.

“Please…” She whispers, her eyes pleading and he shifts between her legs. Her eyes flutter close as he pushes inside of her, but they open when she only feels him push the tip of him inside of her. “What…?”

“Stay still or I swear I will walk out of here.” He warns as he keeps the head of his cock inside of her and then moves to rub her clit but doesn’t move.

She cries out at the pressure on her clit, his thumb circling it with sure movements. She clenches around his cockhead and she hears him groan and she knows that this is all she’ll get unless she doesn’t behave. So she forces herself to still as he slowly builds up her orgasm for a third time.

Aaron watches with dark eyes as she throws her head back, soft moans and gasps leaves her lips as she clenches harder around him. He looks down and groans at the sight of his thick shaft disappearing into flushed folds, almost looking too big to fit inside of her. He knows that he could come like this, leave her aching and desperate as her center massages his sensitive cockhead, but she had been right before. He loved when she came and tonight he wanted her too, even if she had misbehaved.

Emily’s body tensed as his thumb moved harder against her clit, her vision blurring as she tried to keep herself from falling of the edge. Her hands clenched into fists, her muscles trembling and she looked up at him.

“Please.” She begged again and somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered a time when begging seemed like an impossibility.

“You want to come pretty girl?” He snickered at the way she nodded frantically. “Beg, properly.”

“Please, please let me come. Aaron I’ll be good, I promise just please let me come.” She rambled and his thumb moved faster in response.

“Do it.” He ordered and then pushed forward, filling her completely and she was coming with a loud whine as he stretched her.

Her back arched high as he started to fuck her while keeping his thumb on her clit, drawing out her pleasure until she was slumping on the bed, chest heaving. But he didn’t stop, he kept the same pressure on her clit as he fucked her with long, hard strokes.

“Wait…” She tried but Aaron cut her off.

“Again.” He groaned as she clenched in response, her body reacting to him easily. He changed the angle of his thrusts, pressed her thighs wide apart as she whimpered helplessly below him.

It didn’t take more than a couple of minutes until she was trembling through another orgasm, the pleasure of it making her body buckle against his. She was barely down from her high when she suddenly felt the bed dip and Aaron disappeared into the hallway.

When he came back only a few seconds later he held up the bullet vibrator that she had taken to work and she sucked in a breath. He got back between her legs and pushed inside of her like he hadn’t stopped in the first place, a grin on his face as he turned the vibrator on.

“I can’t…” She felt her whole body tense as the first feeling of the powerful vibrations her swollen clit.

“Yes you can.” He told her as he leaned over her, still holding the toy against her. He kissed her, pushed his tongue against hers and swallowed down her moan as he felt her once again start to clench around him. “There you go.” He encouraged her, his own pleasure building by each thrust of his hips.

Emily closed her eyes tight at the somewhat painful pleasure he was causing, another orgasm building even though she was exhausted already. When she came it was fast and hard, the air stolen from her lungs as Aaron whispered words of encouragement in her ear.

He could feel his own release building but he forced himself to hold off as he upped the power of the toy and Emily let out a sob. He got back up on his knees between her legs, checked if she really did need to stop but could see her nod quickly, wordlessly letting him know that she was okay.

Emily could barely breathe, her body trembling from pleasure as he continued to fuck into her with rough thrusts. She could feel another orgasm building, before she even had fully come down from her previous one and she threw her head back into the pillows with a groan.

“You don’t think I can feel you clenching again? That I can’t tell that you’re about to come?” He taunted and her eyes snapped to his. He pulled on a nipple and it was enough to get her to fall over the edge of ecstasy again. She cried out, her voice raw as her eyesight blurred.

“Good girl, so good for me. So pretty.” He mumbled as his own orgasm built, not able to hold back for much longer. But he kept the toy against her clit, even when Emily tried to jerk away from the stimulation.

“Fuck it’s too much…” She whispered, her body tired, mind numb from pleasure and him.

“Then don’t come, but you’re staying here until I do.” He grunted as he thrust harder against her, changed his angle a little and watched as Emily’s mouth fell open in a silent scream.

He hit against her spot perfectly, forcing another orgasm out of her in no time at all. She was sure she would pass out, she couldn’t breathe, her body feeling heavy and light at the same time as he fucked her through one more orgasm.

Aaron growled as she came again, this time unexpectedly and the tight clenching of her around him was the last push he needed. He came hard and deep inside of her, her name rumbling deep in his chest as he gave in to his own pleasure. When he felt like he could breathe again he collapsed on top of her, kissed her desperately before rolling to the side.

He gave himself a few seconds before moving to release her from the cuffs and she curled into his body. She was still trembling and his arms wrapped around her, stroking gently along her skin as she calmed down and slowly came back to herself.

“Fuck that was intense.” She said after a couple of minutes and he laughed and kissed the top of her head and then gently angled her face towards his to stamp a kiss to her lips.

“It was amazing, you’re amazing.” He reached for the bottle of water and handed it to her. She took long gulps of water before handing it back and he drank the rest.

“I love you.” She says as she gets comfortable on top of him.

“I love you too.” He brushes some hair out of her face and smiles. “So, wanna go again?”

“Not a chance, you’re not allowed to touch me for at least three days.”

“Oh sweetheart, we both know that you’ll be on me tomorrow.” He laughs as her mouth falls open in exaggerated disbelief.

“You wish.”

[b-plot-butch]

if you have QPR Lucienne n Dream takes I'd love to hear them out 👀 consider me intrigued

OMG THANK YOU FOR THE ASK BUCKLE UP

(a minor comics spoiler incoming—no plotline or events or anything like that, just a detail about Lucien/Lucienne’s past)

SO. Lucienne was actually Dream’s first raven!!! First EVER. And when she didn’t want to be his raven anymore, she chose to be his royal librarian. And Dream is, yknow, billions of years old, and we don’t know how old he was when he first started having raven companions—but we can safely assume it’s been a long-ass time. Lucienne is the person Dream has spent the most time with over more years than you or I can easily imagine. We know Dream is close with Death, and we know Dream considers Hob a friend, but he does not see either of them often.

He trusts Lucienne. Take what Dream says in Chapter 6 of Brief Lives (Vol. 7 of the comics), for example: “When I was held captive, and the castle crumbled, Lucien stayed here, and did his duty as best he saw it, while the rest of you fled. Who else here can make that claim?” + “Lucien demonstrated loyalty and faith. I see nothing strange about placing my trust in him.” (I went and checked the comics to get this exactly right because I am such a nerd about The Sandman.)

The Dreaming is a part of Dream and he a part of it. He quite literally trusts Lucien/Lucienne with himself. And for a being such as Dream, that is no small matter.

