#not opposed to writing a pt2

[elioslover]

Masks On (Harry Styles x reader x smut).

Premise: Harry finally visits a sex club and what are the chances, you just so happen to be doing the same thing.

Word Count: 8k+ / Other Writing

Warnings: Smut from start to finish. P in V, Unprotected sex, literally all the sex things, just pure FILTH. Afab 2nd person (minimal OC description).

Also, shout-out to @justmeinatree for the encouragement and @caramello-styles for being such a sweetheart!

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Harry feels the energy shift as soon as he steps out from the mass of thick, velvet curtain that worked to shield the utter filth that lay just beyond. The club- as referred to, looks more like a converted condo, with walls dyed with deep hues, ultraviolet lights instead of harsh bulbs, and purple and red bounce across the room- the floors, the ceilings.

Though the room is busy, everyone is scattered, and it feels spacious enough. Harry observes the array of beds and sofa’s instead of tables and chairs; people are going at it, moans mixing in with the deep bass emitted from nearby speakers.

Patrons- dressed in only bowties and Grecian inspired masks, carrying trays of beverages and sex toys with a formality that seemed foolish for a play like this. The pretty penny Harry had paid to be here was clearly being put to good use.

The entire thing screamed ‘filthy rich fun’, which, even for Harry, seemed almost awestriking; it was the type of elite secrecy one would never dream of, and if he had any doubt about joining this evening, it was erased the minute a waiter appeared before him, offering up a glass of whisky he wasn’t even sure he had ordered.

To be fair, after such an effort to simply enter this place, plenty of hoops to jump through and many questions to be answered and confirmed, it only made sense that the owners would ensure it was more than worth it.

Harry put the crystal to his lips, downing its contents in an anxious bid for comfortability. Instead, it burned at his chest and sent a long shiver down his spine; he shuddered, his skin sprinkled with goosebumps.

Ridding himself of his blazer, white tank top, leather loafers, and other personal belongings when he arrived, assured they would stay safe in his absence, Harry now stands in only a pair of black briefs. They cling to his thighs, pinching at the meaty expanse of his soft skin, diffing into and trapping a few of the hairs growing at the base of his pelvis.

But Harry could be fully nude for all he cares- the platinum, Phantom of the Opera mask that covers the top half of his face and stops at the bridge of his nose has him feeling invincible and fucking frisky. He feels like the god he impersonates, ready to delve into the mass of bodies stroking and loving on one another, his cock twitching against the restricting cotton as confirmation.

The beds are king-sized, holding space for at least four, and a few are evidently occupied by many more than that. Sheer material is draped across the ceilings like a canopy, creating a cosy and inviting atmosphere. Harry heads over to an empty velvet green chaise lounge, plopping down lazily, his legs spread out, thighs splayed, his one arm resting on the armchair, his other palm laying out across his lower stomach.

He turns his attention to the nearest bed, only a meter away, and begins watching as a throuple of two males and a female are switching positions. The girl lays on her stomach, flat against the bed, ass up, as the first man crawls up, spreads her ass cheeks apart and rubs his cock against her once before thrusting himself up into her. They reach a smooth rhythm, skin slapping as the second man lines up behind them, wrapping his arm around the torse of the first man; with a loud moan, the first man bucks forward, only moaning louder as the second man falls into position and starts fucking into him.

Harry hasn’t noticed the way his hand has lowered, palming himself through his briefs, his body shifting to get more comfortable. On the same bed, another couple goes at it, a woman vigorously bouncing atop the cock of a man donned in a lion mask.

In the midst of it all, bodies thrusting and shifting- you are resting sweetly, sitting atop your folded legs, disguised by a black, sequined silver mask, stopping above the nose, your eyes so sharp that Harry spots them immediately, hooked on the way the fluorescent lights flicker the reflection of filth he has succumbed to. His first thought is about who you are, his second is why you’re currently here, and the third is the only one that really matters; how the hell can he get his hands on you?

Dressed in only your underwear, you have had your gaze set on Harry from the moment the curtains had pulled back and revealed him in all of his glory. He was a mass of chocolate curls and tattoos decorating a chiselled and muscular figure that had you wishing you could get your hands on.

For a while, he had seemed nervous, and that only had your curiosity blowing through the roof, your body aching to wrap around any part of him up for grabs. As he made his way over, your heart was in your throat, attention completely thrown from the couple you had intended to participate with just moments prior. They were going at it regardless, bumping up against you, but your focus would be unwavering, your mouth watering at the view of his thighs, thick and spread out just for you.

He seems to be looking your way- maybe just observing the other couples, but something tells you by the way his body shifts, his eyes hidden but holding your own gaze, makes you feel like he might want you just as you want him.

A woman, her hair long and auburn, hidden behind a green dragon mask, drops onto the bed beside you, her knees softly hitting the mattress as she whispers suggestively into the shell of your ear. Cheeks flushed, your gaze remains on Harry, with the way he managed to stir such wanting in you, all by just sitting across the room.

His intrigue seems to pique, waiting to see what your plan was- were you going to entertain the woman next to you? Her cool fingers tickling their way up your spine, your body an eruption of goosebumps.

And you wish he would just come over or that you had the confidence to greet him yourself, but he seems comfortable and unwavering, leaving you to turn your attention back to something actually tangible; the woman currently pressing her lips to the nape of your neck.

Shifting your body to greet her own, you sit up on your knees and boldly wrap your hands like a chain around the back of her neck. She leans into your touch, anticipating your next move, a soft gasp escaping her lips as yours pressed on firmly, tongue licking into her own.

Your eyes have fluttered shut, your body soothed into the sultry kisses sucking at your bottom lip, but your thoughts wander over to the man on the couch, hoping to some god that he might be watching, that he might be regretting the choice to stay put.

Lips parting for deep inhalation, the woman’s hands are soft and static as they trail the soft mounds of your skin, and when your eyes finally open in the hopeful search of the man, you are more than surprised to find him much closer now, standing at the end of the bed.

His gaze is certainly set on your own, and you want to feel bashful at the circumstances, but the erotic stimulation happening all around you and the way Harry is looking at you hungrily, his muscles flexing involuntarily, only dampens your panties further, has your thighs clenching tighter.

He must notice because his pupils are blown, and he is crawling over now, slowly stalking out his prey, happily trapped in the arms of an auburn woman. He is more than welcome, though, your back pressing into the woman's chest, her lips still tickling at your throat, and when he comes to a halt at the base of your knees, you feel zero embarrassment as they part as a welcoming gift, offering him anything he desires.

“Well, hello pretty girl.” He greets, his cock throbbing as your chest raises and you take a sharp inhale, blinking at him in a way that has him feeling like a sinner- and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Hi handsome.” You respond, doing your best to keep your voice from cracking, almost completely distracted by the look of arousal in his eyes that seems to be increasing at just the sound of your voice, like a siren song only luring him further into the ocean in which you resided.

Harry can hardly stop himself from sighing out, from snatching you up and fucking you into submission, instead taking his time in luring you closer, his cock pleased at the ease with which you opened up for him, mind a mess of where to start.

He taps your thigh as an instruction, satisfaction shivering at his spine as you comply, spreading your legs, bum pressed flat to the mattress. Harry can't stop himself from wrapping his palms around your ankles, tugging you forward with enough force to have you exhaling a squeak, the woman’s grip tightening around your chest.

He looks at you like you are supper, his hands trailing their way up your calves, stroking slowly; as he reaches your thighs, he gives them a selfish squeeze, crawling his way over until he is almost face-to-face with the white lace of your panties.

His breath is cool as it fans over the heat of your lower abdomen, legs threatening to quake, and his grip only tightens, his stern stare never wavering, watching your every breath, the way your chest rises and falls in anticipation.

With the gentlest of kisses to your panty-clad crotch, you cannot withhold the deep sigh that slips past your lips, a keen whine whistling its way over to him, his stomach clenching, blood rushing to his cock. Harry’s tongue slips past his plump lips, licking a firm strip up your damp lace, his mouth watering in synch.

His left hand finds a firm home on your hip, helping to keep you pinned between the bed and his touch; his right-hand trails tauntingly along your sternum, fingers dancing into the dip of your belly button, playing your hipbones and pelvis like a harp before a sudden gush of coolness catches you off guard and his thumb hooking into the slit of your panties, tugging them aside in one firm go.

Your eyes widen with lust, unable to look anywhere but at the holy sight below you; the woman cradling your torso presses her lips wherever space omits, travelling in search of the mounds of your breasts, and your entirety is begging to turn to mush in the arms of pleasure as Harry leans forward and gives your pussy the gentlest of kisses, your eyes fluttering shut as he presses another, then another, his tongue joining in to lap at you, dipping into you.

He holds you in place with ease- where the hell would you rather be right now? And as the auburn woman latches her teeth around your pebbled nipple, your leg’s part even further- if possible- prompting Harry to release you from his prior grip, to hold you at the waist, his body pressed into the mattress, his cock flush and swollen from even the slightest of friction.

He can't stop from thrusting forward as a soft mewl slips past the gaps in your teeth, tongue pressing into you, gliding up your slit, flicking at your clit before his free hand cannot help but join the mix, massaging at your inner thigh, teasing at you as you buck your hips up in anticipation. 

It's difficult to keep from sighing out in pleasure, but you try your best, harshly capturing your bottom lip between your teeth, tugging harder as Harry continues licking into you, flattening his tongue, flicking it against your clit, dipping into your entrance. 

He has died and gone to heaven; his chin is coated in you, glistening under the neon lights, and with one hand still stroking and squeezing at your inner thigh, Harry uses the other to hook into the bands of your panties, hastily guiding them down the hills and valleys of your body and you assist, ass raising from the mattress, balancing on one leg as he slides the material along and off of your skin. 

Discarded and dismissed, you are bare and spread for him, a sight Harry will be committing to memory, and he looks at you hungrily- you’re ready to be ravished.

Your pussy is practically dripping, and Harry’s hand must be possessed because it reaches out, and his finger glides through your slit, quickly dampening. The sigh you release is almost sinister, and Harry has his face buried between your thighs in an instant. 

With his tongue licking at you, the almost forgotten auburn woman is still trailing kisses along your neck, her fingers tweaking and squeezing at the skin of your breasts. You are officially a mess of pleasure, ready to beg for more- anything- all of him. 

It’s like he reads your mind as his fingers start to tease at your pussy, rubbing back and forth, his tongue focusing on your clit, swirling circles, his middle finger slipping past your entrance with such ease that Harry mutters, “fuck me” and lets it slide all the way in, curling upward. With such positive reception from yours truly, he keeps at it, all of his focus dedicated to pleasing you. 

With the way his one finger becomes two, pumping into you with such vigour, you are writhing beneath him, thighs threatening to clamp around his head like earmuffs, blocked by his one hand keeping you put. 

Your head starts to lull back into the auburn woman’s lap, but Harry is quick to correct this, pulling out his fingers completely, sticky and wet, his mouth changing from loving on you to scolding, 

“Uh, uh.” He taunts, his brows furrowed, “Eyes on me, princess.” 

You do everything in your power to comply, staring at him with all your might as he gets back to work, a satisfied smile still lingering on his lips as his tongue laps at your pussy, his fingers fucking back into you, curling, picking up the pace. 

His fingers are in complete rhythm with his tongue- they are on a mission. And by the sounds currently escaping your lips, chest rising and falling needily, Harry is certainly succeeding.

But each moment that passes is becoming agonizing for him, desperate to substitute his fingers for his cock, currently aching to bury itself inside you. 

Harry tries to pacify his cock by grinding up against the mattress, but this only has him moaning against your pussy, which in turn has you doing the same, your hands fisting the sheets. 

He can no longer hold on, flattening his tongue to give you one last good licking before he removes his fingers and then himself, leaving you in absolute awe and confusion- a spark of panic flashing across your features. 

Harry doesn’t want to startle you, but you can't stop the yelp that escapes you as his hands wrap around your ankles, and with one tug, you are before him, his face aligned with your torso. 

He stands, holding out his hand to assist you in doing the same. You do, and once your feet are safely planted on the floor, Harry’s hands are kneading at your waist and hips. He permits you a moment to stabilise before his hands find the back of your thighs, and he hoists you up into your arms, legs wrapping around his waist. 

Pussy bare and pressed against his torso, the five-step walk over to the sofa feels endless, so when he finally sits, safely cradling your back, you lower with him, coming to a rest atop his cool thighs, knowing he will be slick with wet by the time you’re finished with him.

Arms wrapped loosely across his shoulders, your fingers play with the loose curls at the base of his neck, and you lean, the outline of your mask bumping up against his own as you finally retrieve what you’ve been after all along, pressing your lips to his, tongue taking out all of your prior frustrations as it tangles with his own, scrapes along his teeth, traps and tugs his bottom lip until he is left begging for breath, lips plump and freshly-stung.

Going in for more, your palms find the sides of his face, sandwiching him between lustrous kisses, your chest pressing to his own, a whine bubbling at your throat when his grip tightens, holding you hostage and creating a gap just small enough for his hands to slip from their place on your back and to cup your breasts, squeezing and palming them as his tongue continues to lap at your own.

With the feeling of your nipples perking up so nicely beneath his thumbs, Harry cannot resist the urge to start trailing sloppy kisses along the nape of your neck, your clavicle, his open mouth leaving a trail as it makes its way down your chest, his tongue licking at the valley of your breasts before his lips finally catch your nipple, flicking at it, your body arching back desperately, pleading for more.

With a harsh nip, his tongue soothes your swollen skin, his hands squeezing at the mounds of your breasts, and your body has a mind of its own now, jutting up against him, your pussy sad to be met with only the friction of his briefs, desperate to grind your wetness across his cock, feel him slipping between your folds.

After the third time, your body glides down into contact with his own, a frustrated sigh slipping past your lips; Harry seems to catch on and woefully unlatches his mouth from your skin, but with more than just happiness, he shifts beneath you- and you also shift to allow him better access- his fingers hooking into the bands of his briefs, tugging them down in one swift motion to settle around his mid-thighs.

His cock springs up, swollen with relief and flush with freedom. Your gaze never wavers, hyper-focused on how pretty the man sitting beneath yours truly is- all of him is just too good to be true at this point.

You want to spend eternity, or at least a moment, marvelling and taking him all in, but he is closer than ever, and your pussy is clenching at just the sight of him- practically screeching to have him buried deep inside you.

With that, you reach out and give him one mandatory stroke, to soothe both him and yourself, and by the way his mouth parts, his eyes hooded, body jolting and then relaxing back into your touch, you sling your leg over his lap to straddle him, his face level with your chest, his hands instinctively coming to a rest on the pillows of your hips.

Your arms become a noodle around his neck like in preparation for dancing the salsa, your hips rocking forward without hesitation, pussy skating along the length of his shaft, leaving him slick with just one stroke.

Harry doesn’t even try to stop the string of mutters he sings out into the crevasse of your breasts, breath fanning chills all along your skin just as your hips buck again, sliding up against him, squeaking out as the tip of his cock rubs up against your clit.

You push on into an agonisingly slow rhythm, dragging out each stroke until Harry is so frustrated that he works extra hard to avoid rutting up into you- oddly satisfied letting you take the lead- so his mouth begins leaving sloppy kisses along your chest, your shoulders, the creases of your neck. And whilst the idea of holding onto this sense of control was something you really wanted to indulge in, you cannot stop your body from picking up speed, ever so slightly upping the rhythm.

Harry is struggling to keep himself from turning the two of you over and fucking you into the sofa cushions, taking out his agitation by unexpectedly spitting on your chest, and both of your gazes drop to watch as the dribble of spit travels like a delicate stream down the valley of your breasts, meandering towards your bellybutton.

You rut up against him with force now, pupils swelled and hungry. At the last minute, Harry commands his pelvis not to thrust, taking a section of skin on your breast between his front teeth, nipping and sucking at it until it stings, giving you one last tug before pulling back, his tongue slipping out to softly lap at the blooming bruise. Tiny and speckled with red and purple, this mark will serve as a reminder of the scandalous events of this evening.

More so, this mark is the last straw, your lips angrily finding his own, tongues arguing for domination- Harry’s succumbs the second one of your hands reaches down between your laps, grabbing at his cock and guiding him into you without a second thought.

You take him in with ease, but he is a stretch the further you slide down on him, your belly feeling full as your body finally comes to a sitting on his cock. Harry’s head has tilted back, his eyes fluttering open and shut.

He wants to thrust up, he wants to watch your breasts and body bounce about atop of his cock, needs to see the way your skin jiggles and stretches for him, the way your face crinkles up in pleasure and satisfaction… but Harry lets you do anything you want, lets himself be at your mercy.

