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[misdemeanor]

Rules Are Rules

Embry x Reader

Smut! 18+

Me? Back out of nowhere with an Embry fic? Idk I missed yall so here you go 💝

Reader finds herself increasingly horny after discovering smut and enlists Embry to help.

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You had made fast friends with Embry, Quil, and Jacob after moving here, but it wasn’t until a couple months in that you learned (or found out– thanks Quil) about their shapeshifting tendencies. And it wasn’t until two months ago that Embry pulled you aside at a bonfire one night to express his undying love in the form of an imprint bond. You were terrified– you’d never even had a boyfriend! And now one of your closest friends was basically telling you that you guys were tethered for life. Embry had told you that this could look however you wanted… he would love to be with you, but would be more than happy to stay friends as long as you wanted. Forever, if that was what you wanted. In your panic at the whole situation, you told Embry you wanted to stay friends. He masked his disappointment well, but was a devoted friend, never overstepping or asking for more in fear of making you uncomfortable or pushing you away.

Sure, Embry was totally cute, and you had found yourself admiring him in more ways than one, but you had to stay friends. Not because you liked someone else or weren’t interested in commitment. It was because of your vaginismus. What guy would ever want to date a girl that had so many issues with sex? You could never do that to Embry. He had to be free to explore this part of life that was so important to young guys. You would just be a burden, always stopping due to pain or clamming up from the nerves. And so friends you stayed.

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Fan fiction was an incredible outlet for romantic hopes you couldn’t act on. Recently, you found yourself diving into the Tumblr rabbit hole that is smut. The possibilities explored through writing were insane– you’d seen porn, sure, but this always seemed to focus on the man in the situation. It never caught your interest, let alone turned you on. But this– this writing by random strangers online stirred feelings you didn’t know you had.

You were horny.

It was tough to act on anything because of your inexperience. You tried touching yourself, but didn’t find much sensation. You thought about toys, but shied away at the thought of having to hide something so blatantly sexual in your bedroom. What if your parents found it?

Thoughts like this raced through your mind as you sat with Emily on her couch watching a rerun of Grey’s Anatomy. Suddenly, a cacophony of footsteps charging through the front door pulled you away. The boys were back from patrol! Emily got up to start serving lunch while you lingered in the doorway of the kitchen, ready to help her if need be but able to join the boys’ conversation from the table. You must have caught them mid-chat.

“No way you did it right, dude,” said Paul. “If she wasn’t shaking, it wasn’t real.”

“C’mon, man! The ladies can’t get enough of this,” countered Jared. “I’m like a sex master.”

This was met with a round of teasing and punching from the rest of the guys. Apparently, Jared was getting restless waiting for his imprint bond to kick in, so he’d taken to Tinder to satiate his needs. The guys seemed to think he hadn’t satisfied his partner.

He continued, “Right when they start to clench up, you throw in a twist and start pounding. That’s what does it.” This seemed to align more with the male-centered videos you’d watched, and less with your favorite fics, but what did you know? You were a virgin with a vagina that refused to be penetrated who’d never even had an orgasm.

“You got it all wrong,” said Quil, “if the bed ain’t rattling from the start, she’s probably bored.”

You cringed internally at the thought of Quil ramming it into some poor, unsuspecting girl with no warm-up.

“You guys are such show-offs,” Embry chimed in, shaking his head as he picked at his muffin.

“Oh yeah? How about you enlighten us to the Embry technique, then,” challenged Jared, eager for the conversation to pull away from his own practices in bed.

“Girls like it gentle, and you can’t be changing shit up when they’re close. You have to just pick something that works and stick to it. And foreplay is key. Don’t be jamming it in as soon as the pants come off, Quil.” Embry spoke. The guys let out impressed huffs as you felt your face warming.

Now that sounded a lot more like the writing you had read. Maybe Embry really knew what he was talking about. Maybe he could give you the feelings you’d read about… and he was pretty cute. You probably wouldn’t have to persuade him much, either, with the whole imprint thing. As the conversation between the guys changed to car repairs, you were stuck fantasizing about Embry’s skills, and whether they were as good as he let on.

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Another week passed, but this was full of knowing glances from Emily as you found yourself drooling over Embry. How could you not? His bronzed lean body was never wearing a shirt, and he was basically in love with you. Of course, his words to the guys about pleasuring women had never left your head. You’d even attempted taking care of yourself multiple more times to the thought of him, but time and time again, you were reminded how inexperienced you were with your own body as you were left unsatisfied.

You and Embry sat on his bedroom floor playing Mario Kart while waiting for Quil to arrive for your geology study session. When you drove your kart off the track and into the water for the 3rd time in 40 seconds, Embry laughed over at you, “Everything okay?”

His voice was laced with the smallest hint of genuine concern.

“Just have a lot on my mind is all,” you responded, dropping your controller as the race ended.

“You’re gonna pass this test, I know it,” he turned to you. “You have like the best grade in class, don’t stress.”

“It’s not about the test,” you laughed, flattered by his praise.

“Oh… Anything you wanna talk about?” he prodded.

There he sat, shirtless and adorable, and all you could think about was how his warm skin would feel against your own.

“Have you ever… nevermind,” you started but then chickened out.

“What is it?” he chirped. “I’m an open book, Y/N.”

You bit your lip as you thought. Of all the people on this Earth, Embry was the one you trusted the most. You shut away the anxiety that told you he only wanted to be friends. He imprinted on you. You had him wrapped around your finger, and there was nothing to be scared of.

“Have you ever had sex?” you finally questioned, burying your face in the excess fabric of the hoodie you were wearing. Embry’s hoodie.

Unable to see his face, you detected a hint of teasing laced in excitement in his tone.

“Yes, I have.”

“What… what is it like?��� you stammered.

Seeing your extreme nerves, Embry made a point to speak calmly and confidently in attempt to allow you to open up more.

“It feels good,” he commented. “As long as you are with someone you like. Why do you ask?”

“Because-” you stopped yourself, questioning if you should press for more information. “I just- I heard you guys talking about it the other day and I’ve always wondered what stuff like that feels like, but I can’t do it by myself.” You rambled the last part and felt a hot blush rise up your neck and face. Had you said too much?

Embry smiled. You were just curious, he realized. No, he could tell by your blush and fidgeting fingers that it was more than that. You were horny.

“Well, what have you tried?” he questioned.

“Embry! I’m not gonna say it out loud!” Humiliation started to rise at the thought of detailing your previous attempts out loud.

“Why not? It’s something we all do…”

Your mind wandered to an image of Embry touching himself, causing a hot stone to settle in your stomach.

“Maybe I can give you some tips,” he added.

You decided in that moment to be brave and share. “I haven’t even tried that much, to be honest. I just use my hand but it never feels like anything. I have to be doing it wrong but I can’t find anything online about how you’re supposed to.”

“There’s no perfect way. You just have to try doing different things and see what you like. Here– what turns you on?”

“I don’t know…” you started, pondering. “I guess kissing?”

“Okay,” he started, trying to suppress the need to aww at your innocence. “What else?”

“Maybe like, muscles? Tan skin? I don’t know,” you started rambling out your thoughts,” I like watching you wash your car,” you spoke before you could catch yourself. Silence overtook the room as you slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide in horror at what you just said.

A few seconds later, Embry smirked, “I turn you on?”

Well, too late to back track now.

“I just mean, whenever you guys were talking in the kitchen about sex, and like, you seemed to know what you were talking about… I don’t know.” You sighed in defeat.

“It’s okay, Y/N, you turn me on too,” he added.

Your eyes snapped to his in shock.

“I do?”

“Of course! You’re my imprint. Everything you do turns me on,” he admits, now blushing slightly himself.

“I never knew,” you add.

“Well, duh. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable since you want to stay friends.”

Wow, Embry really was a good guy. He repressed his own feelings for the sake of yours. Maybe it was time to revisit the whole just friends thing.

“So what does this mean?” you start.

“Nothing, we can just keep being normal. We can just stay friends, like you want.”

“But, what if I don’t want that anymore?” you suggest sheepishly.

He looks at you stunned, too afraid to press in case you retreat. You will need to take the lead here.

He is breathless as he replies, “Then you need to tell me what you do want.”

“I think– I want to try having sex. With you.”

Now it was his turn to be stunned.

“Seriously?”

You just nodded, waiting in anticipation for his next move. There was none. He was shocked into silence, so you did something you never thought you would be doing. You kissed a werewolf.

At first it was just a peck, but when Embry snapped out of his haze, he took a gentle lead. He grasped your chin between his fingers, guiding your lips back onto his. His skin was soft and smelled like cocoa. His other hand reached up to caress your waist, an act that sent tingles down to your toes. He pulled away.

“Are you sure? I need you to be 100% sure,” he whispered.

You spoke one word that gave him all the confidence he needed.

“Yes.”

With this, he leaned back in, mouth dancing over yours before poking his tongue out and licking a stripe across your bottom lip. You sighed in contentment. You’d kissed a couple of boys before, but none of them felt like this. This was gentle, this was loving– this was hot.