Pivoting back to the show…I love how Lucienne deals with Dream’s shit. Like, she has known him too long to fall over herself trying to be subservient to him. She advises him. She’s not afraid to push back. When he’s a dick to her, she doesn’t just pretend it didn’t happen. The way she says “oh?” when he tries to apologise to her is my favorite thing ever btw.

Change is such a massive theme of both the comics and the show, and I think Lucienne bears witness to and is impacted by the largest portion of it!! The significance of that drives me insane!! Dream APOLOGISES to her. He tells her SHE WAS RIGHT. (As he should. The bare minimum etc etc). He’s TRYING TO LISTEN MORE. That’s HUGE for Dream, the enormous asswad!!! They are such important people in each other’s lives.

Also, sorry, the way the Corinthian says “you can’t change him. You can’t save him, either” MURDERS MEEEEEE. He kind of read Lucienne to filth right there, I gotta say. She believes Dream to be worthy of saving and worthy of changing even when he does not believe that of himself.

Lucienne said she never felt abandoned. For a century, as her home rotted around her, as her friends and neighbors fled one by one until only she remained, she never felt abandoned. The incredible trust between herself and Dream goes both ways. She is in fact (as Vivienne herself has pointed out) loyal to a fault. That unshakability…wow.

ALSO THE WAY SHE HOLDS HIS HAND WHEN HE COMES HOME. THE WAY HE REVERENTLY MURMURS HER NAME LIKE A PRAYER. HELLO????

In conclusion: they are life partners your honour

(Tagging @lucienne-thee-librarian in case she has anything to add!)

[aworldforastage]

2023 Reading Log

In order of completion...

(Audiodrama art for The Plays of Lips and Teeth, Concealed and Blended: Fendai, Joyful Reunion)

1. 唇齿之戏 张佩奇 -- The Plays of Lips and Teeth [#cczx]

2. 粉黛 七世有幸 -- Concealed and Blended: Fendai [#fendai]

3. 天潢贵胄 漫漫何其多

4. 我成了虐文女主她亲哥 刘狗花 -- I Became the Older Brother of the Heroine in an Abusive Novel [#nwnz]

5. 相见欢 非天夜翔 -- Joyful Reunion [#xjh]

6. 陛下万安 决绝 -- Your Majesty, Be at Ease [#bxwa]

7. 总裁的狮子驯养日记 患者阿离

8. 妃嫔媵嫱 七月侯 -- Fei Ping Ying Qiang [#fpyq]

9. 铜雀春深 北有乔木St

10. 不枉 余酲

11. 天官赐福 墨香铜臭 -- Heaven Official's Blessing [#tgcf]

12. 魔尊他念念不忘 墨西柯 -- The Demon Venerable’s Wistful Desire [#魔尊他念念不忘]

13. 书穿后被暴君标记了 池翎

14. 督主有病 杨溯 -- Governor’s Illness [#dzyb]

15. 日落大道 卡比丘 -- Sunset Boulevard [#sunsetblvd]

16. 火焰戎装 水千丞 – Blazing Armor [#hyrz]

17. 内娱第一花瓶 三三娘 [#dyhp]

18. 邪门的爱情出现了 丧心病狂的瓜皮 -- Evil Love Appears [#邪门的爱情出现了]

19. 花瓶 困倚危楼 -- Flower Vase [#花瓶 困倚危楼]

20. 太平长安 盐盐Yany -- Placid Chang’an [#tpca]

(Mao'er audiodrama cover for I Became the Older Brother of the Heroine in an Abusive Novel, and Governor’s Illness , and Ximalaya audiobook cover for Blazing Armor)

21. 恰如其分 菡萏花开

22. 逢狼时刻 吕天逸 -- Meeting the Wolf

23. 亡命之徒的退休生涯 FOX -- The Retirement Life of a Runaway Desperado [#wmzt]

24. 望春冰 符黎

25. 凛冬岑寂 长不出青苔

26. 荒野植被 麦香鸡呢 -- Wilderness Vegetation [#hyzb]

27. 作践 十步方寒 [#作践]

28. 可一可再 反舌鸟 [#可一可再]

29. 隐婚 久陆

30. 残疾战神嫁我为妾后 刘狗花 -- After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine [#cjzs]

31. 楚囚 林萨

32. 贪恋 莫以风 (original AD)

33. 富贵长安 五朵云 -- The Rich And Honorable Chang'an

34. 交易沦陷 在下小神j [#交易沦陷]

35. 臣服 墨奈何/墨青城 -- Surrender (Book 1) [#臣服]

36. 臣服II 墨奈何/墨青城 -- Surrender (Book 2) [#臣服2]

37. [重生]昨年 素飞柳

38. 每天都想抱崽的Omega 杳杳一言

39. 苏长清倒霉的一生 月色霜华

40. 渠清如许 清明谷雨

(audiobook cover art for Wilderness Vegetation, AD cover art for 作践, After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine)

41. 泾渭情殇 请君莫笑 (GL) -- Clear and Muddy Loss of Love [#jwqs]

42. 然后就爱了 viburnum

43. 九千岁[重生] 绣生 [#九千岁]

44. 游龙随月 耳雅 [#ylsy]

45. 小福晋 半缘修道 [#小福晋]

46. 三嫁咸鱼 比卡比 -- Married Thrice to Salted Fish [#sjxy]

47. 合意 楚寒衣青 [#合意]

48. 陛下有一段白月光 天北闻秋 [#陛下有一段白月光]

49. 暗河长明 冷山就木

50. 欲言难止 麦香鸡呢 -- Eternities Still Unsaid Till You Love Me [#欲言难止]

51. 老婆是顶级Alpha，我该怎么办 海藻大王 [#老婆是顶级Alpha]

52. 有名 木更木更 -- In Name Only [#有名]

53. 心毒 初禾 -- Poison of the Heart [#心毒]

54. 危险人格 木瓜黄 -- Dangerous Personality

55. 穿成苏培盛了 一渡清河 [#ccspsl]

56. 为什么这种A也能有O 图南鲸 -- Why Is It Possible For This Type Of A To Also Have An O? [#为什么这种A也能有O]

57. 寒武再临 水千丞 -- The Return of Cambrian Period [#hwzl]

58. 奉君侧之十年心 天娜

59. 奉君侧之生死劫 天娜

60. 龙血/养父 水千丞 -- Dragon Blood

(Mao'er audiodrama cover for Clear and Muddy Loss of Love, In Name Only, and Dragon Blood)

btw ... I feel obligated to disclaim that just because I finished a novel doesn't mean I don't regret it or would recommend it ...

