#'the tub is a Very Large Sink' and I was just like. :O

[lurkiestvoid]

If you're like me and struggle with pain and spoons, and the dishes keep piling up to an unholy level, may I recommend: Throw Those Fuckers In The Tub.

I get to sit down while doing the dishes (we don't have a stool tall enough for the kitchen sink) and I can soak all of them at once in very hot water, reducing the number of batches it takes to one (1). I can lean back/adjust as needed and I'm not stuck in the One Half-Bent Position that causes me extreme back pain just to be able to reach the sink, and I can lean my weight on the edge of the tub to let it do most the work of holding me up.

I just put all the dishes in an empty tote and dragged it into the bathroom, took like three trips but they're all soaking now. I cleaned the kitchen counter and sink, and already feel so much better just having that grossness out of the kitchen.

And later I'm going to drastically downsize the amount of dishes by either giving them away/donating or tossing them, it's just easier to do that (for me) when they're clean. fewer dishes might mean quicker pileups but those piles will be SO much smaller and less overwhelming to deal with.

I do also recommend countertop dishwashers that hook to the sink, they're fairly cheap and do work well. We have one, just haven't been able to use it bc the kitchen tap leaks quite a lot, and fixing that too extremely low priority to be budgeted. So we're stuck handwashing for now.

Anyways just a periodic reminder that there are no rules, and to do things in whatever way is easiest for you and your situation

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Glorious 1838 manor in Birmingham, Michigan has been completely remodeled and given some interesting touches. 4bds, 8ba, $3,999,900.

It has the original side hall entrance- the wainscoting and woodwork have been painted white to brighten and freshen it up.

The formal living room is lovely and has a pretty fireplace. It's open and airy.

Love the dining room. It looks like it's in a conservatory and also has a fireplace.

But, this home has 2 sun rooms. They use this one as an informal dining room.

This is actually the sitting room off the main hall, but they have it set up as an office, so that it's convenient if they have clients coming here.

This is actually the formal dining room. I wouldn't use both sunrooms as dining rooms, though.

This sunporch is being used as an office.

The kitchen is spacious and cute. Love the sink and the checkered tile- that's different.

The kitchen eating area. Looks like they may have opened up the old pantry.

Huge family room.

Love the large, light-filled primary bedroom.

Brand new bath. The bunny wallpaper is one of my favorites and it's very expensive- notice how much of they used in here.

Love this blue striped paper. Wouldn't change a thing.

And, this beautiful room mirrors the primary. Lovely.

Note that when you've got money, the expensive animal wallpaper multiplies. This is gorgeous.

The 4 bedrooms are all beautiful and all 8 baths are new. Love the sink in this one, plus a vintage tub.

Now, here we have a family room w/steps down to a basketball court.

And, what good is a basketball court w/o an industrial style water fountain just like school?

There's also a half bath.

Grand hang out space.

Alongside the court is a home gym.

You can't really see the property b/c of the snow, but it has an inground pool, decks, patios, etc. and measures 2.38 acres.

[whump-me-all-night-long]

Midsummer Nightmare

AI-less Whumptober Day 6: Mind Control

Masterlist

TW: fae whumper, human whumpee, mind control, captivity, a bit o' pet whump

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Arne rose to consciousness slowly, as if he were wading through a thick pool of mud. Darkness seemed to cling to him, reluctant to let him go from its grasps. His memory was hazy, his thoughts indecipherable, his mind resistant to awareness.

Vaguely, he could tell his head was lying on something soft, a thick, fluffy pillow. Had he overslept again? If he was late again, he could very well lose his work. And then how could he take care of his family?

That thought sent his eyes wide open, his body bolting upright in the large canopy bed he found himself in.

Blinking groggily, Arne frowned, looking around. What was he doing here? And where exactly was ‘here’?

He found himself in a large, elegant bedroom. The head of his bed was pressed against the middle of one wall, a large vanity with a gilded mirror and ornately carved backless chair was on the wall opposite him, a couch that seemed to be made of velvet was pressed against another wall, with a bookcase filled with leather-bound tomes next to it. There were three separate doors that Arne could see: one was on the same wall with the couch that appeared to lead into a washroom, if the white marble and claw-foot tub were any indication, one was opposite that door and it seemed to be a small balcony, the door cracked open slightly allowing sunlight to filter in as gauzy curtains swayed slightly from the breeze. The final door was the only one that was closed and it was made of a rich, dark wood with golden gilding marking out intricate designs.

As he looked around, Arne wracked his brain for what could have possibly led him here. He remembered the woods, attempting to hunt, his bounty being pitifully small.

The doe.

That golden-haired stranger.

Ikalos.

Eyes widening and throat constricting, Arne rapidly scrambled out of the bed, struggling to get out due to the number of sheets and blankets atop him and the thick mattress sinking beneath his weight. Finally, he made it to the edge, all but tumbling out.

As he stood on shaking legs, Arne noticed that his clothes had been… replaced? Although he was not sure that what he was currently wearing could even be considered clothing. A thin white shift hung on his bony frame, with a wide neckline, showing his protruding collarbones, and ending a little above his knees. His feet were bare.

As Arne looked around, bewildered, the glint of the door handle turning caught his eyes, and he scrambled back against the far wall, imagining he did not look unlike that doe that he had shot.

The door swung open on silent hinges, and the sunlight reflected off that golden hair as Ikalos stepped inside, smoothly shutting the door behind him.

Arne stiffened, distrust evident in his eyes. “Where am I? What did you do to me?”

Ikalos let out a low chuckle, the sound sending goosebumps down Arne’s spine. “Relax, my dear,” he said, in that same strange lilt. “All will be answered in due time. Please, don’t worry yourself over such trivial matters.” He glided forward, until he was only inches away from Arne, who felt his back straightening almost impossibly more. Ikalos raised a single hand, his fingers unnaturally long and thin, and gently rubbed in between Arne’s eyebrows with two fingers. “You’ll give yourself wrinkles if you keep frowning like that. And you’re such a young beauty too, it would be a shame to throw that away prematurely.”

“Please,” Arne said softly, weakly. “Just let me go. I- I don’t have anything valuable, I’m not worth this sort of effort. Please, just let me go home.”

Ikalos moved his hand downward, so that he was cupping Arne’s cheek softly, rubbing circles with his thumb in what was presumably a comforting manner. “Oh, my dear, you are truly something valuable. You are most definitely worth this effort, and more. And now, my sweet free bird, that I’ve caught you, you won’t be going anywhere for quite some time.”