Embry felt you squirm closer, so he took the chance to lay you back on his bed, leaning over you to deepen the kiss. Your body writhed against his, but he didn’t rip your clothes off like you thought he would. Instead, he just kept kissing you. Anticipation grew in your stomach as you grew needier for more. In a strike of boldness, you reached a hand down to grasp him over his shorts. You missed, grazing the side of him and landing on his inner thigh, but he got the hint.

Pulling away, he asked “What’s the farthest you’ve gone before?”

You thought it may be best to lie, but chose honesty.

“This,” you spoke.

“Hey,” he started, sensing your nerves. “No need to be embarrassed, I just need to know where to go slow.”

“Maybe I don’t want to go slow,” you argued.

“It’s your first time, sweetheart,” he deadpans. You blush at his nickname. “I am going extremely slow.” He said this in a manner that told you you had no choice in the matter. He did know more about this stuff, maybe you should trust him.

“Where should we start?” you settle.

“Do you want to take your shirt off?”

Pushing away the nerves, you nod and sit up so he can peel your (his) hoodie off of your body. You lie back down, nipples hardening in the cold air. Embry’s eyes rake you, mesmerized. He brings a hand up every so lightly, finger circling your nipple to test your reaction. Seeing you arch your back into his touch, Embry brings his lips down to your neck, sucking and biting a trail down until his mouth had encircled your nipple. You sighed in relief, eyes closing at the sensation. You felt his hardness pressing into your leg, trying to shake the nerves of knowing that that would soon be inside you. The sucking and licking motion had drawn your thoughts out, leaving you with a mind blank of anything but Embry. He switched to the other nipple, ensuring you were more than satisfied with the feeling before bringing a hand over your clothed crotch. You froze, awaiting the new feeling, but Embry noticed.

“You okay?” he stopped, waiting for your confirmation.

“Yeah, just nervous,” you breathed.

“Say the word and I stop, no hard feelings. Okay?” You nodded, but he persisted, “Say it.”

“Okay.” As gentle as he was being with you, he had an air of control that had your stomach growing hotter by the second.

Bringing his hand back down, he caressed between your legs. It certainly felt better than what you had done yourself, but it was hard to make out much feeling with your denim jeans in the way.

“Can I take these off?” he breathed into your neck, turned on himself at the sight of your topless figure. You nodded, and he began to unbutton your jeans with one hand. When the zipper was pulled down, he sat up to peel them off you.

“Wait,” you interject, and Embry froze completely, afraid of overstepping. “Can you go first?” you spoke, gesturing to his own bottoms. Being the only one naked racked you with anxiety. Embry smiled knowing you still wanted to continue, and stood up from the bed, pulling shorts and underwear down his tanned legs and stepping out. You took in the sight. Obviously, you’d seen penises before, and read about them, but seeing one in real life was something else. He was clean, well-groomed, and long. You weren’t sure what to do, so you stood up to pull your own pants off. Once you had stepped out of your last garment, Embry strode towards you, lying you back down on the bed with a kiss to each cheek. You lie back expecting him to hover over you once more, only his mouth didn’t land on your chest. It started on your belly and travelled lower.. And lower… and lower. He spread your legs gently, hot breath fanning over your exposed center, before fluttering sweet kisses along your inner thighs.

The anticipation of his mouth had you going crazy. This was always the part in the stories that the girls liked the most. What if you didn’t like it? What if you smelled bad? What if you tasted bad?

Thoughts were silenced as he placed a gentle kiss on the hood of your clit. He looked like a starving man sitting before a feast, mouth all but drooling at the site of you laid out beneath him. Upon connecting with your eyes for one more confirmation, he dove in. His tongue was hot and wet, eliciting a slippery sensation as it grazed your clit. Your back arched into space as his mouth began a frenzy on you, licking, sucking, and kissing over and over until you were seeing stars.

“Oh, wow,” you got out, head tilted back and eyes shut.

He hummed in agreement, never ceasing his moves. Lick, suck, kiss. Lick, suck, kiss. You felt something in your stomach begin to clench, panic settling at the new feeling.

“I feel weird,” you admit.

Embry lifts his face, mouth glistening. “It’s okay, baby, that’s a good thing. Just focus on that feeling.”

You sat up on your elbows, brows furrowed, and Embry sensed your anxiety.

“That feeling in your belly means you’re close to finishing. You don’t have to if you’re scared, but it’s gonna feel so good,” he soothed. His warm eyes held yours in a stare that said you could trust him completely. You laid back and nodded for him to continue, determined to explore every feeling you could with him.

He started his actions slowly once more, building up speed but remaining consistent in his motions. You began to feel the clenching in your stomach again, chanting his name to keep your mind whole. His hands rubbed soothing circles over your stomach and thighs.

As your stomach began to feel more and more tense, your head began to swim with a dizzying storm. All at once, tingles erupted from your core across your entire body, stomach giving way to the rolls of your first orgasm. It lasted who knows how long, but when you regained control, you lifted your head, a signal for Embry to peel away as to not overstimulate you.

“How did that feel?” he questioned, a smirk of pride on his face.

“Holy…” you couldn’t finish, body limp with satisfaction. “That was crazy.”

“Do you want to stop there?” he asked, the tone in his voice indicating that he was more than happy with what you did, and would not be disappointed in the least if you were done for now.

“I want to keep going,” you stated, orgasm washing away any sense of embarrassment or shame.

Embry beamed at you, standing to pull a small foil packet out of his drawer.

“What about you?” you gestured to his stiff length. “I can–”

He cut you off. “Nuh uh, this is all about you. Don’t worry about me, I’m more than okay.”

With this you resigned. However, a new wave of anxiety began to wash over you at the thought of penetration. He would need to be slow. Very, very slow. Something told you he knew this, however, and you laid back, giving your body to him in complete trust.

Embry ripped the foil open with his teeth and slid out the slippery condom, placing it over his length and rolling down. You’d never actually seen a condom before, and were grateful that at least one of you knew how they worked.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked.

“I– I’m not sure,” you admit, waiting for him to give you some indication.

With this, he flipped you onto your stomach, legs slightly spread, and pulled your hips a couple inches into the air. You were basically laying down flat, your hips tilted up to allow him access.

“This is my favorite, but if it feels painful or uncomfortable at all, just tell me and we can try something else.”

You were blushing and extremely turned on at Embry throwing you around like this. Add one more thing to the list of what turned you on!

“I’m gonna go really slow, but you need to talk to me. If it feels good, tell me. If it hurts, tell me.”

“Okay,” you reassure him.

He kneeled behind you, lining himself up at your entrance. He rubbed his head amongst your folds, allowing you to get used to the sensation, before his tip caught in your center. Pushing slightly forward, you awaited the pain you knew would come. He got about an inch in before feeling you tense up, so he stopped to allow you to adjust. Embry ran his hands up and down your back, petting your hair to soothe you. When you were ready for more, you would push your hips up slightly, and Embry would take the hint, slowly pushing in another inch before stopping. When he was almost seated inside you, he paused.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“It feels weird, but it doesn’t hurt. I think I’m okay.”

You looked around the room and found that you could see Embry’s face in the mirror on his opposite wall. He looked to be in pure ecstasy, brows furrowed and mouth open. He must have been holding back a lot for your sake. The slickness of your previous orgasm combined with Embry’s face unclenched your muscles, allowing him to slide home.

“Fuck,” he grunted as you gasped. You had never felt full like this in your life. The stretch on your inner walls was crazy, and instead of the tingling sensation Embry’s mouth brought you, this was a deep pressure in your stomach. It felt insane.

Embry stayed put, allowing you as much time as you needed to fully adjust. You were more than ready, though, so you tilted your hips to signal him to move. He pulled out an inch or so, and then slowly pressed back in.

“Oh my god,” you breathed into the mattress, overcome by the feeling. He did this again, and again, and again, each time pulling out slightly further. He was fully fucking you.

He stayed slow, not wanting to overwhelm you, but you raised your knees in order to feel him deeper.

“Fuck, Y/N, baby,” he whispered, beginning to speed up. Your moans and the sound of your wetness sent him to the edge. The tightening in your stomach grew once more, Embry’s tip pressing the exact spot inside you to get you seeing stars.

“Embry, fuck,” you moan loudly, unabashedly, hips rocking back to meet his.

Just as you were starting to feel slightly raw and sensitive, he gripped your hips, stilling behind you, and you felt a warmth between your legs. He didn’t start moving again, so you figured he came. He pulled out and flopped on the bed next to you, searching your face for any hint of regret.

“Are you okay?” he asked, always taking care of your needs first.

“That was amazing, Embry,” you beamed, breathless. He pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead and running a hand through your hair.

“So…” Embry began after catching his breath. “Where am I gonna take you this weekend?” he thought out loud. You were confused.

“Take me?” you clarified.

“Sex rule number one:” he started, his voice laced with humor. “If I make you cum, I get to take you on a date. Didn’t you know?” he feigned ignorance.

“Well,” you joked back, “I guess rules are rules.”