And fuck, you make the idea of losing control feel really good, raising your body until only his tip remains inside of you, threatening to leave him out in the cold, but at the last moment, you grind back down, letting him fill you up gluttonously, easily finding a groove, your backside slapping against his thighs, skin-to-skin creating the beat of a drum, and with each smack, you only want to go faster, harder, unable to resist the need to tease and drag things out.

Harry is a mess of moans, only making you feel like you are being cheered on during a marathon, encouraging you to up your stamina and reach the finish line in record time. His hands are all over you, tugging you closer, one hand wrapping tighter around your waist, guiding you up and down his cock, desperate to hear you whine louder, to let others know how good it felt to be riding him. And you want everyone to know, too; you want them to know that they could all leave, and you would be more than happy to just let Harry spend the rest of the evening fucking you into a semi-permanent coma.

Harry shifts, spreading his legs to offer you a new angle, ready to drool as a dragged-out sigh slips out from deep within you, and he knows he’s just hit a good spot.

So, as any good boy would, Harry bucks up into you again and again, motivated by each moan, putting his all into making you sing for him, your hand digging into his biceps, then his back, down his torso, squeezing at his thighs as your stomach starts to clench, heart rate picking up and when you start to feel lightheaded, you welcome the wave of euphoria threatening to wash over- you hear nothing but the soft praises Harry mutters for your pleasure, your body grinding down on his pelvis desperately chasing your high, whining out as his hand spreads your cheeks, guiding you through a long-anticipated orgasm.

Coming down, your head slumps against his damp shoulder, cheek pressing into his warm, soft skin. You can hear his heartbeat; it’s as fast as your own- if not faster; his breaths are scattered, and Harry wonders what will happen next.

He wants to revel in the moment but is hit with disappointment as you slowly and carefully guide him out of you, and he wants to hiss out at the cruel loss of contact.

Your leg swings over and off of his lap, standing tall and gazing down at him with a curious brow furrow that has Harry ready to question his entire existence, but when your arm extends out to him, offering to wrap his hand in your own, Harry feels butterflies beating at his belly, and he accepts in an instant, ridding himself of his briefs, tossing them aside with little to no regard before grabbing your hand, feeling fuzzy at the visual of how small it looks cradled in his own.

Trailing behind you, willing to let you drag him just about anywhere, it seems you have targeted a bed sitting empty in a quaint corner of the room.

But your ass is bouncing with each step you take, and with gravity offering him such a gracious gift, Harry's hand reaches out with the need to grab, settling with a soft slap to your left cheek, a chuckle slipping past his lips as you let out a little whimper of surprise, body jolting forward, thighs jiggling for his absolute pleasure, and all thoughts of the bed are forgotten as Harry pushes your bodies into the nearest pillars. The look in your eyes adjusts from surprise to arousal at the newfound feeling of your body being backed up into the icy marble, turning into a tornado as Harry's simmering skin keeps you mounted like a shiny trophy.

Harry thinks he's really got you now, your skin so silky, your muscles contracting against his own, keening into his hold, lashes batting up at him like he holds the keys to the garden of Eden; with softness, he presses a breathy kiss to your own parted lips, and now that he has you so perfect and patient, he hasn't the faintest clue where to start.

It would be polite to give him a moment to gather his thoughts, perhaps plot his next move, but you know exactly what you want- no, need- next, and with Harry's head so preoccupied with the idea of you that his hold isn't strong enough to stop you from slipping out from his trap, turning around, your palms pressing flat to your chest as you gift him a gentle, but firm push, his back smacking into the same marble you had just escaped.

Harry feels awestruck, unsure what to think, but his cock is certainly pleased, throbbing at the unfamiliar shift in dynamic, desperate to see what you might do next. And when his eyes, swollen with lust, focus on your own, there is a glimmer of certainty that has him almost keeling over; the need to get on his knees and beg for you is killing him.

But it seems that you are the one who will be on your knees as you keep one palm against his chest, unsure of whether he's willing to stay put, and your body drops to the floor, knees happily greeting the tiles.

With your left hand still holding him in place and your right hand coming to a rest on his waist, fingers squeezing into his fleshy cheeks, Harry's head lulls black in bliss, throat bobbing, both of his hands casting a shadow over your own, wrapping around your wrists like pretty bracelets.

Leaning forward ever so sweetly, your lips pucker and place a polite kiss on the tip of his cock. Harry's hips buck forward without his consent, and your hand leaves his chest, gliding lazily down his torso until it comes to rest on his shaft.

Thoughts of how perfectly he fits between your fingers are blurring your vision, but at the sound of Harry pathetically hissing from above, your grip tightens, body shuffling closer, his own hand settling like a scarf around the back of your neck. His hand stays statuesque, unsure of pushing your boundaries and frightened of catching your hair in one of his many rings. But when you reassuringly nuzzle your crown into his palm, Harry finally relaxes, his fingers- still carefully- slip into and massage the hair at the base of your neck.

You’ve got him right where you want him, and there’s no time to waste as you close the last of any remaining space, bowing forward and closing in like at communion, mouth opening, ready for the catholic wafer but instead closing your lips over the tip of his cock, your tongue darting out to swirl at his head and loving the way he tries to resist bucking into you, stop himself from hitting the back of your throat. 

Just the idea has you dripping, fulfilling the desire to take him further in your mouth, your free hand slowly pumping his cock, holding him in place as you suck him, slowly taking in as much as you can manage before slowly pulling back, letting your tongue trail along his shaft in your wake. 

Right as Harry begins to fear that you might release and leave him high and dry, you swallow him again, bobbing and creating a rhythm, a small sliver of spit slipping past your lips as you take him as far as your mouth will permit, tongue lapping at him, your hand pumping the base of him as Harry huffs and puffs above you. 

And when you can’t help but glance up at him from beneath hooded lashes, the way Harry cusses out and rolls his head back against the pillar is enough to have you picking up the pace, swallowing him with vigour, desperately trying to fit as much of him possible into the hollows of your cheeks.

Slowly, your head begins to bob, taking all of his cock in before pulling back, then again, and again, your hand still pumping him, spit gliding along his shaft and soaking your fingers. 

You release his cock from your mouth, still gliding your hand back and forth, pumping him and peering up at him with doe-like eyes.

“Fuck.” Harry whines, the back of his head bumping against the pillar, “Y’gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”

With a mischievous grin, you place a gentle but menacing kiss on the tip of his cock before flattening your tongue and licking his shaft from base to tip before taking all of him in your mouth once more, creating the perfect rhythm, your other hand leaving his thigh and cupping around his balls, massaging him, head grooving up and down his cock. Harry is a complete mess, his muscles flexing with each suck and release. 

You guide his cock to the hollow of your left cheek, brushing him against your mouth before ever-so-softly gliding his head along your bottom teeth and rubbing him against your right cheek. He is still moaning above you, and when you suddenly tilt forward and take him so deep that his cock brushes the back of your throat, Harry is cussing out, his hand tightening around the base of your neck. 

You lean your head back into his palm as a form of encouragement, and Harry thinks you may be the most perfect creature of planet Earth itself. He cautiously begins guiding your head, testing the waters as he becomes a guide for his cock, sliding into your mouth. 

Happy to oblige, you try to remain as still as possible, your pussy throbbing each time he brushes against your throat, and when you almost gag, Harry has officially died and gone to heaven. His pace quickens, forcefully- but so carefully- bucking into you, loving how soft and plump your lips are, how well you take him- how deep. 

The thought of his cum dripping down your chin has him in utter shambles, and that is not how he wants this evening to go- yet. So, with one last thrust and grunt, he ruefully removes himself, hissing at the rush of cool air that greets his tip and almost crying at the sight of the string of spit connecting from your lips and his cock. 

Using the back of your hand to dismiss the spit, you peer up at him curiously, rather proud of your work but still hoping to have more of him.

Harry guides your head as a gesture, hissing at the rush of air that greets the tip of his cock, and this only causes his impulses to increase- so, as soon as you have found your feet and are looking up at him with blown-out pupils and puffy pink lips, Harry finally reclaims control, his hands wrapping you up and spinning you around in one swift motion and you are now facing the pillar, your palms pressing flat against the cool surface. 

His hands find your hips, thumbs pressing into your fleshy skin and, on instinct, your back arches, ass desperate to press up against him. Harry releases his right hand from your hip, wrapping it around his stiff shaft and guiding it towards your entrance. Ass up, spine curved, your breasts press into the icy pillar, your body scooting up against the pelvis, and when the head of his cock glides along your pussy, just stopping short of your entrance, you moan out enthusiastically. 

Harry gives you one last tease, his tip slipping into you before pulling back out, but before you have the opportunity to whine out, he thrusts into you, and instead, you arch out for him even more, sighing out, breasts squishing into the pillar. 

He guides his cock in and out, painfully persevering, taking his damn time, but after a third deep and forceful thrust, you shuffle back into him impatiently, and Harry wants to chuckle aloud at your lack of patience now that he has you pressed up against him. 

But your neediness is too tantalising to resist; Harry can’t stop his hips from bucking up into you, almost drooling at the hum of satisfaction you reward him with as he thrusts again, this time harder, his arm reaching around to rest his palm on your stomach, keeping you pinned as he proceeds to fuck into you. 

Harry keeps going, huffing in sync with each thrust, his stomach clenching as you mewl against him, your palms pressing into the pillar and holding on for dear life. His hand slides down from your stomach to the back of your right thigh, raising it until your knee bumps up against the marble, and when he’s certain you plan on keeping it there, he releases your leg and proceeds to pound into you, his hand snaking around until it finds your pussy, fingers gliding along your wetness, seeking out louder moans, desperate whines. 

And you are- unable to hold yourself back any longer, overcome with the electric current coursing through you with each thrust, each time his thumb brushes against your clit. You are chasing another orgasm, pushing your palms against the pillar in an attempt to get closer to him.

Harry kindly obliges, pressing his chest into your back, pulling you flush against his damp and flexed torso as he keeps at it, bucking up into you with all of his willpower, hands grabbing at you, adamant to have you as near as possible. 

Right as you feel yourself about to tip over the edge for a second time in just minutes, Harry interrupts by pulling out and wrapping you up in his arms and hastily turning you around to face him. Concern flashes across his features as your back bumps up against the pillar, but when you only whine out, your left leg lifting up, calf wrapping around his waist, Harry guides his cock back into you, bucking up with commitment and determination to have you come unravelled against him once more. 

And you are unravelling, chemistry at play as your body becomes a mix of ecstasy and euphoria. You are grabbing at every part of him, never wavering for too long, tugging at his hair, squeezing at his biceps, pressing your pelvis up against his own. Harry is doing the same, feeding off of your needy whines, unsaid pleas for him to keep going, and when you can’t help but turn them into verbal pleas, asking him so sweetly to fuck you “just like that”, he is in an absolute state, 

“Yeah?” He confirms- only for the sake of hearing you speak up again, 

“Yeah.” You stutter out, nails digging into the nape of his neck, scraping along his shoulder. 

Harry is enamoured, you’re being such a good girl for him, and he wants to reward you for being so. But he also wants to be a little testy and has the urge to see how much nicer you’re willing to be for him, so he deems it necessary to hold out on you a tad longer.

He wraps his arm around the middle of your back, pressing you into him, and he bows his head and leans in as close to your ear as possible, his warm breath fanning over the nook of your neck and clavicle, ensuring you hear him loud and clear, 

“Ask me nicely.” 

Your head snaps up, looking at him with incredulity, but too desperate to do anything other than give him what he wants. One of your hands finds his torso, palms trailing along his chest as your other hand tightens around his neck in physical protest, which is the last thing that would ever slip past your lips. Trying your best to give him your politest plea, your mouth plump and puckered, mousey eyes flickering playfully up at him, 

“Pretty please.”

And that’s all Harry needs, thrusting into you with repayment, revelling in the way your body accepts his reward so enthusiastically. He picks up the pace, pounding into you and making certain that you are more than welcome to come undone all over him, 

“Such a good girl for me.”

You’re nodding at him desperately, body crumbling with each praise he is granting you, and when his palm slips down between your bodies, landing on your pussy and lazily swirling loops atop your clit, you are a shaking mess- in a frenzy and falling over the edge, coming all over his cock, softly chanting, “yes, yes.”

“So, so good.” He reminds you, holding onto you, keeping you secure and satisfied. He can feel the familiar stirring in his stomach, his cock twitching and tempted to come all over you.

But there’s no way he’s done with you, and he cannot fathom finishing now. 

Your bucking has slowed, head lulling into the crook of his neck, trying to steady your breathing, and instead of giving in to an impending orgasm, Harry pats your bum firmly, wrapping an arm around your thigh, encouraging you to jump up into his arms. 

He is still fully inside you and doesn’t plan on changing that, effortlessly guiding you up into his arms, one of his hands still on your backside, the other cradling your back. With great care, Harry starts to walk, staying slow and peering over his shoulder to make sure he’s going in the right direction. 

Thankfully, the pillar was already the halfway point to the bed you had targeted earlier, and with your lips lazily trailing kisses along his torso, your nails digging into his back, Harry was overjoyed when his feet bumped into the base of the bed. 

Impressively, he bows forward- your bodies still bound- his knees denting the mattress, lowering your bodies onto the bed until your back is pressed into the sheets and Harry is hovering over you, balancing on his forearms, his forehead brushing against your own.

“Ready to go again, princess?” His cool breath fans across your features, and you are nodding as if your life depends on it, your pelvis bucking up against him.

Harry’s brows furrow in amusement, his head bowing, lips brushing up against the shell of your ear, “Use your words, lovely.” 

“Fuck.” You huff out, your right leg tightening around his waist, one of your hands digging into his bicep and the other tugs at his hair, “Please.” And just so he really gets the message, you add, “I want you.” 

“Want me to what?” He drawls, tongue tickling your neck as one of his hands massages your breast. 

“Fuck me.” Your reply is emotionless, stern and impatient, “Want you to fuck me.”

“Sassy little one, aren’t you?” Harry chuckles, squeezing your thigh endearingly. 

You roll your eyes as if he hasn’t just stated the obvious, lifting your pelvis up to rub against him. His pupils are blown, and you want him inside of you- now. 

“Are you gonna fuck me?” you ponder, nails dragging along his shoulder, “Or do I need to find someone else?” there is nobody alive that you could want more than him; he should know this from the way you are so eager to please him, but the mere suggestion has Harry thrusting into you mercilessly.

You whine out in both stupor and ecstasy, your back arching off of the bed, your breasts pressing into his chest. With one of his arms still holding him in place, Harry’s free hand comes up to cradle your face, your foreheads slick with sweat and sticking together. 

His hands are about as big as your head, and that alone contributes to the next sigh you release, bucking up into him, meeting his thrusts in the middle, your pelvises slapping into one another. 

Harry marvels at the way your bodies seem to so easily find a rhythm each time like you were made for him, and he for you. His thrusts are deep and with intention, stretching your pussy with satisfaction. 

“Christ.” He huffs in astonishment, “Y’ feel so fuckin’ good.” 

You can only moan out in agreement, at a complete loss for words. The only thing you feel is satisfaction sparking throughout your wholeness, and the only other thing you can think about is how badly you wish you knew his name- hoping to call it out to him as he pounds into you, desperate to reward him for doing such a good job. 

Harry can't remember ever feeling so engaged in fucking someone- was there a time? Nothing before or after this moment matters; he could now die a happy man. You feel so warm and worked-up, pressed into him, grabbing at any part of him available for the taking. 

He wants to let you, doesn’t mind if you spend hours or even days exploring him, poking and prodding his limbs and skin for reactions, having him like putty in your hands- all yours. 

“More.” You huff out when it seems that Harry is getting caught up in his thoughts, and he thrusts into you so generously that your head lulls back to greet the mattress. 

But now you are too far away for Harry’s liking; he needs to see those pretty eyes and pretty flushed cheeks, needs to see how good of a job he’s doing at pleasing you. His hand cradles the back of your neck, guiding your head back up, his lips waiting to latch onto your own. 

Breathy kisses become open-mouthed ones. Harry’s tongue is dancing all along your mouth, biting on your lip and sucking on your tongue. Still, in a battle of kisses, Harry’s hand sweeps along your face and his pointer finger slips into your mouth. You suck on him like you were born solely for this purpose, and it’s Harry’s turn to stop his head from rolling back. 

He keeps on at it, licking into your mouth while his cock rams into you relentlessly, each thrust accompanied by skin slapping, deep moans, hums of satisfaction and a stirring in your chest that only increases as Harry bends your leg and pins it to your chest, fucking into you from an angle that feels so good that you begin slipping away into a realm of pure pleasure. 

“Like that?” Harry pants out, each thrust more purposeful than the last. 

“Just like that.” You nod vigorously with gratefulness. 

“Good girl.” He praises with a sloppy kiss, “Look so good like this.” 

