#*because she can't really imagine a state of content

[melodic-haze]

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!Reader pt. 2

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Petplay, consensual corruption 🥰, dumbification, impact play (whipping), degradation

☆ — NOTES: Omg first ask hiiii I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE ORIGINAL ASK WHEN I WAS LIKE 25% DONE GOD HELP ME LMAIOIO SORRY but ABSOLUTELY I DO I'm glad you see my vision

☆ — PARTS: Part 1, Part 2 (you are here), Part 3

Arlecchino my loyal little attack dog my baby 🫶🫶🫶🫶 she can So Easily reverse your roles, retaliate, hurt you in ways you possibly couldn't imagine.......and yet she chooses to stay still as you put the gilded collar on her neck, claiming her as yours to toy with for as long as she lives and breathes

You look upon how far you've come—at first she was out of her depth, the mere thought of surrendering power and control was a foreign (dare I even say daunting, TERRIFYING, though she would NEVER admit to it) concept to her, especially when she could overpower you in an instant. Now though? You can see clearly just how much she has embraced her role beneath you

You lean back languidly and lean on your hands placed on the bed behind you, taking your time in moving as your eyes stay locked onto the tall, pale figure kneeling below you as if praising the diety she was clearly devoted to. Her collar's leash was wrapped around your hand, though you make no move to tug on it—it seems that your little pet seems to be anticipating such a move, though she doesn't dare do anything lest she upsets you. And she doesn't want that, not at all! You deserve absolute perfection, and she is willing to give it to you through body, soul and everything she could possibly surrender to you.

You continue to eye her as you spread your legs at a leisurely pace, and your lips curl into a smug grin as you see her straighten up in attention like a dog to an offered treat. She was so adorably pathetic like this, waiting for your command as if she isn't a feared woman who can think for herself.. but that's precisely how you want her, so really you weren't complaining in the least.

You let out a little whistle and she immediately looks at you as you speak, "Are you hungry, puppy?"

There was a time when the Harbinger would've furrowed her eyebrows in a lack of understanding at the intent in your words, but now she was nodding eagerly with that pleading look in her eyes; you find yourself lucky, to be the only person who could ever see her in such a deliciously shameful state.

You need only say the word...

"Then eat."

And Arlecchino obeys without hesitation.

She feasts like a woman STARVED, her levels of desperation only achievable by someone so.. feral underneath the surface, but in no way is she selfish!! She takes care of you first and foremost, making sure to move the way you've trained her to move, because she can't have you unsatisfied with her performance!

Unfortunately she IS left wanting more, her pussy practically aching for YOUR attention.........surely touching herself to your taste would be a way of showing her devotion and adoration to you, right? WRONG❗️❗️ She touched herself without your permission, no matter how she tries to justify herself. She was being such a good girl for you too, a shame she had to ruin it by being impatient and disobedient :(((

You yank her off of you with a disappointed click of your tongue, and you hear her whimper at the loss of contact. You couldn't care less though, and it was evident in the way your tone had lacked its doting warmth from before, "Did I ever say you were allowed to touch yourself?"

Arlecchino shook her head, her breath actually laughably shaky, "No, however--"

"Where did your discipline go? Outside, you paint yourself as this composed, calculating 'Father', and yet all of that apparently flies off the window when a comparably weak human being gets you in such an embarrassing state." You pull her in harshly with a glare, two your fingers hooked onto the collar, "You were doing so well, only for you to ruin it all like an untrained mutt."

Then you push her away and let go of her leash, and looks at you desperately, pleadingly, apologetically, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I--"

"You always say this."

"I mean it, please let me prove it to you. I'll do anything for you."

A dangerous offer; one she'll be sure to regret.. or maybe not.

"You want to make it up to me?"

She nods.

"Then you know what you should be doing."

And the both of you look at a specific drawer, one with an item that you use to.. set her straight once she gets all brave like this.

"Fetch," you say, and she practically scurries over to grab it—a whip, its colour matching her usual style to truly show that it's meant for her and only her.

Though before she goes back to you, she makes sure to place the handle in between her teeth, like a stick you had thrown. When you take it from her, you relent just a little bit and give her a little pet with a decievingly kind smile, "At least you remember how to fetch. Now, come here and bend over for me, hm?"

You see her glitch and shiver before doing as you ask, and your smile turns borderline cruel as you hear her yelp out in a mix of pain and pleasure when the impact comes.

This is absolutely relevant wait a second but she is absolutely the type to not let out a lot of noises unless she's so fucked out and dumb that whatever mental barrier she has that makes her stay quiet kinda. Disappears. Fast track to this would be inflicting pain on her because by GOD it hurts so good, especially when it's by someone technically inferior to her

It's been mentioned literally more than once but power play between you is SO VERY PROMINENT and why wouldn't it be when she could kill you rn but she chooses to let you hurt her instead??? She TRUSTS you so deeply she lets you do whatever, and it's a great bonus that she actually LOVES it too

You hit her again and again and again, and she lets out these delightful screams and noises. She's verbally sending mixed signals, with her begging for more AND begging for you to stop but in no way does she want the latter. She wants you to PUNISH her as she deserves, and she will absolutely bend over for you and take it all

By the time you're almost done, you can see her trying to hold it in and be obedient for you but she's so so SO very close to the edge from the impact alone, eyes glazed out and drool on the corner of her lips as her body glitches in and out of existence from the lack of stability within her......so to reward her, you tell her that she can finally cum. And she does so at the same time as you strike once more, her back arching and her legs twitching as she screams out and squirts on the bed. Sheets are wet but you could care less as she convulses with that dumb smile on her face

You're not done yet, though. Far from it, in fact, and the both of you know this VERY well once Arlecchino calms down and looks at you with no thoughts behind her eyes, apart from the need to please you and do whatever it is you want her to

Safe to say you don't stop for a LONGGGG time and that you're absolutely sore the day after 😭

[redr0sewrites]

Okay as an absolute Lute stan I have been STARVING for more content for her omg 💀 I've always wondered though about her angel form and stuff like that, like specifically her wings. Do you think the wings are like any other part of her body, or are they like especially sensitive? And I wonder if they preen like birds do because omg that would be so cute. Just imagine Lute having a super stressful day from work and you come home and just gently start fixing her wings and she just melts 😭 or imagine that someone in heaven being a dick to you (because Adam proves that there can be assholes in heaven) and she gets all protective and wraps a wing around you like a shield. And omg, if they are a sensitive or even erogenous part of her, don't even get me STARTED on wing sex cause gah damn 😤 I want to do the most unspeakable things to this woman and have her do the most unspeakable things to me

URGRHRHRHRG SO REALLLLLL!!!!! i love lute sm we need more lute content fr!!!!!

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, wing kink (??), sappy/soft lute, lots of trust

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

for lute to even be in a relationship, she has to trust you a LOT, and the same goes for touching her wings

i def hc them as sensitive, and there is def a lot of intimacy and trust that comes with touching someone elses wings, so shes def hesitant to let you touch them at first

she warms up to it over time tho, and pretty soon shes internally begging for you to touch her wings

she LOOOVES it but would never admit it

lute also enjoys back massages in general, being an exterminator means a lot of training and stress so she loves coming home and collapsing on top of you while you rub her wings :(

she def returns the favor too, she's always giving you massages and taking care of you, even going so far as to prioritizing you over herself

as much as shes a giver, deep down lute wants to be loved

she craves validation from those she cared about, and while she doesn't like seeming weak, there is something so freeing about knowing that you'll always take care of her, even in a vulnerable state

lute isn't huge on PDA or physical contact in general, but def uses her wings to steer you around and keep you close to her

yk how birds have mating dances and rituals w their wings?? when lute first met you, her wings kept subconsciously gravitating towards you, and she kept subconsciously fluffing them up and flapping them around you (much to her dismay, adam noticed and teased her MERCILESSLY)

shes pretty protective in general, but she also trusts you can take care of yourself. however, that doesn't mean she won't tuck you against her side if someone comes up to you and tries to give you unwarranted attention

i hc her as the jealous type, and her wings have the tendency to twitch and wrap around you when shes jealous (you think its ADORABLE)

i also think lute would love it if you wore one of her feathers, angel wings shed a lot when preened and her heart would skip a beat if she realized you kept one

it may not seem significant to you, but the fact that you're keeping a part of her close at all times means a lot to her

preening oneself can be difficult, and i hc that lute def doesn't take good care of herself often

sure she has good hygiene, but shes never been one to do extensive self care or care much ab herself at all

so she's never really done a lot of work on her wings, when it gets really uncomfortable she'll clean them but she's not super meticulous about it

once you come around tho, lute is gen surprised that you would even bother to do it for her

she tries to convince you not to, that its okay and that she can do it herself, but you shush her

lute can't help but feel a little embarrassed as you comb through the soft feathers, picking out all the dead foliage and cleaning her plumage

once its over, she's shocked at how nice it feels and has ever since asked you to do it for her

overall its really intimate and means a lot to her

nsfw:

the majority of the time, lute is a dom, her whole life she's been in control, especially in the bedroom

once you come along though, that starts to change

she always kept her wings hidden during sex, and was shocked when you asked her to keep them out.

when you said you wanted to try something new, she agreed, but was still a bit confused

lute never really had the time to masturbate or have long term partners, most of the sex she's had was quick hookups just to relieve tension

when you first touch her wings, she MELTS

she did not expect them to be so sensitive, but after years of neglect, she nearly comes on the spot just from your gentle strokes

lute is a quivering mess, begging you to keep going as you explore her wings

theres a level of trust that's unprecedented to any relationship she's ever had before, and you explore and memorize every reaction she has

each spot that makes her tick, which places make her moan the loudest, you store all of it in your brain as you slowly bring her to relesse

lute isn't used to being treated so sweetly, to being touched as if she were made of glass, and the whole circumstance makes her emotional

if you have wings she def returns the favor (very much willing to elaborate on a reader w sensitive wings😇)

after the first couple times, lute wouldn't mind you getting a little rougher with her wings

hell, she might even ask for you to tie them down, to play with them mercilessly as she squirms below you

lute is the ultimate switch, she can be a rough dom or a soft dom, a bratty sub or a pillow princess, it all depends on how shes feeling

sure, she loves it when you pamper her wings, but there's something so fucking hot about you fucking her senseless without even touching her

RAHHHH LUTE MY BELOVED <33333 the sapphic within me is begging to be set free i am a certified lute kisser yall

[moonxytcn]

Hii could you write a gluff/comfort billie x fem reader who is from europe (non english speaking/ dutch speaking but idk if you know dutch so its not that important) and they speak english but have a very obvious accent and is insecure abt it and struggles with pronounciation and like finding the right words and it gets really frustrating for reader? I know this is a very long request and if you don't like write things like this then dont feel bad or anything also i love your writing so much! <3

having an accent sucks

Billie Eilish x fem!reader

Summary – reader is insecure about her accent when speaking English.

warnings – fluffy, more cute content.

word count – 851.

a/n – hello, I hope this is what you wanted when you requested it, thank you very much for that by the way. and this comment about my writing made my heart warm, thank you anon <3

English is not my first language so there may be some errors.

This gif isn't mine, I found it on Google

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden glow over the room where you were getting ready with Billie, you felt your anxiety growing with each passing second. In a few minutes, you would be heading out to meet Billie's friends, and it would be the first time you'd meet them. You couldn't help but feel nervous. You and Billie had been together for 5 months, having met her parents in the first 3 months of the relationship.

The reason for your nervousness? Simple, you were Dutch, and despite being in the United States for a while, it seemed like your accent had decided to stick with you, and it was very evident when you spoke. This had become an insecurity of yours since with the added accent, you ended up having difficulties with English pronunciation, stumbling over words and always desperately searching for the right one.

Finishing fixing your hair, all your mind could think about was whether Billie's friends would understand you, and if you would embarrass yourself with your awkward pronunciation. There were so many 'what ifs' running through your mind that you had to stop for a moment and catch your breath. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you began to unconsciously murmur words in English to practice pronunciation and avoid embarrassment, trying to imagine how it would sound to someone who had heard English all their life, fearing the judgment that could come, whether verbal or not.

Billie paused for a moment upon hearing a murmur coming from her girl beside her, glancing briefly at her through the mirror and seeing what she already imagined was happening. She always knew that you struggled a bit more than others to learn and speak English. And although she knew you didn't like how you sounded when you spoke, she always found your escaping accent absolutely adorable. She remembers it was the first thing that caught her attention when she heard you ordering coffee in line, she knows very well that's when she fell in love with you, it might as well be love at first sight, if you believe in that.

"Babe." Billie called softly, wrapping her arms around you from behind, looking at you through the mirror.

"Yes?" You answered softly, knowing you were caught and already knowing she knows what you were doing.

"You know you don't need to worry, right? They're my friends, they would never make fun of you if they know what's best for them. And even if they did, I'd be by your side and protect you. Always." She says, looking into your eyes with those beautiful ocean blue eyes.

"I know, I just— you know how diff-diff neuken!" You speak, already getting frustrated because you can't pronounce it right again. (neuken - fuck)

"Difficult?" Billie says softly, leaving a light kiss on your neck, you just nod, playing with her fingers that are on your belly. "I know. Believe me. But all I see whenever I hear you speak is how perfect your voice is and your accent just makes you more unique. Love, your accent is the cutest thing ever, I'm serious. Okay?" She says.

You nod, letting a small smile escape. "I think I'm ready to go. Just, promise me you'll stay by my side, always."