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It will be as if I’d never existed. The words ran through my head, lacking the perfect clarity of my hallucination last night. They were just words, soundless, like print on a page. Just words, but they ripped the hole wide open, and I stomped on the brake, knowing I should not drive while this incapacitated.

THE TWILIGHT SAGA: NEW MOON by Stephenie Meyer Chapter 5: Cheater.

Mackenzie Foy as Bella Swan.

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“The judge’s order makes it clear that we cannot judge a book by its cover or a maliciously selected excerpt out of context,” said Stephana Ferrell of the Florida Freedom to Read Project. “This means that the thousands of books that have been prohibited from student access without careful consideration of their value should be returned to shelves immediately. Florida cannot call itself the “freest state” while it blatantly violates the First Amendment rights of our youngest citizens.” Dan Novak, attorney for the plaintiffs, called the decision “a complete knockout. There’s not a single issue that the court did not side with the plaintiffs on,” per the Orlando Sentinel.

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Daria – 3.03: The Old and the Beautiful

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Why did you do it? Do you think I wont kill you? Why bother asking me when you've already decided it was me?

Fate of Beauty (2024)

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ALTERCATIONS WITH THE FIRST

(Sam Uley x reader)

Warning(s): mentions of trauma, (y/n) has a mental breakdown

A/N: Requested, I love writing for Sam, Emily does not exist in this story

Summary: You needed a change and moving to Forks was a big step for you. Will everything go according to plan, or will you be reminded of your past? Could meeting the man of your dreams also bring out the worst in you?

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Forks, the rainiest town in all of Washington. Change was needed. You needed to move away from your hometown. Everything about it was just... too much.

So, once you finally graduated the hell hole of a school you attended, you wasted no time packing up your things and leaving. Forks was small, quiet, and just 20 minutes from the ocean. Just what you needed, peace.

Fast forward to almost a year after moving, you lived in a small, one bedroom, one bathroom house at the end of town. It was wonderful living alone. Nobody bothered you, nobody really noticed you either. You fit right in with everyone else.

You spent your weekends at the beach, if it wasn't raining of course. The beach was usually never bustling with people, so you always sat on the sand and watched the waves crash onto the shore or sat reading book after book.

But this particular Saturday evening had more people than usually. Usually, it was just you and maybe a couple walking alongside the shore but today was different.

As you begin making your way towards the beach you can make out silhouettes of at least ten people. That's weird. You make sure to keep your distance between the large group of people and head to your usual spot. You lay a towel down on the damp sand and pull out a book to continue reading.

After about ten minutes of reading, you are interrupted by a football landing right in front of you. You look up and to your right to see a man jogging towards you. You reach out and pick up the football and you hand it to him, but just as you made eye contact with him, his demeanor shifted. He stopped jogging, mouth slightly agape, and stares directly into your soul, like not even blinking type staring.

"Sorry about that." The man says while grabbing the football from your hand.

"It's no problem." You say, trying to avoid his piercing gaze.

"I'm Sam by the way. Sam Uley." He says with a smile.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." You say.

"You from around here? I haven't seen you before." He asks.

"Yeah, uhm, I live right outside of Forks." You say. You couldn't remember the last time you had a social interaction like this.

"Nice. Well, I guess I should be getting back to my group. It was nice meeting you." He says.

"It was nice meeting you too." You say before he jogs back to the large group of people.

You observe him from afar. He's tall, slightly muscular, and very handsome. Your cheeks flush slightly as you watch him run after the football that's being thrown around, but that quickly changes when you see him wrap his arms around a girl as they leave.

Well, your hopes and dreams were basically crushed at that point. You decide not to keep him in your mind, but you can't help but think about his perfectly built figure and his mesmerizing face. He looked to be about five years older than you, but you wondered who those other boys were. They all seemed to be teenagers.

Oh God, does he have a whole family?

ONE WEEK LATER

You decide to come back to the beach again in hopes of seeing Sam. You wouldn't call yourself a stalker, but this is the most thrill you've felt since you moved here. Yes, he has a girlfriend and that wasn't going to change, I guess you could say you have a little... beach crush.

Your heart fluttered slightly when you caught a glimpse of what appeared to be Sam and the rest of his... family? You observed them for a few moments, but you couldn't help but notice that his girlfriend wasn't there.

You decide to sit slightly closer to his group of people and pray Sam doesn't catch you staring in his direction.

As you continue to read your book with occasional glances his way, you hear footsteps approaching you. You look up to see none other than Sam Uley.

"Hey, I'm glad I caught you here again!" He says as he sits down next to you.

"Yeah, it's nice to see you again." You say nervously.

"I was wondering if I could take you on a date sometime. I know you barely know me, but I would love to take you out." He says quite fast, almost like he was nervous too.

There is no way this man just asked me out right now. No way. The man I've been dreaming about ever since last weekend Is asking me out right now?!

"Oh! Of course. I would love that." You manage to blurt out.

"Great! Here's my phone number," he hands you a little piece of paper, "give me a text whenever you're available?" He asks.

"Of course!" You say before he walks back to his group of people. You watch as the younger boys pat him on the back and give him high fives, you didn't realize they had been watching you two the whole time.

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It had been almost two weeks since Sam had asked you out and he already took you on multiple dates, having many laughs together, and getting to know each other. But every time you brought up the idea of going back to his place after dinner, he quickly shut the idea down. It was almost like he was hiding something from you.

You knew about him being a shapeshifter, along with the rest of the boys he's usually with. He told you on the second date and at first you didn't believe him until you took him back to your house to watch him shift into a gigantic black wolf.

And just when I thought my life was nice and peaceful.

You didn't mind it though, in fact, you thought it was amazing. But you still wanted to know why he was so against taking you to his house.

As he's driving you back to your house you decide to confront him, "Hey Sam, how come you never want me to come back to your place?"

He sighs. He knew it was time to tell you, but he didn't want to scare you away.

"Wolves are destined to imprint on their soulmates when they first encounter them. Imprinting is when a shapeshifter finds their soulmate and bonds with them for life. Their imprint is the center of their world now. (Y/n), I imprinted on you."

You think for a second, trying to gather all of that.

"Okay, but how is that stopping you from taking me to your house?"

"I was dating someone at the time when I imprinted on you... and the relationship ended badly, but she still chose to be in my pack. I'm afraid she'll say something she'll regret to you because ever since I broke up with her... she became bitter." He explains hesitantly.

"Rightfully so." You say. If you were Leah, you'd be bitter too. You completely understand why she would dislike you. But at the end of the day, Sam couldn't help who he imprinted on. It's just bound to happen.

“Take me there.” You say.

“What?” He questions.

“Take me to your house, Sam.”

“You don’t understand, I’m trying to prote-”

“I don’t care, I’ll have to meet her one way or another. And I’d love to meet the rest of the pack. This isn’t just about Leah, it’s about your pack too.” You say.

He pauses for a moment. “You’re right.”

You and Sam make your way to La push. On the way there, your nerves become more rampant. You’re hoping Leah is at least tolerant of you, not rude or bitter.

He parks the car, gets out, and opens the door for you. What a gentleman he is.

He opens the door to his house and you see the rest of his pack gathered in the living room, Leah is nowhere in sight.

Sam clears his throat to get everyone’s attention. “Guys, this is (y/n). (Y/n), that is Jacob, Paul, Embry, Quil, Jared, Kim, and Seth.”

They all give their hellos and waves. Seth comes up to you and shakes your hand, “it’s so nice to finally meet you. Sam talks about you all the time.”

“Oh really?” You say smiling as you turn towards Sam. You’ve never seen him blush that red before.

“Oh, look what the wolf dragged in.” Leah says bluntly from behind you and Sam.

You and Sam quickly turn around.

“You’re Leah, right? It’s nice to meet you.” You say in the sweetest voice possible.

Leah looks you up and down with a weird look on her face. Your heart begins to race as that same facial expression brings you flashbacks to high school when you were bullied everyday for what you were wearing.

To try to ease the tension you say, “look, Leah, I’m sorry for what happened and I completely understand wh-”

She scoffs, “Save it, I don’t want to hear what you have to say.” She says as she points her finger in your face.

She turns to Sam, “I can’t believe you had the nerve to bring your rebound into this house while I’m here. You disgust me, both of you.”

“Leah-” Sam says.

“No, I can’t believe you broke up with me for… that.” She says as she looks you up and down again.

Your breathing begins to pick up and your bottom lip begins to tremble at her derogatory remarks. You really thought leaving your hometown would seal your fate and make sure to never worry about such language spoken to you again, but apparently not.

“Either never bring her around again because I can’t stand to look at her or I leave the pack.” She says.

“Leah she’s my imprint-” Sam tries to says.

“I said I don’t care MULTIPLE times Sam. I hate her and I especially hate YOU.”

The feeling of knowing someone hates you without you doing anything flooded your mind. You know this feeling all too well. The trauma you had endured all throughout middle and high school just because you were an easy target.

It didn’t take long for the tears to start flowing down your face. You tried to cover up the sound of your sobs as you quickly make your way to the front door. You hurriedly make your way to Sam’s truck and begin to sob relentlessly as the trauma you thought you pushed away, hit you like a truck.