Harry keeps thrusting, and it’s not long before the look on your face starts morphing with frustrated delight, your eyes threatening to squeeze shut. But you don’t want to look away, instead glancing between your grooving bodies, in awe of the sight of his cock coated with all of you, pumping in and out so gracefully. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He is kissing your neck, tongue wet and trailing along your skin. 

And that is all you need to guide you back into another orgasm, your hips raised off of the bed and grinding up against his pelvis in a circular motion, hands holding onto him for dear life. 

Harry groans, almost growls out, pushing into you, trying to pull you closer than physically possible, “Just like that, sweetheart.” You are definitely a sucker for his praises, desperate for more, and he obliges, “So good for me.” 

With a surprising twist, Harry is forced to confront his impending orgasm as you pose a rather prolonged request, “Want you to cum for me.” 

He wants to panic, the thought of this being over is simply heinous, but you only chuckle at the obvious distress beginning to warp his features and reassure him, “I still have plenty in store for you.” And for good measure, you add, “Unless you can’t… keep up.”

Harry knows you’re only taunting him for the fun of it, but the suggestion is obscene, and he seeks to prove you wrong. You are still grinding up against him, whimpering at the sensitivity, nevertheless needy for more, so he picks up the pace, ramming into you with everything he has to offer, his arm bending further into the bed to get closer, and your arms wrap around him to assist, tugging him flush against you, teeth nipping at his neck. 

“Gonna let me swallow you, pretty boy?” You blink up at him innocently, “Wanna taste you so badly.”

His thrusts are getting sloppier, slower and more determined. Now that the offer of an orgasm is on the table, lying beneath him, so pretty and so tasty, Harry can’t resist pushing into you harder, deeper, grunting and huffing along, skin shivering at the feel of your nails tickling at his torso. 

And when you tilt your head and aim your teeth for his ear, nipping his earlobe only to soothe it with the flick of your tongue, you ask one more time, “Pretty please.” 

“Fuck. Fuck.” Is all Harry can muster in between a mess of moans, struggling to keep his weight from coming down on you, his free hand wrapping around your waist to hold you still, his cock wailing for release.

And he gets exactly what he’s been searching for, thrusting into you once more, treasuring it as he pulls out, stroking at his cock as the two of you shuffle around and you are quickly on your knees, mouth spread wide, tongue flat and pushing past your lips. 

Harry doesn’t think he has ever seen something- someone- so beautiful, and he doesn’t stop thinking this as he starts to cum, spilling onto your tongue, his cock throbbing at the sight of you swallowing him so kindly, at the glistening of your swollen lips, the bobbing of your throat. 

You wear your satisfaction with pride, and for the first time, you wonder if Harry actually can keep up. He hadn’t said so, in words, at least. But he is still close and starts edging closer, desperate to have his hands back on you. He gets what he wants, and you shuffle closer, following his gaze as it shifts to the nearest patron, using his free hand to gesture for their attention. 

Before you get the chance to get too confused, the patron steps closer, and you can now clearly see the contents of his silver platter. Staring up at you is an array of toys, small and large, feathered or leather or even metal. You don’t even need to glance over at Harry to tell him you are definitely game, instead reaching out with an item already in mind. 

Harry watches as you select your weapon of choice, turning back to him with satisfaction and a cheeky smile, the chosen toy on display is just begging to be played with, and it seems that both of you are ready to oblige. 

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Forgive me for I am a sinner and I feel zero regrets. Hell can have me because I am DONE. I hope you guys enjoy this one! It's been a while since I've blessed the children with smut and I hope I have succeeded lmao. - Emmy. xo 💞

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[canthelpit0]

Enemies (with benefits)

Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader

Word count : 1,489

Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly

Warnings: smut, p0rn with plot, a LOT of plot, angst, name calling (bitch, slut, etc.), p in v, rough x, mentions of safe word (not used), rude/cold!Chris, degration, friend with benefits, awkward, (implied) RichKid!reader, no love (😔), unprotected, creampie, no after care, no use of y/n, no oc

(A/N: this is my first ever fanfic that I’ve posted on tumblr. So ya, I’m shitting bricks. Please give me feat back on my writing, and what I can improve. Also English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes. Hope you like it!! :D)

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 FINAL

Ever since I can remember, I’ve known the triplets. The sturniolo’s and my family were always really close. And ever since I can remember, I’ve hated Chris.

Now, enemies was a harsh word. A bit of an exaggeration. It wasn’t like we were at war for opposing countries. We were more like rivals. In every aspect.

Sometimes it felt like the only reason Chris studied for school, was to beat my grade. He wasn’t really stupid, but he was definitely not book smart.

The problem wasn’t that. We’ve always lived normally, simply hating and avoiding each other. After all he was my longtime nemesis.

Until that one fateful night where we’d been at my house. My parents have a big business so they’d frequently be on business trips. And it just so happened that that night my younger siblings were not home, both of them being at their separate sleepovers with friends.

We’d been paired for some project. And naive me thought, that it’d be fine. We could be civil for a few hours. But I thought wrong. The hatred was too strong and the tension was too thick in the air.

Seemingly everything I did made him agitated. And vise versa.

Until he finally snapped and we got into a full fledged argument, wich turned into a yelling match. However it all went quiet when he crashed his lips onto mine.

Breathing heavily I had kissed back, hard. It was easier to battle about with a kiss, rather than screaming. And like hell was I gonna be dominated by Christopher fucking sturniolo.

So the night progressed. He had me, my face buried in the sheets babbling out nonsense and screaming his name. But not in anger like I usually would.

It had been months since that happened, and it still haunted me. The idea that it even happened. That his lips had been on mine, his dick literally inside of me, that I was literally under him, disgusts me to my core. But it didn’t matter. It was one of many times.

Sometimes it was a quickie, sometimes an all nighter. Sometimes Chris was dominant other times he was not. Sometimes it was at my place other times at his.

And it wasn’t like those cliché stories of friends with benefits where one fell in love. This felt more like an urge. Like neither of us wanted to actually hook up but we were irking to. This was better than having a yelling match. And on the rare occasions I was dominant it felt great making him shut up and take it. It felt equivalent to winning an argument. The whole point was to teach a lesson, and express annoyance and anger without directly doing that.

“Chris-“ I let out a sharp cry, even the pillow that my face was buried in didn’t really make the scream sound quieter.

His hips keep drilling into my core hitting all the right spots to make me weak in the knees.

Sex with him, objectively, felt good. In the moment. He knew how to please a woman. But he also knew that he was pushing it right now.

“Don’t fucking tell me to slow down.” He snaps his tone, and words as harsh as his breathing. “You have a safe word. Use it if you need to. And other wise, shut, the fuck, up.”

I only let out a sharp whine when he seems to pick up pace even more. He’s made a mess of me. We’ve been at this for hours. Literally.

I’ve come more times than I can count and Chris wasn’t showing any sign of stoping anytime soon.

My back arches perfectly, but I’ve been in this position for too long for it to be comfortable. Him leaning over my back occasionally leaving harsh slaps on my ass while his other hand stayed firmly im my hair.

His hand being tangled in my hair as he was both pulling it, but also pressing me down into the pillow under me.

I feel the ache in my cunt subside again, as a knot starts to form. I’m close, again, and I don’t know if I can keep going after.

“Chris” I scream his name loudly panting and moaning. “I’m- close” I can barely form a sentence. His thrust are hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs every time.

“Oh ya?” He harshly slaps my ass causing me to moan loudly. “How much more you think this pussy can take?” He huffs his tone ever so cocky.

He always did this. He liked being dominant and absolutely wrecking me as much as he can. And he knows I’m close to breaking, and that’s what makes it worse. I just know he gets a wired satisfaction out of exerting me.. using me, like this.

His hand stays firmly in my hair tugging harder. His other hand trailing from my ass to my clit as he starts to rub on it harshly.

I clench instinctively, my whining and moaning getting even louder. “I’m gonna-“ a harsh slap on my clit catches me off guard.

Chris keeps going. “Fucking slut. You like getting destroyed like this?” he mocks, his tone condescending as his pace doesn’t let up.

“Go on bitch, cum on my cock. Come again.” He urges. And the rubbing of his fingers on my clit and the relentless torture to my cunt is threatening to push me over the edge.

“Can I come in that pussy again?” He asks his voice coming out strained and harsh from the pleasure.

“Yes-“ I’m cut off, again. As i am physically not able to speak with the pace he’s going at.

And the combined pressure of everything pushes me over the edge. Suddenly the knot in my stomach snaps and my body goes limp after loud moans. He goes for a few more thrusts before I feel the familiar hot liquid fill my cunt.

After a minute where we catch our breaths he slowly starts to massage my scalp knowing he’s been pulling on it for at least half an hour straight.

He pulls out not really gently, but not harshly either.

Hook ups with Chris always felt like one night stands, when they were really regular.

I let my body fall limp fully laying on my stomach as I sigh, content in my position, not attempting to move.

I can practically feel Chris watching me.

Normally I wouldn’t be this much of a mess. But than again normally we didn’t go for hours. Normally Chris used a condom. But today was not one of those days.

Sometimes chris had enough common sense to at least pretend to care.

But right now he was just staring.

“You okay?” He asks his tone gentler and more quiet than usual. He knew he was pushing it, but did he really care tho?

I shiver as I feel his hand start to rub over my back. Ever so gently pinching the skin to ease some tension.

“Ya”

My breath is short as I’m still calming down not doing or saying anything else.

After a while I turn around slightly, wincing as I lay on my back. My back hurt from the previous uncomfortable position I was in.

I opened my tired eyes, looking up at him, my eyes meeting his. I knew I probably looked like a wreck right now. My hair a mess because of all the moving and position changes as well as his pulling. My face having dried mascara and tear stains on it from when I’d been crying.

I was too tired to even hide my body. I just turned around not bothering to hide my chest as I did, I was too fucked out to care.

His lips pursed, looking over my face. But he wasn’t concerned. But rather disgusted at the sight. He was glad he made me look like shit, but I could see in his eyes that he would much rather be anywhere else right now.

After sex was the worst for us.

The arguments leading up to it were normal. The sex itself was great. But afterwards…

Usually he’d leave. But today he had gone far. He’s done worse before. But every time he did he felt like he should give me proper after care. But I can see the annoyance radiating off of him, and I just know he does not want to be here.

And as harsh as it sounds, he couldn’t really care less what state he left me in. He’s told me multiple times.

“You can leave.” I mumble sighing. My throat felt horse from all the screaming, crying and moaning, that I’d been doing. I’ll need to get a water soon.

He gives me a simple nod, quickly changing, then going to my bathroom to fix his appearance.

And than he leaves.

The room is quiet. Nothing to be heard, nothing to be said.

Masterlist

A/N: hope you liked it, this was literally my first time writing smut🫣 also I don’t have a taglist yet, so i just added my moots. Tell me if u wanna be added, or removed :D

‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️

Taglist : @muwapsturniolo , @sturnad , @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 , @evie-sturns

#sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x y/n #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #christopher sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x you #sturniolo smut #Spotify #smut

[hotchnerobsessed]

For Your Eyes Only

Fem!Reader x Hotch | You surprise Aaron with boudoir photos and a new lingerie set for Valentine’s Day.

Warnings: 🤭+🥵 Tons of fluff (because Vday with Aaron would be nothing short of the cutest thing ever!!) Smut [soft smut, thigh riding, fem!receiving oral, hand job, fingering, unprotected sex (please be safe everyone!!) and lots of fluffy aftercare 🥺]

Word Count: 10,012

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Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Although this started as a stand-alone story, as I was writing it I couldn’t help but envision the same characters and scenarios that I previously wrote about in His Favourite Pair (PT1) / (PT2). [ie. the blush pink lingerie set, the fact that ‘tulip’ was their safe word, her calling him ‘my love’, and him being a big reason for her boost in confidence]. If you so choose to believe that this is a continuation of those stories, I would not be opposed to that 😉

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Late in the afternoon on a Saturday, you and Aaron were walking hand in hand across the tile floor of the mall. With Jack at his Aunt’s for the weekend, you two had decided you wanted to get out of the house for a bit. You hadn’t come here with anything specific in mind, you were okay simply spending time wandering around, just being together.

As countless storefronts passed by, few caught your attention. It wasn’t until the sign for your favourite lingerie shop was in sight that you felt the excitement to browse the racks. With a slight tug on his arm, you spoke through an excited smile, “Ooo, I want to look around in here!”

Looking down at you, he couldn’t help the smile that creased the corners of his eyes; the joy on your face made his heart melt. “Okay,” he nodded, “I’ll wait for you.”

With an exaggerated pout making it’s home on your face, you asked playfully, “you’re not going to come in with me? I just need a new bra.” You laughed softly, “you saw the one I was wearing last week, it’s seen better days.”

As his eyes scanned the storefront, row after row of lacy material clear as day, he finally looked back at you. You’d been together for a little over 2 years now, and he’d seen you in your underwear before. Hell, he’d seen you in much less than that. He’d only hesitated because he didn’t want to intrude on your personal time, if you wanted to do this yourself. But he couldn’t deny how good it felt knowing you were comfortable having him accompany you while you picked something out.

“You’ve got a point there,” he laughed, knowing it was definitely on its last legs, “I can come in if you’d like me to.”

Without a word, the excited giggle that escaped your lips made it clear you were happy with his answer. With your hand still gripping his, you pulled him towards the store, and only let go of his hand once you began flipping through the racks.

Even though you weren’t there for anything special, you couldn’t help but have a look through everything any time you were there. As your fingers trailed along the different fabrics, everything from the flowery lace to the irresistibly smooth silk, you couldn’t help but look up at Aaron every so often. Although he was doing his best to hide it, he looked like a kid in a candy store.

You took note of the way he lingered in front of one item in particular. As your eyes lifted from the rack you were looking through, you saw him hesitate, feet planted firmly in place as he slowly reached out to feel the material. A gorgeous royal blue set, elegant in how minimal the pattern was, hung on the rack beautifully. The thin lace trim along the edges was accentuated by a simple bow between the cups.

He wondered what the bold colour might look like on you. He laughed internally as he thought to himself, “she would look stunning in anything.” As his thumb ran across the soft material, he couldn’t help but imagine it sliding smoothly beneath his palms while you were wearing it. For a split second, his mind slipped even farther into the fantasy, daydreaming about pulling you into his lap, lingerie still in tact, your bodies impossibly close.

He cleared his throat, a sad attempt at ignoring the thoughts that now consumed his mind. Blinking a few times, trying to refocus on reality, he pulled his eyes away from the material. In no time, he was glancing over at you, and he was immediately aware that he’d been caught. The cheeky smile that was plastered across your face made heat rush to his cheeks, before you gleefully looked away.

Unwilling to be apart from you any longer, he made his way through the aisles until he was standing right next to you, his hand slipping effortlessly around your waist. With a slight squeeze of your hip, he asked, “any luck finding something?”

Holding your hand up, you showed him the two you’d found. The same style you always went for, one a simple black, and the other a gorgeous light purple.

“Yep! I think I’m good to go now..” you paused, looking up at him before hinting at the set he’d had his sights on, “unless there’s something you’d like me to add?”

His pupils dilated, he couldn’t deny the urge he felt to say yes. But he knew you didn’t need it. You already had a variety of different styles and colours, which you’d proudly worn for him in the past, every single one of which he loved. Besides, it was you he was attracted to, not some flimsy fabric. Laughing lightly, he shook his head, “no, it’s okay. You get what you need.”

Raising your eyebrows at him, you gave him a second to change his mind, but he didn’t budge. “Okay..”

As you made your way to the register, Aaron was glued to your side, hand still resting on your hip, and you could feel the tension beginning to build. Though you weren’t going home with a new outfit to show off, you were still going home with him, his mind now full of all kinds of wonderful ideas, and you were prepared for whatever was to come.

The second your card was back in your purse, and the cashier was sliding your bag across the counter, he was reaching for your hand. He swiftly made his way out of the store, pulling you along behind him. You couldn’t help but laugh at how urgent his movements were, “Aaron,” you laughed, “slow down, I have short legs remember?”

He was quick to reduce his strides, “sorry, sorry..” he apologized, “I just..” he cleared his throat, “I can’t wait to get you home.” He said those last words as he looked down at you, red hot desire burning in his eyes. Your lips parted as you breathed out heavy, and he couldn’t help but smile at the affect his words had on you.

As you reached the vehicle, you were both quick to climb into your seats, and before you knew it he was whipping out of the parking lot and racing home. The entire drive, he had his arm stretched out, his hand grasping the inside of your thigh, only inches away from where your body was now aching.

If simply seeing that set hanging on the rack had him this wound up, you knew you had to have it.