"I promise, darling. Always. You don't even need to ask me that." She says turning you and giving you a chaste and soft kiss on your soft lips.

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Arriving at the restaurant where Billie arranged to meet her friends, she parks the car and turns to you in the seat and grabs your hand giving it a squeeze to let you know she's here. "Ready?" She asks. You nod and take a deep breath seeing her get out and come to your side to open the door for you. Getting out you go straight into her arms and give her a tight hug, she hugs you with equal force knowing you need it.

"It will be alright, love. I love you." Billie says breaking from the hug and looking into your eyes holding your face with a softness that only she has.

"I love you, so much." You say giving a peck on her lips.

Entering the restaurant you soon find the table where her friends are. Approaching they soon see you. "Hey guys, this is my girlfriend Y/n." She introduces you.

"Hey everyone." You say already noticing your accent is very visible.

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Opening the door to the house together with Billie you can't wipe off the huge smile that's plastered on your face. When the door closes you jump into her arms and shower Billie with kisses while the last one becomes a slow and full of love, happiness and affection.

"I'm so happy! I didn't mess up any words today, did you see?" You say excitedly to her. While she can only look at you with adoration in her eyes, mirroring your smile and watching you ramble on about how good the night was, how much you liked her friends, and how happy you were for not messing up anything today.

"I'm proud of you, love." She says softly to you. Stopping your rambling upon hearing this, you look at her for a moment feeling tears of happiness wanting to spill. Closing the distance between you, you hope she understands everything you want to say to her at this moment.

"I love you Billie. God I love you so much, you're an angel in my life." You say softly against her lips, not wanting to separate yet you just grab her like a koala. And she understanding, takes you to the bedroom where she lies on the bed and hugs you as tightly as she can, whispering praises in your ear and saying how proud she is, and happy for you.

[thefrogdalorian]

The Best of Both Worlds

Din Djarin x Female Reader Modern!AU

Summary: When a new Star Wars TV show called The Mandalorian premiered, you found yourself completely enamoured with the titular character. Enjoyment of watching the lone bounty hunter travel through the galaxy quickly turned to obsession. There was just something about the show that captured your imagination. Now, you spend much of your free time — when you're not working a fast-paced, minimum wage and incredibly stressful job at a prestigious London Museum— speaking to your online friends about your love for the show. There's just one thing... Despite how much you love The Mandalorian, no one knows the identity of the man behind the helmet... either in the show, or in real life. You only know him as Mando. No one has ever seen his face, no one knows his name.  Even after the countless hours of speculation from fans online, which even you have occasionally participated in, no one is any the wiser to the identity of the mysterious man who wears the shiny armour.  Surely, given the depth of your love for the show, you'd recognise if the man who you spend so much time obsessing over online was to ever cross paths with you. Right?

Content Warnings: Reader is AFAB, uses she/her pronouns and in her mid 20s. Age gap between her and Din is noted but not really central to the story. Grogu is human, hints of past trauma/child abuse before Din adopted him are mentioned but not described in detail. Some mature scenes later on in the fic but not explicit smut... because I just cannot write x reader smut! Author's Note: SO very excited to finally share this fic! Thank you to the lovely @suresnips for being my beta. I really appreciate you ♡ This baby was originally my NaNoWriMo 2023 project and was inspired by this post from @toxic-seduction that I saw one evening and couldn't stop thinking about! POVs will alternate chapter to chapter from Din to reader. It was fun to write that way! Set in London for a few reasons: partly because I love the movie Notting Hill and it has some of those vibes (if you squint), also, the village where Din lives is based on Elstree Studios just outside London, where the OT was filmed and ultimately because NO WAY was I writing a modern!AU set in the states, it would've been painfully obvious a Brit wrote it. While there are lots of references to places in London, I don't live there so it might not be truly accurate (Londoners don't come for me). Also, to be political for a sec, reader works at the British Museum and I hate that institution. This was actually the line of work I was interested in when I was at Uni but for many different reasons I did not pursue it. However, it works for the plot of this story and as you'll see, she doesn't exactly love it either and goes on a few rants. Just wanted to make that clear that her job there is not an endorsement of it or anything. I can't stand them or their historical apologist bs and I wish we would give back all the things we stole (including the Parthenon Marbles)! Finally, it was incredibly important to me that the actor behind Mando in this fic clearly be the fictional character of Din Djarin rather than the real person Pedro Pascal, because rpf is not my jam! I hope I did that pretty well but just wanted to warn that if you're expecting me to use Din as some kind of way to write a Pedro fic, this won't be for you! Okay, I'll shut up now! This fic is fully written, just needs editing so hopefully I'll get a couple of chapters up each week, but life happens. I'm very proud of this one and I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also if you would like to be added to my taglist for this fic, please let me know! Happy reading ♡

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Why Does It Always Rain On Me? [Reader POV]: After a dreadful day which saw you drenched by a rainstorm after leaving a hectic day at work, you reflect on your love for Mando and upcoming excitement for the sci-fi convention you will soon be attending with your internet best friend.

He Is My Only Priority [Din's Pov]: The character of The Mandalorian is known and loved by millions. But there is another, much softer side to the man who portrays him that Din Djarin is determined to keep hidden from the world, despite the challenges that presents for him and his beloved son, Grogu.

This Is Why (I Don't Leave The House) [Reader's POV]: Your internet bestie arrives in preparation for the Star Wars convention you will attend together. Everything is set for the greatest weekend of your life! Until you arrive at the con and find yourself overwhelmed by all the crowds and noise. At least you have numerous incredibly realistic Mando cosplays to distract you from how stressed you feel, and there's one in particular which is uncannily accurate...

Curiosity Killed The Cat [Din's POV]: Despite his reservations and against his better instincts, Din heads to a Star Wars convention that he was invited to. Although he fears that his cover will be blown, curiosity gets the best of Din and he can't resist attending a panel. But Din doesn't exactly find the answers he was looking for. Instead, he finds something far more precious. Something that he would never have expected...

He's So Tall (And Handsome As Hell) [Reader's POV]: Being back in the real world and returning to work after an incredible weekend at the convention where you had so many fun experiences is taking its toll on you. The thought of collapsing on your couch in front of The Mandalorian is the only thing keeping you going. However, the universe has other plans for you. News of an out-of-hours tour for a private client that you are asked to lead almost sends you over the edge, but when you finally meet the man, he is the opposite of what you were expecting. Weirdly, he seems familiar...

With A Little Help From My Friends [Din's POV]: Din returns to the set of The Mandalorian to begin filming a new season. Despite his experience and capability, he finds that he struggles to focus as his thoughts remain firmly fixed on a certain someone...

You're The Sunflower [Reader's POV]: Despite feeling certain that you'll never see the ridiculously handsome man you gave a tour of the museum to, a special delivery is about to change everything...

Your Face Hung Up High In The Gallery [Din's POV]: After a difficult few days of filming The Mandalorian, Din is excited to spend time with you as he finally takes you on your first proper date...

Have I Known You Twenty Seconds or Twenty Years? - (Reader's POV):  Despite a messy evening which led to you waking up in an opulent hotel which you have no memory of falling asleep in, memories of kind brown eyes and breathless kisses soon come flooding back to soothe your soul. Your relationship deepens as the two of you spending time together whenever your busy schedules allow. But one night, a turn of events causes you - despite Din's reassurances - to wonder if everything you have been working so hard to build together has just come crashing down around you...

There's A War Inside Of Me - [Din's POV]: The realities of the secret he is keeping from you begin to weigh heavily on Din's mind and he seeks advice from a certain curly haired co-star on what his next move should be. Things don't go exactly according to plan, not least because of the typically awful English weather...

It Could Be Love, We Could Be The Way Forward - [Reader's POV]: With your respective busy jobs keeping you and Din apart, a mystery date after a hectic day at work is exactly what you needed.

The Calm - [Din's POV]: When filming overruns and conspires to keep Din from the fun weekend he planned for you, he agonises over his decision. Fortunately, he manages to salvage the weekend, even after a calamity involving a rowboat...

The Storm - [Reader's POV]: The happiness you feel in response to a question Din posed to you is somewhat clouded by lingering doubts. Yet your affection for each other helps you to push those emotions down, until a weekend spent at his cottage changes everything...

P.S. - I tried to be inclusive for all body types and skin tones in this fic, but if I missed something, I do apologise. If you do spot something that takes you out of the fic, I am more than happy for constructive criticism as I wouldn't want anyone to be excluded on those grounds. I am always trying to do better and would love to know where I went wrong so I can improve and be more aware of these things going forward, so I would appreciate it if you could let me know if you do spot anything. Thank you so much! ♡

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OOOH!that ghost kid thing with the digital circus performers was amazing!!! I cant resist but ask.but can you make a headcanons of the performers would react if spirit kid Y/n is more absent today and suddenly after a while appear with more blood than usual..static noise around them..and points at the group and is like “I know who killed me now…” and poofs again away?? they found out who but as like a scare they prank the characters by making them think maybe one of them did..

I feel evil so- XD

Hope u have a good day!!

I'm glad you liked the hcs! Spooky season may be over, but I'm definitely not done writing spooky content 👻

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Jax

He blinks, and then immediately turns directly to Gangle.

"Oh Gangle, I knew it was you all along. Tsk, tsk." He shakes his head, putting on the cheekiest grin as the ribbon gal cries out that she didn't do anything.

He knows you were just pranking all of them, although he does wonder who really murdered you and how you figured it out.

Given how much you've been disappearing lately, he's sure that it's only a matter of time before your spirit moves on.

Or maybe...you were cursed to forever live inside this game since you had no body to return to.

Then again, he's not sure if any of them do...

All he knows is that during the times he does see you with the group, you seem happier (although the blood and static noises are still prevalent and aren't any less unsettling to see/hear).

Maybe you've already made peace with your existence after solving this huge mystery, content with making dark jokes to cope.

Pomni

At first she's happy..

Then she's utterly terrified once it sinks in that you didn't specify who exactly murdered you.

All you did was point to the group like you were accusing one of them before disappearing for the remainder of the day.

This poor jester can't remember anything for the life of her....so she can't help wondering if she might've been your killer.

You did arrive not long after she did.

After Jax points this out, she's 100% convinced it was her.

Maybe she unknowingly killed you while wearing the headset and this was some sort of eternal punishment.

It's a thought that keeps her up all night (not that she needed sleep to survive, but she was quite exhausted in the morning).

You do end up visiting her to say it was just a little prank. It wasn't anybody in the group and you didn't mean to freak her out this badly.

That brings her a lot of relief.

Although she's not a fan of your morbid humor (not that she'll say anything about it, though).

Gangle

The second you vanish after revealing you knew your killer, everyone looks at each other in confusion

"Th-They didn't say who, though, did they...?" She mutters.

"Right, because they know it was you, Gangs." Jax remarks, causing her to freeze.

She's outright horrified he would even remotely suggest that.

Poor girl's scrambling to justify how she couldn't have possibly killed you when she's been stuck in the game longer than you.

Imagine her awkwardness as Jax openly states that he was in fact kidding around..

He also expresses his doubts she'd even be capable of murder...as he recounts her crying over accidentally stepping on a digital ladybug.

She's not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not.

Gangle only fully calms down once you go to her personally and reassure her you were just pranking the group.

Although you'll haunt Jax as payback for trying to throw her under the bus.

Zooble

They just turn to the group and sigh.

"Okay, who did it? Because they've officially given me the f***ing creeps popping in and out like that."

She's strangled Jax on a number of occasions, so they are very much capable of committing violence...

But she has her doubts since you still hang around the group.

Alongside Jax, she quickly sees through your little joke and rolls their eyes when you admit that it was indeed a prank.

She can tolerate your dark humor, knowing you can't help it given your "spooky" theme.

They suspect Caine murdered you since he seemed most alarmed by your arrival. Plus you never spoke to him much.

But no, he actually helped you track down your killer--who abstracted the second they set foot inside the game and got thrown into the cellar.

Zooble never thought she'd see the day where they were actually impressed at Caine's actions.

Kinger

Like Pomni and Gangle...he's probably gonna overthink it and grow distrustful of the others, wondering who did it.

You seemed quite confident and serious in your confession---and scary as hell, too.

He proposes they all discussed it at the dinner table and hold a vote on who to cast out (sorta like a certain video game with a name that sadly slips by him).

Ironically, he refuses to say anything and just....stares uncomfortably at Gangle the entire time.

But before any of the talks could end in fighting or her getting sacrificed to the Gloink Queen...you show up again, looking calmer and less bloody than before.

When you reveal it was just a little prank, Kinger sighs in relief.

"Good heavens, you nearly gave me a second heartattack, [y/n]! Why didn't you just say so?"

"...thought it would be funny."

"........"

"........."

"......AH!! GH-GHOST!!!"

"Aaaand there's "heartattack #2, ladies and gentleman," Jax shakes his head, kicking his feet onto the table with an amused smile.

Ragatha

She's genuinely happy to hear that you knew who your killer was...

Although before she can ask you who, you disappear without warning.

Judging from the way you acted, you were accusing one of them...yet you didn't signal out anybody in particular.

She knows that she couldn't have possibly done it.

So she spends most of the day trying to calm down Pomni and the others (but mostly Pomni) who think they might've somehow accidentally killed you.

It begins to stress her out a little, so she searches for you, and you prank her with something silly.