Books which I have read significant amount but stopped (but think I would like to finish someday ... )

剑名不奈何 淮上 -- The Sword Named No Way Out

电竞魔王集结营 青梅酱 -- The E-Sports Circle’s Toxic Assembly Camp

长安少年游 明月倾 --

德萨罗人鱼 深海先生 -- Desharow Merman [#德萨罗人鱼]

余污 肉包不吃肉 – Remnants of Filth

忧郁先生想过平静生活 青色羽翼 -- Mr. Melancholy Wants to Live a Peaceful Life [#yyxs]

魔尊也想知道 青色羽翼 -- Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know

不要在垃圾桶里捡男朋友 骑鲸南去 -- Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

情敌每天都在变美 公子于歌 -- Your Rival in Love Gets Prettier Every Day

燎原 不问三九 -- Wildfire

沉舟 楚寒衣青

楚天以南 大风不是木偶 -- Under Clear Skies

乱世为王 顾雪柔/非天夜翔 -- To Rule in a Turbulent World

人鱼陷落 麟潜 -- The Fallen Merman

谁把谁当真 水千丞 -- Winner Takes All

凤于九天 风弄 -- Feng Yu Jiu Tian

营养过良 芥菜糊糊 -- The Nutrition is Too Good

Tags for works I haven't started reading:

六爻 Priest -- Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect [#liu yao]

台风眼 潭石-- The Eye of the Storm [#tfy]

判官 木苏里 -- Panguan [#panguan]

[sluttsumu]

[ HOUSE PET ] - ATSUMU MIYA

warnings: 🔞, oral sex, use of the word ‘pet’, degradation, spit, hair pulling, dacryphilia, mentions of gambling

pairing: atsumu miya x f!reader

genre: kakegurui au, smut

wc: 1.2k

a/n: this was supposed to be different but anyways of atsumu using his house pet as a cum dump <3 if you haven’t watched kakegurui might be a lil confusing. THIS IS IN HONOUR OF MY BABYS BIRTHDAY YAL KNOW I HAD TO POST SOMETHING FOR HIM. i did not proof read this btw!

If you knew your gambling addiction would’ve landed you throat fucked by your upperclassman, you probably would’ve quit while you still could.

“What fuckin’ filth” He spat, gripping the collar of your shirt harshly, his nails ripping the expensive fabric. Tears fill up your eyes as well as hopelessness, the fear of being owned by Miya Atsumu was one that would cause anyone to sob.

You’ve made a lot of mistakes in your life but this took the cake, you chose to gamble with seat number four on Hyakkaou Private Academy’s student council, who’s family was insanely rich. He had all the money in the world to gamble with, but that didn’t matter his skills would still win him any bout of money he wished to posses.

“Surely you’ll be a house pet forever with a debt of 10 million yen” Gambling with a member of the student council might’ve been your worst mistake yet. Terrified, and absolutely humiliated but the growing heat between your thighs made this almost worth it.

“I-I’m sorry!” You cry out in pure fear of another one of his brutal punishments.

“You’re sorry?” His eyes widen, causing a prominent vain to stick out of his forehead. Atsumu was fed up with you and your lies, deep down he knew what you wanted, and so did you. “You’re not sorry.”

Your shudders and cries only continue with your back against the wall and pride on the floor. “W-What?” You babble, barely audible due to your hyperventilating. A slick smile grew on his face, leaving you paralyzed, nothing was ever good for you when that frivolous grin appears.

“You don’t think I know?” His face gradually reaching closer, the grip on your uniform tighter. Know what?Was your only thought, there’s nothing you were hiding at least nothing you weren’t delusional to. Delusional to the fact that all you wanted was your owner balls deep in your quivering cunny.

“You don’t think I can smell your arousal? All you want is for me to fuck you, huh mittens?” And there it was, your secret on display for him to toy with. Were you really that obvious, to the point where he’d figured it out himself? Atsumu was always a smart boy but concealing your lust for him was always a main priority of yours.

“Tell me, tell me how much you want me” Atsumu’s ego was thriving, his innocent little house pet in love with him, when he just saw you as something he could use when he wanted. Your babbling, your whimpering, your crying, he found it adorable. Hearing you embarrassingly admit your little crush on him would be the icing on the cake for his sadistic mind.

You stayed silent. He hates when you do that, stand there all innocent while he has to wait for an answer from you, and if he didn’t get one, he’d force one out of you one way or another. His grip released your shirt as he stood there with a disgusted look on his face. “Get on all fours, pet” Your eyes glassed over as you fell onto your hands and knees like a pet, his pet.

“Crawl over to that table.” He demanded pointing to where he asked you to go, you crawl across the room as he walks along side you, observing your behaviour.

He leaned against the table, crossing his arms while you stood on your knees in front of him, helplessly awaiting his next order. His hand trailed on the side of your face, thumb rubbing back and fourth on the plush of your cheek. “I will pay all your debt if you agree to be my personal cum slut” Lust consumed every thought in your head. You didn’t care about your debt, and Atsumu knew that. He could’ve simply asked and you would comply at the drop of a hat. You nod your head eagerly, agreeing to his crude proposition. His finger swipes your bottom lip, making them part momentarily.

“Put these to good use, yeah?”

The way his hands set on his belt told you everything you needed to know. His fingertips undid the buckle swiftly before sliding it and his dress pants off. Your eyes beamed at the way his cock spring out of his pants just tapping his stomach, meanwhile his eyes menacingly peered back.

“Go on, no need to be shy now”

You grab his length slowly stroking up and down, imitating his actions from before. Placing your mouth around the tip you begin sucking as saliva trails from your mouth down his shaft. “Just like that” He coos slightly adjusting. His hand cups the back of your head pushing you down a little further as you continue sucking and stroking. A groan escapes his lips, sending relief down your spine that you were making him feel good. His hand palms the back of your head keeping you locked on the base of his cock, causing you to choke. Fuck did he love that sound. Tears prickle in the outer corner of your eyes before staining your cheeks, he removes his hand causing your mouth to latch off leaving a string of spit behind. The gradual build of spit in your mouth left it full.

He wanted a show? He was gonna get one. One thing you did not lack was determination no matter what it was.

Emptying your mouth full of spit on him, before stroking again — but faster. Returning your mouth to his cock now bobbing it up and down, you ran your tongue over your teeth to prevent using them. Atsumu’s chest began to rise and fall a bit quicker, quiet moans, and profanities escaped his throat as you continuously sucked him off. “Fuck pretty baby, you might just make me cum“ He moved your hair out of your face so he could see it clearer, admiring the flushed expression you wore. Not only was he enjoying himself, but you were too and he could see that.

“Such a cock whore, you love this don’t you?” ‘Mhm’ You mumble around him, sending vibrations through his lower half. You let your mouth off once more coming off with a ‘pop’ noise, as you steadily stroke him, saliva covering your hands.