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After the passion of that night, you’d found it difficult to push the memory of him running his thumb along the material out of your mind. As that tiny moment played over and over, you tried harder each time to ignore the urge you felt to rush back to the store and buy it.

Until an idea finally hit you; you were going to get boudoir photos taken in that set, just for him.

You’d always envied girls who were confident enough to take boudoir photos. The intimacy of sharing your body with someone else had always been something you struggled with, even if it was only to be photographed. But now, knowing Aaron, your sweet, loving, gentle Aaron, was going to be on the receiving end of them, made a thrill run down your spine.

You made a point of stopping at the mall on your way home from work the next day. Walking into the store, you made a bee-line straight for the spot you’d seen it hanging a few days earlier and flipped through until you found your size. Making a quick trip to the change rooms just to be sure, you couldn’t help the excitement that consumed you over how well it fit; it was almost like Aaron had just known it would be perfect for you.

In no time at all, you were back in your vehicle and checking your emails. You’d spent the entire evening before searching for the photographer who’s style you liked best. After settling on one you felt drawn towards, you’d emailed her and was now anxiously awaiting a response. As you refreshed your emails, you were sad to see your inbox free of any new messages, but you knew you needed to be patient. After all, it hadn’t even been 24 hours.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before you heard back from the photographer, and you felt nothing but pure joy as you read through the email. As you took in all the information about what would be included in the session, as well as pricing and final product options, made it all feel so real. In a matter of days, you had a date set, and now all you could do was wait.

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The few weeks between picking a date, and the day finally arriving, were excruciating; you could hardly contain your excitement. And although it was a surprise you knew he was going to love, you hated that you felt like you were keeping something from Aaron. But the day was finally here, and the butterflies in your stomach were alive and well, in the best way possible.

You’d been informed that there was a limit of 5 outfit changes per session. Not one to miss out on the opportunity for variety in your outfits, you packed your bag for the day with 4 sets you already owned that you knew Aaron loved, along with the stunning new one.

As you arrived at the studio, you were in complete awe of just how gorgeous her set up was. The large space was home to three tall windows letting in a breathtaking amount of natural light. A sheer tapestry hung on the main wall, adding a colourful pattern as the backdrop for the set.

The bed was centered on the wall, but angled slightly to add some dimension, with space between the bed frame and the wall so the photographer could capture every angle. Along the back wall was a classy velvet couch, paired with a full length mirror. And to top it all off, there was a gorgeous patterned rug in the middle of the room that you would find out was perfect for showing off that arch in your back flawlessly.

You got along with your photographer immediately, having built a bit of rapport throughout your emails, the two of you really clicked in person. She’d asked ahead of time if there were certain poses you were for or against, as well as certain parts of your body you might want to accentuate or shy away from.

You were honest, making it known that as much as you were more than excited for the confidence boost this was going to bring you, you were doing this for him. It had been a long road to loving the body you were in, and you knew a lot of the progress you’d made was because of Aaron and his constant affirmations and encouragement, and you wanted to focus on that.

You knew how much he loved your hips, his hands seeming to find their way there in almost any circumstance, whether innocent or not. You knew your breasts needed to be a main focus, with the amount of love and care he constantly showered them with. And lastly, he was always drawn to your thighs, with either a gentle hand on your leg, or how frequently he commented on how right it felt when he was buried between them.

The shoot went incredibly well; you felt sexy, and confident, and you quite honestly didn’t want it to end. With every preview you saw of the photos in between poses, you couldn’t contain the joy you felt. If you could go back in time and tell your younger self that you’d be here right now, you would have laughed. Instead, here you were, thrilled that you were giving yourself the chance to express yourself in such an intimate and empowering way.

When the session was over, you sat down with her as the photos all popped up one by one on her computer, and you began the selection process. With so many to choose from, you had to narrow it down to a total of 31 photos (typically to allow for 6 of each outfit, and 1 on the intro page), all of which would be printed in a photo album, one with a sleek black cover where you would have the phrase “for your eyes only” embossed in the center.

The last thing you did before finishing the selection of photos to be included was making one specific request; when the photo album was being designed and printed, you wanted the photos in that new royal blue set to be on the final pages. You wanted those photos to be the very last ones he saw.

As time passed, you found yourself more and more impatient as you waited for your photo album to be complete. It was the end of January when you’d received an email update from your photographer letting you know that it was ready. Picking it up from the studio, you two looked through it just to make sure it was what you wanted, and you couldn’t ignore the excitement that welled in your chest. It was perfect, and you could only imagine how Aaron would react once he had it within his grasp. You thanked her profusely for everything, and left feeling lighter than air.

On the drive home, you tried to come up with a plan for how you were going to give it to him, and that’s when you realized you were only a little over two weeks way from Valentine’s Day. Though it hadn’t been your original intention, and waiting the extra 17 days might just prove to be more difficult than you’d imagined, you decided you were going to wait.

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When February 14th finally rolled around, those same butterflies you’d felt on the day of the photoshoot were back. You two had decided on a romantic walk through the Moongate Garden, and a nice dinner out, before returning home to spend the rest of the evening in. You couldn’t wait to give Aaron his gift, and you eagerly anticipated what was surely to follow.

You’d picked this specific dress for a reason; it was an almost identical match to the colour of the new lingerie set you were wearing underneath. The way the dress hugged your curves in all the right places made your confidence grow, with the v-neck accentuating your breasts flawlessly, and the long sleeves giving it a light and airy feel. Turning around and looking over your shoulder in the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile at how well it followed the curve of your hips; Aaron was going to have a field day.

You slipped into your heels before exiting the bedroom to find him sitting on the edge of the couch, patiently waiting for you to finish getting resdy. As his eyes lifted and connected with yours, his jaw visibly dropped, as he blinked a couple times. Taking in the sight of you in front of him, he stood and immediately made his way towards you, “you’re absolutely stunning, sweetheart.”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks as you reached your hands out to him, “thank you, Aaron. You don’t look too shabby yourself,” you admitted, gently grabbing hold of his tie.

He smiled down at you, before you tugged lightly on his tie, pulling his lips to yours and kissing him tenderly. His hands finding their way to your hips like they always did, he pulled you closer to him, and sighed contentedly against your lips. He broke away from the kiss so he could lean forward and whisper in your ear, “let’s get going, before I change my mind and decide to keep you home all night..”

An excited chill ran through your body and straight to your core, as you tried your best to play it off like you weren’t affected by his words, “always such a tease..” You spoke as your placed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, before letting go of his tie and making your way towards the door.

He eagerly followed, and before you knew it you were walking hand in hand through the stunning garden, just as the sun was setting. The warm orange glow from the sky made everything breathtaking; if you’d asked him, he would have said that included you.

A couple hours later, you were making your way back to your vehicle after enjoying a fantastic dinner at one of your favourite spots. Once you were both settled in your seats, you thanked him for the wonderful evening.

“I should be thanking you,” his voice was soft as he spoke, “you’ve been putting up with me for nearly three years now,” he teased, “I can promise you, I’m the lucky one.”

Although you knew he was teasing in that moment, you also knew there was always that hint of feeling unworthy of love that lingered in the back of his mind. Like at any moment the other shoe would drop and you would leave him, too. But you were quick to put his mind at ease, “Hey.. We’re in this together, remember?” He nodded gently. “I love you, Aaron.”

After that exchange, you knew you couldn’t have picked a more perfect night to give him his gift. You wanted him to know how much you cared for him, how much you trusted him, and how much you desired him. Surely giving him a photo album full of intimate photos, just for him, would do the trick.

He leaned over the centre console of the vehicle and kissed your lips tenderly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

Your eyes smiled back at him, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

Before pulling out of the parking lot, he was reaching into his jacket pocket in search of something. As his hand came into view, you saw him grasping a tiny silver box with a simple red ribbon holding it shut. He was silent as he handed it to you, and you reached out to pick it up gently. You looked up at him and he smiled softly in return, “open it.”

Sliding the ribbon off the side, you pulled back the top of the box and a smile graced your lips as you took in the sight of the gorgeous necklace in your hand. He knew you so damn well. Gold jewelry, minimalistic in style, with the dainty outline of a tulip, your favourite flower, pressed into the metal.

You looked up at him, the love you had for him clear as day in your eyes, “Aaron.. it’s perfect.”

A bashful smile lit up his face, “yeah? You like it?”

Nodding your head, you leaned forward and kissed him gently, “I love it.” You smiled at each other as you placed one last peck against his lips, “thank you.”

There was no hiding the smile on his face, “you’re welcome. I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart fluttered, “I love you, too.” Excitement settled deep in your chest as you spoke once more, “and I have something for you, but it’s at home.” Nodding in response, he put the vehicle in reverse and was soon pulling out of the parking lot.

On the drive home, you’d pulled the necklace out of the box and fastened it in place. Pulling down the visor in front of you, you looked in the mirror and admired how perfect it looked hanging around your neck. With a quick glance to the side, he smiled, clearly agreeing.

Once home, he held your hand as he lead you up the front walkway and through the door. Flipping the lock, he turned to face you and you wordlessly stepped together, connecting your lips immediately. It wasn’t long before he was leading you towards the couch, not wanting to be without you on top of him any longer.

As he turned his back to the couch, getting ready to fall back and pull you into his lap, you paused. Pulling your lips away from his, you looked him in the eyes as you rested your palms against his chest and playfully pushed him backwards. Once his back was flush against the couch, and you were standing in front of him, you slowly leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “wait here.”

He exhaled hard as he watched you walk away. You glanced over your shoulder, teasingly making sure he was still sitting there, and he had to pull his eyes away from the way your hips swayed effortlessly in that dress to meet your line of sight. A cheeky smile spread like wildfire across his face when he realized he’d been caught.

Digging to the back of the closet where you’d hidden the photo album, you grabbed hold of it and swiftly made your way back out to the living room. He could tell you were holding something behind your back, and he raised an eyebrow at you in question.

Sitting on the couch next to him, the album still hidden, you did your best to explain what your intentions were, and how much it meant to you, before simply handing it over. “So.. this is something I’ve always wanted to do..” you trailed off, and he listened intently, an encouraging smile on his face, “but it took a long time for me to get to the point where I was comfortable and confident enough to do it.”

Although he wasn’t sure exactly what you were talking about just yet, he continued to listen, reaching out and placing an encouraging hand on your knee. “So, as much as this is a gift for you, it’s also a thank you. For helping me grow into my skin, and for loving me the way you do. You say you’re the lucky one, but it’s not lost on me how thankful I am to have you either.” The way his face lit up at your words made your heart swell.

Bringing his hand up to the side of your face, he leaned close and kissed your forehead gently, “I love you so much, my sweet girl.”

The soft smile on your face soon transformed into a giddy one, and the butterflies in your stomach made themselves known once again. “Okay..” you breathed out, “this is for you..”

Your whole body shook excitedly as you brought it out from behind your back, his eyes following your hands intently as you placed it in his lap. As he read the four words written on the front in gold script, “for your eyes only”, he ran his fingers across the letters as he slowly looked up at you.

Repeating his sentiment from earlier, you simply said, “open it,” as a soft smile pulled at the corner of your lips.

Glancing back down at the album in his hands, he pulled open the cover and was greeted with a stunning close up of you from the shoulders up, but it was still clear what you were wearing. Your eyes were closed and your head was tilted to the side slightly, with one hand grasping one of the straps and pulling it off your shoulder. A simple handwritten note underneath read:

“For Aaron: my joy, my heart, my world.”

Blinking a few times, he looked back up at you and you could see the realization on his face. The love he had for you was radiating from the smile that crinkled his eyes, before he pulled his gaze away from you, focusing back on the pages in front of him. The nerves that had settled deep in the pit of your stomach slowly dissipated once he flipped the page and let out an airy breath.

The spread on the first two pages was a collage of which outfits were to come, all close up shots of the details of each set; all of them except the royal blue one that is. As his eyes trailed across the page, if it wasn’t already clear they were photos of you, there was no denying it now, as he immediately recognized the different pieces you’d worn for him in the past. Reaching his hand out, he gently trailed his fingertips along the page, taking in each photo, one after the other.

The first photo was of a flawless white set, floral lace covering the surface and adding small pops of colour throughout. It was the first set you’d ever worn for him, on your first anniversary.

The second photo was of a sexy red set, tiny hearts scattered across it, the sheer material making your nipples visible. You’d worn it for Valentine’s Day the year before.

The third photo was of a gorgeous blush pink set, and one of his favourites, the lace making you look absolutely divine. This set was always a go-to for both of you, especially after a certain instance when you’d snuck the panties into his suitcase.

The fourth and final photo was of a stunning burgundy set, one that had added straps across the top of both of your breasts, accentuation their curves. He’d bought this one for you as a Christmas gift your second year together.

You watched his face intently as he took it all in; the way his lips parted slightly, and his eyes lingered on each photo, made pride well in your chest. He finally looked back up at you, and you could see the desire beginning to burn behind the love and care in his eyes. Leaning towards you, he reached his hand up to capture the back of your neck, before pulling your lips to his passionately.

Almost unable to contain yourself, you leaned into it and cupped his face with both of your hands, as your tongues danced with each other momentarily. You finally pulled back, both of you near breathless, and you rested your forehead against his.

“Fuck, I love you..” he whispered.

You let out an airy laugh, “I love you, too..” You kissed his lips once more before stating, “keep looking..”

There was no hiding the eagerness in his eyes now, but he pushed it aside for the time being, knowing both of you wanted him to finish looking through the entire album. Little did he know, he was in for quite the surprise, and you couldn’t wait.

As he flipped through the pages, image after image of you showing yourself off for him seared themselves into his mind. One particular photo he hesitated on was one of you kneeling in front of the mirror. Facing the camera, with your back to the mirror, it gave him the perfect view of all of you. The way your hair fell to the side when you tilted your head, with your fingers in your hair. The way your thighs looked, spread ever so slightly, inviting him in. And the way your ass rested gently on your heels, looking all too perfect for his hands to grasp.

After that one, he needed to take a second to gather himself. There were still a few pages to go, and he was already turned on beyond belief. He cleared his throat and swallowed hard, before breathing deep and looking up at you. “You are so gorgeous, my girl. I can’t believe I get you all to myself.”

You blinked slowly a couple times, the way his dominant and possessive side flickered in his tone made heat pool between your legs. You leaned forward to kiss his lips tenderly, “I’m yours. All yours.”

Your words made it next to impossible for him to continue, wanting nothing more than to toss the album aside and start undressing you right then and there. But he didn’t. With his jaw clenched, he turned back to the album in front of him, before taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out.

Finally turning the page once more, there they were, the stunning photos of you in that royal blue set scattered the pages in full colour. With your eyes locked on him, you felt your body exhale at the way his jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, “is this.. that’s the same..” He was having a hard time articulating the emotions running through his mind. It was the same set he’d been dreaming of for months, he knew it.

Lifting his head, he eagerly looked at you in search of reassurance of what he knew was true. You nodded enthusiastically, and before you could speak, his lips were crashing into yours again. Giggling through the kiss, you reluctantly pulled away and confessed, “I went back the next day.. I couldn’t resist.”

His eyes scanned your face longingly; he was in complete disbelief over the fact that the amount of love he felt for you was able fit inside his chest at once. He didn’t know what he’d done in his life to deserve to have you by his side, but here you were, and you were his entire world.

At a complete loss for words, he simply turned his focus back to the photos in his hands. It was the way your breasts fit perfectly inside the cups, and the way the cheeky cut of the underwear made your ass look divine. He couldn’t stop staring. He was slow to turn the page, as more photos filled his mind, doing nothing but making him fall even deeper in love with you.

You’d done all of this for him. He could hardly believe it. You two had been intimate together countless times before, so seeing you like this was nothing new. And yet somehow, this was completely different. This was more permanent, he’d have it forever. It was something he would be able to turn to when you weren’t there. It would be a reminder of the love you had for him. Not to mention the fact that you’d gone to the effort of putting yourself out there in a way you never thought you could before, just to prove to him that he was worthy of love. Maybe he was doing something right after all.

The last two pages had a single photo on each, both taking up the entire page. The first was one of you in the middle of the floor on that gorgeous rug, with your knees bent and toes pointed, your back arching off the floor, and your hair shining flawlessly in the light. The second was a shot of you in the centre of the bed, lying on your stomach, arms stretched above your head with your ass in the air slightly, your hair the perfect amount of tousled as it fell to the side.

With another deep breath out, he closed the back cover of the album and carefully set it on the coffee table in front of him. Looking over at you, he spoke breathlessly, “come here..” In no time at all, he was reaching out to you, hands finding their way to your hips as he pulled you into his lap, finally. Kissing you passionately, a soft giggle of yours made him smile against your lips, before you both wrapped your arms around each other and held on tight.

You whispered against his neck, “so.. do you like it?”