Shaking his head slightly, Arne shifted, futilely trying to put space in between them. “Why are you doing this?” he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Chuckling softly, Ikalos dropped his hand and took a step back. “Why?” he repeated, arching a brow. “Because I could. Because I wanted to. Because I was bored and you, oh, you just looked so… delectable, out there in the forest.”

Arne’s breath caught in his throat, and he desperately lashed out, shoving Ikalos away with all his strength before making a mad dash towards the balcony door.

He wasn’t quite sure what he was planning to do, once he got there. Maybe he could jump, if he wasn’t too high up. Anything was better than being trapped against the wall with that, that creature.

Behind him, Ikalos straightened, running a hand down the imperceptible wrinkles in his clothing. “Arne,” he called, voice shifting, “Arne, stop.”

Midstep, Arne’s body did as commanded and froze, leaving him stuck with one foot hanging in the air and both his hands stretched out wide to the side. All Arne could do was dart his eyes frantically around as his chest heaved.

Soft, smooth footsteps warned him of Ikalos’ approach, but he was utterly helpless, unable to move in even the slightest way.

As Ikalos stood in front of him, Arne could tell there was something different about him. Everything about him just seemed… sharper, somehow. Arne couldn’t really explain it. Most notably, though, was the way his golden irises seemed to be liquid, shifting and spilling over within itself. Arne highly suspected that if he were capable of movement right now, his legs would most likely give out from under him, pure fear soaking into his bones.

Ikalos clicked his tongue, shaking his head in faux disappointment. “Tsk, tsk, Arne. I thought you were smarter than that. How stupid are you, that you thought you could outrun me?”

Arne felt tears swelling in his eyes, causing him to blink hastily, which only sent salty droplets dripping down his face. His tongue felt as though it had an anvil pressing down on it, rendering him mute.

Ikalos ran a light hand through Arne’s hair, in a mockery of comfort. “You really are just another stupid, pathetic human, aren’t you?” His grip turned cruel as he fisted a chunk of Arne’s hair, bending his head at a near-painful angle. “Aren’t you so fortunate to have someone as kind as me to take care of you? Aren’t you?”

Arne could only stare up into those otherworldly golden eyes, tears continuing to pour down his face.

Ikalos wrenched his head to the side. “Aren’t you?!” he repeated. “Thank me! Now!”

All of a sudden, Arne’s tongue felt as if it were light as a cloud, but before he could control it, his mouth was already moving. “Thank you, Ikalos, for taking care of me.” His voice sounded strange to his own ears, lifeless and dull, no inflection in it.

Ikalos rolled his eyes in disgust before tossing Arne carelessly away from him, sending him tumbling into the corner, knocking the breath out of him and leaving him sprawled out on the floor, gasping heavily. “You may move again,” Ikalos said, almost bored, and with his words, Arne’s body came back under his control, and he curled up into the fetal position, staring up at the creature before him with loathing burning in his eyes.

Squatting before him, Ikalos chuckled, roughly petting his head, only frowning when Arne flinched away from him. “Pet, you are not allowed to move away from me.” He sighed. “I really ought to start training you right away, shouldn’t I?” He smiled down at Arne, who had frozen at the command, although this time, he could tell it was from his own will, not from the otherworldly compulsion Ikalos appeared to possess.

Swallowing, Arne looked up at him, relieved to see his eyes had returned to their normal appearance, no more swirling gold in them. “Please,” he begged, allowing all the desperation and fear he had to shine through. “Please, sir, good sir, just let me go. I will pay whatever ransom you desire. I will do whatever you request of me, just allow me to lea-”

His words were abruptly cut off as a painful slap sent his head cracking to the side, causing his neck to immediately begin to ache. A throbbing, burning pain flooded his cheek, slowly traveling to encompass his whole face. He gasped, reaching up one hand to cup his beet-red skin, eyes once again flooding with tears.As if nothing had happened, Ikalos resumed his methodical stroking of Arne’s hair. “Aw, pet,” he said condescendingly. “You’re mine now. There’s nothing that will cause me to let you go. You are mine.”

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[wellthebardsdead]

Follow up from my last post here

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Henwen: *sheepishly walking to the communal bath, expecting an actual bath instead to find a stream flowing freely from a collapsed wall in a large cavern behind the sleeping arrangements* I… *looks around to see nobody nearby before walking to the water and stripping down putting his foot in and recoiling* g-gods that’s freezing-

*sighs and quickly cleans himself as fast as he can before frantically drying off and pulling on his night shirt and robe*

Ondolemar: *suddenly hurries in and looks down the stairs to see him gathering his things* Henwen! This is where the guards bathe! Did that old fool not even tell you where your bathing arrangements are?!

Henwen: *jumps a little and looks up at him, floor length hair now muddy at his feet from dragging on the ground* h-he told me it’s down the hall and stairs past the bedrooms.

Ondolemar: *pulls his hood back rubbing his face and shorn hair in annoyance* I’m going to be having a chat with him later. *sighs* no my prince. Come along, I’m certain you’d enjoy having an actual bath instead of splashing in a stream like a bird. *holds out his hand*

Henwen: *walks up the stairs to him, his hair and robe dragging on the steps as he climbs his way up before taking his hand* thank you…

Ondolemar: *thinking he’s still very tired and spooked from seeing what became of his people earlier today, nods gently leads him out of the cavern and back up the hall to a room near his bedroom* in here, everything you need is inside.

Henwen: *peers in to see a tub and shower all made with dwemer craftsmanship, and around it stacks of varying soaps, towels and more* oh! *steps inside before stepping back out and bowing to him politely* thank you. *walks back in and closes the door*

Ondolemar: *visibly blushing at the cute gesture, clears his throat and walks off to finish his duties for the day*

*in the bathroom*

Henwen: *sighs sinking into the tub after spending a good 5 minutes attempting to figure out how to even fill it to the correct temperature* …Taliesin would flip if he saw this. *smiles thinking about his friends, wondering how Tali is doing with Lydia and the kids, how the kids are handling him being away, how Lucien is in dumsbathar, how inigo is going with tracking down Kaidan, and Kaidan himself-* o-ohh- *chokes back a sob as his heart hurts again* Kaidan… *sobs openly thinking of that night again, and worrying if Kaidan is okay, or if he’s ever coming back again* I-I should have listened to you kaidan- *sniffles hugging onto the edge of the tub and crying into his arms* m-my people are all monsters now, I’m so far away from home, and now you’re g-gone… I’m all alone…

*a few hours and a thorough bath later*

Henwen: *in his room brushing out his hair in the mirror, wishing he could tap it and have Delvins face show up in it like a bald cockney fairy god mother to give him advice* what’s the point in pretending to be frightened and helpless to get information when I already am frightened and helpless?… *sighs and sets the brush down before shedding his robe leaving himself only in his long night shirt, now just looking at himself in the mirror* farkas lied to me… *looks at his small almost dainty frame beneath the shirt and his surprisingly delicate hands despite his harsh life* I haven’t gained any muscle at all… *sighs thinking about Kaidan again, how easily he could lift him, how easy it was for him to shield him from danger, and how frightened he was to the point of anger over him risking his safety by coming here* I really am weak… *sniffles and rubs his eyes trying not to cry again before almost jumping out of his seat as a knock sounds at the door* H-hello?