After making her laugh, you use that opportunity to explain that you were joking with the group earlier, reassuring her that it wasn't any of them and the killer had already abstracted.

Her face falls flat as she realizes you just wanted to see how they would all react.

"[Y/n], that's just...mean." She frowns. "Pomni was freaking out all day, you know."

"Tell her I didn't mean any harm...I guess..nobody here understands my humor."

"I mean I do, but dark humor is more Zooble's and Jax's shticks."

"....true. My bad, Rags."

".....it's okay, dear." She sighs, unable to stay mad at you forever. "I'm just glad you didn't drive yourself insane trying to find them."

[evvlevie]

I SHIFTED FOR THE FIRST TIME !!!!  (as detailed as a shifting blogger can be but scroll down for the juicy part)

Hi, Hello, my beautiful beautiful readers! It's your favorite blogger Evie again and I don't know where to begin 😭 You've read the title so you know damn well what this post is about, and I am freaking over the moon to say it finally happened!

"So how did you shift?" Is most likely your very first question, and I promise I will answer it, but not without giving you full context on what led up to this magical event (or just scroll down in case only the shifting part concerns you)

so as I mentioned in my last post I had been in this state of not putting any effort into my shifting attempts anymore and basically treating shifting like any other of my manifestations: that it will happen on its own, if I simply want to.

⇣the post in question in case you're interested⇣

"Did it work?", you may be wondering. It did not. It might work for other people, because some points I made in that post still apply to me, but the idea of just counting on it to happen on its own didn't really work in my case. This being said, just because it didn't work for me, doesn't mean it can't work for you, and if you are an advanced manifestor who has complete trust in the law, this mindset might even be yours to apply.

Ever since I posted this, some days went by and my typical shifting-cycle repeated. I didn't shift after being so confident I would, and then the realization hit hard and I became severely demotivated. I even told my shifting bestie I was about to give up and lucky for me she motivated me and gave me back my faith. Speaking of faith: I had been noticing that certain angel numbers kept reoccurring in my life. The numbers being 1237 and 119. These numbers seem random, but 12:37 is the time my niece was born and 11th of September is my birthday. (yes I was born on 9/11, no not in the year that it happened, but two years later which is basically irrelevant information but it's a little fun fact about me.) I always thought the universe was showing me my birthday, up until I googled both of these numbers and realized they both mean something among the lines of "keep faith and trust in the universe". And lucky for you I did.

⇣small fangirl and shout-out-moment ⇣

Then on Monday I had a doctors appointment, and being bored in the waiting room I opened Tumblr. My feed was full of law of assumption content and I actually took the time and read through them all, and I reposted the ones I felt like gave me a lot of insight. Now to the freaking craziest part of all of this. (okay not true but it sure meant the world to me). I wake up in Tuesday and see that THE @astra-nomy reposted my post about the newest shifting tip I had found, and not only that, my comfort-shifter @multiversebaddie not only liked one of my posts, BUT FOLLOWED ME BACK. All in the same night and even right after another. CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT THAT DID TO ME????? I was like no, nope you guys, I can't not shift if my favourite shifting and loa bloggers fucking found out I existed. (APHRODITE FOLLOWS ME I CANT COMPREHEND THAT). Plus @lavender--fairy commented on the post mentioned earlier, and her post that I reblogged, was the one who actually gave me the key to shifting. Hell yes. I mean I knew what I needed to know from other bloggers anyway, but her post actually brought me back to the correct mindset.

✧THE ACTUAL SHIFTING EXPERIENCE AKA THE REASON YOU ARE READING THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE✧

so now it is Wednesday. I never really talked about what DR I am shifting to, and I mentioned it somewhere on an old ass post but to put it as briefly as I can: my DR contains a certain group of YouTubers, and I am shifting so I can be friends with them. Now they post videos on Wednesdays and due to the time difference I get to watch them at 11:30 pm, so basically right before going to bed. I went and grabbed a quick shower and then I laid in bed and started doing what I was always doing: affirming. But due to me being me this quickly turned into overthinking and overcomplicating EVERYTHING which is why I stopped, went back on TikTok to clear my thoughts a little and then returned to my attempt.

✨ THE METHOD ✨

☞ I laid in a position most comfortable to me and I started imagining myself in my DR making myself ready for bed. In my head I reminded myself of the thing that I was able to remember due to @lavender--fairy 's post: The 4D is the real reality, and the 3D is only the translation of your inner thoughts. meaning: if I can visualize it, I am already IN it.

☞ Along with me imagining my DR-me doing what I did, I always reminded myself (affirming if you will) that if I can imagine it, I am in it. I purposely chose the Visualization of me doing things I was already doing in my CR day-to-day because you can feel the moment so much better and ground yourself in that reality way easier than imagining me climbing a mountain since I never did that.

☞ I was making myself aware over and over again, that the imagination is the real reality and that if I can imagine it, I am in it. For as long as I was trying to fall asleep. I even moved and rearranged my position constantly, imagining that I was my DR-me doing the same thing. I really just emerged myself in that visualization and started feeling what ever I did, because essentially that's how manifestation works. You don't need to worry about the 3D, and you don't have to feel like you're lacking something. You imagined it in the 4D, so you already did it silly!

☞ In combination to that I never forced myself to stay focused on my DR. Because as mentioned in this post below, you are supposed to let you mind do its own thing in a way, because you can't shift If you are too aware of what you are trying to do.

✨ THE MOMENT ✨

I found myself in this weird state between falling asleep and still being conscious enough to see and understand what you are envisioning. So I was technically awake while it happened. I didn't visualize my DR anymore, instead my mind went into a completely different direction and I saw myself buying milk with Harry Styles. No I did not even script him into my DR, this was just my brain doing brain things. Nonetheless I was still affirming that if I can see it, I am in it, and suddenly I felt myself getting pulled. I heard a little whooshing sound and I literally zoomed out of my body. I was standing in a dark corridor and I could see an open door in the distance with a little something happening in the room it was leading to but I was too far away to see what was happening. Suddenly the corridor started spinning and I felt myself getting pulled into a whole different door. I gained consciousness in this unknown room, but I couldn't tell where I was, or what I was seeing, because it was just dark in there and my eyes had no chance of adjusting quickly enough. I panicked and before I could even comprehend it, I knew I set the intention to shift back to my CR. I got pulled back into this mysterious corridor and shoved into another door by some weird energy and I opened my eyes back in the CR. I know it wasn't a dream because this whole zooming out, the mysterious energy sending me from door to door and the random dark room felt way too physical for it to be a dream. I could literally feel myself in this corridor as only a "being" of some sort, but definitely not as a human with a physical form. From the many success stories I have read regarding shifting realities, I have noticed that many shifters do not reach their desired reality on their first try. Almost every shifter that has talked about shifting mentioned that their first shift was weird and to a strange, undefined reality. (@multiversebaddie shifted to a random ass classroom for example)

✨ ADVICE TO TAKE AWAY FROM THIS EXPERIENCE ✨

I believe I shifted when I did, because my mind was in this gloomy state between conscious and unconscious, which ultimately made me believe myself on the spot when I told myself the affirmations I mentioned earlier. I did not doubt them and that's probably why the void state is such a powerful state to be in, because even if I wasn't, I imagine it to be very similar to this.

Another thing, that won't hurt you is educating yourself on the law of assumption. I know it helped me a lot and I believe that people who struggle with shifting, would benefit if they understood the way manifestation worked because ultimately manifestation and shifting is the same thing.

If you read everything from top to bottom: I love you. If you are doubting shifting, your ability to do it, or wether or not it is real: I can guarantee you as a first-person-witness: not only is it real, it's something every single dingus out there can achieve! And if I can help you in any way, shape, or form: don't be afraid to ask.

I send a lot of love and a lot of positive vibes to everyone reading this! I had been waiting to do this post ever since I created my blog and I still can't believe that I finally got to do it 😭

Yours in every reality

Evie <3

[cat-loves-music]

Hi Cat! I was wondering if I could request Mattheo Riddle x fem reader who gets migraines? And it would be her skipping class over getting a really bad one which is unusual and so he goes to check on her and he cuddles her, gives her head massages (and she has curly hair or it’s just not described as like easy to comb through so more of a scalp massage ig lol) and whatever else you want to add. Also they call each other like mi amor and cute stuff like that. If you don’t want to write this it’s totally fine! I love your work and hope you have a great day or night <3

Migraines

Omg hi! So sorry this took so long. Finding motivation is a pain in the ass. 😅

I also am not really familiar with migraines, so I hope I do this justice. Anyways I hope you like it!

Warnings: migraines, fluff, House not specified, fem!reader, not proofread!, somewhat shitty writing, and if there are more plz let me know!

The sound of a switch and the sudden blinding light of my dorm room awakes me from my peaceful slumber.

"Come on, Y/n! You need to get up, you'll be late," my dormmate says before leaving.

I groan as I sit up in bed, my head throbbing with pain and the contents of my stomach swish around uncomfortably inside the organ. The lights reflecting off of the vibrant colors of the dorm room make my head spin so I begrudgingly stand up to turn the light back off.

"Not today," I whisper to myself as I chase my relief in the comfort of my own bed.

♡♡♡

Mattheo's POV

"Hey Malfoy, have you seen Y/n today?" I asked him as we sat down in the Great Hall for lunch.

"Nah, mate. I would have thought you would have since you're the one dating her," he answers, shrugging.

I sigh as more of my friends come to the table.

"Have any of you guys seen Y/n by any chance?" I asked them.

"I didn't see her in class," Enzo replied, "she's almost never even late much less not show up."

"Yeah she wasn't in Defense or Charms," Pansy said, worry lacing her voice.

I get up from the table, my heart feeling like it's being squeezed. Something is wrong, I know it.

"I'll see you all later, I'm gonna go find her," I stated.

We bid our goodbyes before I head to her dorm. I arrive there and I knock on the door.

"Go away!" I hear her groan.

Twisting open the door knob, the lights are completely off and the curtains are drawn closed. Darkness envelopes the room, but I can still see Y/n's form buried underneath the covers.

"Mi amor," I whisper, "what's wrong?"

"I have a migraine," she speaks, her words slightly slurred.

I frown, "It must be a bad one because you never miss class, my love."

"Please stop yelling," she whines, "it hurts."

I walk over to beside her bed, take my shoes off and climb in next to her. Snaking my arms around her, I hold her close and she snuggles into my chest.

"Can I get a head massage please?" She requests, looking up at me with her tear stained cheeks.

"Of course, princess," I said, my heart squeezing once more.

I hate that she's in pain, sometimes I wish I could take it away from her so she'll never have to feel it again. I'd bear the burden so she doesn't have to, but unfortunately I can't so the next best thing would be helping her with a massage. My hands find their way to her head as I work my fingers into her temples and scalp. Y/n sighs in contentment as I do so.

"Thank you, love," she says, "that feels so much better."

I provide a kiss to the top of her head, "I'm glad."

For the rest of the day, we stay in bed with our bodies entwined in each other's arms.

Hi! I hope you liked it, but it’s been a hot minute since I've written an imagine so I'm sorry if it sucks. I tried my best to make it decent since I don't personally get migraines, but if you want me to add something, let me know!

@ravenclawprincess33

[idyllic-affections]

if i am the wind, fleeting and transient, you are the steady and constant earth upon which i stand.

summary. kaedehara kazuha's older sibling is a geo-aligned mirror of himself.

trigger & content warnings. references to tomo's death and mentions of sensory overload.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, hurt/comfort. kazuha & older sibling!reader, slight beidou x reader. 0.7k words. they/them pronouns for reader. reader has a geo vision.

author's thoughts. this was an old draft that i decided to finish bc tbh? kazuha >>> lately i'm finishing and posting old drafts? i think it's because i'm realizing that they aren't even half as bad as i originally thought.

imagine being kazuha's geo bearing older sibling.

kaedehara kazuha is, for the most part, a gentle gale. fleeting, transient, evanescent.

kaedehara [name] is his polar opposite—they are the firm earth. lasting, enduring, permanent.

they were easily one of the raiden shogun's most vocal opposers during the vision hunt decree. how dare she treat her people with such lack of care? the people she should have loved? the people that she had once promised a dream to? where was all that love when she decided to cruelly rip her citizens' visions from them in spite of all the terrible effects such force had? where was all that love?

(even after the decree gets repealed, they would still be a little bitter. they're expected to forgive her, just like that? no. their forgiveness is a thing to be earned; hell, they may simply choose to never forgive her, and after all the pain she caused them and their brother? it would be justified. they do not care if she is an archon.)