Pulling back from your embrace slightly, his arms still around your waist and your hands now on his shoulders, he confessed, “do I..” he trailed off, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, “sweetheart.. I love it. And I love you.” With one hand now resting on the side of your face, he ran his thumb across your cheek lovingly. “It’s an incredibly generous gift. You did all of that, for me?” he breathed out hot, “I just.. I have no words.. I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough.”

As you listened to his words, your heart swelled, and you couldn’t help the flustered smile that made its home on your face. Leaning forward, you kissed him once more before looking him in the eyes and admitting cheekily, “well.. I can think of a few things..”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, as he smiled wide at your implication, before connecting his lips to yours once more. With both of his hands back on your hips, he pulled you even father into his lap, as your lips parted to allow his eager tongue to slip past. He kissed you deep, and slow, with your fingers carding through his hair, you tugged ever so gently, causing him to moan against your lips.

He was still urgent in his movements, still desperate to have you, but things had taken an unexpected turn. Something about the vulnerability of you putting yourself out there like that, just for him, had turned the evening on it’s axis. What you both thought was going to be a night full of hungry, rough, and heated sex, had quickly turned into what you now both understood was going to be a night of making tender, deep, and passionate love with each other.

Regardless of how things progressed, one thing was always true, and that was the care he put into making sure you were more than satisfied by the end of the evening. And tonight would be no different.

You felt his hands slowly move from your hips to slide along your thighs. Once he reached the hem of your dress, he began pushing the material back, exposing you to him. As one hand slid even farther under your dress, he applied gentle pressure with his thumb, caressing your core through the thin fabric of your underwear. The second his thumb made contact with the material, he knew exactly what you were wearing.

Halting his movements, he pulled his lips away from yours to look you in the eyes, his pupils blown wide. “You’re wearing the blue one, aren’t you?” You nodded lightly, your breathing laboured. He swallowed deep, “you’ve been wearing it all night?”

You nodded again, “oops.. did I forget to tell you that part?” you teased.

The way his eyes darkened made heat pool between your legs, “fuck sweetheart.. show me..”

He helped you up, and once you were standing in front of him, you leaned forward and gently grabbed hold of his tie. “Okay.. but you first..”

He didn’t hesitate, tugging on the knot and pulling the fabric from around his neck before tossing it aside, making you both laugh. Kneeling in front of him, you started working on his belt while he pulled his suit jacket off and undid the buttons on his shirt. In no time at all, he was stripped down to nothing but his boxers, his already hard length making itself know.

Before standing again, you leaned forward and trailed kisses across his chest, and down his stomach, before placing one final kiss against him through the fabric of his boxers. You smiled at the moan that escaped his lips as you did, causing your walls to clench around nothing.

Knowing the new lingerie would mean he’d want you to undress for him, you’d planned for it. You wanted to make it easy for yourself by picking something that not only matched the lingerie set, but was stretchy enough that it would come off easily. Once you were standing, you carefully pulled the sleeves down one at a time, slipping your arms out the top.

You effortlessly hooked your thumbs in the now crumpled material, pulling it down past your breasts, and past your waist, before finally dropping it to the floor. With the lingerie set now on full display for him, accentuated beautifully by the dainty gold necklace still hanging around your neck, he was nearly speechless once again. “You.. sweetheart, you’re..” he mumbled, “fuck, you’re so gorgeous..”

Smiling at his flustered confession, you moved forward in an attempt to rest your weight in his lap once more. As you did, he spread his legs slightly, and guided one of his knees between yours. It didn’t take long for you to figure out why he’d done what he had, as your already soaking core made contact with his thigh.

With his hands immediately finding their way to your hips, he encouraged you to begin rocking back and forth, dragging your still clothed core along the muscles in his thigh. The feeling was already so good, as you tipped your head back, your hair falling behind your shoulders, giving him a direct view of the stunning colour that clothed your body.

He gently ran his palms up your sides, before bringing them to the front of your body, cupping your breasts in his large hands. As he ran his thumbs across the material, you both knew this was exactly what he’d imagined in the store that day. You on top of him, using him to make yourself feel good, as he trailed his palms along the material; the thought made heat rush through your veins.

With your hands planted firmly on his chest, keeping yourself steady, your body got used to the familiar contact in no time, and you desperately needed more. The moan that escaped your lips told him as much, so his hands were back on your hips in an instant, gripping your soft flesh with his fingertips, and helping you move faster.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart? he asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it anyway. When you simply nodded your head in response, he prompted you again, “Yeah?”

Your heart was racing, “yes..” you admitted between deep breaths, “Aaron, it feels so good.”

With your climax quickly approaching, he could feel the tension building with how uneven your movements had become, “are you going to cum for me?” Again, you could only nod in response, your breathing getting more and more ragged by the second; the feeling was almost too much. “Good, that’s my good girl. You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he encouraged, “fuck, you look so good like this.”

Bringing your hands up to the side of his face, you pulled his lips to yours and kissed him deeply. He was quick to respond, kissing you back with just as much passion, all while his hands still had a firm grasp on your hips. As you got closer and closer to the edge, you felt the muscles in his thigh tense, and you knew he was doing it on purpose.

Separating your lips from his, you rested your forehead against his. “Ohhh..” you moaned, “Aaron, I’m close.. I’m so close..”

With a huge grin on his face, he kept a firm grasp on your hips, “yeah, that’s it, cum for me sweet girl..”

The praise that fell of his lips was all you needed, as your body crested the wave. With your body shaking, and hips stuttering, you felt relief consume your mind as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. You gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders with what little energy you had left in you, and nuzzled your head into his neck.

Your heavy breathing began to slow as he gently ran his fingers through your hair and whispered in your ear, “shhh, shhh, there you go. I love you so much, sweetheart. Yeah, just breathe.”

Once you’d caught your breath again, you laughed softly against his neck, “shit.. that was so good.”

He laughed right along with you, “yeah? You liked that, huh?” You hummed in agreement, before nuzzling your body even closer to his.

With his arms still holding you close, his palms exploring your soft skin, he trailed his fingers along the back of your bra, revelling in the way the smooth material complimented your skin so flawlessly.

It wasn’t long before your hips started moving along his thigh once again, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, “does my girl want more already?”

Sighing heavily, your body still impossibly close to his, you admitted, “yes, more, please..”

With a huge smile on his face, he encouraged you to lift your weight off his lap so you could readjust, “lay back sweetheart, let me take care of you..”

Exhaling deep at his words, you didn’t hesitate, allowing him to help you lay back, your shoulders resting on the arm of the couch. It was a tight squeeze with both of you laying on the couch, but you’d made it work so many times before that it was like second nature for both of you. The way you spread your legs wide for him, and the way he nuzzled himself between your thighs, right where he always loved to be.

Gazing down at him, eyelids still heavy under the weight of your first release, you watched as he gently ran his fingers along the outside of the fabric covering your soft lips. “You’re so wet, sweetheart, we’ve ruined these already..” he spoke through a smirk, before he leaned forward and kissed you gently through the material.

He took his time, getting you riled you up ever so slowly with soft kisses against the outside of your panties, before finally pulling the now soaking fabric to the side and eagerly attaching his lips to your body. The moan that graced your lips was music to his ears, and in no time at all, he felt the familiar tugging of your hands in his hair. Allowing your head to drop back, you did your best to relax and enjoy the pleasure he was offering. With long, firm swipes of his tongue through your folds, he took his time devouring you.

With one arm wrapped around your hip, his hand lying flat against your stomach holding you in place, he continued with the calculated motions of his tongue against your body. But it wasn’t long until the familiar feeling of him lining his fingers up with your entrance consumed your mind. And before you knew it, he was slowly guiding two fingers between your tight walls, his name blissfully falling off your lips.

With a slight curling motion, he gently ran the pads of his fingers against that spongey spot inside you, over and over and over. All the while, his tongue was still dancing effortlessly against your swollen clit.

“Oh fuck.. yeah, right there..” you could feel the smile that spread across his face at your pleas, “Aaron.. don’t stop, oh please don’t stop.”

In a matter of seconds, he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, as your grasp on his hair tightened. Slowing his movements ever so slightly, he drew your pleasure out of you as long as you would allow, until he felt your slight nudge on his head telling him that was enough.

As you desperately tried to regain your composure, your chest heaving, he trailed soft kisses along the inside of your thighs in between words of praise. “That’s my girl..” a tender kiss on the inside of your knee, “so sexy when you’re cumming for me..” another gentle kiss farther up your thigh, “so beautiful, sweetheart.”

Resting his cheek against the inside of your thigh, he slowly brought his fingers back up and gently ran them through your folds, smiling wide at the way your body shuddered at the overstimulation. As a gentle laugh escaped your lips at the feeling, you finally lifted your head and looked down at him. As your eyes met, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as he placed another gentle kiss against the inside of your thigh.

Repeating his sentiment from earlier, you reach your arms out to him and whispered, “come here..”

Without hesitation, he carefully pulled your hips farther down the couch so you’re shoulders were flat against the cushions, causing you to giggle lightly. With his body now caging you in from above, you wasted no time in wrapping your legs around his waist, with your hands on either side of his face, pulling his lips to yours. You could taste your own release on his tongue, and it made heat rush through your veins, as you hummed against his lips.

“Aaron..” you mumbled, “I want to feel you..”

“Okay..” he mumbled just as you had, “here?” inquiring if you wanted to get more comfortable in the bedroom.

Nodding softly, you admitted, “right here. I just want you..”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth, “okay.” Placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, he swiftly leaned back and removed his boxers, tossing them to the side.

Hovering over you again, he gently caressed the side of your face with one hand, while carefully lining himself up with the other. Gazing into your eyes, he asked softly, “you ready, sweetheart?” You nodded, your soft hum of agreement gripping his chest in the best way.

With that, he was gently pushing his hips closer to yours, his length stretching you inch by inch. As your lips parted, a soft sigh escaping, he dropped his head beside yours and you felt your body exhale at the way he groaned in your ear.

He started slow, pulling out of you gently before pushing back into you, and you could have sworn you’d never felt him this deep before. The way his hands instinctively found their way into your hair, the way his breath on your neck made you shiver, and the way his body rubbed blissfully against your clit, had your body tightening around him.

With your legs still around his waist, pulling him closer with every thrust, you held him tight with your arms around his shoulders, your nails trailing along his skin. “Oh Aaron, ohhhh fuck..” you were breathless again, “you’re so deep.. I love you so much..”

With another quiet moan in your ear, he trailed kisses along your neck, “I love you too, my girl..” His lips captured yours once more, and he swallowed the sounds you made as he began moving faster. With every drag of his length out of your walls, and every passionate thrust forward, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to another climax.

With one more gentle nudge of your body with his, you felt ecstasy wash over you. “Yeahhh, there you go..” he whispered against your neck, “that’s my good girl.. fuck you feel so good..” Your breathing was laboured, as your grasp on his body tightened, holding him impossibly close.

As you slowly began to catch your breath again, he trailed gentle kisses along your neck, and your jaw, before capturing your lips with his once more. And once you felt like you’d recovered enough, you spoke excitedly, “okay, now it’s my turn..” as you encouraged him to sit up.

Once he was sitting, his back against the couch, you straddled his lap, and immediately his hands were on your hips. With your panties still pulled to the side, you reached behind your back and undid the clasp on your bra. You took pleasure in watching the way his eyes were glued to your chest as you pulled the material off your body and tossed it aside.

With his hands reaching up to cup your breasts, he gently twirled your nipples between his fingers, causing your back to arch instinctually. Unable to resist any longer, you reached down between your bodies and lined him up with your core once again, before sinking down on his length.

Repeating your motions from earlier, his hands gravitated towards your hips yet again, as you began rocking back and forth. Desperately wanting to hold him close, you leaned your chest against his and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.

The quicker you moved, the closer he got to the edge, and through gritted teeth he confessed, “I’m so close.. sweetheart I’m going to cum..”

With one final rock of your hips, you lifted your body off his and immediately reached down to grasp him in your hand. Resting your forehead against his, you spoke softly, “yeah? Go ahead.. cum for me my love..”

With your soft fingers wrapped around him, moving up and down sensually, it wasn’t long before his body was reaching its high. With a deep moan rumbling in his chest, his hips stuttered and you smiled at the soft grunts that escaped his lips. With his hands still grasping your hips, fingertips digging into your skin, his hips bucked instinctually a couple times as he spilled his release across his abdomen. You continued with your motions until you felt the tell-tale shiver of it being too much run through his body.

He dropped his head back against the couch, a deep sigh consuming his chest, as you leaned forward and placed tender kisses along his jaw. He took a moment to simply enjoy the bliss that clouded his mind, before kissing your lips tenderly.

Once his heart rate began to slow, and he could finally catch his breath again, he stated quietly, “you didn’t.. I’m, I’m sorry.. I couldn’t last long enough for you to have another..”

Shaking your head in response, you laughed gently, “oh, no Aaron, it’s okay..” it was your turn to place a loving kiss against his forehead, “you’ve already given me my fair share..”

He objected once again, “no, you can give me one more, I know you can..” He was quick to slide one of his hands over your thigh and between your legs. You felt heat rise in your cheeks at his persistence, so you didn’t try to stop him, as his fingers found their way along your folds yet again. The soft moan you let out at the contact only urged him on.

With your hands planted firmly on his chest again, and your eyes connected with his, you lifted your hips a little father, just as he slipped two fingers inside you. The sounds that left your lips drove him wild, as he began with those same curling motions deep within you, his thumb strategically placed on you clit.

It didn’t take much for him to get you going again, and the smile on his face made your heart flutter. “I can feel you, sweetheart.. you’re close again aren’t you?”

A soft, “mhm..” was all you could get out, as your eyelids slowly closed, giving into the pleasure.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead against his, as he kept up with those same glorious motions between your legs. Before you knew it, you felt that same euphoria reach its peak. As your fourth orgasm of the night ripped through your body, it took everything in you not to completely collapse on top of him. Your legs shook, and your breath caught in your throat, but he didn’t stop, wanting to draw it out as long as possible.

Sliding your hands up, you gripped his shoulders tight as pleasure consumed you. When it finally reached the point of too much, you breathed out his name, “Aaron..” and he swiftly pulled his fingers out.

Collapsing into his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, sighing heavily. He laughed breathlessly against your chest, his arms circling your waist and holding you close. You both sat there for what felt like an eternity, his palms running along your back comfortingly, as you placed lazy kisses against his neck.

Breaking the silence, he whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

Trailing your kisses along his jaw, you captured his lips with yours tenderly, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

With another gentle kiss against your lips, he leaned back to look in your eyes, one hand coming up to rest on the side of your face, “let’s get cleaned up.”

You laughed softly, “okay.”

Standing from the couch, he made sure to hold your hands tight, knowing your legs would be a little unsteady in the aftermath of everything you’d just experienced. Once he was standing, he gently encouraged you to lead the way with a nod of his head. Still holding one hand in yours, he trailed close behind you as you made your way to your ensuite bathroom.

You quickly threw your hair into a messy bun, before starting the bath, checking to make sure the water was warm enough, and adding some of your favourite bubble bath. As you turned back to face him, he crouched down in front of you and slowly pulled the panties that you were still wearing down your legs, discarding them in the sink to be washed by hand later.

Grabbing a small wash cloth, he held it under the running water before kneeling in front of you once more. He gently grasped your ankles one at a time, and lifted them to rest your foot on his thigh. Each time, he guided the warm cloth up the inside of your leg, before focusing on your thigh. Finally, he very carefully ran the warmth along your folds, two, three, four times, just to make sure you were comfortable.

Placing a gentle kiss against your knee, he finally set your foot back down before standing. He used the wash cloth to clean his own thighs, before finally wiping his release off his stomach, and tossing the cloth in the sink as well.

Facing each other once again, you reached your arms out to him, and he smiled softly, pulling you into his embrace and holding you tight. He kissed the top of your head, and whispered against your hair, “thank you for the gift, sweetheart. Thank you for trusting me, and thank you for allowing me to love you.”

Looking up at him, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his lips tenderly, wrapping your arms even tighter around him. “Anything for you, Aaron.”

With a gentle kiss to your forehead, he finally released you from his grasp, before leaning down to shut the water off. With one hand holding yours, he kept you steady while you stepped over the side of the bath and settled under the bubbles. Sliding back, you made room for him in front of you, and in no time he was lowering himself into the water facing you.

Another tight squeeze, but it was something else you’d done countless times before and was now second nature. Sliding your legs alongside each other, you both leaned back against opposite ends. With your elbow resting on the side of the bath, you leaned your head against your hand and stared at him lovingly.

The soft smile that graced your lips caused a flustered grin to spread across his face, “what are you thinking about?”

Your smile grew as you admitted, “how happy you make me.”