Thalmor guard: *muffled from outside the door* Young prince? I have your dinner, Ondolemar is busy at the moment he requested I bring you your meal. He does not trust the court wizard with your nutrition.

Henwen: *gets up and hurries to the door as he pulls on his robe before peering out then up to see the guard holding a tray with several dishes on it* oh th-thank you- *opens the door to take it only for them to pass by him and sit it down on the table before pulling out the chair for him* I?

Thalmor guard: *looking at him perplexed as he stands there looking cute and confused* Come, sit, it’s getting cold little one.

Henwen: I?… *walks over and looks at the chair before sitting on it and jumping a little as he’s pushed in further than expected*

Thalmor guard: *suddenly lays a napkin over his lap and fixes his hair out of the way before bowing and leaving, closing the door quietly as they exit*

Henwen: *sitting there perplexed* …I don’t recall that being part of Taliesins etiquette lessons. *looks at the food and quietly tucks in, thinking about Kaidan at first before his mind slowly drifts to Ondolemar, wondering why he refers to him as a prince when at first he seemingly perceived anything or anyone other than a high elf as lower than him. Or why he’s instant on caring for his needs… why he’s so protective…* …he could be a good candidate… I’d be safe with him… I can get information too on the inner workings of the thalmor but… *feels his heart ache thinking of Kaidan* what if he comes back to me?…

*a few more hours later*

Henwen: *sitting on his bed doing his reading practices Taliesin had set him, wanting to impress him when he gets home. Feeling greatful to have a plush mattress now rather than sleeping on a stone slab* okay, paragraph 5 on page- khajiit have what on their what now?!

Thalmor guard: *knocks and enters to collect his empty dishes* oh you’re still up little prince.

Henwen: y-yes I’m doing my reading practices.

Thalmor guard: hm, I’ll inform my superior. *gathers the plates onto the tray again*

Henwen: u-um, Maam?

Thalmor guard: yes your highness?

Henwen: why, is everyone referring to me as a prince? Like I’m, royalty?

Thalmor guard: well, because you’re an endling. The last known living soul of your race. By all rights, you are royalty for that fact alone.

Henwen: *ears pointing down being reminded he’s alone and of what had happened to his people* o-oh… okay… thank you…

Thalmor guard: … *gently pats his hair* I can’t imagine how upsetting it must feel knowing what you do now. But rest assured, the dominion will provide for you. *bows slightly* goodnight little prince. *walks out and closes the door*

Henwen: *sighs and closes his book* … *sighs and lays down, too tired and too depressed to bother keeping his eyes open any longer* the dominion provides… maybe they’ll be my best chance for survival… for now…

*Meanwhile*

Kaidan: *sitting drunk in the tavern in ivarstead, drinking his guilt away but only bringing himself more as he remembers sitting at the table next to his, Henwen trying alcohol for the first time and spitting it back out, his laugh as he told him stories, how sweetly he asked him to teach him how to read* gods… I’m an idiot…

Inigo: *suddenly sits beside him after tailing him all this way* I know you are. It is time to stop feeling sorry for yourself and come home my friend.

Kaidan: *hiccups* inigo? The fock are you doing here?

Inigo: I came to bring you home. Wendy is heart broken over what you did and you need to apologise to him.

Kaidan: he’s better off without me- *hiccups* I’m a focking coward, I couldn’t even set my fear aside to help him with something important to him and instead I- *hiccups* I made him cry.

Inigo: his body was covered in bruises from where he fell when you pushed him…

Kaidan: I didn’t mean to push him I just… *grips his tankard and sobs* I hurt the most important person in the world to me- *buried his face into his arms* I didn’t mean to push him over-

Vilkas: *walks into the inn after tracking Kaidan all the way there, immediately spotting him and inigo from across the room* Ah hell. *walks over and pulls Kaidan up to his feet* Pull yourself together pup. It’s a long walk back to whiterun!

Inigo: I’ll go gather his things.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 10

*Warning: Adult Content*   

That night Noah Hunter made spaghetti with meat sauce, a simple, easy dish and put the leftovers on a plate in the fridge for Ambrose Thorne to re-heat when he pleased. 

Of Thorne himself, Noah saw nothing, which was fine by him.

After his accidental trip down memory lane that morning, he'd spent the rest of the day carefully focused on the present.

He explored the house, took Dougal for a walk along the river, washed some windows and aired out several rooms. 

In the process he'd discovered that Thorne was right, he hadn't been keeping up on the place and Noah had his work cut out for him.

To be honest, he don't really mind. 

It gave him something to d, something physical that demands little thought. 

By evening, he’s pleasantly exhausted and after enjoying a rather long bath in an enormous claw-foot tub, take myself to bed.

He rises early from a mercifully dreamless sleep and heads downstairs to start a pot of coffee. 

It's still dark, sunrise an hour off yet and the house is steeped in a cool, pervasive silence.

Dane Hunter might think the house is creepy but to Noah it just seems peaceful, restorative, even. 

As he traverses the hall and then descend the stairs, Noah notices Thorne's jacket hanging by the door. 

He must have got home some time in the night, after his late shift at the animal hospital. 

There was no sign of Dougal and Noah wonders if he slept in Thorne's room.

In the kitchen he sets the coffee brewing and then examined the contents of the fridge. 

Thorne had told him, he was welcome to whatever he had on hand, at least until he had a chance to do some shopping of his own and he settles on eggs, bacon and home-made hash browns. 

The last two could be reheated easily enough if Thorne wanted some when he woke up. 