"eternity is not complacency in a stasis-like state," they once told kazuha, "but rather, it is the endurance of a legacy for centuries to come. that is eternity."

they stayed back in inazuma, holding off the shogunate while kazuha ran away after tomo's death.

he cried when he had to part from them, but at their command, he ultimately did obey. as much as it hurt him to abandon them, not knowing if they'd somehow manage to escape on their own, he knew they would hate it if he refused to leave. so he did.

thankfully, the resistance took them in. they stayed with kokomi and gorou the majority of the time, helping them push back against the electro archon's tyranny.

kazuha definitely adores his older sibling!! he will literally never say a single bad thing about them to anyone. never. no slander will come from his lips.

when beidou first got to meet them, she was absolutely overjoyed; she can see where kazuha gets his attitude from! they also thanked her profusely for taking such good care of him when they could not. the two got on very well! kazuha was so happy to see some of his favorite people getting along <3

beidou loves them. genuinely.

she always encourages them to come on the alcor. there is always a place for them with her crew! sometimes they do take her up on her offer and they travel teyvat for a while. once their family affairs are settled, they'll start traveling full-time, occassionally returning to inazuma to visit their friends.

she also gets so excited when she knows they'll be on board—beidou likes exchanging stories with them and just... talking. she loves that.

someone had to teach kazuha how to play music on leaves, you know. it was definitely [name].

kazu and his sibling would compliment one another really well in battle. they'd be able to predict one another's next moves based on muscle twitches, changes in stance... it's like they can read each other's minds! they can't. they just know one another inside and out.

sometimes they'll cup their hands over his ears to protect him in situations where he cannot avoid a storm or similar thing that might hurt his ears. this gesture is greatly appreciated. kazuha does what he can to reciprocate that—if they're overwhelmed or overstimulated? his first priority is to get them somewhere calmer. they protect him in his moments of sensitivity, so it's only fair for him to do the same.

i like to think kazuha and his sibling sit and admire scenery together. maybe they point out shapes in the clouds. maybe they take note of interesting sounds they hear in the bushes. however the two spend their time admiring the world, it is always an enjoyable time.

i also think the two would play in the rain, as long as it isn't too heavy <3 dancing in the rain together, taking walks in the rain together... it'a comforting.

sometimes kazuha will lay his head on their lap as if he were some kind of cat, and he'll just fall asleep. a mid-afternoon nap on his older sibling.

on top of all of that, kazuha speaks his mind to his sibling, and he hopes they'll do the same. he wants them to always be honest about what they're thinking and how they're feeling.

he knows that, as the eldest, they may have had to carry heavy burdens all throughout his childhood, while he got the privilege of existing without a care in the world.

the heavy burdens will be no more.

he is old enough to help shoulder the weight, and help shoulder the weight he will.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

[genericpuff]

What the actual fuck are they thinking-

Okay, the caption might seem overblown but... this is not good.

The main LO subreddit has been closed for weeks now. It closed due to the API protests but considering the options in the community poll were to either "stay open indefinitely" or "stay closed until the decision is reversed", there's a tinfoil hat theory going around that the single mod that overlooks that place saw the API protests as an "easy way out", especially considering how hands-off those mods are. By the time the main sub decided to take part in the protests (after the height of the protests were over) it had already been stated by u/spez that they were not going to reverse the decision. Essentially, the LO subreddit is done.

Do you know what's been happening since it closed? Activity in ULO has been skyrocketing, but we've also been seeing a lot more discourse from people who have been forced to stomach the ULO content after having their main community shuttered.

Listen, I've got a lot of issues with the main sub and the things they've done over the past year. There are definitely some really shitty folks in there who have ruined things for those who are just casual readers by just being way too protective of this comic. But that doesn't mean the main sub shouldn't exist. The main sub, as dead as it was by the time it closed, was still an option for people who didn't want blind praise or relentless criticism/shitposting. Though there were people who tried to gatekeep the shit out of the main sub (attempting to make it a "positive vibes only" space) the main sub was never explicitly designed for only praise, and by the time it closed, it was seeing a lot more balance between praise and criticism (to no one's surprise, because criticism has become a lot more mainstream in the LO fandom, simply due to the comic's undeniably tanking). All that said, it made for a nice middle ground. Even I enjoyed going in there and reading people's takes on new episodes every week, whether or not I agreed with them. ULO was not designed to be the only route for discussion concerning LO, it's very specifically run for one specific purpose and that purpose will not line up with those who are now without a space.

Without the main sub, there are people with nowhere to go. Some people casually grin and bear it through ULO, others have gone to /r/LowSodiumLoreOlympus, but considering how dead that sub is also, it's clear the popular opinion is swaying more towards criticism. I can't imagine what it's like to be a community refugee right now.

So what does that leave for those who don't want to use ULO? The Facebook groups, and the Discord. The Facebook groups are probably the most accessible communities - not everyone uses reddit, not everyone knows how to use Discord, but everyone uses Facebook.

So the fact that the Facebook groups aren't going on a small break, but are going on their own 4 month hiatus?

Not only does this further reduce the options for fandom interaction, but this is terrible for the comic. Hiatuses like this can kill long-term retention, and fandom communities are often the best way to keep that retention on some form of life support.

Think of it this way - if I didn't have the ULO community, I probably would have dropped off LO ages ago, cut my losses, moved on. But it's the fact that I have a community to keep in touch with and have fun with that keeps me on this series. This goes the other way as well, into the casual and praise communities - while I'm sure many will still eagerly return in October, for those who are more casual readers, Lore Olympus will essentially be out of sight, out of mind. And that is NOT something you want to happen to a comic that is already losing traction.

I genuinely do not know what Rachel is thinking closing these groups. And yes, I am pointing to Rachel on this decision because she literally runs the official LO Facebook groups. LO going on a mid-season hiatus over the summer when HALF OF HER DEMOGRAPHIC IS HOME FROM SCHOOL is already such a huge risk that will likely kill her numbers; but to go and cut off her official groups from being able to stay connected and talking about the comic during the hiatus, on a platform OCCUPIED BY THE OTHER HALF OF HER DEMOGRAPHIC, LITERALLY ADULT WOMEN ?? What is that supposed to achieve? If she wants to give her mods a break, sure, okay, do that for a few weeks, but four months? Is she so allergic to fans being able to theorize or "figure her out" (because god knows Rachel doesn't like being predictable) or, god forbid, is she worried about giving them too much "freedom" to reflect and discuss the comic during this time without the weekly dopamine distraction hits that they actually stop and realize how shitty the comic is right now?

All I can say is, as much as we're theorizing that LO is going to be getting a 4th season, I really do hope this midseason hiatus is its last. Whatever life this comic has left is being choked out by Rachel and Webtoons' own hands.

And when it does go out, it better go out with a bang. That's the least it can do for itself and its community at this point.

[hardstraykidshours]

Can I make a request?👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Y/N wakes up from a wet dream needy af but Minho isn’t next to her (he’s in the bathroom or something) and she nearly starts crying from frustration before he comes back. Make it absolute filth thank you

anon. anon please have mercy on me. i am mere mortal. this idea had my head spinningggggggggg wowowwowowwow! wet dreams about minho???? wowie zowie.

i hope you like it - i've never written anything quite like this before so i hope i did your wonderful idea justice with the level of filth requested.

❤️ courtney & abbie

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pairing: minho x afab!reader

genre: smut smut smut, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 2.0k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, wet dream, dom!minho, sub!reader, masturbation (f), sex toys, choking, teasing, praise, pet names, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

you wake up with heavy breath, a sheen of sweat covering your skin as your eyes quickly blink awake. you stir and feel the noticeable wetness between your legs. needless to say you had a pretty intense sex dream about minho last night. your mind was still reeling at all of the things you imagined, the things he's done to you, the things you need him to do to you. you rub your thighs together to relieve the ache in your core.

as you turn over to glance at minho's side of the bed, you realize he isn't there. that's when you notice the dim glow of the bathroom light shining under the bathroom door as the water to the shower turns on. minho has a really busy day ahead of him, so even though you crave him desperately right now, you know he needs to head to work early, and you don't want to distract him. but the feeling between your legs is proving more and more difficult to ignore.

'well it's nothing I can't take care of myself I guess, i've got some time while he's in the shower anyways,' you think to yourself as you pull your panties down to allow yourself access.

dipping your hand underneath the blankets, you rub your fingers through your dripping folds. you honestly shock yourself with how wet your are, that dream about minho worked you up more than you thought. you throw your head back slightly as you lightly graze over your clit. you reach into the nightstand and pull out your vibrator, clicking it on before gently pushing it inside your aching pussy. you're careful to not moan too loudly so minho won't hear. you usually only masturbate when minho isn't home because if you're both needy, you just have sex, so there was something a little embarrassing about doing so while he's in the other room, which is why you're careful to not cause too much of a ruckus.

even though you're as horny as you are right now, you need more, the things you're doing just aren't enough. you feel like you're concentrating on this so hard, and the fact that this isn't even scratching the itch could make you cry from sexual frustration. growing more impatient, you try and focus even harder, which is why you don't even notice the shower turned off quite some time ago. it isn't until minho opens the door from the bathroom that you're snapped back to reality from your haze of frustration, and you realize the situation at hand.

minho stares blankly at you, hair still damp from the shower and wearing only a pair of sweats. you meet his gaze sheepishly. if your hand underneath the covers wasn't enough obvious enough, the flush on your cheeks and the gentle buzz of your vibrator make it all the more clear as to what's going on. you don't think you've ever turned off a toy faster in your life, immediately discarding it onto the bed next you as you scramble to sit upwards in the bed.

"um hi, i can, i can explain," you stammer.

"i mean it was pretty clear you were masturbating," he states matter of factly, his expression increasingly difficult to read.

"i just, i had a dream about you, and i just needing to get some...stuff out my system. and i know you're so busy today that i didn't want you to run late for work or anything just to fuck me, so i thought, i thought i could just fix the problem myself," you rush to explain the situation to him, face growing hot in the process.

"did you?" he asks.

"did i what?" you respond, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"did you fix the problem yourself?" he clarifies, eyes growing dark with lust.

"oh," you begin, finding it hard to meet his gaze. "um...no. no i didn't. no matter how hard i focused, it was like my body knew it wasn't what i really wanted, so i couldn't get there. it was honestly frustrating."

he slowly crosses the room to you until he's standing at the foot of the bed. "maybe you weren't doing it right."

your eyebrows scrunch in confusion once again, trying to understand what he means.

"show me what you were doing, princess. show me how you were touching yourself," he states, voice surprisingly calm for such a request. "then we can see how we might fix your little problem."

"min, what about work?" you inquire.

"work can wait, this is important," he responds.

your heart beats so fast you think it'll pound out of your chest, cheeks growing redder by the second. obviously minho has seen you in every way possible before, but something about him watching you touch yourself has your blood pumping.

you slowly pull the blankets off of your body, revealing your naked lower half. reaching over, you timidly grab the vibrator and turn it on, immediately continuing your motions as you previously were but much more sheepishly.

"that's it, princess," minho coos, his gaze hot on your skin as his stares at your hand between your legs. "tell me what you dreamt about."

he doesn't miss the way the command makes your pussy clench around the toy. you swallow deeply, trying to find the confidence for such admissions.

"dreamt about you, min," you begin between deep breaths and light moans. "about you inside me, filling me up so good like you always do. about your fingers playing with me. about your pretty hand around my throat."

his dick is getting harder by the second, and you see an obvious bulge forming in his sweatpants.

"you dreamt about all that, baby? you wanted me that bad?" he taunts seductively.

"so bad," you pant.

"wanted me so bad you couldn't wait. you just had to touch your pretty little pussy without me," he shakes his head in fake disappointment. you feel your walls clench around the vibrator again as his words skate across your skin, causing goosebumps to form. "well, from what I can tell, you certainly know how to touch yourself. so i wonder what we could possibly do to fix your problem..."

"min," you whimper.

"yes, princess?" he coos as he crawls on the bed towards you until he's hovering over you.

"please," you beg. "you. you could fix my problem."

"i agree," he states before placing a long kiss on your lips.

he slowly reaches down between your bodies and takes the vibrator from your hand before he starts to pump it in and out of you, pushing it to far inside that his fingers brush across your entrance.

"so wet," he moans against your skin as he presses his lips on your neck. "you really did get all hot and bothered."

he pulls the vibrator out and places it against your clit, causing you to arch your back off the bed as you mewl. he lifts himself upwards slightly so he can look you. he gently places his free hand around your throat.

"this is what you dreamt about?" he asks. you nod rapidly.

he squeezes the pressure points on your neck ever so slightly, never stopping his work with the vibrator against your clit. you moan, the whole sensation has you seeing stars.

"min," is all you manage to get out.

"you like that? i'm making all your dreams come true," he smiles devilishly, drinking in the sight of you slowly coming undone beneath him.

"need you," you finally moan out.

"you've got me, princess," he responds with a kiss to your temple as he lowers his hand from your throat to brace himself above you again.

"need you inside," you clarify.

he sets the vibrator to the side and climbs off the bed to rid himself of his sweats and underwear before settling between your legs again. he rubs his cock through your folds, coating himself with your juices.

"fuck," he moans under his breath. your fingers dig into his shoulder for support.

"ready?" he asks.

"ready," you affirm as he places a soft kiss on your cheek.

he places his tip at your entrance, teasing you as he pushes in ever so slightly only to pull out again.

you playfully glare at him. "min, please, now is not the time for games."

"sorry, you know i love to tease a little," he says with a giggle before kissing your jaw. he leans in closer to your ear. "i especially love to tease after you decided to play with your pussy by yourself, after denying me that pleasure."

he slowly pushes into you as he finishes his sentence, stretching you out in all the right ways. you both hiss as he bottoms out. he takes a second to let you get adjusted to him. after the appropriate amount of time, he finally starts to pump in and out of you. the wetness from all of your arousal and pent up sexual frustration makes it easy for him to slide within you.

"shit, baby, you feel so good. squeezing my cock so good," he grunts between jagged breath. his compliment makes your walls clench around him.

he continues to grind into you, hips connecting each time as he thrusts deeply. eventually he sits up his knees and pulls your hips toward him to tilt you upwards as he continues to thrust into you. the new angle makes you feel him so much deeper, making you feel impossibly full. he grabs the vibrator, turns it on, and places it right on your clit as he continues his motions inside you as he hits that sweet spot inside your cunt. all the new sensations cause you to feel that all to familiar knot building in your core.