The love he felt for you in that moment completely took his breath away. With a sharp exhale, his eyes trailed from the messy bun top of your head, down to your lips, along your arm that was resting on the side of the bath, and finally to the gold necklace still hanging around your neck.

When he finally looked back up at you, you simply gazed into each other’s eyes as he attempted to gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth to speak, but was ultimately unable to; he found himself utterly speechless. All he wanted to do was hold you.

He carefully readjusted so his legs were on either side of your hips, and guided your feet over his thighs, pulling you close as you settled your legs around his waist. With your bodies tangled together once more, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as one of his hands rested on your lower back, the other gently cupping the side of your face. His thumb ran back and forth across your cheek, as he placed a kiss to your forehead, then on the tip of your nose, before finally capturing your lips with his.

Pulling back slightly, he gazed into your eyes longingly and whispered, “I love you so much. I can’t imagine life without you by my side.”

Your eyes smiled back at him, and you kissed him gently before responding, “I guess that makes two of us.”

He laughed softly at your words, pulling you even closer and resting his forehead against yours.

It wasn’t long before you were both readjusting once more, so your back was leaning against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around your shoulders. As he nuzzled his head beside yours, you both stayed there for quite a while, on the verge of falling asleep, until he gently nudged you. The bubbles were long gone, and you had to admit the water was definitely starting to get cold.

Once you were both out of the bath and dried off, you followed him out to your bedroom where you slid on a pair of underwear and he pulled on some boxers and a t-shirt. In no time, he was grabbing one of those quarter zip sweaters he knew you loved so much and turning to you. “Here you go, sweetheart,” he spoke quietly as he helped you slide the soft material over your head.

In the warm glow of the bedside lamp, his heart swelled at how exquisite you looked; he couldn’t wait to curl up in bed and fall asleep with you in his arms.

The way he looked at you wasn’t lost on you, and you asked sheepishly, “what?”

He blinked slowly, nothing but love radiating from the warm smile on his face. Closing the gap between you, he gently lifted your chin so your attention was on him, as he gazed into your eyes longingly. “Oh it’s nothing really..” he teased softly, “it’s just, I love you is all..”

You felt your chest tighten, and you breathed deep as your body attempted to process the joy that consumed you. There was something about this moment, something about the love you’d just shared, and the vulnerability of the evening, that had you falling even deeper in love with him.

Standing on your tiptoes, you connected your lips with his tenderly, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him close. When you finally pulled away, you lingered, brushing your nose against his playfully, “I love you, too..”

You could hear the smile that spread across his face, as he let out a soft laugh, cupping your face in his hands. Placing a gentle kiss against your forehead, he spoke once more, “come on, let’s get some sleep.”

With his hand on your lower back, he lead you over to the bed before pulling back the covers for you. In no time he was shutting the lamp off and climbing in beside you, rolling onto his side and reaching his hands out to you. You didn’t hesitate, tucking your arms into your chest like you always did, and allowed his strong arms to encompass your body. As he held you tight against his chest, you nuzzled your head under his chin and tangled your feet with his.

Your eyes slowly closed, and it wasn’t long before you were drifting off to sleep. The way your body relaxed in his grasp, and the way your chest rose and fell a bit heavier than it had minutes earlier, were telltale signs that you were fast asleep.

He placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, and although you couldn’t hear him, he whispered against your hair, “I’m going to marry you one day..” before closing his eyes and succumbing to his own weariness.

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[ghast1ng]

pt2 to this ♥️

this is my first time writing smut n i feel like that’s obvious :,( i promise i’ll write better pieces as i get used to it <3 i just wanted to get this out asap

to say the stunt simon pulled earlier wasn’t enough to piss you off would be a lie. his arrogance was something you found to be attractive as opposed to irritating. you hated it because you felt that you held the same standard to most men. but then again, simon ‘ghost’ riley isn’t most men.

he hadn’t stopped with his teasing at that, though, leaving you to just imagine what things he would do to you, the things you wanted him to do to you. it continued on for the rest of the day.

you’d been making dinner, feeling slightly frustrated at the small little things he’d been doing to tease you prior to this. but, not wanting to seem overly dramatic or sensitive, you’d let it all go. not speaking a word to you, he comes up behind you as you’re cutting vegetables, pressing his clothed cock up against you. he reaches for something in the cupboard above you before leaving.

another notable time being when you sat down to pick up a book you’d neglected last week. simon comes to sit beside you, as he usually does, a loud, raspy groan rumbling from his throat. you didn’t acknowledge him, despite how the sound made you feel. you knew he was only teasing you. then he continued on with his antics. every single movement of his elicited a groan, even sometimes a whimper, and that’d been it for you.

closing your book, you’d headed for the bedroom, not sparing simon a glance. he’d tried to stop you, laughing as he uttered an apology. much to his dismay though, you were fed up. pent up from all the teasing, unfortunately needy because simon was the one teasing you, you ignored him.

locking the door behind you—despite the fact that simon could simply unlock it with a coin—you started undressing. a small shoebox sat with the rest of your shoeboxes. pulling it out, you took it to your bed and picked out your most favorite toy.

as much as you hated to admit it, this box was useless. nothing could make you feel as good as simon did. on the times that he was away, there was very little you could do to pleasure yourself. simon had ended up gifting you another toy as your complains had finally made their way to him. fortunately enough, it worked.

it’s now that you’re in bed, the vibrator relentless on your clit. you’d managed to stay quiet earlier, not making a sound as you’ve come already two times. this time however, your clit is far too sensitive. every movement makes your body jerk and a small whimper escapes past your lips.

you’re loud as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach for the third time within the past hour. covering your mouth with your hand, you realize it’s too late as you hear simon fiddling with the doorknob. as soon as he enters the room, he heads for you and removes the vibrator from your clit, causing you to whimper from the sudden lack of pleasure. he throws it into the shoebox and throws the shoebox toward the closet.

hovering above you, eyes meeting yours, he says, “i’m here, pretty girl. y’don’t need that, hm?”

before you can answer, his lips are on yours. simon’s absolutely hungry. small groans leave his lips with every whimper that leaves yours. clothed cock grinds against your bare, sensitive pussy, the rough fabric of his jeans making you crave so much more.

locking that door earlier meant that you wouldn’t let him in. not today, at least. but him being here now, as needy for you as you are needy for him, makes you forget all of that.

simon places one more kiss on your lips before moving down to your jaw. all across he plants kisses, then moves to your neck. finding that sensitive spot just below your ear, he spends some time there, just reveling in the way you moan. he continues moving down to your breasts, licking and sucking on them, giving equal attention to each boob. his favorite part, your stomach. the softness of it, the way your body curves at the waist, the way it leads down to your pussy.

in seconds, simon’s mouth is wrapped around your clit. still sensitive from your interrupted orgasm, you shake beneath him, trying to get away from his ruthless tongue. he adjusts himself, wrapping his arms around your thighs to prevent you from moving.

he looks up at you when you tangle your fingers in his hair. his eyes so glossy, the man so quickly pussy drunk, a sight you swear is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“nobody can make y’feel this good, huh, princess?” you shake your head. his mouth never leaves its place at your clit even as he talks, the vibration of his voice making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “gonna make you cum so many times,” he groans. “i promise.”

soon as the promise leaves his lips, you’ve reached your high. “please, si, can i cum? fuck,” you ask.

“‘course,” is all he says as he sucks on your clit, forcing your orgasm out of you.

your hips buck against his mouth, even louder moans leaving your mouth. it’s true that there’s not anything that can make you feel as good as he does, not even the pretty pink vibrator that made you come twice. those times don’t even come close to this one.

simon cleans you up with his mouth. you’re writhing beneath him as he continues to abuse your sensitive cunt. finally, he releases his mouth from you and hovers above you again to kiss you.

the kiss is gentle this time. his lips never leaving yours, one arm holding himself up, he uses the other to start unbuckling his belt. he rids himself of his jeans and boxers, his shirt too, maneuvering himself to lay back on the bed.

“c’mere, pretty girl.” with utmost ease, he grabs your waist and places you above him. “want you to use me. use me to get off, yeah?” the hundredth whimper leaves your mouth. “want that pretty pussy to come all over my cock, okay?”

“okay,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

you sink onto him, the stretch he gives you not unfamiliar, but something that never gets old. a louder whimper from simon as you clench around him, the sounds of your soaking cunt enough to drive him to the brink of insanity.

“fuck, my poor baby,” another groan as you start to move above him. “shouldn’t ever have to use somethin’ else. not when i’m here.”

“si,” you can barely form words as you bounce up and down, his cock hitting that sweet spot every single time. “i had to. all you did was- fuck- all you did was tease me.”

your body goes limp and you rest against him, still moving your hips up and down, pace never stuttering. he grabs your hips and helps you.

“i know, lovie. ‘m sorry, okay?” you nod, head burrowed in his neck as moans are all you can muster up. “i’ll make y’feel so good.”

he grabs your ass to stop you from moving, holding you up at the most perfect spot. his hips buck up into yours, a slow but demanding pace.

“so fucking tight. pussy made f’me, yeah? wet all f’me.”

his words are enough to drive you to the edge. enough to have you coming around his cock. enough to make you scream his name at the top of your lungs. but you consider the lost time, and the neighbors around you.

“wanna see your face.” he flips the both of you around, grabs your legs and forcing them to sit around his waist.

the position is your favorite. able to see his face as he watches yours, his hips rutting into you relentlessly. love the way he gets distracted by your boobs, grabbing them for the leverage he doesn’t need. love the way he can lean down to kiss you, groaning into your mouth.

but the way he watches you this time, with a different look in his eyes, the large man truly feeling sorry for his teasing earlier, it makes you shy. you turn your head to the side, still moaning his name as though it’s some sort of mantra. he wastes no time in grabbing your face, gentle but stern, forcing you to look at him. your hand moves to cover your face, but he grabs it and holds it against his chest.

“need to see your beautiful face.”

he grabs your legs and holds you up, swiftly moving to place a pillow beneath you. this time, his length is hitting into you at a relentless pace, merciless on your pussy. he’s hitting every spot that makes you feel so good.

you’re clenching around him, and he knows the familiar feeling. “gonna come f’me? hm?”

“yes, si, please!”

“come w’me, love, come with me. come all over my cock.”

you waste no time after hearing his words in letting go. your orgasm consumes you, causing your mind to go hazy. your hearing muffles, vision going black for a few seconds. as soon as you come back to your senses, simon’s coming into you, warmth coating your walls immediately.

you pull simon down, enveloping his lips in a kiss. “thank you, si.”

a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest. “for what, lovie? we’re not done yet.”

🩸tags

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #modern warfare #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #modern warefare ii #modner

[tartigglez]

"perhaps you should test the theory?" (pt.2)

kaeya x gn!reader

find pt1 here

genre: fluff

word count: about 300

tags: soft hours, thats kinda it.

tw/cw: suggestive but no smut (its kaeya what's to be expected?). reader is chill w/ being kissed (?)

a/n: pt2 finally. sorry this is trash, i was watching youtube videos of some lady making bento boxes in a split screen ngl. also idk how to write people kissing if you can't tell. also, please, please, if you see this, please, send me an ask, please, idk what to write, please, asks, now, please.

his kiss was much more gentle than you ever would’ve expected at first, then getting rougher, and rougher, like a man starved. his lips were cold, yet soft, and he seemed to never want to stop, not that you were complaining… 

eventually, he brought his actions to a pause, whispering in your ear

“you okay?”

you nodded slightly as he looks in your eyes, with the most love you’ve ever witnessed anyone hold for anyone else. however, something seems askew, the rest of his face seems stern.

“words” 

“yes, yes i'm okay, more than okay”

“good”

he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, and another, and another, before going back to his previous position on the bed, laying on his back, before turning to his side as you did the same. you now faced each other, as something more than friends, and nothing had ever felt so right. 

“archons-” he sighed “you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this, seriously, what took ya so long?”

letting out a light giggle you playfully slapped his chest 

“It takes two to tango, y’know?”

“I’m pulling your ear, y/n”

“shush, mister-right-all-the-time”

“make me” he raised an eyebrow at you. ever the flirter, it seems, even after his flirting has already succeeded. 

“fine.” you announced, moving your lips to his, making contact once again, just for a moment.

after pulling away, he smirks at you. 

“you're adorable, y’know that?”

“am not”

“are too”

as opposed to fighting any longer, you move closer to him, burying your head in his chest, entangling your legs with his as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“stay like this, please”

“i’ll stay, darling, i’ll stay”

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #kaeya #kaeya x you #kaeya alberich

[explicit-tae]

Well yeah maybe we can get a pt2 or a sequel to it someday that would be really AMAZING

I’m not opposed to it! 😅 metamorphosis was one of my favorite one-shots to write & I do still have a lot of ideas when it comes to a second part to it 😌

[witchsickness]

the prompt fill was beautiful 😭 i love your writing and i’m so glad you’re taking prompts! i hope you’re having a great day <3 (ps im not opposed to the idea of a part 2, if you ever feel so inclined 👀)

babe thank you thank youuu you’re so sweet? my inbox is literally always open for prompts or thoughts and it makes me so happy when people trust me to do justice to their ideas 🥺 

as for a pt2, this is part of a much larger story which ultimately does end happily, but, uh. the scene following the one i posted is steve informing billy that tommy would be giving the best man’s speech after all and billy should just ‘sit back and enjoy the wedding.’ so. uh. probably not what you were hoping for!

#harringrove #ask #anon #love it love it when people are being angst-enablers in my inbox 🥰

[pumpkinbirth]

Hi pumpkin :) any chance for a "The Escort Pt2"?

I hadn't thought about it, but if I ever have an idea for it then I wouldn't be opposed to someday writing another part to it!

#pumpkin answers

[beyond-the-northern-lights]

One Worshipped in Abrahamic Religions

If any are unaware of the type of soul-stealing, tricky entity that that false god is then - Gen 5:29, Gen 18:3-8 vs Gen 8:20,21 at least 🔥

It is said he uses lying signs, wonders! he loves to talk about blood!

I learned he snakes around rules. If in public? he has to blend in 🐍

.. a dark entity, that masquerades as an entity of light 🐑 🐺

https://beyond-the-northern-lights.tumblr.com/post/688490317520994304/please-read-series-thumbnails-on-yt-before-reading (*it is important to read all of it*)

the bible shows that Yah speaks through angels, has wings!

unblinding light can be used by him sorta like a flashlight 🔦

souls radiate love, love in us made to feel as if from them 🔥

It is scary how these so-called gods, like this one, can fool many 🌪️

It seems as if much of his memories are back.

I recommend reading pt1 to pt2 here, further down sections https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLEqHNQMJGjRTf33fg0q8QW5QoYh3FgLZg (*to add more*)

I am going to pin this comment later so I can write other posts.

I should add how like the name EA, the Devil is said to go by SAMael and I have some examples of their interest in names (*is said to give them energy at least*) in “entertainment” in two tag bits on Tumblr 🪄

--- Certain Words Below Were Copied and Pasted from a Post

there are reasons he could fool so many for thousands of years!

It is said if an alien arrived and wanted blood offerings from us:

  1) it is a sign this is not the highest if this alien claims to be

  2) that a use of curses aka black magic is a sign of evil

  3) that we should not worship this alien due to superior tech

and so on 😅 So, why is an alien seen as Ea the exception here?

It is curious how Yah words things in the bible e.g. harvests souls!

It is as if this is a subconscious attack, a secluded farm for him 🐺

but he has to get our permission in some way, even if via tricks 🐍

  the subconsciousness of many likely see how they sit in the

  mouth of a serpent as in that part of the Vatican, likely spot

  certain hints in bibles and certain hints in supposed channelings

  etc yet they ignore it because why? fEAr? no love for the truth, I

  see how his lies are set in a way to make truth seem as if the lie

It is him who is behind the morally corrupt incarnation system.. it

is him and his fellow elites we have to stand up to, to break free

of their enslavement - we stand back and watch people do evil, we

have the power to stop them with our free will but we do not? Why

is he nor the highest seen at least partly at fault for it while we are?

   heck are we to do this when most are at least worshipping Yah?

I suspect the highest creator knows it is not fair --- when will

many be brave, and say God is partly at fault for the abuse?

  for all we know, the highest is waiting for us to be less

  like unloving servants and more like friends who will

  stand up for what is right - heck knows, I am furious 🔥

In 2 Thess 2, “the dragon” is a rebel? Also, I see all of Lev 26 🐑 🐺

It is said Yah speaks through angels, Yah is said to have wings 🤔

http://www.bibleorigins.net/WingedYahwehElohim.html

In Rev, “Jesus” there is tricky Lucifer? MEffect counter in an old post!

Is it that hard to see Yah Jesus as ever being deceitful? and this?