It seemed he'd enjoyed the spaghetti, at least, judging from the dirty dishes he found in the sink. 

Frowning, Noah washed and put them away. 

It was far too early to be getting annoyed at the habits of his new 'housemate' he knew and beside that, he had no right to do so, it was his house, after all.

There's a small dining area attached to the kitchen, a sort of 'breakfast nook,' he supposes, or maybe it's where the servants would be expected to eat, with a simple rectangular table just large enough to seat six with the chairs very close. 

Noah wonders if Thorne eats here, or if he prefers the formal dining room, eating alone at the head of the long table.

He has just sat down with a cup of hot coffee and a plate of crispy bacon, browned potatoes and fried eggs, when Thorne himself appears.

He must be one of those monsters who doesn't need much sleep.

He's dressed in loose cotton pants, a t-shirt and a tartan robe and looks very much the lord of the manor, tall, pale and imposing, with his curling auburn hair spread over his shoulders in artful disarray.

"Good morning," Ambrose Thorne says, moving to pour himself a cup of coffee. 

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thanks. Er...yourself?" Noah returns, setting down my fork.

He lifts a shoulder in a half shrug and casts a glance at the food remaining in the pans. 

"No eggs?"

"Oh... I didn't know you'd be up so soon," Noah says. 

No one likes a re-heated egg. 

Ambrose slides the bacon and hash browns onto a plate and pulls out the chair on the side to Noah’s left.

"Ah, you have two I see. Share?" he asks, eyeing my eggs.

"O-Of course," Noah agrees automatically, mostly because he's already reached across him and snagged one with his fork, lifting it to his own plate.

"Over easy," Ambrose comments. 

"Just the way I like."

He winks and one side of his mouth lifts in a smile that could just as easily be a smirk.

"Plans for the day?" he asks, digging in.

"Oh...er, n-no. At least, not until later tonight."

He raises his brows, nibbling a piece of bacon and inviting Noah to say more.

"I'm meeting with my brother and his... his partner... to discuss a case."

"Case? Your brother's a lawyer, then?

""N-No," Noah stammers. 

"He's a d-detective. A p-private detective."

Thorne pauses mid-sip, watching Noah over the rim of his coffee cup. 

"You stutter when you're nervous," Ambrose states.

"S-Sorry," Noah says and bite the inside of my cheek. 

"An old habit, I guess."

"Don't be sorry," he replies, still watching him. 

"I find it's rather sweet."

Noah feels his face flush but fortunately his complexion doesn't lend itself to fiery blushes and he hopes he doesn't notice the extra color in his cheeks.

"Are you always nervous or is it just me?" Ambrose asks around a bite of food, regarding Noah with detached interest.

Now anger adds heat to his already burning embarrassment and Noah takes a slow, careful bite of food. 

It's much too early in the morning for verbal sparring, as far as he’s concerned and for that matter it seems like Ambrose should be thanking him for making him breakfast instead of insulting the state of his nerves.

Noah chews and swallows and infuriatingly, Ambrose continues to watch him, clearly waiting for an answer. 

He decides to be honest, honesty makes people uncomfortable and maybe if he turns his raw candor back on himself, he'll leave him alone.

Noah takes a deep breath. 

"No, it's not you," he says quietly, wiping his mouth on a linen napkin and sitting back in his chair. 

"I've always been... reserved... and uncomfortable in social situations. Especially with strangers. I had a bad stutter as a child, which didn't help, but I overcame it, eventually. It only comes back now when I'm... stressed."

"Moving is stressful, aye," Ambrose agrees, thankfully turning his attention back to his plate. 

"What's brought that on, by the way?"

"The move?"

"Mm," Ambrose nods, his mouth full.

"I lost my job," Noah says, hardening his voice to keep it steady. 

"And my home and my... partner."

He’s not sure what else to call Thomas Flynn. 

In retrospect, he wasn't really Noah’s 'boyfriend' or my 'lover.' 

They never went out in public together as a couple or even spent time together outside of home. 

At the time, Noah hadn't really noticed how odd that was because he was happy enough to stay in. 

Now he realizes it was because Thomas hadn't wanted to be seen with him.

"Ah... a breakup," Thorne says, not unsympathetically. 

"You or her?"

Meaning whose fault, Noah gathers, who takes another deep breath before he answers. 

He’s not interested in hiding who he is, other than the fact that he’s a Wolf, that is and if Thorne doesn't like it, the sooner he knows the better.

"Him," Noah says.

Thorne doesn't say anything and when Noah looks up, he finds him looking at him with one eyebrow raised, head tilted slightly back, staring down the bridge of his long nose. 

That same, smirk-like half-smile twists one side of his face.

"His loss, I take it?" he says.

"Not really," Noah mumbles, turning his attention back to his food, though it no longer interests him.

The only thing Thomas had lost was Noah’s affection and respect and those were clearly nothing he'd miss.

When Noah looks up again, Thorne is still watching him, but his expression has lost its sharp edge. 

His amusement is gone, replaced by something more thoughtful and dark, his eyelids half lowered and the shape of his mouth at rest.

"Perhaps a fresh start is just the thing you need," he says thoughtfully. 

"Though I can't give you much advice in that department. I'm something of a 'confirmed bachelor,' myself, as they used to say, though I've little more interest in the lads than the lasses, to be quite honest. Perhaps it's my nature, or perhaps I haven't yet 'found the one' as it were. Regardless, I prefer my own company... in most ways."

His smirk returns and a flicker of red-brown fire lights his eyes.

Noah blinks and looks away, taking a too-large gulp of coffee and then barely managing not to choke.

"Well..." Ambrose rises abruptly, pushing back his chair with a scrape and clatter of wood against the flag-stone floor. 

"It's back to bed for me. It was only the smell of breakfast that lured me out. Good luck with your 'case,' whatever that may be. Oh, and... if you could have dinner out before you leave, I'd much appreciate it. I've got another evening shift tonight."

He throws Noah a wink and departs without another word, leaving his dishes on the table. 

Noah stares at them a moment, wondering what he ought to do. 

If he leaves them as they are, the remnants of egg will dry and probably never come off but he doesn't want to start a bad habit of cleaning up after him.

After thinking about it for far too long, he gathers up both their plates and carries them to the sink.

The day passed pleasantly enough. 

He cleaned a bit, making a special effort to clear out the fireplace in the living room, which had been boarded up.