“Stick your tongue out” Doing as told you stuck your tongue out, leaving your mouth agape before it being filled with his cock once more. He fists your hair in both hands as he begins to facefuck you. With every rut of his hips, his cock brushed the back of your throat, pleading eyes stared back up him as he abruptly used you for an orgasm. Thats it at the end of the day you were nothing but a toy for him to play with. “Y-yes nghhh”His thrust became sloppy as he emptied thick ropes in your mouth.

“Don’t swallow just yet” Grabbing his phone out of his jacket pocket a light shone in your face from the flash “So pretty” his hand caressing your tearstained cheek once again. “Swallow it for me” With one swift gulp the saline liquid made way down your throat. He stared at you, eyes hazy and love drunk.

He picked the perfect cum slut.

tagging: @planetonet @hqintheclub​

sluttsumu 2021

[thebooktopus]

if ever you needed an introduction to the wonder that is the jegulus fandom, @screamingfae is a great place to start. her fics have been forcing me to take another look at the slytherins of the marauders era and damn am I glad I've given them a chance.

PLUS, we can all thank sophie for bringing more James Potter content to the world via the JP fest AND more Regulus content via the Regulus Black fest (claiming open now!). always looking forward to the next AU she's going to bring to the table or the next monster she's going to force me to fall in love with. the trials and tribulations, i swear... 😆♥️

random superlatives & recs:

my intro to trans regulus (oh, btw, I'm never going back): Yes, Sir // E // 4K // Jegulus // written with @fuckboyregulus, this fic brought me to my kneeeees. love a JP who's up for anything, fell in love with this fic's barty, and love love love all of the emotions that came up while I was reading.

patiently waiting for ch2: The Filth // E // WIP // Jegulus Plus? // i can't read WIPs (I read too much and always end up having to re-read from the beginning, idk take it up with my brain) but i CANNOT wait for this one!! I mean, that last relationship tag...????

fuck or die haunted house: you know how to keep me breathing // E // 10K // Jegulus // i'm pretty sure "fuck or die haunted house" wraps up everything you need to know about this fic, but here's a fun quote just in case: “I don’t want to know why Sirius brought lube to a haunted house."

if you told me that i'd ever care a single bit about barty crouch jr i would've said you were crazy: this is a gift (it comes with a price) // M // Regulus/Barty Crouch Jr. // oooh you'll get lost in this creepy little fic that'll leave you wanting to wrap BARTY CROUCH JR up in a giant hug and secret him away from the world. horror - mind the tags.

sophie, hope this delivers a little love to your dash and I hope you're having a great day. 💚

for more info on mutuals march and/or to figure out why the hell I just wrote an ode to you, check out this post.

[silverhallow]

What’s ur fave bridgerton fic? (Overall and the absolute filth)

as usual i can't just give one answer so here is a few hahahaha

my favourite comfort fic is Good Girls by @newtonsheffield like whenever i feel crappy I read it and go back through all the posts on Tumblr and it always makes me feel better.

My favourite non-canon fic is Core of You by @fact-fictionx its an Benedict/OC and I fucking love it.

My favourite E Rated fic is Go on Leave me Breathless by @redpensandgreenarrows

my favourite fic at the moment is Take My Hand, Now and Forever by @bridgertonbabe

my favourite filth, not written by me (which given 30 of the 79 E Rated benophie fics are written by me... and loads of them just have them tagged as an extra... which is irritating AF btw!) is Euphoria again by @fact-fictionx

[icequeenbae]

Call Me, Baby (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Established relationship, PWP, filth, smut

Warnings: phone sex is all it is lmao, use of sex toys, dirty talk, creampie (don’t ask), general naughtiness a heated discussion of pubic hair, name-calling, Baek gives his gf a custom-made dick what else is new, lots of texting for some reason, a lil cameo from Nini and Kyungsoo^^

Word Count: ~3.3k

Summary: Baekhyun knows how much you miss him while he’s touring, so why not gift you with a real-life vibrating replica of his dick? New toys are always exciting to try out. Makes for fun video calls. Right?

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s note: Hi guysss! I planned for this to come out earlier but life got in the way 🤷‍♀️ You’re still here and craving some dirty, right? Hehe well, if so, I gotcha! Long-distance is on my mind a lot, so all kinds of scenarios are getting conjured up around it (don’t worry, this one won’t be sad haha). @baekshoney​ who helps me out with my hectic writing knows how much stuff is buried in my head and Word/ Google docs, so we’ll definitely stay in touch, guys!! 😂  Anyways, don’t let me hold you back with my rambling. Please enjoy ❣

Network tag: @supermwritersnet​

Your phone buzzed in your hands with an incoming text message, and you shifted excitedly on the bed before tapping to read it.

‘They’re gonna head out for drinks now’

‘I said I wanted to go lie down’

‘Not a complete lie ㅋㅋㅋㅋ’

You chuckled at Baekhyun’s shamelessness as he continued typing up at light speed.

‘I’m so excited for this Y/N’

‘I’ve been thinking about it all week’

He wasn’t the only one. You were pretty anxious to get to your ‘online date’ yourself. It wasn’t the first time, but you’d never done it like this. But he’d had promotions with two of his groups almost back-to-back, so this time both of you were getting quite attention-starved. And horny.

‘Are you typing on the go?’  You shot back between his very quick messages.

‘Yeah, I’m almost leaping ㅋㅋ’

‘I need to get everything ready’

‘Please don’t put me on speaker while you shower…’  You teased, and he was prompt to disagree.

‘Why’s that? >< Since when don’t you like joining me in the shower, Y/N-ah? We gon have a talk’

‘Since I hate being drowned in it! Lol’

That was actually a true story. He did drop his phone during such a call once.

‘Who cares, phones are waterproof these days’

‘Don’t try and tell me you didn’t like the view that you got’

Your giggle turned into a coughing fit. Oh, that was quite the view. You doubted anyone else saw what you saw that day. Although, you could never be sure with Baekhyun… He was indeed shameless. You wouldn’t put it past him.

‘I’m sure you’re all nice and red by now but I got great news… I already showered after the show ^^’

Thank God. That meant less waiting for you. It was certainly a relief since you’d been playing with Baekhyun’s naughty gift for the last half an hour or so. The thing was… quite uncanny. Literally unique. One of a kind. Custom-made just for you.

‘I’m already in my room btw, you can wait a few mins or call me now, baby’

‘Ha, wait a few more minutes? No, thank you,’ you thought, placing a video call.

‘I knew you’d have zero patience,’ was what he greeted you with.

‘Why did you even ask?’ You rolled your eyes.