You hear the faint sounds of arguing in Sam’s house as you believed it to be Leah and Sam yelling at each other and the other pack members trying to calm them down. In no time, Sam is marching out of the house and opening the passenger door, quickly embracing you in a hug. His abnormally hot body temperature is soothing.

You didn’t want Sam to see you this way. It was almost embarrassing how worked up you got just from Leah’s words.

“I’m so sorry about her, (y/n).” Sam knew about your trauma and what you went through and he knew how much Leah’s words affected you. “I made she she’ll never, ever say anything like that to you again.”

“She’ll never like me.” You manage to mumble in between sobs.

“She will come around eventually, I promise. She may not like us together, but she has to deal with it one way or another.” He reassures you.

Sam was probably the most comforting person you’ve ever met in your entire existence. He would do absolutely anything for you. He was completely infatuated with you. That’s the Sam you fell in love with. His reassuring words always helped you calm down in times of need.

“I made her leave. You can come back in if you’d like. The pack wants to get to know you better since you’ll be around most of the time.”

“Okay.” You say quietly as you wipe the tears from your face.

“Good.” Sam says as he helps you wipe the tears and plants a kiss to your forehead.

After a few minutes of calming down, you and Sam walk hand in hand back into his house.

Seth immediately runs up to you and says, “Sorry about my sister. I promise she won’t do that ever again.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Seth. It’s okay.” You say.

He gives you a smile and urges you to come sit in the living room with the rest of the pack.

“Wanna play?” Jacob asks, holding up a stack of Uno cards.

“Duh!” You say.

For the rest of the night, you, Sam, and the pack played Uno with each other. A lot of arguing and laughter went on. Sam would sneak in a few kisses here and there.

“I said “One”!” Paul yells.

“You’re supposed to say “Uno,” it’s a Mexican game!” Jared yells back.

For the first time in a while, you felt home. You had your own little family after moving to Forks and you absolutely loved it. You had no sense of loneliness ever since you met Sam. He made you feel a part of his family.

The pack called you their “pack mom” and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Sam was absolutely head over heels for you. You could now say your life was perfect.

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[misdemeanor]

supernova

Johnny Storm x male reader smut

3k words

Trying on new merch brings out Johnny's possessive side.

Warning for bottom male reader, possessive behavior, and a special appearance from Johnny's tight white t-shirt that he wore in the movie. No spoilers for the new Fantastic Four movie.

“Babe? Babe!” You hear Johnny yell from your balcony. 

In a panic, you ran into the room, already expecting the worst from his tone. After flinging open your bedroom door, you find Johnny floating above your balcony holding a box. 

“What’s wrong?” You huff, heart pounding in your chest. 

Johnny hovers the short distance inside, a bright smile on his face, “I brought you something,” he says excitedly. 

“You couldn’t have knocked and brought it through the front door?” You ask, your hand over your racing heart. 

“I was too excited to show you,” Johnny replies, his smile falling off his face as a pout sets in.

“Fine,” you reply, walking over to Johnny. Even if he did just scare you, you couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him, “show me,” you said, a rush of affection running through your body when Johnny smiles from the kiss. 

“We got new merchandise, baby!” Johnny says, rubbing his hands together.

Rolling your eyes, you watch as Johnny nearly tears the box in two to get its contents out. “How’d you get over here without burning the box?” 

“I’ve been practicing,” Johnny answers, sending you a wink before he carefully begins to lay the items out on your bed. 

“Are these all yours?” You ask, watching as the pile only gets bigger. 

“What do you mean are these all mine?” Johnny asks, brows drawn together in confusion, “of course they’re mine,” he says like you just asked the dumbest question in the world. 

“What if I wanted a,” you grab one of the objects, “Reed Richards mug?” You ask before setting it down a second later, “or a Ben Grimm action figure?” You ask, picking up the figure of Johnny. 

“Oh really?” Johnny asks, “you want me to go grab you a box or two?” He asks, pointing a thumb behind his back in the direction of your balcony. 

“I’m kidding!” You reply, grabbing Johnny’s arm when he begins to walk away, “I’m kidding,” you repeat, giving him another kiss. 

Johnny pulls back from the kiss smiling, but it soon falls when he grabs the figure you’re holding, “they never get my hair right,” he sighs. 

You reach up to smooth over the frown lines, “I think it looks handsome,” you say, grabbing the action figure and placing it on your shelf with the many other iterations Johnny has brought you in the past. 

Walking back over to Johnny, you can’t help but notice how tight of a t-shirt he’s wearing, looking as if his toned chest wasn’t threatening to break free on every movement. 

“What else did you bring me?” You ask, your eyes jerking away when Johnny looks up. You look away nervously, like Johnny wasn’t your boyfriend who loves when you look at him, making you feel silly. 

“There’s a shirt like this one,” Johnny says, gesturing down to the one he has on, “which I think they got the sizing wrong.”

Whoever they are, you made a mental note to send them a thank you letter later. “I can tell,” you murmur, raising a hand to let your fingers brush across a nipple through his shirt, “is it cold in here?” 

“Stop distracting me,” Johnny gripes, turning away as he continues to dig through the box. 

Not wanting to let up, you let your hand fall and instead lean forward to press a kiss to Johnny’s cheek. He continues to rifle through the box as your lips travel lower. You have to bite back a smile when you hear Johnny’s movements pause when your lips brush against Johnny’s neck. 

“I’m really excited to show you this,” Johnny groans, shifting closer, “and you won’t let me,” he complains breathlessly. 

“Fine,” you grumble, pulling away, Johnny looping an arm around your waist when he decides you’re moving too far away. 

“Finally!” Johnny says, pulling out a blue and white shirt. He turns it eagerly towards you, the shirt looking a lot like one of the suits you’ve seen him in. 

“It looks like one of your suits,” you observe. 

“That’s not the best part,” Johnny replies, flipping the shirt over, “I had to get it specially made. One of a kind,” he says, looking over the shirt. 

It confuses you at first, but when you see the writing near the collar, you catch on. “Oh,” you say, a feeling of warmth settling deep within your gut. Storm the shirt says, right near the collar, like a jersey. 

“Too much?” Johnny asks, pulling the shirt towards his chest. 

“I-” you begin, going to grab the shirt, “I like it,” you whisper, running your fingers across his name on the back. 

“Yeah?” Johnny whispers back. His hands fall to hang by his sides, his hands twitching like he’s aching to reach out and touch you. It isn’t like he can’t, but instead, he stands there confused as you pull your shirt off. 

Once the other shirt is on, it’s your turn to question Johnny, “how does it look?” 

“Good,” Johnny breathes, looking you over slowly. 

“Just good?”

“Great,” Johnny corrects. 

You shuck off your pants, biting back your smile when Johnny’s eyes widen momentarily a second later, “what about now?”

“Fuck,” Johnny breathes, closing the distance between your bodies by yanking you into his chest. The kiss steals your breath away, making you gasp, and Johnny, in turn, pushes his tongue into your mouth. 

Johnny’s hands wrap tightly around your waist, giving you no chance to move as Johnny swallows the moan you let out at the feeling of his tongue meeting yours. His tongue is hot and wet in your mouth, mapping out a space he’s long grown familiar with. 

The next article of clothing that comes off is by Johnny, his hands making their way into your underwear. He kneads the globes of your ass cheeks, using his hold to bring your hips together. 

The kiss breaks, but not the space between your bodies, Johnny’s forehead coming to rest against yours. Johnny pushes your underwear down in a slow movement, falling onto his knees as the clothing comes down. 

Johnny presses a kiss to each thigh as he gets your underwear off your ankles, tossing it away to an empty corner of the room. He looks up when you bury a hand in his blond hair, keeping eye contact as he runs his tongue along your cock from root to tip. 

You’re the one to break eye contact, your head falling back when Johnny takes you into his hot mouth. You let Johnny make his own pace as he slowly takes you deeper, your cock grows harder along his tongue. 

Your hand tightens in his hair when the head of your cock hits the back of his throat, Johnny gagging and his throat clenching around your cock. You moan at the feeling, even as your hand pushes Johnny off your cock. 

You pull Johnny up onto his feet with a yank of his hair, Johnny moving obediently as you pull him into a kiss. You let out a soft noise into Johnny’s mouth at the hint of salt you can taste on his tongue. 

Johnny pulls away from the kiss first so he can turn around. Thinking he’s about to take his clothes off, it startles you when Johnny swipes his arm along the bed, flinging everything off the bed and onto the floor. 

“Hey! Don’t wreck my stuff!” You scold. 

Johnny fixes you with a mischievous smile as he pulls off his clothes. Thinking he needs help, especially with how tight his shirt looks, you run your hands up his chest. As you work, so does Johnny, his hands already on his belt as he smirks. 

“Someone’s eager,” Johnny notes, his arms going up momentarily as you pull his shirt off. 

“Hurry up,” you respond, giggling as your lips come together. 

Your hands move to Johnny’s shoulders as he gets his pants and underwear, your arms looping around his neck when Johnny surges back up into a kiss. 