"just like that. so close," you mumble between moans.

"cum for me, princess. show me how much you needed me after that little dream of yours," he commands.

your legs begin to shake as your orgasm comes barreling over you. throwing your head back against the pillow, you moan his name like a mantra as your walls clench and relax around him. watching your pleasure wash over you and feeling your cunt squeezing his cock sends minho to his release. moans and grunts are the only things slipping past his lips as hips stutter against you as he cums deep inside you.

he pulls out and collapses from exhaustion onto the bed next you. he notices some of his cum leaking out of you, and he's quick to use his fingers to shove it back inside you, making you gasp at the sudden contact against your overstimulated pussy.

"i'll let you keep that for later to tide you over until I get home," he whispers in your ear, breath dancing across your skin.

you and minho lay there for a moment catching your breath and recollecting your thoughts.

"you know," he finally begins, the tips of his ears turning red. "if you ever have dreams like that, you can always tell me. it's hot knowing that you dream about me like that. and I can tell you when I have dreams about you too."

"i know," you say sheepishly. "i normally would have but your schedule is so busy and i just needed some relief, so i really thought i could just finish things off myself really fast."

"i appreciate that. and i by no means want to prevent you from having some self care," he says. "but if i'm home and we're both horny, please tell me. believe me, i will always make room in my schedule to fuck you."

"thank you," you reply with a laugh. "same here."

his ears grow red again.

"anyways, i love you so much, but i guess i should go to work," he says with a sigh as he gets up from the bed.

"i love you," you say as he leans down to kiss you. "have a good day."

"you too. maybe you should take a nap today, have another dream about me. i wanna hear more of your fantasies when I get home, princess," he says with a playful wink.

[ejunkiet]

ej's adventures in romance: the good, the bad, the ugly

i've had kindle unlimited for the few months, and have been on a deep deep dive into all the recs from the romance genre that i can get my grubby little paws on. I've read.... many, many books. so many.

I've made a rec list of my new fave authors in the genre before, and this is not that. I'm just gonna list what I've read, by tropes, with ratings, and you can read my full reviews on goodreads. I've gone there. there are quite a few of the booktok hits here, because they came up on rec lists, and I'm gonna give my honest opinions on them okay. my goodreads!

Before we get down and dirty, have my actual recs from the last month: Heather Guerre remains a diamond in the rough, although she can now be joined by a further two authors: Kathyrn Moon (smutty RH queen) and Zoey Draven, a surprise last minute entry that doesn't shy away from darker themes, but handles them maturely.

other recs are the obvious: Talia Hibbert, Katee Roberts, and our very own @dominimoonbeam (whose book Doors I've been reccing a LOT lately, as I love it so much, and the sequel will be out soon >:3)

Okay. lets do this. this gets long, be warned. >:3

the "grovel" trope

books where the MMC fucks up and tries to make up for their mistakes. a good read where you get a healthy dose of angst and then a lot of making up for it. can be a great cathartic read.

Cate C. Wells has a whole series dedicated to this, "the five packs", one of which I already recommended as a guilty pleasure: the lone wolf's rejected mate". Now look, these books are ridiculous, the worldstate is terrible, each pack is a dude fest that reeks of misogyny, but they're pretty fun. I've read book 1 and book 3. I want to stab the MMC of book 1 with a rusty spork. you can skip it.

the lone wolf's rejected mate however is a ride, with a broken MMC who rejects his soulmate because he thinks he's too broken (literally, his wolf tries to kill her), and then they get captured, save each other, and he builds her a treehouse, yada yada. mind the content warnings, but if you want to read something OTT that basically epitomises the craziness that is the PNR and "grovel" romance genre, read this, and hold onto your butts.

the paranormal romance genre: shifters, vampires and more

Heather Guerre's books. okay, so actual recs. She focuses on characters from working class backgrounds with a sprinkle of the paranormal thrown in, everyone is over the age of 25 (thank god, most are in their 30s), and she can really write. I won't tag Eeshley again, but the "Tooth and Claw" series was their rec and *chefs kiss*. this is still the self-published romance genre, so these books could use an editor/polish, but honestly, I'm a big fan of her writing, and have picked up all her books. (her contemporary romance is also excellent.)

post-apocalyptic trope

Claire Kent's books. Imagine Joel from the last of us as a book series. I've only read Last Light so far, which is the prequel to a longer series that explores life in america 5+ years after an asteroid collides with western europe, causing global environmental catastrophes. I'm not 100% sold on her world building, but this is a romance novel, and the way she writes the characters and their relationships are human and organic, and the most realistic I've come across so far. the world state is the walking dead, with evil biker gangs that rape and pillage. i'm assuming this is an american thing, but can't comment on what it'd be like in the UK considering we no longer exist, due to aforementioned asteroid collision. probably for the best.

omegaverse and reverse harem tropes

yeah, I thought omegaverse was just a fanfic thing too. it's not, and it is super prevalent in het romance. it was never really my thing in fanfic, and the fact it is not a shifter thing was very surprising to me, as knots/packs/heat/rut still exist, but it's just humans with animalistic traits. I kept on waiting for the motorcycle gang in 'baby and the late night howlers' to turn into wolves, and they never did.

So Kathryn Moon writes some delicious reverse harem books. I read the first of monsterfucker series 'a lady of rooksgrave manor' years ago, and liked it, although there wasn't enough plot for me to continue. she writes excellent smut. Seriously, just really, really good smut. BIG FAN. I've been making my way through her 'Sweetverse' series, which has more connections and actual relationships between the characters, and polymances, and I recommend starting with Lola + the millionaires, if you can handle a little omegaverse. mind the content warnings, this is a book about recovering from trauma, which happened in the first book (baby's book, although offscreen. Lola has a lot of flashbacks in italics.)

Otherwise, you can stick with the monsterfucker books! I bought her latest monster series off of regular kindle, instead of KU, and I'm really excited to read it hehehe

"mars need more women" and "fated mate" tropes

hehehe okay HERE WE GO. these books are all about women ending up on planets where due to some sort of cataclysmic event - disease, mostly - 80% of the female population of the planet has died. now as we're not here for angst, the arrival of these women are usually due to some other species abducting them, and they are then "rescued" or recovered after a crash on metaphorical mars, which needs a better sex ratio to ensure the survival of the species.

this trope is coupled with "fated mate" tropes, where basically the rescued/recovered women end up with a devoted alien husband, who yearns until he can win her over (we're all about consent here folks)

the ice planet barbarians series by ruby dixon. this is basically na'vi aliens that crashlanded on an ice planet 250 odd years ago, and have made it their home, living in tribal colonies. to survive in this planet's toxic atmosphere, they've taken in a native parasite called a 'khui' which helps their bodies adapt to the climate and atmosphere. the women in the books also receive the same parasite to survive (they're given the choice), and this is the basis of the "mate bonds" formed throughout the series.

now book 1 is a rocky start, and the weakest of the series. I nearly put it down because of the first 20 pages. you can skip the first 20 pages. it basically recounts the abduction of the women from their home planet, and mistreatment by their captors (tw for sexual assault of a side character, not explicit). the ship malfunctions, and the women "cargo" are dropped onto the ice planet, where they are found by the not-na'vi, who are called sa-khui, because of the parasite.

now the rest of the series is about adapting to life on an alien planet, understanding the culture of the sa-khui, and gaining a devoted alien hubby. look, I read four books in a week. they're fun, they're exciting, the smut is good, and it's an easy read. it's also written by an experienced and practiced author, as the topics are handled maturely, it doesn't take itself too seriously, and it has great representation.

(one of my favourite books in the series, book 7, is centred around Lilah, who was born deaf and had a cochlear implant that was surgically removed during the abduction. the book focuses on her struggling to adapt to life on the planet, aided by a sa-khui that rescues her and learns ASL to communicate, and it's an excellent read okay)

I'd say read book 1 (maybe skipping first 20 pages, or even to part 2) for context, read book 2 (my favourite of the series omg), and then pick and choose from there!! I've read 1,2,4,7, and I'm gonna end up coming back for more hehehe.

"choosing theo" is another in this genre, but it didn't quite vibe with me. it leans into the 'rescued human ends up on a planet that needs women for propagation', with a matriarchal society where the men go to husbandry school to learn how to please women, and all residents of the planet are required to participate in three month long marriages to try to find potential mates to propagate the species. the premise is a fun one, but the first book is not the strongest, and I didn't continue from there. (another rusty spork for the MMC...)

dothraki in space trope

we're at the end of my trope list! I liked the ice planet barbarian series a lot, and I'd kept on seeing the Horde Kings of Dakkar by Zoey Draven recommended, and they are good. (thank you woofs >:3) think dothraki from GoT in space; humans live in small, poorly maintained colonies on the Dakkar planet, where they aren't allowed to hunt or damage the earth. offenses are punishable by death. these books lean into the captive trope, and handle the issues of the worldstate and navigating cultural differences super well, with a heavy dose of consent and BAMF heroines that rise up to their situation and make a place for themselves in their new (objectively better) lives.

i'm on book two now, and I love the maturity in the characters and the writing (which I did not find in 'choosing theo'), and they're an excellent romp. fantastic rec, really glad I picked this up >:3

am I finally going to take a break from my reading binge now? I keep on saying I will, and then not doing that ahahahaha. my kindle library is still stuffed full, mainly with other books from my fave authors above, but also some nice space horror to round it off.

next on my list is gonna be either 'Haunt, Heart, Havoc', a horror romance that I've been meaning to read forever, or 'Dead silence', which is aliens meets titanic in space. >:3 if you read all of this, KUDOS TO YOU, have a lovely sunday ahahaha!

[yawnderu]

About the COD fandom. I just came across a fic that was labelled 16+ yet it was explicitly porn! The blog was something like "Coquette" or whatever with no age in their bio. And I swear you can't explain to these kids WHY you have to label shit appropriately because they just don't get it. One has to state it's 18+ because if you brazenly let minors view explicit content, YOU (in general) can get into major shit.

There are too many minors in the fandom. Too many blogs writing and liking fics with no age in their bios. I remember when teens were told to shut the fuck up in fandoms, at least when they tried to encroach on the 18+ side of it. Yes I am old and yelling at the clouds lol

Oh and I've seen "AKCHULLY Price would date an 18-year-old! He would so nah nah! He's not real so I can write what I want!" Write what you want but it's still gross. Especially because they really make a point of bringing up an age gap. there are alarming pedophilic themes in said fics of price fucking/dating 18-year-olds.

"Controversial young reader!" has 11k notes. "DBF Price/Simon/Konig" and the fics are revolting in nature because the reader is heavily implied to be young and very inexperienced and not in an "I have no interest in this shit" kind of way.

TLDR it's like fics are being written by minors, for minors. Just seems that way...

There's a meme w this same format that goes ''I wish all minors a very get off my blog'' but I can't find it bfehbjefbjhfe

YES!! istg it's always the coquette lana del rey stan girlies who are into weirdly pedophilic things. It's even worse when they're actual adults purposely targeting minors with NSFW content, such as saying Price would date a barely legal girl or wait until she turns 18 to date her like... are you insane? fejnfejhbh This man would definitely want someone around his own age OR with at least a fully developed brain. Sure, everyone can write whatever they want, but people can also talk about it when you're making these men straight up predators.

HEAVY on the too many minors in the fandom, TikTok viralized the masked men and now you have minors commenting sexual things on the media of cosplayers or people who simply like tactical gear. Not to mention they RARELY respect a ''MDNI'', saying things like ''oh but I turn 18 in 2 years'' hbfehjbef PLEASE. And I get it, I've been on many different fandoms ever since I was like 11, I understand wanting to interact with creators and their content— but at the very least respect what they ask if they don't want to interact with minors.

That goes to the other point of kids developing parasocial relationships with the VAs. God, the comment section of the VAs is pure nightmare fuel full of kids saying they're gonna marry them one day or straight up commenting weird sexual things to people who are in their 30s. It's WEIRD, especially because it's so painfully obvious the parasocial relationship they develop is fully one-sided 😭 like why are you commenting how much you want to fuck this married 40-year-old man with kids on a post with his WIFE? Not to mention the hate people close to them get, such as Alain's girlfriend.

I have a small series of DBF!Keegan, but I imagine the reader to be at least in her mid-20s rather than an 18-year-old (or even younger, I've seen some DBF stuff making the reader a minor). It's honestly a bit bizarre to see ADULTS making pedophilic/predatory content targeting a young audience bfehbjfewl

[partypoisonzz]

letters and sodas (90s!trey parker x fem!reader)

Part One of the FWB-verse series

Content:

- friends with benefits/rebound messiness

- dry humping

- praise kink

- marking

Word Count: 5,189

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

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You stand out in the hallway, a warm paper bag clutched tightly in one hand as you knock with the other. You inhale the scent of the warm French fries, worrying that Trey won't even come to the door. 

Of course, you know that he's in there. He hasn't been anywhere else except for a handful of his classes all week. That isn't to say, however, that he'll answer. Ever since the incident, he's been effectively isolating himself, not seeming to want to see anybody. You can't really blame him for that, — the whole thing is majorly fucked, — but you're worried, for fuck's sake. Lots of people are, whether he thinks so or not.