The house is a strange mix, he finds, some things appear clean and regularly used, while others look like they belong in a Shirley Jackson novel.

As it nears time for Noah to leave, he wavers. 

On the one hand, Thorne's presumption that he’s 'making dinner' at all, rubs him the wrong way (he’s actually planning to eat at Dane and Julian's Cottage) but on the other hand, we've only known each other a few days and in that very short time he's given him quite a lot. 

The least he can do is cook him a meal.

The problem is, he doesn't know what he likes.

In the end, Noah makes some chicken piccata and a salad and leave it in the fridge. 

If he doesn't like it, he can find his own dinner and Noah will eat it himself for next day's lunch.

Around four, he departs, leaving Dougal outside in the yard, as Thorne suggested he does.

‘You'd think a perk of being a werewolf would be the ability to speak to dogs but it's not.’ 

Noah can only look Dougal in his soft brown eyes and tell him to be a good boy as he pats his head (or what he can reach of it in the confines of his cone) and try not to look back as he walks to my car, his tragically lonesome gaze fixed on his back as I go.

[helpimhyperfixating]

Merman Jotaro living in Y/N's house. He stays in either the tub or in the backyard pool, or in an inflatable kiddie pool in the living room where's he's mesmerized by the TV

Stay - Mer! Jotaro x Reader

Word Count: 3589

Never in a million years did you expect your life to take a turn like this. You met and befriended a Merman a few months ago. He demanded that you return to him regularly - which you did. All in all, it was already crazy to think about. But then fall came and going to the beach was starting to get colder and colder. The merman - Jotaro - he didn’t seem fazed by the chill, you however, didn’t much like the cold water and breeze that accompanied visiting your local sea shark.

So, you explained that it was getting a bit cold for you to come this often and stay so long, saying you would come a little less but when spring and summer came around, you would gladly come every other day maybe even every day again.

Little did you know, a certain merman was not happy with that.

So here you now stood, in your garage, with a fucking massive Mer in the back of your pickup truck.

“Jotaro what the fuck!?” You nearly screamed when you saw him casually sitting in the back.

“Don’t be noisy.” Jotaro snarled back and you slapped his tail that was within your reach.

“I’ll be as noisy as I want! What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Good grief, isn’t it obvious?” He questioned and you splayed your arms out in disbelief, clearly stating that- no it wasn’t!

This ticked him off a little cause, were you really that dumb? Could you not see Jotaro had been trying to court you for weeks? And then you had the gal to say you were going to leave him and then get mad when he followed?! The fucking nerve.

When you didn’t get an answer and only had a silent death stare directed at you (as if that was supposed to explain things) you sighed loudly.

“Okay. Guess this is a thing now. You’re looking dry, so we need to get you in some water, come on.” Walking over to the back of your pick up, you unhooked the latches and opened the back, allowing for a flat surface for Jotaro to slip off.

After getting off with a loud smack, Jotaro started tiger crawling into your house. Looking around curiously as to all the new things he was seeing. So this is where you lived whenever you went away from him?

“C’mon keep going, you have to get up the stairs.” You spoke from behind him and he looked back at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Stairs?”

“Yeah. That, right there.” You pointed at the staircase leading to your second floor that sat to the right. “I’ve got to get you into the bath, mister.”

“Bath? You said you had a pool.” Jotaro spoke in confusion but you sighed.

“Did you really figure out that you could- oh my god.” You dragged a hand over your face and muttered to yourself ‘smart fucking fish’ before clearing your throat. “Any other day, yes. Today? No. It’s the last good and sunny day today so people are outside. It’s been forecasted to rain and get colder soon so people are outside en masse to enjoy the last bit of sun and I don’t want them to see you.”

“Of course.” Jotaro grumbled, a faint annoyed growl leaving him as he rested his chin on his arms. He simply sat like that for a few seconds, looking around before he remarked, “Your floor is dirty.”

At that you made an offended noise. “Excuse me, I clean my floors very well, thank you very much. I just didn’t expect a giant fucking merman to act as a duster and health inspection in one today.”

At that he huffed out a chuckle that made you crack a bit as well before you twice lightly slapped his tail, to both get his attention and urge him to go. “You’re really looking dry, let’s get you up those stairs.”

Easier said than done.

Jotaro was about a third of the way up the stairs now, but crawling up when you have a massive and heavy tail behind yourself that you cannot use to help yourself, is quite difficult.

Each move of his arm was met with an annoyed or angry grumble about having to do this. Why couldn’t your neighbours just be indoors then? Why did he have to do all bloody this? (Not once did the thought of going back to the sea cross his mind though.) as he was yet again lifting his arm to place it on the next step higher, his eyes suddenly widened in shock when he felt two hands be put on his tail. With a light pink blush on his face he looked backwards, seeing you with closed eyes and straining to lift his tail to try and help him.

“Jesus, why is this so heavy.” You spoke out through grunts, still barely managing to lift it.

“It’s twice your size, why do you think?” Jotaro answered with his usual gruff tone, but the redness of his cheeks flared out all the way to his ears when you wrapped your arms around it, pressing your chest to the back of it as you tried to lift it once more. “I-I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute.” Jotaro cleared his throat before turning his head forward again to get the image of you holding his tail out of his head.

Once he found himself calmed down enough, he continued his slow trek upwards.

- - - -

It took a bit, but Jotaro was in your tub. And by god did he not fit. Even with folding his tail, half of it was still hanging out.

“I- we’ll work on it.” You sighed before leaning over him, turning the knob that regulated heat all the way down to about 18°C to 19°C since you did a quick search as to what the ocean temperature was like during this time of year.

With that set, you turned on the tap. The water splashed onto his tail and Jotaro jolted for a second, curiously looking down at how the water flowed out afterwards.

Going to quickly grab a large measuring cup from the sink in your kitchen downstairs, you returned to your bathroom to sit beside the tub and briefly held it under the running water until it was filled, turning and pouring it further down his tail. A small, barely noticeable sigh of relief left Jotaro when you did that and you smiled a bit to yourself before starting to repeat the motion.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” You spoke between pouring cups, also pouring it over the part of his tail that was hanging out. You had put a towel on the floor by the crack of the door, already accepting that this entire room was gonna be flooded, so you had no qualms with doing it.

“I see it differently.” Was his cryptic response and you deadpanned.

“Of course you do.”

The tub was now filled for two thirds and just to get back at him a little, you filled your cup once more, before abruptly turning and pouring it straight over his head.