He laughed, leaving his phone with its camera facing the ceiling. But not before you caught sight of his shirtless frame. What a walking snack he was, with those dark nipples staring right back at you. Oh, you couldn’t wait to indulge.

‘I didn’t want you complaining that you couldn’t see me,’ he replied, rustling outside your view.

Damn right, you wanted to complain.

‘What are you looking for anyway?’ You sat up on the bed, grabbing another pillow to lean back comfortably.

‘What do you think? Lube,’ he responded in the most casual voice, and you cackled.

Baekhyun and his lube. The man liked it to go smoothly.

‘What do you need it for? I don’t recall gifting you a real-size silicone replica of my pussy.’

The rustling paused, and your boyfriend suddenly picked up the phone, showing his interested face in the frame.

‘That’s not a bad idea at all, you know?’ He said, smoldering.

‘Hey, I don’t think I’m ready to go through the 3D modeling just yet.’

Of course, Baekhyun told you all about the manufacturing process. He only did it because one of his best friends came up with the technology, and everything was one hundred percent discreet. Otherwise, there was no chance he’d wax every inch of his crotch and take high-definition pictures of his dick while fully erect. Wouldn’t you like to get your hands on those shots…

Anyway, from what you could tell now that you were holding the artificial phallus, the tech was pretty damn good. Said friend was about to become rich as heck. Especially if that thing was really capable of the stuff you read in the manual. Baekhyun had no idea about some of the features included.

‘Ugh, don’t even remind me. Waxing my balls was the worst decision I’ve ever made. But I wanted it to be perfect… I did it for you!’ He exclaimed dramatically, and you waved him off.

‘Don’t tell a girl that waxing once makes you a hero. I am very familiar with the concept of pain.’

‘Hey, I never asked you to do it,’ he shrugged, leaning away from the camera to, judging by the sound, roam through more of his things. ‘I quite like it when you leave your pussy ragged.’

‘I hate your phrasing,’ you scrunched your nose up, itching to get back at him by pinching hard; preferably on the nipple. ‘And you’re in for a nice surprise.’

‘Found it!’ He announced victoriously, getting on the bed to finally settle down. ‘Wait, what did you just say?’

‘Huh?’ You batted your eyelashes innocently.

‘Y/N…’ He singsonged. ‘Are you saying what I think you’re saying?’

‘Maybe?’ You looked away, and he gasped.

‘Show me!’

Funny how the premise of you embracing pubic hair would be so exciting for your boyfriend.

‘All in due time. Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.’

‘I can show you mine like- right now,’ he shrugged, tugging his pants off quickly.

‘Hey, hey, chill. Not what we agreed on!’ You reminded, and he gave you a determined look. ‘Oppa, you promised.’

‘Ah, don’t ‘oppa’ me!’ He ran his hand through his hair impatiently. ‘Okay, but you have to promise to keep it at least till I return.’

‘Oh, I might keep it for good. Less trouble for me.’

‘Right, minus the grooming issue,’ he nodded, eagerly supporting your argument.

‘Hey, that doesn’t mean no grooming at all. I’m not suddenly going completely au naturelle.’

That was true. You wanted to keep everything neat and shapely, so the ‘issue’ wasn’t off the table, just significantly less problematic for you. And, apparently, beneficial in more ways than one.

‘I’m putting you on hold to browse through flight tickets, please stand by,’ Baekhyun announced, making you snort.

‘Ugh. You’re still running your mouth, and I’m not getting any closer to coming. I think me and Mr Hyun over here would do great without you…’

‘Yah, what the hell. You’re giving me up just because I cannot physically fuck you at the moment?’

‘It also vibrates. Do you?’

He gave you a challenging look.

‘I can if you want me to.’

It seemed like your words had hit his male pride a little, so he instantly snapped into a very different mindset. Just the way you wanted him.

‘Can ‘Mr Hyun’ suck your sexy little nipples?’

Your insides shrunk at this challenge, and then your heart rate skyrocketed.

‘I don’t know- can he?’ You swallowed, before slowly pulling your top up, letting Baekhyun catch a glimpse of your naked breast.

Holding the controversial item of the night close to your face now, you stuck out your tongue and swirled it over the tip to coat it with saliva.

It didn’t… taste like anything in particular, maybe slightly rubbery. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but you wished that it had Baekhyun’s flavor. You missed having it on your tongue. In fact, you didn’t give it any more thought before you angled the object to give the entire length a lick. It was nice. Soft yet firm, just the right size, an exact copy of your boyfriend’s dick. Playing with the silky tip for a few more moments, you got carried away and sucked more of it in, moaning as you felt pressure in your throat.

‘Fucking whore,’ Baekhyun cursed, and you coughed while sliding the vibrator out of your mouth. ‘We were talking about your nipples, slut.’

He always became crude when he was aroused like this. It had been quite some time since you had sex, real, non-virtual sex, and you realized how quick and rough this encounter would’ve been if offline. You were both determined to make this one just as spicy though.

‘What about them?’ You talked back, now swirling the wet tip of the toy around the areola. ‘Feels pretty good.’

He watched hungrily as you teased yourself, and palmed himself through his boxers.

‘Lose the top,’ he demanded, not getting enough of the view.

You granted him this wish, albeit taking your sweet time.

Lying back, you gave him a closeup of your glistening nipple for a second and then angled it up so that he could see your face.

‘Looking rough,’ you teased, enjoying the mess you’d managed to make of your beloved in mere minutes.

Judging by the delicious flex in his pec and bicep, he was stroking his already hardened flesh.

‘Bite your tongue,’ he quipped, and you chuckled at his moodiness. ‘Let’s see how ready you are. Use your fingers. And fucking show me.’

The excessive swears meant he was getting impatient from your provocative behavior, so you moved it along and got rid of your panties. You switched to the main camera before reaching down to touch yourself.

Baekhyun’s hand froze. He ran his tongue over his lips not once but twice, mouthing a curse and lifting up a bit to see more of your nakedness.

You slid your fingers down, gently rubbing your entrance, and then dragged them up to spread the juices over your lips absentmindedly. What you actually paid attention to was the screen. How Baekhyun swallowed, almost forgetting to blink as he watched you touch yourself. The red blotches on his skin that meant he was heating up alright. As well as the dark glint of his eyes that you missed so much.

Turning your pelvis up slightly, you lowered the phone so that the camera caught the lewdness of your ministrations. Your boyfriend groaned, gaze wandering over the tiny curls under your palm.

‘I wish I could stuff my face between your legs right now,’ he muttered, eyeing the slow circles your finger drew around your clit. ‘As soon as I’m home… I’m diving headfirst in there.’

You chuckled softly at his eagerness.

‘Oh-’ He touched the corner of his mouth with his thumb. ‘I’m drooling already, the hell…’

Humming, you switched the camera to your face.