The few times you've seen him, he was visibly a wreck. Despite looking like he had just rolled out of bed, he was obviously exhausted, his eyes in a perpetual state of puffiness and ringed by dark circles. He didn't seem to be putting any effort into taming his hair or shaving his face, which resulted in him looking sort of homeless. Then there was the fact that his clothes just seemed to be looking looser and looser, which raised your alarm bells more than anything. 

Your concern deepened when Jason paid him a visit earlier on in the week, only to shake his head and sigh when he reported back to the rest of you. 

"Jackass isn't eating anything," he informed you, Matt, and Dian as you scarfed down your respective shitty cafeteria dinners. "He's living off fucking SlimFast. That's all. No wonder he looks like a coke addict all of the sudden." 

Deeply concerned by these new developments, the four of you worked out a plan to keep tabs on him without him immediately chasing you off. You decided that all of you would alternate dropping by his dorm throughout the week, but never together and never with an established plan in place. That way, it wouldn't look rehearsed, — because it wasn't, — and would illustrate your genuine concern in a manner that didn't seem forced… because it wasn't. Each of you would approach the situation using whatever method seemed fit at the moment. 

When you left your final class for the afternoon, you decided that the appropriate method for the day would be to bring him food. The thought of him, holed up in his dorm and depressed, choking down weight loss shake after weight loss shake, made your heart sink. He needed something substantial. Maybe not healthy, but something he could chew and swallow. 

So you went to McDonald's and ordered a couple of combo meals. It wasn't gourmet cuisine, but it was affordable. It was the same junk that you ate together back when things were okay. The image of a bunch of high, giggling college kids piling into a booth and decimating a couple baskets of fries reminded you of simpler times… Those being, the times before Trey walked in on his fiancee in a state of post coital bliss with another guy and consequently started spiraling. 

You ruminated on the reasoning for all of it as you drove back to campus, digging into your bag to angrily chomp on a fry every now and again. As much as imagining him getting married put a lump in your throat and a pit in your stomach, you weren't selfish enough to take delight in his current situation. It burned you up, really.

Trey had been the type of boyfriend and fiance that made people envious of Liane, and she fucking cheated on him. If she hadn't gotten caught, she would have kept dragging it out, all the way to the altar. She would have continued after the wedding that was going to empty their pockets, and he would have been none the wiser. Now he was fucking starving himself with graduation fast approaching, and your blood pressure was going through the fucking roof even though it technically wasn't really your problem… And your fries were already gone by the time you pulled into your parking space. Great. 

You're hoping to God that he opens the door before you can start eating his fries. Luckily, not long after this thought crosses your mind, the door swings open, only to reveal an impressively-disheveled Trey. 

He looks from your face to the brown paper bag and back again before clearing his throat. "Come in."

He doesn't have to ask you twice. You nudge the door closed behind you and reach for the lock. "I brought you dinner," you tell him as you sit your drinks down. "It's nothing special. Just a Big Mac. But I thought…"

You freeze as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. You are infinitely grateful that your face is being crushed into the fabric of his shirt. Otherwise, he would see that you're turning bright fucking red. 

"Thanks," he mutters, still holding onto you. He seems to be in no rush to let you go. You lean into him, soaking up the feeling of his arms around you in a way that you can totally pretend was possessive when you're letting your imagination run wild in bed tonight. 

After a while, however, you feel the need to speak up, knowing that you're still holding a bag full of McDonald's in your hand. "Trey," you speak up. "The food…" 

"Right. Sorry." He gives your waist a slight squeeze before releasing you from his grip. 

You force a smile onto your face as you take the sight of him in. He just looks so fucking tired.  

Still, you ask him the dreaded question as you take a seat on the floor: "How's it been going?" 

He doesn't hesitate to respond. "Fucking terrible," he says, rifling around in the bag for his burger. "I wish I was dead, honestly."

You frown as you reach for your own food. "She isn't worth all that," you mutter quietly. 

He laughs humorlessly. "As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I was going to marry that woman." He takes a needlessly-aggressive bite out of his burger before pulling back. "Forgive me for being a little torn up about my fiancee cheating on me." 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. The bitchiness is nothing new. The situation itself is a bit harder to deal with. "You know I didn't mean it like that," you say. 

"Yeah. I know." He looks away from the burger that he's devouring like the starved man that he is to fix you with wide blue eyes. You do your best to keep your face from bursting into flames again. 

He sighs, reaching for one of the brown paper napkins in the bag. "Sorry for being an asshole," he concedes. "I know it's not an excuse, but I've kind of forgotten how to interact with other people over the past week." 

"It's fine." You take a sip of your soda before pulling back. "I've just been worried about you." 

You don't miss the change in expression that this confession provokes. His eyes flash with something soft. Guilt? Relief? 

"I wish I could say that you don't have to," he finally says. "But, well… All you have to do is look around to see that I'm a fucking wreck."

"Anybody would be," you tell him. 

There's another pause. If the two of you were talking about literally anything else, it would probably be comfortable. You've always been the type of friends who could just do things together and not talk. His company was enough to put you at ease, and vice versa. 

But now you're looking at the shadows under his eyes and the scruff on his face, the pure dejection in his expression, and the silence feels like things that you should be saying but can't conjure into acceptable words. You worry that you'll be sitting across from each other all night, plastic straws squeaking and tension palpable. 

It gets to the point when you're itching to say something just to say it. So, without even worrying that it's the wrong thing, you do.

"I've missed you," you confess quietly.

He gives you that look again. You always feel like he doesn't just look at you, — he looks through you, searching for something. You don't know if he's found what he was looking for as he balls up the paper wrapper that his burger came with and tosses it at the trashcan. Somehow, it lands where he intended it to. 

He turns back to you and tries to smile. Though he still looks like a recently-kicked puppy, it seems a bit more genuine this time. "I missed you, too." 

Stupid as it is, your heart sinks as he stands up, leaving you sitting on the floor with your legs tucked under you. You watch as he takes a seat on the unmade double bed in the corner and settles back against the pillows. You wonder for a moment if this is some sort of silent dismissal, a wordless plea for you to go home and leave him the fuck alone to grieve, but then…

"Wanna come sit?" he beckons you. 

Okay, fuck. You have got to stop turning bright red every time he says something that could be construed as being mildly suggestive, but there's something about the fact that he wants you in his bed…

You need to get a hold of yourself. 

"Sure." You feign nonchalance as you discard the trash from your own dinner and walk towards the bed. 

The mattress squeaks, settling beneath you. There isn't much space between Trey and the wall, but he shifts to accommodate you, anyway. 

"Thanks," you mumble. He hums an acknowledgement before the two of you settle into silence.

No background music, no television. Just the two of you, silently soaking up one another's company. 

It's not as awkward as it was before, because you know that he genuinely wants you here. You feel even more sure of this when he stretches as an excuse to loop his arm around you. You take this as an invitation to lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. 

The closeness is nice. You breathe in the scent of his laundry detergent and body wash, — he's still been showering while in this sorry state, thank God, — and wait for him to speak. 

After a while, he does. "I haven't just been laying around, you know," he tells you. "I'm scripting something for this trailer project I have coming up." 

"Yeah?" You shift, looking up at him. "Care to elaborate, or am I just gonna have to be surprised?" 

"It's a musical, actually." You try to conceal your surprise as he brushes a loose strand of hair from in front of your face, then continues running his fingers through the strands, and… He's just playing with your hair while he talks to you. Alright, then. "About all the stuff that happened with Alferd Packer. I'm thinking that if I can get Matt and Dian in on it, it could be fairly decent…" 

"That's gonna be your big comeback project?" you ask. "Eating your friends?" 

He laughs. "How do you know I'm casting myself as the lead?" 

"Because I know you," you reply easily. "Plus, you're like… made to play Alferd Packer." You cast him a mischievous grin. "You've got those crazy eyes…"

He huffs out a chuckle. "You're so nice to me." His hand stays in your hair, working out the tangles that you sustained while driving back to campus with the windows down. "Wanna hear the best part?" 

"Of course."

You can hear the smile in his voice as he continues. "So, there's this horse…" he starts. "Named Liane. She's the type to let everyone ride her, you know…"

"So that's how you're dealing with it?" you ask. "Creating a slutty horse character and naming it after her?" 

"That's one of the ways," he replies with a shrug. 

Against your better judgment, you cast your gaze to his other arm, which is now looped around your waist as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "Is this another?"

His face goes bright pink as he unthreads his fingers from your hair. You regret saying anything for a moment, worrying that he'll pull away. Somehow, he doesn't. "I guess?" he says instead. "I mean, it's kinda nice, having someone care so much…" 

You lean further back into him. "It is nice," you admit. "I kinda figured you were touch-starved, anyway. You've been all over me since I walked in…"

"Sue me for being excited to see one of my best friends." He wraps his arm back around you, pulling you closer to him. "You were like some sort of guardian angel, showing up with dinner…"

You attempt to swat at him, which isn't a very successful effort, considering he's got you in a rather-sturdy grip. "I bought you McDonald's," you say. "You shouldn't be so easy."

"That was what I needed tonight." He glances down at you, offering you a smile that is so much gentler than the one you usually get. The kind of smile that confronts you with the disconcerting realization that, unlike most of your exchanges up until this point, this isn't a joke. " You were what I needed tonight."

The sentiment surprises you enough to look up and meet his eyes, startling when you find that he was already looking down at you. You hold his gaze for a moment, wondering when one of you will break away and laugh it off. 

But neither of you ever do.

You just get closer and closer, slowly but surely. You keep testing the limits. Trey rests his hand against the side of your face. For a while, he just holds you there, looking into your eyes. You wait patiently, just in case he changes his mind. The warmth in the pit of your stomach spreads from the way that he's looking at you. Like he doesn't believe he should get the opportunity to even touch you, let alone...

You lose your train of thought as he suddenly presses his lips to yours. 

Your eyes stay wide open for a moment, in total shock that this is actually happening. Once your surprise wears off, however, you close your eyes and relax into his touch. He kisses you slowly, tenderly, as though he's trying to commit the moment to memory. Like he wants to preserve the feeling of your mouth on his, your hands on the back of his neck, every first touch the two of you are sharing right now. 

You moan as his tongue brushes over yours, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. He gasps into your mouth as you tug on the strands, deepening the kiss even more in response to your slight tugging. 

Okay. He likes having his hair pulled. Noted. 

His mouth wanders from your lips to your jaw before trailing down further down. You lean back in satisfaction as he presses long, insistent kisses against the side of your neck. 

"Marking me up, huh?" you manage to ask breathlessly.

"Mmm-hmm." Sharp teeth scrape lightly over a fresh bruise, inspiring a gasp from you.

You throw your head back, exposing even more of your neck to him. He promptly takes the opportunity to attack every inch of the skin available.

You draw in a shaky breath. Your hands wander aimlessly across his body as he explores your neck with his mouth. "You want everybody to see, don't you?" you ask quietly. "Want them to look at me and know that you've been here?" 

He gives another affirmative hum. Only this time, it turns into a whine.

You've obviously done something there. It's hard for you to bite back the sly grin threatening to surface. "You like that?" you question. "You want everybody to know how good you are for me?" 

He halts his kisses, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he lets out an unmistakable moan.

Satisfaction consumes you. 

Oh, yeah. This is going to be fun .

"Yeah? That's good, isn't it?" Your hands travel over his back ever-so-gently, tracing circles that might be soothing in any other circumstance. "You wanna be my good boy?" 

Another whimper passes his lips as you shift against him, pressing your hips into his just slightly. "Fuck. Please."

You giggle. "Please, huh?" Abruptly, you pull away from him. He stares at you breathlessly, taking in your mussed hair and the way that you're looking back at him, eyes on fire.

His own eyes go wider as you swing your leg across his lap and straddle him. He lets out a groan as you wiggle a bit in a mock attempt to make yourself comfortable. You are immensely pleased when one of his hands wraps around your hip.

"It's a little hot in here," you comment, reaching down to tug at the hem of your T-shirt. You quickly tug the garment over your head before tossing it haphazardly to the side. 

You giggle when you look down at him, only to find him staring back up at you with a look of utter awe. 

You grin before cupping his face, pulling him in close again. "That's better." Your lips brush over his in a quick peck, followed shortly thereafter by another. When you pull back, you give him a demand. "Touch me."

His eyes are wild as he looks up at you. "Touch you where?"

You chuckle. "Wherever you want."

"Shit." Almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, he's kissing you hard again, fingers clumsily grasping to touch every inch of skin that he possibly can. Finally, he settles on a particular spot, sighing against your lips as he clumsily gropes you through your bra.

You let out a contented sigh as he kneads at you desperately. You are reminded in the fondest way possible of the movie theater shenanigans you got up to with your suitors a few years ago, — clumsy, but so passionate that it makes up for it. 

Still, you can't help trying to spur him just a bit further. You nudge him slightly, signaling for him to let you sit up before reaching for the hook on your bra. "Wanna see more?" 

Though the question is clearly rhetorical, he gives you a fervent nod, watching intently as you unclasp the article. 

You smile at him as he stares at you with that same awed expression on his face, only magnified this time. "Well?"

Blue eyes alight, he shifts restlessly beneath you. "Fuck," he curses. "C'mere." 

He wastes no time before pulling you closer to him. He plants small nips and kisses from your collarbone to your chest, trailing down until his mouth lands on your bare breast. 

For the first time since all this started, you momentarily lose your composure. You toss your head back as your fingers tangle in his hair again. "Oh, fuck. Such a good boy." 