Jotaro didn’t flinch but he did turn his eyes to you, sending you a look, to which you giggled. Bringing your arm back under the tap, you filled the measuring bucket again, a sly grin on your face as you moved it back to his face.

Jotaro was faster though, as he grabbed onto your wrist before you could angle it over his head. “Y/N, don’t.” He warned, sending you a stern look. Your surprised ‘o’ face turned into a smirk however, as you simply tilted your wrist forward and splashed the water directly in his face.

An evil giggle left you but it was stifled when Jotaro used his free hand to grab the cup from you and throw it across the room, using his grip on your wrist not a second later to pull you towards himself.

Your balance tipped over the bathtub but you managed to catch yourself with your free hand, slinging your arm around Jotaro’s shoulder to stop yourself while the arm stuck in his grip now touched the tiles of the wall.

He had attempted to pull you into the bathtub but you managed to catch yourself as your upper body now hovered over it.

Or, at least, that’s what you thought.

Jotaro never intended to pull you into the bath. Releasing your wrist, Jotaro instead placed his hand on the side of your neck and jaw, putting his other on your side to pull you closer towards himself and lock you in place. All of this happened in less than a second and a surprised squeak left you.

Jotaro found the sound absolutely adorable and when his teeth nipped at the skin of your neck, you did it again, just much louder this time, making the merman chuckle.

“I warned you.” You heard the smugness in his voice, making you take a shuddering breath.

“O-Okay, I get it. Can you let go now?” You were starting to get very flustered, feeling Jotaro’s breath against your neck as well as an occasional brush of his lips on your skin.

Your question earned you another nip however, this time a little closer to your shoulder, Jotaro having pulled your shirt away a bit to expose it. “Not what I want to hear.”

“You want to hear something?!” You exclaimed, making Jotaro let out a ‘mhm.’ Him shifting his face, almost as if he was looking for another place to playfully bite at you. “I- I-“ You started rambling out things but Jotaro was no longer focused on that.

It was like you put a spell on him. Jotaro had never before felt the urge to court someone before. And then you stepped into his life, being so kind yet always ready with a witty retort whenever he shot you one. And now, he had you so close, almost pressed into his chest, breathing in your intoxicating scent.

Without pause, Jotaro opened his mouth and locked his jaw onto the spot where your neck met your shoulder, a little further down.

Oh how he wanted to claim you. He wouldn’t! But the thought of how he simply had to just clamp down and bite a little harder, marking you as his, was way too tempting to not at least tease. Just get a small taste. The tips of his teeth ever so slightly punctured through your skin and Jotaro closed his eyes in bliss.

All the while, you froze and swallowed, because, that was not just a little nip from his front few teeth, this was a lot of them. A slight pain flared up where he bit and you squeezed his shoulder that you were leaning onto. “Jotaro?” You meekly let out and he then started making a noise that he- was that purring? You didn’t even know he could.

You didn’t dare move nor speak a word, not knowing what was going on and just listening to the calming sound coming from him for the next minute.

Finally Jotaro figured that was enough, lifting his teeth away and silently admiring the very light and small mark he made. It wouldn’t scar or stay, but Jotaro already loved the look of it. He leaned his head down and ran his tongue over it, tasting the faintest bit of your blood as he licked it away, treating your wound with utmost care.

This you allowed, a bit more relaxed by the familiar behaviour, for he had done this as well when you had cut yourself on some broken glass someone had left half buried in the sand.

Finally he let go and you quickly shot up, standing straight as an arrow next to the bathtub.

Jotaro was being forward. He knew that. Maybe even a bit too much so. But he felt he could risk it. Now that he was literally in your house, he didn’t have to worry about his forwardness scaring you away. You literally couldn’t run and avoid him. If you hadn’t picked up on his signs up until now, he had to make them more obvious; marking where the mating mark would come being one of the most obvious things he could think of.

“That’s for not listening to me.” He remarked and you opened and closed your mouth like a guppy, staring wide eyed at your tiled wall before shaking your head and snapping out of your state, slapping your hand onto your shoulder, briefly forgetting he had just licked you there and scrunching up your nose a bit cause- ew.

Lifting your hand back off you wiped it on your pants before walking to the cup Jotaro had thrown on the floor, picking it up and walking back over, nearly slipping as you did. This made Jotaro flinch to try and catch you but you already steadied yourself, meaning all that accomplished was throwing more water on the floor, the reason you nearly slipped.

After returning to his side, you continued trying to completely wet him; neither of you really saying anything, just staying in a comfortable silence.

After another ten minutes however, you figured that was good enough.

“Alright!” Slapping the edge of the tub, you smiled at the Mer. “I think that’s good enough. In about three hours the sun will go down, then we can get you from here to the pool.”

With that you stood up, but before anything else, your wrist was grabbed. “Where are you going?”

“I have to do some things.” You smiled, only for the hand around your wrist to tighten.

Jotaro held a somewhat sad and somewhat angry look on his face as he held on. “Stay?”

“Jotaro, I’ve got to do stuff.” You shook your head but Jotaro didn’t like that.

“Stay.” He growled it this time, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“No, I have to go do things. You stay here fish boy, I’ll come check on you after I’m done.” With that, you went to turn away, trying to pull your wrist from his hold as you moved to take a step.

Yet you yelped loudly as you were suddenly tugged sideways, falling towards your bath before a pair of arms caught you. You were spun around and pulled down, the sensation of cold water flooding over and enveloping your lower half making your breath hitch.

The water sloshed dangerously, threatening to spill over the edge of the tub as Jotaro settled down, tightly holding you against himself and basically on his lap, his arms like chains around your middle and barely even giving you enough room to breathe, definitely not leaving you any room to squirm.

“Stay.” Jotaro’s voice was low, a faint, deep, rumbling growl from the back of his throat accompanying his words as he spoke almost directly into your ear.

Almost immediately you starred, instinctively doing as he said as you sat still, your eyes staring wide in surprise. Your chest was going up and down fast with deep breaths. It wasn’t that you were afraid of Jotaro, he wouldn’t hurt you, you knew that. It was more that it made you realise how large and dangerous Jotaro actually could be if he so chose to be.

Taking in a deep breath to calm down, you tried to ignore the coming stress of not being able to complete that task for work today (it was fine, you could do it tomorrow, right?), as well as trying to not make your teeth clack thanks to sitting in the cold water. Cause while Jotaro was made for it, you definitely weren’t.