“Don’t you dare,” Johnny says possessively against your mouth when you try to take the shirt off. He licks into your mouth during the next kiss, his hands sneaking below the hem of the shirt to wrap around your hips. “Bed. Now.” Johnny commands after he pulls away. 

But funnily enough, when you try to move, Johnny’s hands tighten around your hips, holding you in place. You stumble a few steps to the bed, Johnny making his way between your legs. 

The next few kisses grow sloppy when Johnny brings your hips together over and over again. By the time Johnny rises up onto his forearms, his cock stands proud between his legs, while yours has left a wet spot on the shirt. 

You let out a whine when Johnny leaves the bed, his lips coming back down onto yours softly to kiss you in apology, “be right back, baby,” he murmurs. 

It almost made you feel proud to watch Johnny go exactly where he needs to go to grab the lube, the man returning to the bed with a look of satisfaction. 

One of the best things about dating a flaming superhero meant no more cold lube. What once used to make you jump at the feeling, now left you sighing happily into Johnny’s kiss as he presses a slick finger into your hole. 

“Let’s get you comfortable,” Johnny says after the kiss, his finger not even halfway inside before he’s pulling it out. 

He pushes you up the bed with his clean hand into the pillows at the top of the bed. Johnny grabs one of the pillows beside you to get it underneath your hips before he leans back down into yet another kiss, “comfy?” He asks after pulling away. 

You nod, trying to speak, but any words you try and let out make way for a gasp when Johnny’s finger makes its way back inside. “More,” you groan, clenching down on the single digit inside you. 

Johnny lets out a laugh, “I just started,” he says, moving his finger in and out. 

“Please,” you whine, trying to fuck yourself down onto his finger. Your whines only grow when Johnny’s finger brushes your prostate, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. 

“Can never say no to you,” Johnny replies in a low voice as you feel another finger trace along your hole. 

Your head falls back into the pillows as two fingers make their way inside. You barely have time to keep up as Johnny chases your mouth, moaning against his tongue as Johnny’s rubs against yours. 

Johnny takes your bottom lip with him when he pulls back, the skin caught between Johnny’s teeth. The slight burn of it matches the burn in your body from Johnny’s fingers as he opens you up. You push through the burn, meeting Johnny’s fingers in the middle to get them back inside. 

After two fingers have become three, you’re sweaty and practically thrashing on the bed. The heat of the single shirt left on your body nearly feels unbearable, but it doesn’t compare to how Johnny’s fingers feel inside, and how hot his lips feel on your neck. 

“Johnny! Please!” You cry, eyes moving from Johnny’s hard cock between his legs to his face when he pulls away from your neck. You couldn’t imagine how he must feel, his cock red and angry. 

Johnny licks his lips, seemingly satisfied by the mark you assume he’s left. If the dull pain radiating from your neck is anything to go by. “Okay,” he nods, pulling his fingers free slowly. 

You gasp around the emptiness, your hole clenching around nothing now that the intrusion of Johnny’s fingers is gone. You watch Johnny’s eyes as he watches the pathetic movement of your hole, “fuck,” he breathes. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, anticipation filling every fiber of your being when the wet press of the head of Johnny’s cock meets your hole. He practically bends you half to press his forehead to yours as you breath in each other’s air. 

Your hand tangles into the hair on Johnny’s nape to pull him into a soft kiss, much softer than what the current situation calls for. One of your legs rests on Johnny’s shoulder, the other hangs on Johnny’s lower back, threatening to fall from the sweat on your skin. 

“Ready?” Johnny asks quietly. 

You give Johnny a nod, your leg momentarily tightening to push him forward. You both gasp when Johnny finally pushes in, his cock like a hot brand going deeper each second. 

“So tight,” Johnny groans, a bead of sweat dripping down his nose, “always so tight,” he whines as he slowly bottoms out. 

You force yourself to breathe when Johnny’s balls rest on your ass, his cock leaving you feeling full. You release the hold on Johnny’s hair to move your hand down Johnny’s chest, right over his racing heart. 

“Breathe, baby,” you tell Johnny, smiling as his eyes come back into focus and meet yours. 

Johnny falls on top of you with a soft laugh, his face resting in the crook of your neck. The movement jostles his cock inside you, stars bursting behind your eyes when it brushes your prostate. 

“Sorry,” Johnny slurs into your neck as he circles his hips. 

You clench down on Johnny’s cock in retaliation, smiling up at the ceiling when Johnny groans. 

“Now you’re just teasing me,” he growls, biting into the skin below his lips. Likely left with another mark, Johnny pulls away from your neck as he brings himself up onto his forearms. 

You let your other leg fall to wrap around Johnny’s hips to let him pull free, but not too far away. And with nowhere to go, Johnny can only drive his cock back inside. 

The moan you let out, Johnny answers. His cock makes quick work of finding your prostate on each thrust, no doubt aided by the moans you let out in response. 

Johnny ducks down for a kiss, if you can even call it that, messy and a mix of tongue and teeth. He pulls away with a moan, his hips moving faster as he fucks you into the sheets. The bed creaks to the rhythm of his thrusts, nearly drowning out the noise of your combined moans. 

Hands move below your shirt, Johnny’s hands pressing your body into the bed as his hips smack against yours. He falters for just a second to roll his hips slowly, his cock pressed right against the sensitive bundle of nerves.  

“You look so good in my clothes,” Johnny breathes, leaving your shirt bunched on your collarbone. He leans down for a kiss as his fingers tweak your nipples, your back arching off the bed. His fingers pull away once your nipples are as hard as your cock, lying neglected against your stomach. 

Johnny leans down to lick one nipple, soothing the sore skin with his warm, wet tongue. He moves to the other once it relaxes back down underneath his tongue, his cock throbbing deep inside you as he works.

You pull Johnny off with a tug to the back of his head, pulling the man up into a kiss. You whimper into his mouth at the feel of Johnny's hot spit cooling over your nipples, Johnny pulling the shirt down to cover your upper body back up. 

He breaks the kiss and leans up onto his knees, bringing one of your legs with him to hook it over his shoulder. The other lies spread to the side, your foot hanging off the bed. He presses a kiss to your ankle before he begins thrusting once more. 

As Johnny picks up the pace, his other hand wraps around your cock to move in time to his thrusts. Your orgasm builds, growing closer and closer on each slick pull of Johnny’s hand. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine in warning, and moments later, your orgasm washes over you. Your back arches off the bed, your hands digging into the sheets like you’re fearful you’re about to float off the bed. Uncontrollable moans leave your lips as Johnny goes even faster, thrusting through the clench of your hole as it flutters around his cock. 

Johnny fucks you through your orgasm and down into your aftershocks, Johnny holding your fucked out body in place as he takes what he wants. He pulls out with a loud groan and makes his way up your body, his knees coming to rest on either side of your neck. 

Too much in a post-orgasm haze, your brain isn’t able to count how many pulls it takes for Johnny to cum. What it instead focuses on is the noise Johnny makes when he cums, and the feel of it splashing on your face. 

You close your eyes and let the sounds of Johnny’s moan fill your ears, his burning hot cum staining your face in thick ropes. When it gets to the point that it feels as if it’s never going to end, you feel the bed dip on either side of your head as Johnny twitches through the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

“Mine,” you hear Johnny whisper as he moves down your body. You feel the puff of his breath on your face as his weight settles over your body. He kisses you wetly, the salty taste of his spend on Johnny’s tongue. 

You lick your lips when Johnny pulls away, wanting to taste even more of the mess he made on your face. You swallow the familiar taste down, Johnny’s cum still warm as it makes its way down your throat. 

You feel the soft feel of a cloth wiping your face, “you’re not,” you start, a smile spreading over your lips when the cloth swipes over your lips, “using one of my new shirts to clean my face are you?”

“No,” Johnny responds quickly.

“Johnny!” you whine.

“I’m not!” Johnny responds, throwing what he was using away when you open your eyes. He flops down on top of you when you try to sit up and see which one he used. Johnny presses a kiss to your cheek, “don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” Johnny says, hiding his smile into your neck. 

You grumble out a response, but still can’t help but wrap your arms around Johnny, the man happily nuzzling his face into your neck in response. 

[misdemeanor]

Coroner's Diary | Look at his eyes.

[misdemeanor]

Definitely Remmick when Papa Legba was inviting Estelle to the spirit world after defeating the Choctaw shadow brothers

[misdemeanor]

It’s extremely rare that I consume fanfic about The Cullens or any other vampire from the twilight universe :/ fym y’all knew that staying in Forks was problematic and ruining the lives of children AND STILL STAYED!!!!!!!! all that money could take you anywhere in the world!!!!

[misdemeanor]

I'm not one to like anal... but something about a man just getting wrecked with prostate stimulation.

Not just pegging or rimming, I mean having a vibrator in while fucking or fingering while getting a blow job.

I read this & this by @mingapace

(Fucking amazing, I love her sub remmick works)

And it tickled something in my brain

Anyways that's the ramble.