The noise he lets out results in a vibration against your sensitive skin, inspiring another mewl from you that totally betrays your control over the situation.

His mouth travels over your skin, leaving behind warm, wet kisses. Every now and then, he stops and sucks, leaving behind yet another mark that is sure to bruise later. You maintain your grip on his hair, reveling in the feeling of his lips against you.

You squirm in his lap as his mouth travels back up your body, stopping just above your collarbone. He groans against you, tightening his grip on your waist. 

Deep down, you know that you already have him exactly where you want him. Still, you pause for a moment before rocking your hips against him again, — slow, teasing. 

Your heartbeat picks up speed as he makes another choked sound before rolling his hips up against yours. "Please," he whimpers. 

Your only reply is a quiet chuckle as you push yourself against him with less hesitance this time. He lets out a breathy gasp at the feeling of you pressing against him before returning his attention to your neck. 

It takes you a bit to find a rhythm. Impromptu dry humping sessions aren't exactly a regular thing for you, and your uncertainty about how to position your legs makes you feel a little awkward. After a while, though, things start to come more naturally, allowing you to grind down against him at a steady pace. 

A satisfied moan escapes your lips when you feel his hard cock pressing against you through his jeans. He pulls away from your neck with a hiss as you deliberately rub against the area that you know will be the most sensitive. You bite your lip as you roll your hips. Your head spins, knowing that, if it weren't for a couple layers of fabric, you could lower yourself onto him and erase any distance between the two of you. 

Another choked, high-pitched noise meets your ears. You look down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. 

Your heart skips a beat as you take in the absolute sight underneath you. 

Trey has his head thrown back, his eyes screwed shut. His lip is caught between his teeth as he digs his fingers into the sheets. He opens his eyes when he feels you stop your movements. 

Your stomach flips. You swear that you've never had anyone look at you the way that he is now. 

Though you've never considered yourself a greedy person in the past, you're beginning to reevaluate that judgment. Two hours ago, the thought of him, hard underneath you and looking up at you like this, would have seemed like the ultimate fever dream, nothing more than something to imagine when you were getting yourself off. 

Now that it's actually happening, all you can think is that you want more. More of this. More of him. You would do this every night if you could. 

Of course, you can't. A sick feeling gnaws at the depths of your stomach, telling you that he'll probably consider this a mistake once it's all over. In the long run, this moment will probably be nothing more than a messy, opportunistic rebound in his eyes.

That's why you ought to make this time count. 

You reach for one of his hands, untangling his fingers from the sheets as you thread them through your own. You guide his palm back up to your chest. He groans, bucking up against you as he goes back to clumsily grabbing at you like your horny high school boyfriends. 

When his eyelids begin to flutter, you speak up. "Look at me," you demand, voice hoarse with utter want. 

To your shock and delight, he immediately complies. 

You stay still for a moment, staring into lust-clouded pools of deep blue, before beginning to slowly roll your hips again. 

As soon as you hear the muffled whimper that your movement elicits from Trey, you give up on maintaining eye contact. Instead, you crush your lips against his again, reveling in the thrill of having him fucking moan into your mouth. His hands wander from your tits to your ass and back up again, exploring every bit of you that he can possibly touch without either of you shedding your jeans. 

Your head spins at the thought of how real this is as his tongue brushes over yours and his thumb rubs over your hip. It's dizzying to think that you're as new to him as he is to you. For all the times that you've gone to dinner or done your homework together, gotten drunk and/or high in this very dorm room, playfully pushed one another around and made each other laugh until your ribs were sore, you've never done this. You had never known what his hands felt like, hungrily roaming over your bare skin. He's never gripped you like this, marveling at how perfect your figure had been under your loose-fitting shirts this whole time. 

His hands tighten around your waist as he comes up for air and you pick up your pace. The combination of the friction of denim against denim and the noises that he's making have left you soaking wet, inspiring you to release a few moans of your own as you move against him.

You melt into the warmth of blissful pleasure as his whimpers grow louder. As you throw your head back with a debauched moan, Trey looks up at you with pleading eyes. 

You can't find it in you to worry about the aftermath of this anymore. At this point, you're just working towards your release. You are fixated on the idea that you're so close to falling apart on top of him, that this is all real. The thought itself gives you a heady rush, which doesn't subside when you hear him let out a particularly desperate whine. 

The sound causes you to look down at him, only to find him looking back at you like you're the only thing keeping him alive. The word reverence crosses your mind as he opens his mouth. 

"I'm… Fuck, " he stumbles over himself. "I'm getting really fucking close. Can I…" 

He lets out a squeak of surprise as you dig your nails into his shoulders through his shirt. 

"Good boy," you coo, pressing your hips harder against his. "My good boy… Fucking come for me, that's it…" 

Something between your encouragement and the quick rhythm of your grinding causes him to lose control quicker. He gasps. "Baby…" he murmurs before burying his face in your neck and stilling underneath you, releasing a long, trembling moan. He melts into a shaking mess as he rides out his release with you on top of him, slightly shifting your hips until his tremors die down.

At that point, you go still on top of him. To your surprise, he shifts beneath you, straightening his posture before pulling you onto his thigh. 

"Come on, keep going," he urges you. "Wanna see you come. Come on, please."

It doesn't take you long to reach your peak with his hands against your waist and the warmth of him pressed between your legs. With a broken moan, you collapse into his arms, trembling in his grip. 

He lets out a quiet sound of awe as you shake until you eventually relax. 

Once your pulse and breathing begin to level out, you note the feeling of his hands still on your hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles against your skin as he speaks softly to you.

"There you go," he says, still slightly breathless. "So pretty…" 

You only manage a sigh of acknowledgement as you rest your head against his chest. 

You lie there for a few moments, allowing one another's body heat to ground the both of you. 

As you predicted earlier, your mind begins to swim with worry. You wonder what will come after this, how awkward it will get, if he'll ever even want to talk about it again. Hell, you're waiting for him to kick you out as soon as the endorphins wear off and he realizes that the two of you just pretty much fucked less than two weeks after his engagement imploded. 

For now, though, he's holding you and playing with your hair again, fingers trailing over your back after running through the strands. 

Your eyes grow heavy as you fleetingly think that this is almost as good as what you just did, — the intimacy that comes in the afterglow. It's sickeningly on brand for you, — this greed, this aching desire for more. You didn't even take your pants off, and you're already worrying that no one else will ever make you feel like he did.

You guess that's what happens when you fuck around with the friend you've been in love with forever.

Trey's fingers still before he nudges you. "Hey," he says softly.

"Hmm?" you hum, dreading whatever it is he might say. 

He pats your back gently. "Can you get up for a second?" he asks. "I should probably, uh… Go clean up."

You nod, trying to act like this awkward dismissal doesn't make you want to punch yourself in the teeth. "Yeah. Go ahead." You sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and reaching for your discarded bra and T-shirt.

You're surprised by the feeling of his fingers threading through yours again when you begin to stand up. "You don't have to leave," he says. The hint of desperation in his voice takes you aback. "I mean, you can stay a little bit longer, if you want." 

You turn back at him, taking in his pink-tinged face. You shift uncomfortably against the bed, cringing at the wet fabric between your thighs. "I at least need to go get a change of clothes…" 

He shakes his head. "I've got some you can borrow," he says. "There's an extra toothbrush under the cabinet, too."

You blink at him. "You want me to stay the night?"

His blush deepens as he shrugs. "I mean… I don't see why not."

You can see why not. Couples spend the night at each other's places, wearing one another's clothes. The two of you don't exactly fit that bill.

Then again, you just made each other come. You're pretty sure wearing his clothes and sleeping in his dorm isn't the most glaring boundary that you've overstepped. Besides, a few more hours of confusing closeness is preferable to returning to your own dorm and worrying that he hates you now.

So you nod and take the shirt and sweatpants that he offers you. You change while listening to the shower run in the bathroom. You sigh and decide to forgo keeping your soaked underwear on, tucking them between your other clothes, folded and stacked in the corner of the room.

You settle into the change of clothes and sit back down on the bed, waiting until you hear the water stop running. Finally, the quiet washes over the room, followed shortly thereafter by the creaking of the door.

And there's Trey with wet hair and his own loosely-fitting clothes. Your heart leaps at the mere sight of him, despite the fact that you were quite literally on top of him not even twenty minutes ago.

He crosses the room and crawls into bed beside you. "C'mere," he says quietly. You look down, only to see him holding his arms out to you. Inviting you to return to the place that you were.

You oblige him, collapsing into the pillows and his warmth. 

You can't find it in you to say anything as you lay there, soaking up the feeling of his arms around you and his steady heartbeat against your ear. Once again, you don't know what to say. 

Apparently, he thinks that he does. "You're an amazing friend," he murmurs, chin resting on your shoulder. "You know that?" 

Your heart aches at that word. Friend. Because, yeah. This is what friends do. What the two of you do, anyway. Or did. Just this once. 

"Hush," you urge him weakly as your eyelids grow heavy. 

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Taglist: Idk if my MCR taglist wants to be tagged for my non-MCR fics but @treyp4arker asked me to tag her so

[frogchiro]

Pierro be worshipping at his wife feet when they’re alone. Doing all cute couple stuffs and some spicy rough bedtime. If he’s a yandere all of this would be x10 which is just 😚.

Warnings : yandere theme, hints of blood and gore, hints of past noncon/dubcon, feeding kink.

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“My dear, can’t use your wrists? It seems I went to hard on you last night. No need to try feeding for yourself, don’t want it to be worse right?” He picked up your spoon which is not even full and re-scoop the stew again and again till he deems it’s an enough amount for you. But that’s scoop can’t fill a child while mouth.

“It’s still hot, I’d hate to see little you burn your tongue.” He said and blowing smokes from the stew. This time you agreed, the foods he make always hot like ironing your tongue especially when he adds spice.

“There we go, open your mouth.” Knowing it’s better to obey, you complied. It’s absolutely delightful and delicious with a bit of bitter iron taste. But that’s fine, it’s better than his bread soup.

“Let’s finish this bowl of stew, shall we?” This morning will drag till almost noon. You’re sure of it.

omg THIS ur so smart nonnie lemme give you a respectful kith, i've been re reading this since yesterday

warnings: yandere themes, dark content, yandere!pierro, possessive/obsessive behavior, mentions of violence/gore (not against reader), dependency, reader is a bit of a ditz, slight infantilisation, implied large age gap but reader is explicitly stated to be an adult!, fem!reader, 17+content, also possible spoilers for pierro's past

OKAY SO, imagine yandere pierro who indeed would worship his little wife, literally worship the ground she walks on, everything you'd ever think of, every little desire will be yours and he'll make sure of it but unfortunately everything comes at a price, a high price

pierro is the definition of the perfect leader, he has all the needed qualities; he's firm and excludes this dominant aura that commands respect wherever he goes, he's cunning and resolute, always knows what to say, when to say and how to say it, and although he's not much of a talker he excludes a type of charisma that draws everyone to him, you saw numerous times how he wields ultimate power and you knew from the first day that the lord harbinger, the jester, wasn't someone you'd wanna have a conflict with

but with all those qualities came also the much darker and apparently not so well hidden desires

pierro is someone who once lost everything, his people, his country and all of that because of arrogance, because there was someone smarter, stronger, wiser than him, because they didn't fucking listen and where did that lead his king and countrymen? to a bloody massacre and a lost kingdom

now he makes sure that you listen to every single word that drips from him mouth, in his mind he doesn't do anything wrong and can you really blame him? he just wants to protect you from all evil, you're the light of his life, the only good thing that's left in this sorry excuse of a world so he has the natural urge to protect

and it really helps him that you're still so naive, so young; sure you're an adult, but compared to him you've seen nothing, you know nothing about the cruelties of the world, the archons who dare to proclaim themselves to be gods

pierro loves it when you cling onto his broad scarred chest while you're both naked in bed as he tells you yet another story of his many glorious victories in battle, of every opponent he ruthlessly slaughtered, the little gasps you let out as the strong arm he has around you slides from your shoulder you the dip of your waist and lets his claws caress the skin there as he grins lightly, sharp canines glinting in the light of the fireplace at the little mewl you let out when he tells you to pay close attention to what he's saying, his hand slipping lower under the thick fur you're under

also he can't let you step out of line right? so he loves to gently remind you, the short albeit sharp talons digging into your delicate little face, that without him you'd still be stuck in that little hovel you called your home, cramped in one tiny house with your dirt-poor family in the shitty little backwater village where he picked you up from on one of his campaigns

he almost feels bad when your beautiful big eyes fill with crystal tears which quickly fall down in thin rivulets down your cheeks as you solemnly nod your head, a tiny 'yes i understand sir' falls from your trembling lips and it's then when his ice-cold heart breaks a little, he hates seeing you cry outside of the tears of pleasure while he's making love to you but this needs to be done, he has to make sure you understand that you're simply not strong enough to survive in the harsh world outside the palace, his tiny lovely wife

so he's quick to wipe off your tears and bring your face, this time gently, closer to his where he lays a chaste but loving kiss on your full lips and delicately touches his forehead to yours before he speaks in a deep hushed voice;

'i know darling, i'm so sorry but you have to understand, you're all i have and i can't loose you to man, beast or god. come with me love, it's late already so let's go to bed so i can properly apologise'

pierro rumbled and when he saw the wide, doe-eyed look in your eyes and the shy little smile that graced your lips he knew he had you right where he wanted to

after all, it's all for the best for you~

[maxxphoenixv1]

Maxxbomb #1 aka Maxxtendo Direct

Welcome the the first of what'll be hopefully many MAXXBOMBS. This is where I fit my unique content into a convenient package. Meet Kazari, The Reincarnation of Shadow Weaver

Kazari is a special She-Ra OC I created, sort of out of spite, but I really love her, like my own baby, which is ironic because I'm never having kids. Kazari has the ability to control HAVOK MAGIC, a powerful form of magic, imagine HAMON from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure mixed with ONE FOR ALL from My Hero Academia. Kazari is ruthless, mischievous, a trickster and kind of a raging b****canoe when she wants to be, but ultimately with a heart of gold. Also, she's dating Finn.