‘I think it’s your turn now, baby.’

He narrowed his eyes but shifted the camera focus to his crotch. The outline of his hard-on was painfully obvious, and you swallowed in anticipation. Baekhyun, giving zero fucks about the cinematography, tugged his boxers halfway down before enveloping his dick with a low grunt. You loved hearing him. In fact, you were sure you just became significantly more aroused just from the sound of him enjoying himself.

‘Play with the tip,’ you whispered, voice faltering.

‘I can see you swirling your tongue in your mouth, little slut,’ Baekhyun noted, busting you. ‘Can’t live without feeling me in your throat, can you?’

‘M-yes,’ you agreed easily. ‘When you hold me by the hair and get deep…’

‘Like an actual whore. What else do you love?’

‘I love to choke on you. And to tease your tip while pumping you quickly.’

‘Mm, like this?’ Baekhyun’s thumb glided over the head of his dick before his hand ran down and back up, squeezing gently.

‘Faster,’ you corrected, and his jerking became more rapid.

Your eyes began to water from staring, and you blinked, at last, tearing them from the bulging veins on his hand. It was your cue to use your new toy.

‘I’m getting Mr Hyun now,’ you announced, shifting on the bed to reach for it. ‘Lube yourself up.’

Baekhyun shuffled, probably looking for the tube, and cleared his throat.

‘Give me a nice angle,’ he demanded, spreading the transparent substance over his dick.

You rearranged the pillows on the bed so that one of them was right in front of you, holding the camera in the right position. That way he got a direct view of your pussy getting fucked.

Damn, this was hot.

Finally lying back, you ran the tip of the vibrator between your folds. Your arousal was clinging to it, coating it and creating a pleasant slippery sensation between your skin and the material of the toy.

‘Shit, it looks even better from here…’ Baekhyun groaned, tightening his fist. ‘Slip it inside.’

You did as you were told, only allowing a few centimeters in before slowly pulling it out. Your boyfriend’s lustful eyes were glued to your gaping hole the entire time.

Although you couldn’t see him jerking off, you could hear the wet sounds it produced. He lubed up well. The quiet squelching made you moan, closing your eyes in bliss.

‘Ah- so pretty,’ Baekhyun murmured, and you slipped the toy inside again, immediately hitting your sweet spot.

You squeaked, startled by the quick spark of pleasure, and your lover sighed a weak laugh through his arousal.

‘Get it all the way in. I wanna be balls deep in that pussy.’

You whined in pleasure as you slid the entire length inside your dripping hole.

‘Oh god… It’s almost as good as you.’

‘That was the deal,’ Baekhyun gritted. ‘Shit, I can see from here you’re wet as fuck.’

‘Yeah,’ you pressed a tiny button, and the vibration against your walls made you mewl.

‘I want to see you come right now.’

You turned the vibration up and arched your back from the jolt of pleasure.

‘Fuck, don’t slow down,’ Baekhyun picked up the phone and leaned back again, catching his sweaty chest and tense arm in the frame.

He was going pretty hard himself, from what you could tell, but you didn’t have it in you to even ask if he was close. Your hand shoved the vibrator inside you abruptly, hitting the best spots, and you couldn’t contain your moans.

Baekhyun was going crazy too, watching you writhe and sob. Your phone had slid down the pillow, so most of his screen now was your just hole split open by his (although artificial) dick. He was already shaking from the intense pre-orgasmic excitement when you suddenly yelped, jerking your pelvis forward. You were coming, calling out his name so loudly he was sure the entire neighborhood could hear you.

But so was he.

Blacking out for a few seconds, he groaned at full volume, jerking himself off to completion. When his vision cleared, the first thing he saw was his abdomen, littered with his own cum. Blindly finding the phone he dropped in the act, he took to the screen, and…

‘What the fuck?’

You giggled at his abrupt swear.

‘Surprise!’

‘How does it produce cum?’ He asked, enchanted by the sight of the creamy liquid escaping your pussy.

‘You put it into a small reservoir in advance. It’s warm, too,’ you giggled at his gasp and reached for the phone. ‘Better than I expected but has nothing on the real deal.’

Your boyfriend chuckled, cheeks rounding so sweetly no one would even believe it was him just minutes ago, calling you a whore and watching close-ups of you fucking yourself like it was the most captivating view.

‘Are you sure no one could hear you?’

‘Nah. This entire wing is ours, and everyone is out getting shitfaced, so…’

‘That’s good. I didn’t expect it to get so loud,’ you admitted sheepishly.

‘What do you mean? You’re always loud,’ he snickered. ‘I love that about you.’

‘Me? I think you underestimate your volume.’

‘Hey, don’t make me come over there,’ he shook his index finger in front of the camera and you laughed.

‘I’d like to see you try.’

He put his phone on the pillow, mimicking you, and you were now both lying on your sides, facing each other.

‘I miss this the most,’ he suddenly acknowledged.

‘What, you wanna go again?’

‘No, not the sex,’ he chuckled. ‘Although, I do miss it. A lot. But I miss this even more. The moments after, when we’re cooling off. Talking, touching… I think I miss it the most, the simplest physical contact.’

You smiled fondly at him. There was nothing you wanted more than to plant chaste kisses all over his face now. Well. On second thought, they didn’t have to be chaste.

‘I know. It’s because we talk a lot when you’re away but touching through the screen isn’t possible. Yet.’

He nodded, sighing.

‘Maybe someday in the near future…’

‘Sure. They can make an ejaculating copy of your dick these days, the tech is getting there.’

You both laughed, and Baekhyun stretched on the bed, yawning.

‘It’s late at yours. Go clean up and rest, honey.’

‘I’m not sleepy,’ he protested as usual.

What a child. As if he could fool you.

‘Yes, you are. Didn’t you tell me yesterday your schedule is packed for the next few days?’

‘Yeah, but-’

‘No buts. I’m not going anywhere, baby. You can spam me tomorrow morning.’

‘Yah, I don’t spam you!’

At this, you snorted.

‘Sending me ten identical selfies to showcase how swollen your face got after sleep is considered spamming. But I welcome it. I love your puffy face.’

‘Will send you zero pictures tomorrow,’ he pouted, putting the camera right to his face at an unfavorable angle.

‘What are you willing to bet on it?’

‘Ah, you’re right. I’ll send you something naughty to make you suffer.’

‘You’re forgetting I have Mr Hyun now…’

He scowled at your statement.

‘I’ll have to challenge him to a duel!’

‘No reason to risk it. I can take two…’

He smirked, and you realized where his mind went with it. But it was much too late to do anything about it.