Seeing as you weren’t trying to squirm out of his hold, Jotaro happily started purring, his chest pressed directly into your back while he placed his chin on your shoulder. Shifting his tail, he turned the end around until it was splayed out over your lap in front of you, allowing you to play with the fins.

You gently grabbed hold, starting to stroke over them and Jotaro revelled in your soft touch. You guessed this was gonna be your life for the next three hours. Freezing your butt off in water while in the hold of a grumpy Merman who would not let go.

- - - -

“Jotaro, please don’t splash!” You called out from the kitchen.

“I’m not!” Was the response you got, making you look over at your living room. There, past your dining table, in front of the couch, sat the ginormous Mer ...in a kids pool.

You had bought it about two days ago after Jotaro kept complaining that you weren’t coming outside to see him. He loved to ignore the fact that it was bloody cold and raining so hard that you only had to stand outside for a second to be drenched. So, to solve this and not have Jotaro forced to sit in the bathroom on his own, you bought a kiddie pool. One of the bigger ones you could find yet was still able to fit there where your coffee table once stood.

Right now, you were just making something to snack on while Jotaro sat and ‘patiently’ waited for you. He had discovered the television yesterday and was absolutely enamoured. Just now coaxing and urging you to turn it on again. You had agreed and were thus now getting some snacks ready to eat and drink during the marathon.

Marathon of what? No clue.

Walking over to the couch area, you placed the different snacks down on the pushed aside coffee table, walking back to the kitchen to grab the drinks as well before returning.

“Here, drink something first.” You offered the glass in your hand to Jotaro and he scrunched up his nose, as if a kid who has just been asked to take his vitamins. “You haven’t been in the bathtub in a bit and you know chlorine can’t be the best thirst clencher.” You sighed. “So unless you plan to faceplant in the kiddie pool, drink up, Jojo.” You used the nickname he had asked you to call him on purpose, knowing he loved it when you did that.

And it proved true, for he took the tall glass from your hand and threw it back as if it was a shot without any more complaint.

Happy that he did it, you quickly refilled the glass before placing it down on the table by his side, stepping over the furniture with a bit of a wobble (you had to put the table in the walkway or else the pool wouldn’t fit) and walking to the front of your tv.

“So, what do you want to watch?” You asked as you sat crouched down.

A wet hand suddenly got placed on your lower back and right thigh, Jotaro having pulled himself up to you as he was now curiously looking over your shoulder.

“What’s that?” Jotaro asked, lifting his hand from your thigh as he pointed to a certain dvd case sitting at the bottom of the pile in your hand.

“This? It’s a Barbie film. I have it for when my niece comes over.” You raised a brow and turned your head to look back at Jotaro. His eyes were transfixed on the box and you couldn’t help but silently giggle at his cute look. For him, it was the colours. The vibrant pink and silver sparkles just drew his attention and curiosity, having not a clue about anything else. “You wanna watch it?” You asked but didn’t get a clear answer.

And so, you just decided for the both of you. “Fuck it, let’s watch it.” You chuckled, putting all the other DVD’s away and taking the Barbie disc out of its case and into the player.

Standing up, Jotaro finally took his hand off your lower back - where now sat a wet spot - and slinked back to the other side of the pool, patiently waiting for you and for the movie to start.

Snorting softly, you shook your head as you grabbed the remote and walked around the pool, climbing onto the couch and to the middle of it, taking your fluffy socks off as you sat behind Jotaro in your short summer pyjamas, choosing the language of the Barbie film like they always asked before putting your feet in the pool.

A happy rumble left Jotaro as you did that, your legs running under his arms and at his side, the Mer now grabbing your ankles as he made you lock your legs around his torso, leaning back into the bottom of the couch as if it was a backrest. His elbows pointed down, he held onto your legs around his torso, making you keep them there as he petted and lightly scratched them. A content rumbling sigh leaving him as you pressed play on the movie.

You just looked at the back of his head for a bit, feeling his hands glide over your legs. It was a strange, the direction your life decided to take you on, sure. But you had to admit that you did not mind per se.

Leaning forward, you patted the top of Jotaro’s head twice, making him start a bit and look at you wide eyed while you leaned over and grabbed your bowl of snacks, leaning back into the couch cushions afterwards, ready for the movie.

In the end, Jotaro didn’t like it. Barbie was annoying. But the colours were pretty!

[rreyie]

bubble bath

summary- after a long and excruciating week, you need some downtime with onyankopon. what batter way to relax than with a bubble bath and some bathroom intimacy?

warnings- intimate nudity, smut, bathroom sex, unprotected sex

a/n- there is a severe lack of onyankopon smut in here, time to change that

"darling, are you in there?" you hear a deep voice call from outside the door.

you were submerged in your tub filled with water, bubbles floating on the surface. the room smelled of fruit and vanilla which was an effect of the bubble bath you put in the water. thick clouds of steam floated around the room as you relaxed, your body completely at ease. 

"yes, onyankopon", you respond. "you can come in if you like, but i have nothing on..."

the silver doorknob twists and in walks his tall figure, looking down at you in the tub. he was wearing a suit with a black tie, most likely because of his work- also because he always preferred to dress formally.

"all the more reason to come in here and check on you", he grins. "how are you doing? i'm sorry i didn't come and say hello sooner, i had a whole stack of paperwork to go through."

"it's alright", you say. "i've just been sitting here for who knows how long, my muscles have been killing me today."

"oh, i'm so sorry dear", he says, and kneels beside the tub. you could smell his cologne on his collar. "you could always ask for help from me, you know that right? i could give you a nice massage if you need one later."

"thanks, honey", you smile. "but all i need right now is your presence. i've missed you all day."

"say less", he said. "may i join you? it smells lovely, what did you use in this?"

you picked up the bottle that rested on the side of the bathtub. "papaya vanilla bubble bath. got it from that new soap store downtown."

onyankopon began to undo his tie, the strip of black silk soon fell to the floor. he quickly picked it up, not wanting to get it dirty. he slid off his jacket, followed by his shirt and pants until all that he was clad in was his boxers. you could specifically remember getting him that pair of grey boxers for the holidays one year, and it warmed your heart that he was still wearing them. soon he slid his fingers between the waistband of his boxers and his skin, and tugged them off.

he walked over to you and dipped a foot in the bath, but quickly pulled it out with a hiss. "how hot did you make this bath, you're going to burn! i bet this water is at the boiling point!"