The two actually got together at Princess Prom. My friend, Luna actually designed her Prom Dress

The story is currently incomplete, but you can ready it on AO3

On the subject of She-Ra... I've actually made something really special for Catradora stans and Shadow Weaver Antis

Here are the link to the AO3 -> LINK

Further more, I am writing a sequel, here is the plot synopsis -> "In the aftermath of a harrowing school shooting that rips through Etheria High, Police Chief Mara grapples with the daunting task of unraveling the enigmatic threads that bind together a web of online fandoms, veiled secrets, and the haunting repercussions that reverberate through the shattered lives of survivors. As the community struggles to come to terms with the devastating event, an unsettling online phenomena begins threatens corrupt and distort the city and all that Mara holds dear!"

-> LINK

Winx: Mystic Crusaders

I'm also writing a spin-off for Roxy. It's called Winx: Mystic Crusaders. Ever since the battle against the Wizards of the Black Circle, things have not been exactly easy for Roxy, as it turns out, going through what she'd been through is pretty traumatic. Things become complicated when the Winx go missing. Now, Roxy has set out to rescue them, but she can't do it alone, so now, she must gather up a team of fairies, witches and specialists to save to day and bring back peace. Together, they are the MYSTIC CRUSADERS. And here is the logo

You can read this story, live on AO3 ->

While we're on the subject of Roxy. I've always made the case that Roxy was the Gohan of Winx Club

To that end, I made a special transformation of Roxy... KIDEMIX

Kidemix, the culmination of Roxy's evolution, rises above the usual metamorphoses triggered by tasks or quests. It materializes as a manifestation of unparalleled pressure and trauma, akin to a dormant volcano violently erupting or a cornered, wounded creature lashing out in desperation. Unlike other transformations, Kidemix surges forth in direct response to the malevolence and injustices heaped upon the user and their cherished ones, channeling a primal force to confront and annihilate profound evil. It becomes a vivid representation of innocence irretrievably lost in the face of adversity.

To attain Kidemix, Earth Fairies follow a straightforward set of criteria:

Possessing a Pure Heart: Kidemix's essence lies in the unwavering purity of the fairy's heart, a prerequisite that distinguishes it from mere magical achievements.

Amassing a Colossal Quantity of Power: In stark contrast to conventional power-ups, Kidemix demands the accumulation of an extraordinary reservoir of energy. For Roxy, this involved acquiring Aquatix, a power source potentially 15 times more potent than the formidable Sirenix.

Experiencing an Intense Emotional Trigger: Kidemix awakens in response to an overwhelming surge of emotions, triggered by profound experiences. This emotional catalyst propels the fairy into a transformative state of power and resilience.

The abilities bestowed by Kidemix extend beyond a mere power boost; they push the user's capabilities beyond their logical conclusion. Roxy, as the Fairy of Animals, gains the extraordinary ability to adopt the traits of any creature in existence. Kidemix, in essence, propels the user's abilities to an unprecedented zenith.

Notably, the user's size increases to nearly double its original.

Just as Spider-Man possesses the formidable black suit, and Teen Gohan achieves Super Saiyan 2, Roxy's Kidemix stands as her ultimate transformation, showcasing her strength and resilience in the face of adversity.

Kidemix, however, is not a power easily harnessed. It carries a wild and savage essence, needing to be tamed and mastered. Like a tempest, it can be uncontrollable, requiring the user to forge a deep connection and understanding to guide its formidable power. But what about you? How would your OCs Kidemix work? Or the other Winx? Tell me using the #WinxKidemix. BTW, the art was done by Poison the Cat on IG

[bitchin-beskar]

hehe now your turn for some ale content 😌 just imagining your first time with him...

ooooh, first time with Alejandro... a v good thot indeed 😏

Colonel Alejandro Vargas x First Time...

It'd been only six short months of dating Alejandro when you decided you wanted to take the next step in your relationship. You'd had other relationships before him, your longest lasting two years, but you'd never had sex before. Never even considered it with other partners, if you were being honest. Even though you'd only been together with Ale for half a year, you felt far more comfortable with him than anyone else. Maybe it had to do with knowing him since you were a teenager? You were close with him, in a way you hadn't been with previous partners.

Ale had always been very careful with you, soft touches and gentle kisses, never asking for more than you were willing to give. You thought he might suspect that you were still a virgin, but you'd never asked him outright if he knew, and he'd never asked you outright if you were, either. It was something unspoken in your relationship, something that just never seemed to be discussed.

It hadn’t really been an issue in previous relationships either. If pressed, you simply broke off the relationship. You weren't interested in being with someone who was willing to pressure you if you weren't ready. And most relationships, you'd just... never wanted to have sex. At least, until Ale.

You know he isn't the kind of man who would tease or make fun of your naivety, and he's always so gentle, it's hard to imagine him ever hurting you the way you'd secretly worried about when listening to your friends talking about losing their own virginity. Horror stories of bloody sheets and aching bodies, being left unsatisfied and unfulfilled that first time.

Still, it's hard to broach the subject. You're not quite sure how to ask for what you want. It's not like you have experience in this, and while you don't fear judgement from Alejandro, you're still nervous. A deep, dark part of your mind tries to suggest that he'd not initiated anything because he wasn't attracted to you that way, but you know that can't be true.

Right?

The opportunity presents itself somewhat unexpectedly. It's late one night, the two of you dozing together on the couch. Ale is propped up against the armrest, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, and you're nestled into his side, head resting on his shoulder and hand splayed against his ribs as the soft strains of some unknown tv show plays in the background.

You're brought out of your sleepy, lazy state by the sound of an unexpected–and surprisingly loud–moan. You blink, raising your head from where it had been nestled against Ale, looking around for the source of the disturbance. Alejandro lets out a low groan, coming out of his own daze.

Your eyes fall on the tv, and you immediately feel your heartbeat pick up. The show the two of you had been watching has long since finished, and you're not sure what is playing now, other than the fact that includes a very steamy sex scene, apparent by what's currently on the screen in front of your eyes.

A woman is reclined on a bed, gauzy, sheer white drapes fluttering around the canopy. She's naked, arms stretched above her head and completely baring her nude form. Between her thighs lays a man, the shock of dark hair and strong, broad shoulders the only things visible as he buries his face into her cunt.

There's no other possibility for what he's doing, not based on the way her face is contorted in such exquisite pleasure. Breathless moans continue to fall from the tv speakers as your own body temperature rises, and you're unable to prevent yourself from physically reacting to the erotic scene before you. You shift, growing hotter and more uncomfortable, but unable to look away.

"Hold on, I can turn it off," Ale offers, already shifting under you to sit up, eyes searching for the remote from where it had fallen off the armrest of the couch. You realize he's taken your own shifting as nerves, that you might be uncomfortable with what's on the tv.

"Ale, wait," you breathe, and when he turns to look at you, you press your hand to his jaw and lean up to kiss him, your other hand pressing against his shoulder to maintain your precarious balance.

Never one to deny you, Alejandro presses his lips against yours, his arm coming off the back of the couch to wrap around you, providing a grounding presence. You shift to straddle his lap, letting him pull you closer and press you tighter against him. Your hands trail across his jaw and up to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly and moaning when he kissed you harder as a result.

His hands settled on your waist, fingers sliding under your shirt to press into your heated skin. He was just holding you there, but you could feel the press of his erection through his sweats and the tiny shorts you had on. In an instant you made a decision and began to slowly roll your hips, rocking back and forth over the bulge in the fabric of his sweats. Moans escaped from your throat as you rocked in his lap, the pressure and friction just perfect.

You whimpered when Ale pulled away, his eyes dark as he watched you rock in his lap, your hips not ceasing their movements even though he was no longer kissing you. Your own noises drowned out the sounds from the tv, and you were focused entirely on Alejandro.

"What has gotten into you, mi amor?"

Biting your lip, you look away from Ale's piercing gaze, even though your hips do not slow their roll. He's always had an intimidating gaze, and you find when he looks at you like this, you can never maintain eye contact for long.

He suddenly and abruptly stalls your rocking on his lap, and the whine that tears from your throat is almost inhuman, pitiful and desperate. You've never made a noise such as that before, and you're hopelessly embarrassed by the fact that it came out of you.

Fingers on the curve of your jaw turn your face back towards him, from where you’d looked away. The look on Ale’s face is unreadable, almost appraising as he looks you up and down, takes in the way you’re panting softly, the twitches of your hips he’s not quite able to still with his firm grip, the slight sheen of perspiration dotting your forehead.

"Ale," you say, the word more a whine than any actual recognizable speech. You're so caught up and turned around by the sensations that it's difficult to tell which way is up, let alone how to form the words to express your wants and desires.

Unfortunately, and as much as you might sometimes believe otherwise, Alejandro is not a mind reader, and he reminds you of this.

"Princesa, you need to use your words." He scolds softly, the bite of his words soothed by the fact that they carry no heat, and by the way his thumb is caressing your jaw.

You can actually feel tears start to gather in your eyes, and if you weren't so turned on right now that it was borderline painful, you'd be embarrassed about it. The sheen of tears makes your eyes sparkle in the low light, and as you look at Alejandro through your lashes, he's unable to help his own body's instinctive reaction and his hips jerk up into yours, driving a punched-out whimper from your chest at the unexpected sensation.

"Dime."

The rough growl of his order sends shivers down your spine, and you're opening your mouth before you realize it.

"Need you," you gasp, unable to control the way your hips fight against Alejandro's grasp. "P-Please Ale, please!"

Alejandro growls against your lips, before he claims you in another consuming kiss. His hands begin to guide you to rock against him, controlling the pace and movement, allowing you pleasure on his terms.

Your hands clutch at the soft fabric of his tee-shirt, holding yourself closer and letting the sensations wash over you. Ale's always been incredibly competent in everything he does, and it seems this is no different than any other situation.

Even so, the aching emptiness inside you cannot be ignored. You've never felt it quite this keenly, although it's a strange sensation since you've never really known what it feels like to be full. But you want to. You want to know what it feels like. And you want Alejandro to be the one to show you.

"Ale," you gasp against his lips, words muffled because he refuses to stop kissing you for anything. "Ale, want you to fuck me."

The groan he lets out is loud and roughly edged, from somewhere deep in his chest. He grips your jaw with one hand, forcing you to meet his dark, dark eyes.

"Yeah? Is that what my princesa wants?" At your shaky nod, restricted by the hold he still has on you, Alejandro's eyes darken even further, pupils blown wide, a shark smelling the blood tainting the water. "I'll give it to you, mi vida. Right after you come on my lap, like a good girl."

Your lower lip pushes out into a pout, surely looking ridiculous with his grip still tight on your jaw. But you don't care. Your brain only registers that he's denying you, that he's not taking you to bed right this second and impaling you on his cock.

"Ale-" you whine, hands scrabbling uselessly at his shoulders, as though you can somehow force him to move through sheer will alone. "Please!"

He seems to know what you're begging for, even if he refuses to grant your wish. You're honestly surprised when he offers an explanation for his refusal, even if his words cause the fire inside you to burn brighter.

"Need to get you nice and wet, princesa. I'm not a small man, and I hate hurting you more than anything else. So you're gonna come for me, right here and now, and then I'll make you come as many times you want on my cock." You can't help but moan at his words, his frankness familiar but the dirty words spilling from his mouth unusual and strange, albeit arousing. "How does that sound, hm?"

You go to answer an affirmative, the promise of his cock and countless orgasms to come enough to persuade you, but Alejandro doesn't wait for you, gripping your hips tighter and actually lifting his own up and off the couch, actively rolling his hips against yours. The pressure is just the right side of painfully exquisite, and you cannot control the near animalistic sounds that are falling from your lips.

He's held you right on the edge without you knowing, merely a mockery of an active participant, and now that you're seeing what it really looks and feels like when he's got that incredibly intense focus solely on making you come, it rushes up on you like a tidal wave. It takes no more than a few rolls of his hips before you're coming with a shout, body shaking and eyes rolling back in your head as pleasure consumes you.

Alejandro continues to grind against you, greedy flames licking at the oxygen of your release, spreading the blaze into a goddamn wildfire, uncontrollable and all-consuming. Your vision goes dark, and you swear you're teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

When awareness comes back to you, its to the sensation of being carried, Alejandro's arms under your ass and around your back, cradling you to his chest as he climbs the stairs to the bedroom.

He's whispering praises against the delicate skin of your throat, a jumbled mix of English and Spanish, mostly unintelligible. As he shoves open the door to your bedroom with his foot, hands gentle and possessive as he arranges you on the sheets and you look up into the eyes of the man you've loved for half your life, you're well aware there's nothing for you in this world if you don't have Alejandro Vargas by your side.