[misdemeanor]

Imprint: When the Moon loved the Sun - Ch. 27 (Twilight)

We left my home and were now cruising to the main road.

“Do you think Cheyton Littlestone will try and get revenge on us somehow?” I asked looking at Paul. I knew it was a random subject to bring up, but it did concern me. We needed no enemies from anyone. Paul smirks with satisfaction.

“Bella’s father, Charlie is the chief of police. They busted a Blackbone heroin operation a couple of days ago. All the big players, including Cheyton himself, are locked up and the rest of moved from town. None of them will bother you or your family again.” he said. I smiled at his words and nodded happy to hear it.

“Good.” I said warmly and looked ahead and he continued to smile before he started to look embarrassed for some reason.

“Don’t think I’m a perv or anything, but I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the first time we, you know, did it.” he said, and I arched a brow looking at him.

“I hope the thoughts are good.” I said and he nodded swiftly.

“Oh very good. I’ve been with many girls and you were out of this world amazing better than all.” he exclaimed and now he shut his eyes and groaned. “I cannot believe I just said that. I’m sorry babe.” He sounded so guilty and sincere. I shook my head smiling still as he brought a bottle of water to his lips that sat in his cup holder.

“It’s okay. I am not offended. You were amazing for my first time. I have read a lot that human women don’t always orgasm on their first time or even their hundredth time. My orgasm was so strong, I still smell myself on you.” I said and Paul spluttered his water, coughing some.

“Really?” he coughed out and looked down at his own crotch. I nodded casually keeping my eyes on the road.

“Yes.” I replied.

“Well… I am glad you enjoyed it.” he said and I smiled.

“Now that I am no longer a virgin, I won’t be going easy on you.” I said and whipped his head at me shocked.

“Easy? You were going easy on me?” he asked. I nodded.

“You don’t have to go easy on me either. We’re animals too, Paul. I can handle roughness.” I said. He looked back at the road clearing his throat.

“I will remember that.” he said coolly and I smiled more looking out the window. The trees passed by quickly in fast green flashes.

“So what all happens at these bonfires?” I asked glancing back at Paul. He smiled knowingly.

“Drinking, dancing, a little swimming.” he said with a mischievous smirk. I tilted my head.

“I didn’t know you drink.” I replied and he shook his head.

“Nah Sam is definitely against it when we are with non-shifters. Drunk us can still shift out of control if something happens. Besides we’d just burn it all off.” he said before motioning his head at me. “What about you? You drink?” I nodded.

“Yes with my family. We have ancient wine.” I purred.

“Ancient wine? Sounds like quite a ride.” he said as if impressed. I grinned looking at the road.

“If you’re not ready it can… do much to you.” I said softly.

“Really like what?” he asked.

“Make you see things… make all feelings leave you and you feel your flying. It really depends on the person.” I replied thinking of all the times I saw first time drinking family members drink the wine. It took days to bring them down from their haziness.

“Sounds like my kind of party.” he said and I playfully scoffed.

“Well all I can say is you should not drink it without someone you absolutely trust to be with you. If you’re ever liked enough to get invited again to a party you will not drink anything they give you unless I am with you.” I explained.

“Well I trust you wouldn’t let me black out.” he teased and I just smiled.

“Of course not.” I replied.

We arrived at Emily’s and I saw numerous jeeps and trucks in the front and side of her house. As we got out, I heard Paul shout to the house the same way I would hear Native Americans do in westerns. As we met around the front of the truck, the door opened and out came Seth first who smiled happily at us.

“Hey V!” he gushed and I smiled.

“Seth, hey how are you?” I asked and he shrugged.

“Oh you know same old thing.” he said and I smiled more as the door opened and out came Leah and Jacob.

“Vitanja, good to see you again.” Jake said and I nodded.

“Hey.” I replied before looking at Leah who just walked past us without much word. I just smiled at the ground as she passed.

“She doesn’t like me very much does she?” I asked.

“She doesn’t like anyone who imprints.” Paul muttered draping his arm around my shoulder.

“Easy Paul. She’s still trying to figure things out.” Jake said. It must be hard to see a man you once loved with a woman of your own blood. In our pride that happened a lot. But Paul told me Sam and Leah went to high school together. That kind of history you don’t erase easily. I felt sorry for her. The door opened up again and Sam came out with Embry, Quil, Jared, Brady and Colin behind them. But when they all saw me they looked completely uncomfortable and looked down at the ground. I blinked confused.

“What is the matter, boys?” I asked as Paul dipped his head down as if avoiding eye contact with them.

“Sorry, V. Kind of hard to look at you after seeing Paul’s very clear thoughts of you two.” Jared said. It took me a second to figure out what he meant until I realized what he meant. I looked at Paul hard.

“You… thought of that?” I whispered.

“I didn’t know anyone was patrolling when I phased. I told you I haven’t been able to stop thinking of it.” he whispered even though there was no point in it. I just looked around at everyone embarrassed before letting out a soft hiss and turned my back to everyone now as they snickered. I felt naked now, even though I was dressed and used to it. But the wolf pack was not a group I tried to be naked in front of.

“I know that hiss.” I heard Emily say which made me smile again and I turned and looked to see Emily passing through the pack. “Hey, V.” I opened my arms and embraced her purring gently against her. In a week alone, I felt drawn and close to Emily. She had a motherly way about her. I leaned back and pressed my forehead against her which she accepted. I had done this when we saw each other at the store a few days ago in front of other pride members so they knew to respect her when the royal family was not around. She was one to be respected. We took a step back from each other.

“I hear you’re going to party with us.” she said. I looked at her stupefied.

“You’re going?” I asked and she giggled some. “Of course. I do like to get out every once in a while.” I nodded quickly.

“Of course. What time is this thing happening?” I asked as Sam looked at his watch.

“Everyone should be heading to the beach now. We should all get over there.” he said. Now everyone began to separate from each other and moving to their vehicles. I turned and moved back to the truck hiding my excitement as we began to leave the house again. The drive was silent and I was too busy thinking about this event. Did the wolves party hard or were they relaxed partiers? I noticed the truck moving off to the side of the road and I looked at Paul who just looked at me with more guilt.

“Vitanja, I’m sorry about what you found out back there. It’s hard keeping our thoughts private when in wolf form.” he said. I was stiff but I nodded not wanting to be late for the beach.

“I will get over it, Paul. I hear things all the time in my family’s minds.” I said and he shook his head.

“I think it’s because it’s different with you. To sleep with your imprint is the best feeling in the world and I just feel… addicted to you. I mean I thought about you a lot after imprinting but now, I feel even more connected to you now. I feel one with you.” he said. “I want you more all the time. It’s like I can’t get enough of you. You are this drug that’s deep in my veins, so deep I feel I’d die without you.” His words melted into my mind as I could see the raw emotion in his eyes. So much my body was reacting to his words as if he was touching me himself. I unbuckled my seatbelt and shifted over to him and he pulled me into him after unbuckling his seatbelt. I leaned in and kissed him heatedly.

“Maverick and Andromache would be jealous if they lived to see us now.” I whispered against his lips. “We have something they can never have.” I moved my fingers beneath his hoodie and ran my fingers gently over his flesh. My fingers outlined his abs and I gently pressed against his muscles. I pressed my forehead against his sighing gently against him as I began to move my hips against him. He growled lowly in response as he rubbed his forehead against mine.

“Tell me this will last forever.” he whispered licking over my lips swiftly which made the hair on my back stand immediately. His hands moved to unbutton my shorts.

“This will last forever.” I whisper unbuttoning his pants and we both slid the others pants down with my panties and his boxers along with them. We panted gently against each other as I lifted my body up and positioned the head of his cock at my wet entrance. Strange, how words can make my inside turn to mush and throb uncontrollably from deep inside. I take him inside me and we both groan against each other’s lips. I wasted no time in moving my hips against his, the truck quickly feeling with moans and whimpers. I pull back and he leans in now wanting to be away from me for a second. He wraps his arms around my hips and buries his face into my chest. The car is unbelievably how and we do not care. His hips buck upward into me filling me up completely. My eyes close as I drink in the pleasure of his body. Our bodies move together perfectly, still in tune with each other after a week and a half a part. My hand reaches back pressing into the radio. The music cuts on.

Girl I will cover you when the sky comes crashing in.

I'll go the distance, lead the way to your darkest sin You know there's something coming down from the sky above.

I knew this song. I had heard it before and it was perfect song to melt into with our love making. World on Fire by Les Friction. I gripped Paul’s face as I kissed him hard and he growled biting my bottom lip and tugging at it.

“You’re lucky we have limited space or else I’d be even rougher.” he said and I smirked and immediately tightened up and he gasped into my mouth and suddenly began to shift into the passenger side, pressing me into the seat, and with his other hand moving onto the side. The seat falls back and now he is on top of me thrusting into me hard and wild.

World on Fire with a smoking sun stops everything and everyone.

 Brace yourself for all will pay.

Help is on the way!