‘I’ll… keep that in mind. Goodnight, babe!’ He laughed obnoxiously, ending the call before you could say anything in protest.

You scoffed at the screen, typing a semi-angry ‘I hate you xxx’ before putting the phone away and forcing yourself up to change the sheets and tidy up.

***

As you finished the cleanup, your phone chimed again.

‘Why aren’t you sleeping…’ You grumbled, opening the message.

‘I just had an intervention… ><’

Below were screenshots from his chat with Jongin:

‘Kyungsoo-hyung is so mad at you rn. What the hell, hyung? ><’

‘What do you mean?’

‘What you skipped the drinks for… We heard you!!’

‘And? You’re pissed that I chose sex over destroying my liver?’

‘Or jealous..?ㅋㅋ ’

‘Not funny, hyung. How could you do that?! ><><><’

‘You’ll know when you’re older’

‘Hyung says he’s gonna tell her ><’

‘Who?’

‘Kyungsoo-hyung’

‘I mean her-who?’

‘Y/N!!! Your girlfriend??’

‘Wait… what’s he gonna tell her??’

‘That you’re a cheating bastard.’

‘That was Kyungsoo-hyung btw’

‘Excuse me???’

‘WE HEARD YOU’

‘Oh’

‘Well’

‘You can tell her’

‘In fact….she already knows ㅋㅋㅋㅋ ’

‘WHAT’

‘Yah, I can’t believe you thought I was cheating’

‘And! Planned to tell on me! Friends my ass…’

‘Not that I’d ever do anything like that, no one can be as good as my girl. Even when I can only get her on the phone’

‘You two are sick.’

‘That was Kyungsoo-hyung’

‘Wait, but how does she know? He’s not explaining it to me’

‘Like I said… You’ll know when you’re older, Jonginie’

You laughed so hard going through this exchange that you had to wipe the tears by the end of it. Closing the screenshots, you returned to the chat and typed up the response quickly.

‘Tell the boys I love them. Especially Jonginie, he’s so pure’

‘And I sure hope they’d rat you out if you so much as look the other way ><’

Baekhyun’s response came immediately.

‘HEY’

‘*pout*’

‘Love you’

You softened, typing a soggy ‘Love you more’.

‘More than Mr Hyun??’

His question made you scoff and settle on teasing him further with a short: ‘Mm…’

‘Y/N!?’

You snickered, responding quickly.

‘Okay, alright. I love you a liiiitle more than Mr Hyun’

‘But he vibrates’

He took a few seconds before forwarding you a message you sent him earlier.

‘>>I hate you xxx’

Then quickly backtracked: ‘…but I don’t. please love me too ㅠㅠ’

You couldn’t help but feel your heart warm up at his clinginess.

‘Go to bed already!’

‘P.S. Baekhyunie > Mr Hyun’

A/N: Thanks for reading!!^^ I hope you enjoyed this little sin story! I’d love to hear from you in the comments/ asks, I also encourage reblogging if you wish to support my work 💌 In any case, much love💜

[jimikkyu]

I did not follow you on twt to see buttholes!! I was on the bus and you put it in a moodboard!! Have you thought that not all your followers want to see pornographic things?? also I saw you liking an incest between a dad and his child. So you are into pedo now?? Or you just want to be fucked by your dad since you like so much incest??

oh god. i haven't checked tumblr in... over a year? but oh god i'm laughing so so bad at this i'm sorry bxbxbxh. first of you should read bios of people you randomly follow. mine clearly states nsfw content as i am a nsfw writer on there. second, just unfollow me omg. and third!!!! YOU CAME FOR THE WRONG FIC IF YOU WANTED TO COMPLAIN ABOUT INCEST XHNXHXNXHXJXH i'm legit laughing so so bad omg. like I've had the brother fucker as my pinned for weeks, always talk about them and you didn't notice??? oh god. and fr, dead dove is a thing. doesn't mean i'm into it irl ffs TT

i assume you mean the selfcest fic right? the one with the amazing moodboard and that pretty ass up there? did you read it?👀 3k of pure filth 🥰koo's adorable isn't he? please reread it and do it well.

and PLEASE look up what pedophilia means TT don't go using words you don't know the meaning of like that 😭 it's embarrassing. and btw. it's called dead dove sweetheart 🙄 the tags are there you can mute them or something. not my responsibility at all.

[djarrex]

Hi everyone, just wanted to address what happened last night along with some other things from before that all tie in together.

There’s multiple parts to the following post - please make sure you read all of it if you’re gonna take the time to even start.

It was midnight and y'all were still jumping in on anon and telling me how I'm awful for not commenting, owning up, or taking responsibility - I should have been in bed. I have a life and job outside this app; and with the several of you in my inbox and it being too late at night to address each, I’m gonna do it now. I can’t not say something about all of this. I just can’t keep quiet and ignore the problem - it’s not fair to you all. Deleting one post already has you guys even more riled up and all I wanted to do was offer something better than a “half-hearted apology” (it was very late at night when I wrote that very short apology, and wanted a redo tbh). 

I really didn't want to make a long post like this. I reached out to a select few on here because I care about them (there's more of you, but like I said, it was at the time after midnight and I was fucking exhausted). but I was being demanded for accountability. So here I am.

Allow me to be real with you all, if that's ok. If it's not, well, idk. First I wanna address all you anons, who, instead of speaking to me one on one about all this, want to criticize me and shame me and my writing when truthfully it feels like you haven't even read more than a handful of my work. I didn’t realize that I write the clones all the same way? That I always make them super aggressive and uncaring and dom? “you write every single clone as so dominant instead as unique individual men with their own personalities” Interesting. See, that right there tells me you haven't read nearly enough of my stuff for me to believe that's true. That's one accusation I absolutely will not back you on because I know it’s inaccurate - saying how I group the clones into some overly-aggressive, and uncaring category - that I always write all of them as mean in bed because they're men of color. And hey, if I do write rough smut - which yeah, it's out there and I write it, as do a lot of you - there are warnings at the beginning, aftercare, dialogue, reader sharing their feelings, and most importantly... consent between the two. That’s what warnings are for, so that you know what you’re going to be reading. That’s why I, as we all do, appreciate warnings listed at the tops of fics; honestly, write them sub or dom or switch or however you want but don’t come at me like that. I’m sorry if I'm coming across as rude because I'm usually not, I’m one of the nicest people you’ll meet, but I will not stand idly by while you chastise my writing (writing that is pretty much the same type of stuff a lot of you write & rb with the same characters) that you haven’t read enough of to back such claims.