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I suspect he relies on fear, biased interpretations becoming preferred and popular, selective memories, etc to try to keep his power here?

.. many will not check, too scared to learn who they truly follow 🔥

no real love for the truth - they’ll say I am crazy, without checking!

In films, many spot new details each time a film is rewatched! same?

then..

then..

https://www.gotquestions.org/animal-sacrifices.html, bad excuse

I see how so many have that black sheep, scapegoat vs golden child mentality - if they hate somebody, many warp the positive info about them to make it negative. If they view another as good, vice versa 🙄

there is a reason why so many Christians cannot agree on what’s in bibles! it has opposing claims too, many see what they want to see!

It seems as if religious books were written in a spell-casting way and also, many see gov’t-politicians as big liars yet they trust his gov’t 🚩

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If any want to believe he tells the truth about being the creator of all aka none outside the energy, why is Exo 32:1-14 ignored by many?

I see how Exo 32:1-14 implies we should not blindly follow Yah, too!

--- Controlled Opposition via Yah, Yah Killed First Borns as a Result

1A)

1B) Exo - “.. I will harden Pharoah’s heart” (*Yah Wants it Hardened*)

If any warp it, meaning of Isa 45:7? Exo 32:11-14? above verses?

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It is said that certain dark entities will pretend to be good, pretend to

be against evil but if any try to get away later they’ll be visibly really

aggressive and dangerous.. a number of them already wanting blood

sacrifices etc. Well, no shocker that jealous Yah does this as well 🔥

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It is said that Jesus has, within these last few years, told people that

it is us who chooses all our suffering.. and I know a guy who claims

to be an incarnation of Enki, Jesus, Anu, Yaldabaoth says that many

are suffering due to karmic debt from a past-life (*I have written this

multiple times here before - Satan seems to want to hurt people, so

but still get more followers so a way he gets many to agree to be in

more pain in a memory-loss incarnation is mentioning karmic debt*)

  If you torture a kid in this lifetime, you will eventually lose the

  memories you have and be abused as a kid in a different life

  but I wonder why he has not infiltrated the families of elites with

  many who he knows will turn out good overall - why has he not

  infiltrated the satanic elites who have supposedly trafficked kids

  for many years? It’s said that many of his elites recall past-lives

  as Elohim, that they hate humanity but why does karma in current

  lifetimes not ram them for what they are supposedly doing? and I

  heard they have been taught how to hurt us yet dodge bad karma!

It is said that if we rebel, they will split our souls further. We already

see how many call the unknown demons. If they were in the past I

suspect they’d do what memory-loss Buffy did, (slight spoilers) sees

a moving car with lights on at night and (*while turned to become in

the mindset of the outfit she wears for Halloween by an evil man*) it

shows she panics - about this car, she says ‘It’s a demon! It’s

a demon!!!” 🙄 It is what Anu is said to aim to get major rebels

called, whether that is a you-are-possessed accusation or not

and it helps get those who see Yahweh for what Yahweh is aka a

really powerful dark entity who seems to know how to scare off a

lot of those he is the boss of for example. Also, controlled opposition

a thing but many do not care to see admissions to it in the bible due

to a lack of love for the truth. It is said he will increase the amount of

hell for us here if we rebel now, if we majorly rebelled in a past-life

against his dark system. I also shared how (*on YouTube*) even one

other says she noticed he sounds like a genie. I learned, elsewhere,

that winged genies are seen as Dark Ones and jinn (*made up of the

smokeless fire*) and I heard Seraphim are seen as fiery serpents so

that fiery thing may be a literal thing - not just a love for their Lord 🔥

  It is revealed how the winged genies have different looks, that they

  are (*supposedly according to ancient texts*) closely tied to Ea - it

  is Daniel 7:3 vs Daniel 7:6 that may describe Yah as part genie 🪄

I got the nearby images at these links -

1) nearchaeology.blogspot.co

m/2013/02/the-mesopotamian-winged-genius.html

2) en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winged_genie

3) darkcrystalpodcast.com/category/podcast/

It is the above with the head wear, wings, etc vs a pic on our right -

I see how another winged genie is said to look like -

It seems as if they are a number of “the devils” the bible mentions and I see how tDC:AoR (spoilers) says they are from outer space even and that they steal life essences to be eternal - they fear death and I see how Rev shares how “God” is eternal over and over again but also how people (*souls*) are his eternal servants (Rev 22:3) 🤔

heck would he be celebrating like that if many are going to burn 🔥

In John 15, Jesus exposes followers of Rev 22:3 God as unloving!

If any skipped to here, Rev 13:2,3,4 vs Hos 13:4,5,6,7,8 vs Dan 7 🧬

It is interesting how Rev 13:1 says he came from the waters cause I see how he just moved, named water but did not create it in Gen 1!

aka in the beginning, God created the firmament and the dry land

and did he create the crust beneath the surface that he dried off? 🐍

I recall how Pamela Aaralyn claims to have been told -

   * the Arcturians are just one below “Source”

   * the Arcturians are Seraphim

   * that Lucifer and Jesus are two sides of the same coin

   * that Jesus sits on a side of God, Lucifer on the other

It occurs across multiple vids, the pieces have to be put together 🐍

btw, she is not the only one who received certain info above

I know she says to merge with “Source”, I know she changed a lot

It is said by many that Ashtar reveals they were Mary Magdalene!

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I recall how Pamela looked

shocked when Lilith, with Lucifer, spoke of stirring souls in a pot!

false memories likely given by him to help him push an agenda

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Lying Signs and Wonders 🤔 he knew he would be exposed!

an alien, supposedly, said he was forced to - leave or hide 🧬

   allowed to blend in as Jesus, attempted out of desperation

much predictions by him of our future? result of common sense 🧠

   not to mention, he goes out of his way to make a lot of it happen

so Ra in the Law of One? repeating “I Am Ra” aka I Am That I Am?

an EL in many angELs’ names, ELohim, ELites, etc and is?RA,EL!

   more than one Ra, Helel is said to claim to be at least one Ra

I see the MetatrON, KryON thing - I wonder if a pattern is there, too?

many New Agers have beliefs that do not work across a spectrum

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of those who see tOT LORD and tNT Lord as the creator of all -

many see Jesus say God is good, ignore how Yah claims to do evil

bibles, and speakers of tGFoW, RELY ON selective memories 🔥

the “pick and choose” what you prefer to see thing to get followers

that is set up! so if they are accused of saying a

thing, another can state they push the opposite!

btw, tGFoW is pro- censoring on and off speakers’ of theirs pages!

owl statue at Bohemian Grove said to be thirty feet, forty feet

   the sacred number of Sin aka Zeus is 30, of Enki is 40

said that an owl can represent knowledge passed to Minerva 🐍

shapeshift-to-owl, sings “Underground” as if about Inanna here

It is an AliceinWonderland-like film, Satan and inverted reality.

In a beggar scene, Jareth looks and sounds much like a Skeksis.

In that scene, they even make sure to show he has a crystal 🪄

the bible God, Yah Jesus, uses all kinds of threats to try to control us

Is symbolism in Rev more clear, less confusing than it seems?

the Lucifer narrative comes from a verse that claims:

   a dragon forced 1 / 3 of the angels out of heaven

supposed light-no-love Anu rules in the afterlife.. lets elites rule!

   seen in sections 8, 9 and a, b, c, d at least two posts below

Is the bible LORD the dragon? Is this Lucifer story a deception?

If love does not allow one to support eternal torment -

   may as well say eternal torment added via Mandela Effect

  I do not think the Mandela Effect is why it is there, though

  a lot ignore talks of fearful people, unbelievers in Rev 21:8

I mean, if you love your kids... are you saying they deserve torture?

   it is called evil, Exo 32 shows how people can teach Yah lessons

If how I interpret Rev is correct, Rev admits Yah Jesus can lie 🔥

If any try to twist what I wrote - not all that he does is evil, clearly 🙄

many narcissists do that scapegoat vs golden child thing, sick of it!

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choose this thief’s (Rev 16:15, vs John 10:10) wide path

that leads to destruction, well - adultery double meaning

as well 😅 simple match-up, should not be confusing 🧬

I think of what I wrote a bit above the line above, those verses vs

I suspect that 1 John 5:20 is not the “true God” either.

bible bashes the killer-of-firstborns aka innocent blood Yah a lot 🤔

and he “the LORD” does all these things, blind fans cannot see it!

those who follow Yah are unholy, that is a jealous god who is

able to perform lying signs and wonders - many fell for it 😔

   many of them accuse others of being unholy, while many

   of them are so vengeful they get off on Rev 21:8 - these

   haters, not even friends of Jesus as said in John 15:15 vs Rev 22:3

Rev 22:13, Red Colored Words Said by Jesus

one of the multiple times in the bible Jesus is portrayed as God 🙄

but many miss John 1, 1 John 5, Rev 22:13, etc - biasness, what?

those who get off on Rev 21:8, excited about eternal torture? see -

a 2 Thess 2:11,12 bit is likely why they see evil as good vice versa

many cannot agree on what is in the bible, opposing claims are in it

  that a part of that 2 Thess 2:11,12 sent-delusion thing I suspect

     - likely a reason I look delusional to many - bible throws ‘em

If one skipped to the bottom, you definitely should not be judging lol

#one curses land it is black magic and he eats blood sacrifices aka offerings #this being lies about being the highest and he is said to be part robotic too #beast got far more subtle over the years #he cannot keep the truth hidden

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

omggg would you ever write Savory Pt2!?!

I’m not opposed lol. But if you have a specific idea or whatever bout what you’d like to see you can for sure request it

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Spoilery DA2 thoughts brewing since I hit the credits:

even knowing about the rushed development cycle, I find it bizarre how the end of the main plot cobbles together developments that only make sense for a templar-sympathizing Hawke and others that only make sense for mage rights activists. Equal opportunity bafflement, I guess...? eg Orsino's boss fight was the single most random event in the game for me, but at least I didn't get the "you opposed the mage rebellion but your name is still a rallying cry for the rebels for years to come" ending which, lol. No wonder people are pissed at this game

I get the impression that at least in DAO and DA2, the "turncoat apostate twist" lands emotionally if you mostly agree with them and romance them, and leaves you going "...bwuh?" if you don't. At least in my case, I was disappointed by Morrigan leaving after I refused the ritual and felt like the whole thing + DLC was squarely aimed at tugging the heartstrings of people who did the ritual. But then in DA2 romancing Anders and roughly agreeing with him, the whole thing worked for me, roughly speaking? It felt inevitable in a good way, not grating (well, some of the writing was super grating, but I didn't feel any major disconnect from the overall flow of events aside from the Orsino thing), and the flames of rebellion at the end felt cathartic. I'll look into rival Anders scenes on Youtube eventually, but from where I'm standing it feels like if you oppose him, the whole ending is just a big bag of frustration. A further layer of bafflement regarding this is that afaik Morrigan's son is not the main 'Bioware continuity' option, and agreeing with Anders certainly doesn't look like it's Bioware's preferred option either. So: bwuh?

Interesting Anders parallel imho: what he does, he does without resorting to blood magic nor demonic pacts. In fact his "potion of blow up Kirkwall" very much sounds like regular explosives, given how it's made with sulfur and saltpeter: a terrible action, but not technically maleficar business. Compare with Meredith going full eldritch without even being a mage, once she has the means and the necessity to do so. As a great philosopher once put it, "Magic can kill. Knives can kill. Even small children, when launched at very fast speeds, can kill"...

Interesting Anders parallel imho pt2: I think it's poignant that in his very recruitment quest, he and Karl turn to the church as the neutral safe harbor it purports to be. In all the city, they trusted it to be the one haven that would afford them some degree of protection. What he finds there is his former lover begging him to kill him and armed templars primed for a blood bath. SO YEAH I think that is a relevant stepping stone in how things ultimately shake out - he's got it out for that place in particular due to very specific trauma we even see unfold on screen.

#da2 liveblog

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Fics

Train Pt 1 

All My Choices - “All my choices lead to you” prompt

Hot and Cold - He would compliment you one moment, and hurt you the next

Just a Drink - Someone came to hit on you at the bar...

Nothing More - You and him were friends with benefits...and nothing more? NSFW

Remember - You succumb to the thoughts in your head, and he’s there to remind you

Monster - “Why do you have to make me into a monster?” prompt

Snow - You get lost in blizzard and Levi is worried sick

By Your Side - What happens when your cheesy pickup line loving self gets paired with a handsome bodyguard?

Education - You are a poc, and somehow the world will not leave you alone

Counting the Days - Levi just wants to do the do, but his son gets in the way. NSFW

Bows - “I just wanted to be pretty for you” 

Carry a Tune - (LawyerAU) Levi gets jealous.

Never - He broke up with you out of the blue

Alleged Allergies - (LawyerAU) Levi and your cat adoption adventures

Fish - You’re feeding your baby and Levi couldn’t be more supportive

What More Could You Ask For - You and Levi with your kids on a beautiful morning

I Miss Her Too - Your best friend was gone. How could you ever heal?

Tease - (LawyerAU) You have to entertain an important client for the firm...your boyfriend is NOT pleased

Pep Talk - Hanji’s messy cat comes over to meet your cat...what could go wrong?

Next to You - He opens his eyes, and sees you, fast asleep.

Never Expected - He breaks up with you, but you loved him so much. So why?

For the Night - You met his eyes from across the club. Memories that weren't your own swirled in your head. One night of passion ensued. NSFW

Treading Water - You fall into the water after a titan attack. You can’t swim.

Poopyhead - You and Levi’s darling son goes missing one day

The Sham - You were arranged to married to Levi. It was a sham. 

Your Touch - Levi was so so stressed, so you do what you can to help him

Uprising - You loved him so much, but the moment never seemed right

Someone You Loved - He watched as you fell out of love with him

I Wish - Him and you were over months ago. What more could he have to say?

You Weren’t There - You were missing in action for weeks. No way you were still alive. Right?

Mergers and Accusations - (Lawyer AU) Your boyfriend couldn't have leaked your confidential files...could he? 

The Mop Job - Levi, Isabel, and Farlan and Levi’s broken ankle 

Where You Belong - You and Levi were expecting. So what happens when one of you loses their memory?

A Matter of Time - It was only a matter of time before one of you caught feelings

Hold On - There was nothing you wouldn’t do for your sister...who also happened to be Levi’s girlfriend.

Dibs - You sought out Levi for comfort after a breakup

Mirrors - You felt insecure in your body. Levi comforts you

Pumpkin - You tell Levi you’re pregnant against a gorgeous fall background

His Touch - You have a phobia of intimacy, and you thought you were ready to try something new

You Never Liked Her - You stood by Levi through it all. What about your own feelings?

Stressed - You were so stressed over exams, and Levi helps you out

Pet - You were a high ranking demon. And then you met him

Treading Water 2 - he was so glad to have you back and he wanted to show you (tiny bit spicy)

About Damn Time - the other vets act as ScoutWingmen because you and Levi were taking too long

Pointe - Levi finds you alone in the mess hall in the middle of the night. Dancing?

Zoom - the 104th kiddos see a cat...in two zoom calls?

How Many Times? - how many times does Levi have to ask you to be his?

Diamonds - (MafiaAU) Fluff/angst

Just a Trim - haircut with Levi drabble

Whirlybird - domestic drabble

Moot - LawyerAU, nsfw | watching Levi demolish opposing counsel made you feel a certain way...

Headcanons

- Levi’s Ideal s/o - kinda turned imagine/scenario, some nsfw

- Levi with a Med&Science s/o

- Levi with s/o with eating disorder  - tw eating disorder mention

- Levi with a s/o who has a fear of intimacy

- Levi with a s/o who cries after sex - mention of past trauma, fluff, kinda nsfw

- Levi with a s/o who is RIPPED 

- Cheater!Levi with a badass s/o

- Cheater!Levi with a badass s/o PT2 

- Levi when his s/o has a miscarriage (tw) 

- Levi with a smaller male s/o

- Levi with a s/o with narcolepsy 

- Levi with a smaller bratty male sub! s/o NSFW

- Awkward sub!Levi in a relationship - SFW, fluffy af

- Levi when he meets another full Asian girl

- Levi slow dancing with you

- Levi with a dom!male reader

- Levi with a s/o who looks like an angel but is kinda the devil

- Levi with a s/o who likes to laugh/tell jokes

THIRSTY THURSDAYS - NSFW AF Y’ALL. 18+!!!!!!!!

#1  - oral reader receiving | You just wanted to try sitting on his face...

#2 - first time, smut, choking kink | You waited for him to be your first

#3 - Sub!Levi, tied up, slapping | He wanted to prove he could take orders

#4 - Dom!Levi, jealous/possessive, edging | You spent time with Erwin?