I cry out louder as I feel Paul’s cock digging deeper and harder into me. My feet are pressing against the front glove compartment and radio. If I apply anymore pressure I could easily break his radio. Paul’s teeth sink into my neck and I grip his shirt hard tearing it right down the middle. His hands respond by merely pulling the torn fabric off and throwing it to the ground. His lips find mine again and he moans deeply against them. I feel the vibrations of his body against mine. He’s still trying to keep control. I wrap my legs around his hips and I feel his arms reach up and grab the seat as his hips keep thrusting into mine and I hear a fierce clank noise above me. I look up to see he had torn the head rest off of the hinges. However, my eyes are clouded with so much lust if he doesn’t care, I don’t.

I just let my hips continue to meet his thrusts. It’s like our bodies are on autopilot. We can’t stop moving, we don’t want to stop. I rake my hands down his back roughly and I can feel them growing sweaty. Ra, it feels so good. I’m drowning in it all. We finally make eye contact with each other and I notice his eyes have greyed over as I can see the flash of my gold hues. It was the same as when we were in the trees that night of our date. We were truly ourselves in this moment. Our eyes weaken as I can tell we are both going to cum. His head lifts as he releases a loud growl as I release a loud groan as my vagina rings uncontrollably and throbs wildly. My legs shake as I feel him coating my walls with everything he’s got. Now we pant raggedly as his hand had a mildly firm grip in my hair as if he were holding on. I feel his moist forehead against my shoulder and he slowly lift his head up so his eyes could meet mine. I was looking at the car ceiling when I look to meet his now brown eyes. I smile lovingly as he returns the smile and leans down and kisses me gently before collapsing onto me. We were both quiet as we remained like this for a little bit.

I suddenly found myself chuckling.

“What is it?” Paul asks heavy breathed.

“Now your pack has something new to see when you shift.” I said. Paul’s body shook as a mumbled laugh escapes him and he just looks at me and we both laugh genuinely. After a few seconds, he finally moves off me and I move the seat up. He was breathing a bit more evenly now.

“Okay, pretty sure we are going to be a bit late.” he said and I looked at him

“You think they’ll believe that we got lost?” I asked. He shook his head smirking as he started the truck.

“Not a chance.” He said and I just smiled as the truck began to move onto the road again.

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I've been thinking about my taste in historical c-dramas and realized I always lean toward political/palace intrigue over xanxia or wuxia fantasy dramas. So, without further ado, my list of favorite historical c-dramas (with a happy ending) that ground the romance in political power struggles.

1. The Double

Cast: Wang Xing Yue, Wu Jin Yan

Synopsis: After being framed for adultery by her husband and his family, Xue Fang Fei takes on the identity of the deceased daughter of a high-ranking court official in order to clear her family's name and take revenge on the people who wronged her.

This drama is flawless. Both the FL and the ML are two of my favorite characters of all time. They're both smart, funny, and badass in their own way. Their relationship is one of mutual respect and admiration, and the way they fight for and support one another is beautiful and romantic. The villains are fleshed out and great at making you hate everything about them while also understanding their motivations. Wang Xingyue gives an INCREDIBLE performance as Duke Su, and while I think Wu Jin Yan is too old to believably play a teenager, she is a fantastic actress who does a complicated character justice. I really have nothing negative to say about this drama. It's perfect to me.

2. Blossom

Cast: Li Yun Rui, Meng Zi Yi

Synopsis: A chance meeting between a woman leaving her cheating husband and a general helping a second prince overthrow the crown results in both of their deaths, intertwining their fates. When the woman wakes up reborn in her 10 year old body with all her memories intact, she has the opportunity to change her fate, the fate of the general, and maybe the entire country.

Dou Zhao and Song Mo are my parents, full stop. This couple is so good - both smart and capable in their own right, but damn near unstoppable together. Their chemistry is great. Their love and devotion for each other is crazy, and they're both just so, so pretty 🩷. I never found this drama boring, but I have seen some people say they thought the back half drags a bit. I think if you're not fully enamored with the couple, that might be the case since the back half focuses more on palace power struggles, but I'm a political intrigue girlie, so I was hooked the whole time.

3. Are You The One

Cast: Zhang Wan Yi, Wang Chu Ran

Synopsis: An anti-heroine bandit and a vassal Prince army general find their lives entwined when he saves her from near death and uses her resulting amnesia to trick her into thinking they're a married merchant couple in order to use her to catch the mastermind behind her bandit stronghold. As he sinks deeper into his own lies, he desperately tries to cling to their made-up life, fearing the day she regains her memories...

THIS SHOW!!!! My beautiful power couple who outsmart everyone but each other and wield death with knives and swords. This show does so many things right. The palace politics are interesting. The second male lead is compelling and complicated in a way that makes you seriously consider him as a contender. Both of our protagonists are smart, capable fighters who slowly realize they want the same things but have chosen different paths to achieve their goals. Also, the ML is a SIMP, which I am always here for.

4. New Life Begins

Cast: Bai Jing Ting, Tian Xi Wei

Synopsis: Ignored by his Emperor father and neglected by his concubine mother, the 6th prince of Xin Chuan marries the daughter of a farming family from a neighboring country as part of an annual marriage selection. Together, they face the challenges of court politics, royal etiquette, treatment of women, and international relations as the prince's reputation rises in the court of Xin Chuan and he begins to earn the respect of his father.

The ML and FL are great, and their relationship is solid, lovely, and heartwarming. But the real delight of this show is the women and their friendships. The unwavering support and love all the female characters have for one another is the true heart of this show. If you love women supporting women and women fighting for change and equal access to power while a few great men support them, I can not recommend this one enough.

5. The Princess Royal

Cast: Zhang Ling He, Zhao Jin Mai

Synopsis: After 20 years in an arranged marriage, Princess Li Rong has her Prince Consort, Pei Wenxuan, assassinated after she believes he's been slowly poisoning her. She dies from the poison soon after his death and wakes up to find she's gone back 20 years, memories intact, to before she and Pei Wenxuan got married. She quickly realizes that Pei Wenxuan is also back, and the two of them must decide what parts of their past they'll repeat and what parts they can change to avoid their fate.

Li Rong is one of my favorite female characters. She's cold, closed-off, analytical, and so repressed it's painful. She's tries so hard to protect herself, that she ends up missing out on the most important thing in her life the first time around and her bravery in trying to change herself enough to not miss it a second time is breathtaking. Watching fiery and charismatic Pei Wenxuan try to properly win her heart in their second life is one of the most swoonworthy romances I've watched. The politics in the show are engaging, and there is interesting meta to be had around how our desires and how we prioritize those desires affect the course of our lives.

6. The Story of Kunning Palace

Cast: Zhang Ling He, Bai Lu

Synopsis: A wicked Empress is pushed to her death after a coup overthrows the Emperor. She wakes up in her 18 year old body and vows to make different choices this time around. But changing her course is more difficult than she imagined, and things become more complicated when she gets entangled with the man responsible for the coup and her death in her first life.

I thoroughly enjoyed the politics and court drama of this show, but ultimately, it's the performances of Bai Lu, Wang Xingyue, and especially Zhang Linghe as the intense and unhinged Xie Wei, that really make this drama worth watching. Bai Lu's chemistry with both MLs is fantastic, and her scenes with Zhang Linghe are so charged that you'll be holding your breath. They both chew their way through this drama immaculately. Watch it for the simple joy of watching two actors ACT.

7. Melody of Golden Age

Cast: Ding Yu Xi, Ancy Deng

Synopsis: In order to protect her family, the 6th daughter of a low-level court official marries the favored general of the queen dowager in place of her older sister. Neither party wants the marriage, but neither can afford to anger the queen. They decide to bide their time and divorce in a year, but in the meantime, they help one another achieve various goals... and, of course, fall in love for real.

I can't be rational about Ding Yu Xi. If he's in it, I'm tuned in. His chemistry with Ancy Dang is fantastic, and watching his character, Shen Du, slowly melt and fall for his wife, Yan Xing, is so, so enjoyable. I was less interested in the mystery/court politics of this one, but I still liked it a lot. The romance is very good and Shen Du and Yan Xing are dreamy protagonists.

8. Blossoms In Adversity

Cast: Hu Yi Tian, Zhang Jing Yi

Synopsis: The feisty and brilliant daughter of a noble family must find a way to keep all the women and children in her family alive when her grandfather offends the king and gets their family's wealth, property, and status stripped away, as well as all the men banished to a labor camp.

This show is all about the FL, Hua Zhi, for me. She is a fantastic character - strong, sensible, smart, and fearless - while still managing to hold on to her heart and see the good in the people around her. Her love story with the prince/commander lacked something for me. I think I wanted it to be more intense than it was and might have worked better if a different actor played him. But, Hua Zhi, her family dynamics, the court politics, and all of the side characters were beyond enjoyable.

9. Flourished Peony

Cast: Li Xian, Yang Zi

Synopsis: A woman in a terrible marriage makes an escape with only the clothes on her back and a rare potted peony her mother left her. She ends up pawning the peony to the king's flower envoy in order to start a business, and the two become entangled as a result.