Next: Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart,

I get it. Really, I do. I fully understand the problem of whitewashing in SW along with almost everywhere else, and I do not agree with it. It's a huge problem, and it needs to be rectified. Now just because I don't speak publicly about it and opt out of publicly shaming TBB, doesn't mean that I agree with what’s going on. Not everyone is comfortable with sharing their opinions on a subject, no matter what that subject is or which side they're on. You live and you learn when it comes to that. 

It has never been my intention to fetishize POC in my writing, which btw, the same people who are saying that it is my intention are the ones claiming I portray all of the clones as the same, aggressive men, lacking their individuality. It’s a claim that is simply not true, and I know I have followers on here to back me up on that. I know what I've written; how about you check it out and tell me that you don't see the words "soft" or "fluff" or "cuddling" or “gentle” or “tender” within my work linked in my ML. Clone character being a good partner and father? Tender love making? Holding each others faces in their hands? “We/you survived” sex? Taking care of their partner? Saying “I love you” to one another? Confirming the safe word and going slow at first? Oh my - riveting and harsh stuff - totally unacceptable.  

Now: My admittedly problematic writings of Rex + Zygerria,

I went into writing that rp fic totally unaware and unknowing of the true implications. For that, I sincerely apologize. When I posted the NSFW alphabet, that’s when I was called out on that rp fic - not when I first posted it. Which the timeline doesn’t matter, I know that, but it concerns me a little bit that no one spoke up about it sooner - letting me dig myself deeper into a hole that I didn’t realize I was inside of in the first place. I've apologized once, and I know that doesn't negate what happened; I acknowledged my mistake back then, but I suppose that wasn’t good enough. I had asked you, anon, to message me to give me guidance, to teach me on what to do about the fic - you stayed hidden. Well, respectfully, what the fuck? I know we're all adults but don't lecture me and avoid me when I’d literally reached out for guidance on how to properly rectify the issue. I fixed my wording in some of my fics (the things I’ve caught upon rereading them) because I recognized and more importantly learned about and from my mistakes along with the unintentional negative implications of how I wrote those characters. Some of y'all wanna tell me that I "haven't learned"? Who are you, my personal blog police? My professor? My life coach? Are you even my friend? If I'm wrong and haven't learned, then fucking educate me. I worked hard on that rp fic, just like I do with a majority of what I write, but it doesn’t matter because I will delete it knowing that it’s harmful to others and I apologize for inadvertently romanticizing slavery with what I wrote - it was unintentional, and I’m truly sorry to those who have been hurt by it. I know it’s wrong, and there’s no proper excuse for it. Can’t go back in time, but consider it gone now.

Since that first wakeup call, I’ve been working hard to ensure I avoid using certain words and ideas when describing the clones in my fics. If there’s still something you see that isn’t correct or is inappropriate, please tell me! Don’t hold it in but then jump on the “attack M” bandwagon. Private message me, or come peacefully off or on anon, there will be no hard feelings. I don’t mind being corrected when I make a mistake - that’s just part of life, we all make mistakes and we live and learn from them. Making mistakes doesn’t = scumbag human. When you hold your breath and choose not to take the time to guide me, and if I appear to still be making the same mistakes, well, idk. I’m telling you right now that I do not mind if you message me with the good intention of pushing me in the right direction. When you come at me with hostility on anon, well, no thank you. To the anons that came without rage: thank you! I read what you wrote, and I have a better understanding as to how my writing had hurt the lovely followers of mine, and tried to address as much as possible in this post. See, angry mob anons? It costs zero credits to be kind and offer up your thoughts and advice with a good heart. I’m not going to hate you or block you if you try to correct me. I don’t block unless you’re a snoopin’ minor. Just don’t hold a knife to my throat.

Now: Why did I delete the tags and then my response to that anon ask? 

Simply put: I felt awful. Deleting it doesn’t immediately mean I’m hiding from it and ignoring the issue. I wanted to come up with a better apology, explanation, whatever you wanna call it, because my followers deserve that. The ones who enjoy my work, the ones who interact, the ones who I call my friends, the ones who know that I’m a good person. Didn’t want to leave the tags/post floating around all night, giving more people time to sharpen their pitchforks and join the mob while I attempted to sleep. Trust me, I know saying that I had no ill intentions when tagging that post doesn’t make it better nor does it make it go away. I’m just trying to show you my point of view, that I knew immediately how I should not have tagged it that way, so that’s why I deleted them. I corrected my mistake. But y’all are too fucking quick I swear.

One more thing:

I know some of you who had called me out with the passive-aggressive inbox messages are still following me, and for what? You don’t like what I post, which is why one would follow another in the first place, so why bother sticking around? Do you feel like you need to police my blog? You want to be there the literal minute I make a mistake? I’m gonna turn off anon for a bit, so if you wanna discuss, message me. Just know that if you’re going to come at me with knives out, I probably won’t reply to you. 

To conclude:

I’m sorry. Truly sorry for the entire Rex + Zygerria outfit + slaver ordeal with both the fic from a while ago and then the tags from last night. We can’t go back in time; the only option is to correct past mistakes that are able to be corrected, and then move on with new knowledge that’ll aid in me working even harder to ensure my writing isn’t inappropriate or offensive, and doesn’t hurt my followers nor the characters I write for. I’m still going to write self-indulgent filth and fluff, post-order 66 Rex, and other misc shit. I enjoy writing fanfic, as I know a lot of you enjoy reading what I write and love to talk to me about it. I hope that this didn’t come off as me being a bitch, because I’m really not. I enjoy interacting with the handful of people on here that I’d call my friends, and I love reading your reactions and tags to my fics when you’re excited and/or horny (LOL). It’s just after lunch time where I’m at, so I hope you have a great rest of the day/night/morning whatever for wherever you are.  

<3 

M

[snarkwrites]

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

NOTES:

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

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

PROMPTS:

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

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

FANDOM/CHARACTER:

Twilight, Embry Call x Imprint!OFC, Merisa.

OTHER PARTS:

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

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

WARNINGS:

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

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

TAGGING:

@kyleoreillysknee​ is the only person on my Twilight tag list. If you’d like to be added to it, ( I’m gonna be writing more for them most likely, I’ve been feeling it lately, idk mannn..) please let me know or add yourself to the doc linked below. If you’re not on my taglists, you won’t be tagged, fyi.

OTHER STUFF:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Meaning?”

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

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

And my reaction?

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

“Fuck.” I buried my face in my hands.

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

“Language, mermaid.”

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

“Maybe it can be fixed?”

“Oh, I doubt that.”

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

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

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

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

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

Not a sound.

Not even a hint that he might be home.

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

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

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

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

Determined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The way he’s called me baby twice now.

I don’t dare get my hopes up, do I?

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

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

I shook my head.

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

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

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

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

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

Now it was my turn to be shocked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And honestly, I didn’t want to.

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

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

As if I intended to stop him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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