#5 - Waxplay, sensation play, edging, dom-ish Levi | You wanted to try this...

#6 - Omegaverse, ModernAU | Your heat was coming and the sauna helped

#7 - Dirty talk, modern AU | You just wanted to watch the dang movie

#8 - Pegging, prostate stimulation, sub!Levi | You wanted to try something...

#9 - public sex, oral, dirty talk | A fun time in the waterpark changeroom

#10 - dirty talk, sex, modernAU | You wanted him to do more than just your taxes

#11 - bathtub sex | Levi saw you training cadets...and oops you’re hot

#12 - Modern AU, dirty talk, name calling, domlevi | You were worried Levi wasn't enjoying himself

#13 - hurt/comfort, comfort sex, fluff | After the [redacted] Levi was worried you were avoiding him 

#14 - jealous/possessive dom!Levi, rough sex, choking, slapping | You got a little carried away squealing over your favourite actor...

#15 - MIKE X READER - daddy kink, size kink | no plot just fucking Mike while calling him daddy

#16 - oral female receiving | He was too busy to give you attention...

#17 - older!reader (31) x Levi (25). No kinks just sex | it had been so long since you were with someone...then you met him

#18 - public-ish sex | you and him were friends with benefits for years. But one day, beneath the stars and against the wall...

#19 - oral, slight voyeurism | you, in a dress. Him under the table...what could go wrong?

#20 - oral, vaginal sex, slight voyeurism | you and levi get walked in on

#21 - touchstarved Levi | just sex no kinks, fluffy

#22 - Eren x Reader, modern AU, soft + sweet, no kinks, fluff

Multi - Chaptered

Abeille: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Not Levi 

Sneakers - Annie x fem!reader - Annie goes to the mall to get a pair of sneakers...what she didnt expect to find was you 

She - Mikasa x fem!reader - You just loved her so much. But she...

#levi x reader #snk levi #levi ackerman #levixreader #masterlist #snk #levi snk #snk x reader #levi ackerman snk #aot #aot fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #levi ackerman fic #levi imagine

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I agree with some of the things about the last question answered but what about the fact that Felecia and Ludde were on a break? I’m not excusing Amies behavior and I think what she did was wrong in terms of girl code and what not but I don’t know, I don’t really feel like the show really does a good job delving into issues? Because of the time they’re given, but yeah. Like I couldn’t feel for some of the characters bc it felt like I just didn’t know them?

Pt2 of the last thing, I guess I also don’t feel bad for Felicia because she was a shitty girlfriend and I feel like a shitty friend as well.

Pt3!! And, and she did the same shit to Jake and was just kind of like let’s forget it so it just feels weird??

First off, thank you for this ask! I’ve been a little busy with school so I haven’t had a lot of time to answer it but I thought I’d get around to doing so now.

I think the whole “they were on a break” thing is very reminiscent of Ross and Rachel’s situation from Friends. People will argue as much as they can about a technicality but even if Felicia and Ludde were “on a break”, that doesn’t make it okay that Ludde and Amie hooked up immediately after. The truth is that Ludde and Amie did something really hurtful to Felicia and then concealed the truth for weeks after.

I actually somewhat agree about the show not really doing a good job of delving into this particular conflict. The writing in season 1 was pretty bad in comparison to season 2, where it did improve but still had some questionable storylines. I actually initially thought that Ludde was too drunk to remember anything from the Halloween incident and that Amie and Klara were the only ones who knew what happened (which would’ve made the situation even more morally difficult). 

Instead it’s kind of left ambiguous and we don’t really know why Ludde would make out with Amie. In Amie’s case we find out she does have feelings for Ludde (which was a whole other mess but don’t get me started on that), but I still don’t understand why Ludde would hook up with Amie when he was moping about Felicia all night. I thought that he had to have been so drunk that he really didn’t remember what he was doing at all, but I guess that wasn’t the case. I don’t know, I never really felt like the Halloween incident made much sense and that they just wrote it in to throw us all off. There wasn’t much thought put behind it, in my opinion.

I definitely understand what you mean about not really feeling sympathy for some characters because there just wasn’t enough time to properly get to know them. Or rather, there was time but the way the writers used that time for the characters wasn’t really well-planned.

I actually hated Ludde with a passion in season 1 because he was honestly a complete douchebag. Ludde let his friends objectify Felicia (which is honestly disgusting, and I’m still not over the fact that no consequences came of that and that the writers just chalked it up to being “locker room talk”). He started a fight with Felicia’s brother when Elias was just trying to protect his sister (and let’s not forget Ludde asked Elias if he got pictures in his head of his SISTER having sex, which was incredibly disturbing). Ludde got incredibly aggressive with Felicia and yelled at her to leave when Felicia mistakenly thought Ludde had told everybody about what happened to her in the U.S. instead of just explaining that there was a misunderstanding like any rational person would. Season 1 Ludde actually has so many red flags and I don’t understand why he was so popular. There’s also the whole thing where Ludde belittled Felicia for having her own issues because according to him “rich people can’t have problems!”. Don’t get me wrong, I like season 2 Ludde, but he was a complete dick in season 1 and he really needed a wake-up call.

That’s why I disagree about Felicia being a shitty girlfriend and friend. On the contrary - Ludde was actually the shitty person in their relationship. They both started the relationship with ulterior motives (Felicia to get back at her dad and Ludde to annoy Elias), but as they got to know each other Felicia started to really like him and it feels like Ludde always managed to do something hurtful to her.

I think Felicia was a really good friend to Amie as well. Felicia is the one who pushed Amie to talk to Tobias and to get her to audition for the school band. Felicia is the one who kick-started Amie’s music career (which ended up with her getting the record deal) and I don’t remember Amie thanking Felicia for that. I never really felt like Felicia was a shitty friend to be honest. Amie on the other hand was the one who ditched Felicia for Klara, and never really defended Felicia.

Felicia did not really cheat on Jack the same way Ludde cheated on her, though. Jack used that as a manipulation tactic to get Felicia to apologize to him when Jack was the one going behind her back. He was never actually bothered by it.

Felicia and Jack did not have an official relationship at that point and were only messing around. As for Ludde cheating, he and Felicia were in a relationship together and he decided to make out with her best friend after one bad fight they had. There were clearly more feelings involved during that incident as opposed to Felicia just having fun in Stockholm.

#eagles-translated asks #eagles svt #svt eagles #i have so many feelings about felicia #but mainly i just wish she wouldn't get so much crap from the writers

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The only reason why I want happy endings in both MTS and AFY is bc there're babies involved who are too small to understand things. there is nothing wrong about being a single parent but the struggles that come with it leaves me to tears. Although i think i see a happy ending for AFY cz of the latest chapter i think I'd have been fine even with them divorcing cz individual happiness too matter and just cz you are a parent doesn't mean otherwise. I have saw numerous couples irl who pt.1

Fight but are together just for the sake of their kids, sacrificing their own happiness to give their child a life where they can enjoy the love of both parents at the same time. But in such situations its better that the mature people solve their issues so that their fights dont affect the mental health of a kid as least when they are too small to understand anything but only learn from what they see. Its nice to see afy couple go therapy and trying to solve their issues with each other pt2.

For MTS again its the same reason i think I'd want a happy ending. My heart is too fragile. I love happy endings and kids and seeing kids with their parents. Even though the mts couple dont end up together i hope they both open up to each other and be colser to each other than they ever were. So when yoojin grows up he's not like well my parents are nice to me but not with each other? Nd I'd want seokjin to divorce not cz he's wifes a bitch and greedy for money, i love riches too pt3.

But bc he's not happy in that relationship and its so good that they dont have a kid together it'd have been so fucked thennn😭 but thank you for writing such good stories. These 2 stories of yours are my current favourite. Others are goooodddd tooo but i thik these have a special spot. This was just my opinion. I dont want you to change the story line or intended to try sooo. This was only the reason why i want happy endings in baby stuffs😭 sry if i offended u n e where. Ur writing is amazing❤

First of all, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me! I really appreciate it, I love reading these long asks!❤️

With AFY, they had bumpy marriage for quite some time but even before the pregnancy happened, there were always minor issues involved like Yoongi’s absence at home and dedication towards the company. Next thing was his mother who just brought even more issues and arguments to their marriage, but it still wasn’t enough for them to get divorce. Then Y/N became pregnant and everything fell down. I really hope the progress and issues in their marriage were well explained in the story, so everyone understands what they’ve been through. But they tried, even though they thought they don’t love each other — the both of them were willing to do a couple therapy. It was a huge step (unfortunately not that many couples can really do it) for them. The events like car accident and loneliness Yoongi felt were just an eye opener for their love. It’s still not the end and just because they said their “i love you’s” it doesn’t mean anything can’t go wrong now. There is still some unfinished “business”.

The funny thing is, I couldn’t really read angst stuff since I used to be very emotional about it and whenever there was a sad ending, it didn’t settle with me well, so I was avoiding those kind of stories. But then I started to write them myself, nothing too drastic (I hope), I just wanted to write about real stuff and struggles something that people can relate to. And I’ve understood that those kind of stories can’t go without angst. Although, I prefer happy endings, I’m not opposed to sad ones.

Again, thank you so much for sharing this with me❤️ I had such a fun time reading it❤️

#ask: anon

[that-lame-ghoul9000]

Transfered Pt2 to my Google drive so I could write faster from my computer as opposed to in my notepad on my phone. WHY WONT IT STOP DOUBLE SPACING EVERYTHING 🥴🥲

#like why

[bts-is-my-life-as-always]

A small walk on the beach. Pt3

Pairing: jungkook X reader

Genre: angst and fluff

Warning: just in general again cause I can’t be assed to name these.

Parts:  pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8  

(Also forgot to give Credits to gif owners in like other posts so I’ll do that here: Credits to all gif owners)

Everyone said they understood, like hell they do, even his hyungs felt like a bunch of strangers just simply sympathising with him to get his mind off of you just for a second, but each time they tried, jungkook screamed at them to stop treating you like you were dead, it was your death anniversary today and he refused to do anything, he didn’t want to eat, talk, or even breathe, he just wanted to be with you, some nights he’d scream at you, he’d scream and cry and whine at you in his dreams, or nightmares what should I call this now? the more I make him dream of you the more he’s going to suffer so I guess it is a nightmare, but some nights he just hugged you and apologised endlessly, thinking your death was a cruel nightmare but really his nightmares were hugging you.

It took you 2 years, 2 years to wake up from the deep sleep that you went under, when you woke up, you could hardly open your eyes, completely immobile from lying for so long, the first person you saw was a man, a man that looked more happy to see you open your eyes than you were happy to open your eyes, it would be cruel of me to put you and jungkook through more trials, but I wouldn’t be me without that, so here I am wiping your memories clean of any traces of jungkook, any love that you used to feel, completely gone.

It took you 2 months to rehabilitate and learn how to walk, learn how to use the toilet by yourself, or simply just move your hands from one side to another, the man that had been smiling at you told you that he was your boyfriend, it was okay if you didn’t remember anything so he told you his name, kim changmin, it didn’t ring a single bell in your mind, but you trusted him, because really if he was a complete stranger then why was he so happy to see you, right?

It felt like it was the first time that you felt happiness, the first time you felt free, you were genuinely smiling, sure not at jungkook but at yourself, after another month you completely believed that changmin was your boyfriend, he told you stories of your first date, and how you wanted a big family with him, he never actually told you how you ended up in a 2 year coma, but then again you never tried to get it out of him, thinking it was because it hurt him so much to talk about, each time you brought it up he said he couldn’t repeat what happened to you, and that you not having that part of your memory was for your best interest.

If by love they mean someone you can trust, someone you can confide in, someone who just wants to help you through this cruel world then it would be changmin and your relationship, when he first bought you to a home where you apparently lived with him, you didn’t question him because it smelt all too familiar, your clothes were hanging and photos of people you used to be close with hanging and a photo of you and changmin together smiling, your mind never ever doubted him, not even once.

After 6 months of just being home and visiting the hospital for frequent checkups you were now allowed to work again, changmin opposed of the idea saying

“I don’t want to see you hurt again” or

“You don’t have to work, we’re doing just fine”

But when you kept pestering him, he said fine and told you to just do something that didn’t require you fainting, so you told him you wanted to become a makeup artist for a kpop group, he thought about it but nothing about it seemed harmful so you were free to go to the interview, fortunately enough you passed the interviews and the longest process of being hired, they had this stupid rule where you couldn’t work there if you weren’t married or engaged, says “it keeps scandals from rising” you thought inwardly isn’t dating someone else enough, and who says married women can’t get a divorce? like Your not that type of person, but you guessed other women were, you were so nervous for your first day of work, maybe it would be safe to say you were slightly shitting yourself, you kept rehearsing how you would or should introduce yourself,

“Hello my name is y/n starting from today I will be joining you?” No you thought too scripted,

“Hi I’m y/n I’m here to do everyones makeup?” No you thought sounds too silly, you shook your head and your whole body wanting to rid of the feeling of nervousness, your constant talking woke your boyfriend up, today was his day off, he walked over towards you and pressed a light kiss on the back of your neck,

“Good morning? Is it your first day today?” You chuckled lightly and nodded, he sighed a little, “can’t you stay with me? Just today? I’m going to be all alone” you turned around to face him and whispered, “You know I can’t do that, I’m afraid today your going to have to spend time alone” you said while caressing his face, this small interaction also felt way too familiar, but the feeling and structure of his face didn’t, but you brushed it off, maybe because you were gone for so long? He smiled and spinned you back around placing a small necklace with a ring around it, you gasped at its beauty and turned around to face him again,

“Omg, you didn’t have to do that for me, you’ve already given me everything”. “I know, but I just wanted everyone there to know that your mine and your taken” you smiled and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and almost jumped out your skin,

“I’m sorry I have to go now or I’m going to be late on my first day, have fun, oh and I left food in the fridge don’t starve yourself because I’m not here, bye I love you” you said without second thought, it just seemed so natural.

Arriving at the front of the building of where the concert would start soon, you took your staff pass out and walked in through the back way, you first visited the makeup and clothing holding station, where each group had a small station to keep their extra things out the way of their dressing rooms, you found a booth that was labelled as bts, and walked towards it and towards your superior, he assigned you to a member called jungkook, he was still young so he didn’t need much just his eye makeup and bits and bobs that went well with his stage outfits, “So were sort of really busy right now, so your going to have to introduce yourself later, but for now just say your a new makeup artist assigned to him and he’ll be fine with it” you nodded and walked towards their changing room, as soon as you opened the door and peeked through, the once loud and noisy room became still and quiet, as everyone looked at you like they saw a ghost and looking around to the corner where jungkook was sitting.

His hair had just been styled you could tell, he looked so exhausted and tired, his ears were covered by his earphones, he didn’t care who it was that Just entered, it didn’t matter to him anymore, while all the others kept staring, you thought maybe because you didn’t introduce yourself, but as soon as one of the backstage workers came in and said 2 hours until live, everyone just went back to what they were doing you could tell eyes were still on you, but you chose to ignore it, you slowly walked over to the boy that sat in the corner by himself, you tapped on his shoulder and he just sat up slightly as if to say Just do whatever you have to and leave me alone, you sat on one of the stools close by, he was too slouched for you to be able to work standing, at least not stably and that would be a nightmare to get off, by the time you put on his eyeliner you were really close to him without knowing, still he hadn’t opened his eyes, you couldn’t see what his make up truly looked like on him, so the frustrated and annoyed you pulled his earphones out and asked him nicely,

“Can you please open your eyes, I can’t see if the make up suits you or not” he sighed a little too loud, you would’ve beat him to death if you weren’t younger than him and not only that you had to be professional, but as soon as his eyes opened it widened to a size that you thought would’ve been impossible, the same look that everyone was giving you still thinking it was because you were new you decided to break the thick ice that was in the air, “Everyone’s been looking at me like you today, like do I look dead to you? Or is it because I’m new and no one here knows how to introduce themselves without being rude” you were half talking to yourself but also trying to hint at jungkook to stop looking at you like that, as you went to fix the shape of his brows a tiny bit, he held onto your hands, making you jump a little and stare at him, as he informed you biting back his tears and fears,

“Because you were y/n, what are you talking about? I’m so confused, you died, we held your funeral and now your here, I told everyone that you weren’t dead and no one believed and now they see you here, that’s why their looking at you like that” He looked down at the ground and just started to let everything out while still holding onto your hands, lightly.

Fuck this shit............why am I so cruel, I could’ve just ended it with a simple you woke up and looked for his ass and lived happily ever after with him, but again, that’s not me, hope you enjoyed this part of a small walk on the beach and look forward to the next part, thanks for reading and my requests are open, I just won’t be writing ones that I don’t truly get pulled towards to write so hope you don’t mind.

Love you all and 바이~~~~

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