The FL, Mu Dan, is a badass. She tackles villain after villain with just her wits and the sheer determination to live her life freely. The ML, Cheng Yang, realizes early on that he's found a kindred spirit, but neither of them are interested in romance at first. I loved that they are genuinely friends for the majority of the show and that the ML trusts Mu Dan to solve her own problems, rarely stepping in to help her because he knows she's strong enough to solve it herself. This show, much like New Life Begins, highlights the horrors of being a woman in this time period. And like New Life Begins, one of the best things about this show is the women Mu Dan collects throughout her journey, building her own little found family. Flourished Peony has a 2nd season on the way that will air some time in the back half of 2025, but the end of S1 is solid and won't leave you hanging if you decide to watch it before S2 comes out.

10. The Rise of Ning

Cast: Zhang Wan Yi, Ren Min

Synopsis: After spending most of her childhood in the country away from her scholarly family, Yi Ning, the black sheep daughter, returns home for her grandmother's birthday. Rivalry between her and her other siblings and cousins cause tension, but she finds an ally in her father's illegitimate son, Shen Yuan, another black sheep who has cultivated a life for himself in the shadows of a family that doesn't acknowledge him. Together, they try to solve the mystery of Yi Ning's mother's death and decades old case involving Shen Yuan's master. A case that puts them in contact with a dangerous man from Ning's past.

Full warning, the romance in this is between Yi Ning and Shen Yuan. Spoiler: No, they're not really siblings. He knows they're not very early on. She finds out much later, and the romance starts after that, but he's very clearly already fallen for her while she still considers him a brother. If the trope bothers you, skip this one.

If you're like me and don't care 😂, this show is great. Yi Ning is a sweetheart with a spine. The second male lead is a combination of incredibly handsome and scarily unhinged, which makes him all the more sinister. Shen Yuan is smart, calm, and deadly - my male lead kryptonite!!!, and his devotion to Ning is so wonderful. I also have a Zhang Wan Yi bias. His face is just very, very good to me. The mystery plot is engaging, and I didn't ever find myself bored with this show.

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Eyeshine | Chapter Three

Synopsis: After Leah's unexplained and sudden retreat, Aiyanna decides to look into Leah's past for answers. It took a lot of time to scrape up much of anything due to Leah's unexistent footprint in the dating and gossip world, but she managed to stumble upon a gold mine of secrets.

Comments: I actually suck at writing, this series is solely experimental. If you have the patience to actually read this I have endless gratitude. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, don't be shy! This chapter contains cursing. Enjoy!

Aiyanna was having trouble staying awake. Not due to a lack of sleep, but because she made the mistake of asking Sierra Moore about Leah’s love life. If Sierra actually had any information about Leah, Aiyanna would be as attentive as ever, but she ended up changing the topic from Leah to herself without saying anything about Leah’s past relationships.

“And he just never put in any effort, y’know? I always had to text first and arrange all of our dates. I’m thinking he only liked me because I’m on the cheer team... Total douchebag, right? Aiyanna?” Sierra rambled on before snapping in Aiyanna’s face to get her attention.

“Oh, uhm, yeah, that sounds like it really sucked, I’m sorry about that, Sierra,” Aiyanna said insincerely while stifling a yawn.

“I know, right? Oh, and don’t even get me started on the time when he forgot about our three-week anniversary-“ Sierra started, before Aiyanna got up abruptly as the bell rung.

“I’m so sorry! I have to go, bye!” Aiyanna blurted as she hustled out of the classroom.

Aiyanna had officially hit the wall. She had friends in the unlikeliest of places, and she still couldn’t get anything more than an “I don’t know,” or “she’s never dated anyone.” She could’ve been looking into the timing too much. Maybe it wasn’t some crazy ex just because she asked Leah the specific question right before her change of heart. But it was just so clear how Leah’s face dropped as soon as the words came out of her mouth. Her eyebrows furrowing, physically recoiling at the simple question.

"Do you have any exes?"

It was like a switch shut off inside Leah's head. A factory reset back to her sour attitude. The next day at school, Leah wouldn't speak to Aiyanna at all, treating her like any other kid at school that she ignored. Aiyanna was going to get to the bottom of it, no matter what. She'd already looked high and low for a few days now, so there was no reason to give up.

Aiyanna stormed down the hallway and opened her locker hurriedly, exasperatedly groaning when she messed up her combination on the first try. She swung the door open and grabbed a marker before biting the cap off and scribbling down, "DO NOT ASK SIERRA FOR INFO AGAIN" in bold, messy letters across her magnetic dry erase board. The top of the board had two bullet points, both vague and unavailing ideas as to why Leah shut down at the drop of a hat. She slammed the door shut and leaned against the locker dramatically with her head in her hands.

"Hey, you good?" a boyish voice chimed in, interrupting Aiyanna's fruitless brainstorming.

Aiyanna lifted her head to see Leah's little brother, Seth.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Aiyanna muttered.

"You don't look fine."

"Well unless you have an explanation as to why your big sister is ignoring me, I'll stay not fine."

"She ignores everyone, don't take it to heart."

"But I was on a roll for a bit! You saw, right? I sat next to her at lunch and we did a group project together. We were having a great conversation until I brought up the topic of exes, and she just immediately left without telling me why!"

"Oh, yeah... That's kind of a sensitive topic for her."

"Why?"

"I don't know if I can tell you. She would be pretty pissed."

Aiyanna pulled out a Charizard Pokemon card from her pocket and held it out.

"You like these, right? I see you trading them all the time. Tell me why Leah got so upset, in detail, and I'll give you this."

"How did you... Fine. Hand it over first."

Aiyanna hesitantly gave the card to Seth.

"Okay, now spit it out," Aiyanna demanded.

"You know Sam Uley, right? The head of our group? Leah used to date him. And they were really serious, too. She was head over heels. Supported him with everything he did and dropped whatever she was doing to be of service. Then all of a sudden, our cousin, Emily, came over, and Sam literally fell in love with her. He immediately broke up with Leah and he and Emily are engaged now. Leah put a whole lot into that relationship and it really hurt when he threw it away for someone else.“

Aiyanna was shocked. She knew Leah had to have a reason for being so standoffish, but she wasn't expecting it to be something so deep. Leah had this spark; a flickering spirit that you can only catch when the angle is just right. Like something was just aching to get out, show itself to the world. Was Sam really the reason for her fiery soul being locked away?

Aiyanna wouldn’t— no, couldn’t let Leah hide any longer.

“Just please don't tell anyone about this, Leah really wants to keep it between her and Sam. And if she does find out that you know, do not pin the blame on me," Seth whispered, seeming to be fearful of Leah peering over his shoulder even though she was in a class across the building.

“Yeah, sure. This stays between you and me,”Aiyanna responded, still deep in thought.

“Thanks for the card, by the way. I’ll see you around.”

“Bye.”

Aiyanna strolled up to Leah as she was walking out of the building. Leah was leaning against the wall with earbuds in, blasting some Nirvana song.

“Leah! Take those out, I need to talk to you!” Aiyanna yelled.

Leah scoffed and started walking away before Aiyanna grabbed her wrist and yanked her earbuds out.

“You have to listen to me. Now,” Aiyanna spoke, softly but firmly.

“Fine. What is it?” Leah asked, pausing the music and fiddling with the earbud wires.

“I know why you freaked out the other day. I’m not gonna tell you how I found out, but I did. I just want you to know that you can’t run away from your problems. If you don’t face them and hide away, it’s never gonna get better. You don’t have to let me in all the way, but I want to be friends with you, Leah. I want to help you.”

Leah practically scowled. Who did Aiyanna think she was?

“Stop pitying me. You don’t give a shit about me, you just want to uphold your image. Perfect Aiyanna that’s friends with everyone. Newsflash, sweetheart, not everyone is gonna fall for your fake smiles and empty promises. Just leave me the fuck alone,” Leah spat bitterly.

Her words hit harder than a physical blow. Aiyanna blinked back tears that tugged on Leah’s heartstrings a little more than she was used to.

“Okay, fine. Maybe I do want to be friends with everyone. But I’m not fake. I’m not doing any of this stuff for validation or an ‘image.’ I just don’t want to be alone. And you might think that’s pathetic and stupid, but it matters a lot to me. I don’t see your loneliness as some opportunity, I see it how it is. And it’s something I can’t help but want to make better.”

Leah’s gaze softened. Not fully, but enough to give Aiyanna a little bit of hope.

“Fine, whatever. I get what you’re saying. I don’t need help, though.”

“You do. And I care about you.”

“You barely know me, dude.”

“Will you please just give me a chance? I won’t bring Sam up again. Unless you want me to.”

Leah chewed on her cheek, contemplating the circumstances and how much longer she could deny that she wanted a friend.

“Okay. Let’s be friends.”

Aiyanna immediately beamed at her response. It felt like a bite on a fishing pole you’ve been sitting with for hours. Not because Leah was a target or prey, but because she was finally getting somewhere, finally making progress on getting Leah to trust her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Leah said in a softer, more relaxed tone that made Aiyanna’s heart skip a beat.

“Bye!” Aiyanna said after a pause, watching Leah walk away.

Further in distance, but closer to her heart.

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