"hot water feels better, plus that's the soothing part of the bath!" you giggle. "sorry that i made it too hot, i guess i can put in some cold water if it's that bad..."

"you don't have to, i'll get used to it", he said. he dipped his foot in once again, this time sinking it down so it was submerged. sighing, he placed another foot in and crouched down, and sunk himself into the water.

"okay, this isn't too bad now, in fact it's nice..." onyankopon said. "come here. i haven't seen you all day, can i have some love?"

"of course", you say. you scoot over to where he was sitting in your large tub and sit next to him, planting a kiss on his warm cheek. he slung an arm around you and pulled you closer to him, feeling his wet skin on yours. he put a hand on your jaw and tilted it up so you could see his bronze eyes looking into your orbs. slowly, he guided your lips to his to meet in a kiss, one that you two had been craving all day.

his tongue became curious at it explored the depths of your mouth, feeling him slide around in your mouth as you let out a small moan. he stopped, and looked at you with that smirk you had seen ever since you knew him.

"getting a little riled up, i see", he smirked. "in the mood tonight?"

"i have been for the whole week", you said. "but you've been busy and i didn't want to bother you."

"how could this stunning face possibly bother me?" he asked, cupping your cheek. "you never are and never will be a nuisance, you got me?"

you nod. a tender smile starts to take form on his face, and he pulls you in again. a palm of his rests on the back of your head gripping your hair, another still on your cheek. he tugged at your bottom lip, tongue one again dipping into your mouth. your hands were on his broad back, nails ever so slightly digging into his supple flesh.

his lips trail along your face, then down to your neck where he pressed another few gentle kisses to your skin. a hand of his travels along your back and eventually to your chest, giving your breast a firm squeeze as he continues to explore your mouth. his thumb rubs around the areola of your perked nipple, making the heat down in between your legs begin to pool and fill you up with a warm sensation.

"why don't we get out of here so we don't make a mess?" he asks you, pulling away briefly. "the water will spill out of the tub if we keep this up."

he gets up, and you can see very clearly that he's as needy as you are. his dick was standing up, a few veins protruding through the shaft. he reached out a hand to you, hoisting you up from your seated position in the tub. you both step out, the water dripping down your bodies and onto the plush bath mat on the floor, creating dark drops that stained the fabric.

"bend over for me, will you?" he asks, guiding you to the counter. you could see your reflection in the mirror, which was now fogged with condensation from the steam. your hair was damp, parts of your chest were covered in little patches of leftover bubbles you didn't care to wipe off. onyankopon was standing behind you, watching in amusement as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

"you look so pretty, bent over for me like that", he purrs. "guess you can't help but stare."

those words went straight down south. you could feel yourself clamp around nothing, something onyankopon seemed to enjoy seeing from the smug look on his face. he reached over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a bottle of lube, the kind that you both had been using since you started to do these types of things with each other. he squirted some into his palm before rubbing it and smoothing some onto his cock, slightly pulsating in his touch.

“tell me if i go too rough, darling”, he whispered to you, giving your ass a gentle squeeze and lining up his cock at your entrance.

he inched himself in slowly, your eyes clenching shut due to his sheer size and girth. this was always the hardest part of having sex with him, but the pain would soon be over. you let out a pathetic whimper, something that he took as a signal to keep going.

once he was all the way in, he thrusted himself out to try and feel your walls clench around his tip- which was one of his favorite sensations to feel from you. he pushed back in, the tip just brushing your cervix. it was a tight fit, but you two could make it work.

“oh god...” he gasped. “you’re feeling so good... love you so much. i’ll make you feel real good.”

so then he began to pump in and out of you, hands on your waist holding you in place while you were smooshed up against the cold marble countertop. you’re sure that if you were on your back right now, you would be able to see a bulge in your tummy. well, better keep that in mind for next time.

his pace was slow and endearing like always. since the first time you got with him, he always liked to take things slow to savor the moment. and he did it right every single time.

“o-oh...” you moaned. “you’re s-so big...”

his balls slapped up against your little clit, adding some extra stimulation. each plap, plap, plap sound was like music to your ears. behind you, he was letting out some deep grunts as his fingers dug into your waist, tightening his hold.

“f-fuck, m’ gonna cum”, he grunted. “do i-“

“yes, please go inside!” you yelped, almost out of breath. “please, please onyankopon...”

this begging of yours seemed to convince him enough. with another three sloppy, rough thrusts, he let out an especially loud moan as he came to a stop and spilled his cum inside of you. and holy shit was there a lot of it. the feeling of him dumping inside of you sent you over the edge, a broken whimper filling the room as you came to your high. the feeling was overwhelming, to the point where your legs felt weak.

as soon as he pulled out, you could already feel his release spill out from your hole, mixed juices dripping down your pussy to your inner thigh. onyankopon chucked at the sight.

“alright. sit down, let’s get you all cleaned up”, he laughed. “you did amazing, by the way- like usual.”

you were too out of breath to form a response, only muttering an “uh huh” back to him.

“made you feel good like i promised, didnt i?” he asked you, grabbing a white towel from the towel rack. he kneeled down to where you were now sitting on the counter, and began wipe your thighs.

your eyes grew tired, as the rest of your body did as well. onyankopon noticed this, and without another word carried you to your shared bedroom. neither of you even bothered to change into your pajamas. after gently placing you in the bed as if you were porcelain, he tucked himself in as well, curling up next to your body and pulling the comforter over you two.

“i love you, my darling. sleep tight.”

he placed a kiss on your forehead, and turned out the lights.

[woahitslucyylu]

NSFW Alphabet - Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens

Author’s Notes: A few days late, but here it is. I write my alphabets as if I am talking to my frands (which I am), so enjoy it, loves! 

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Don’t expect much if it’s casual - you knew what it was when he was two fingers deep in the Uber. He will be polite, cordial, and a decent host, but don’t expect to lay up. He will absolutely ask you for your number, because he loves options, and is generous to his friends - passing along recommendations of girls worth remembering, buttttttttt, frand, if he loves you…

You. Are. A. Motherfucking. Princess.

He will shower you with cum and cuddles and then leave you to soak in the jacuzzi tub while he rubs your shoulders. He’s a Daddy, so he’s going to take care of you in all aspects after an intense session.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Erik’s favorite body part is his face. His smirk is predatory. A glinting gold-fanged smile leaves a lasting impression.

On his partner, he loves thick - here, there, and everywhere. Big boobs, fat ass, thick thighs - love, love, love; whether it is one or all. Erik is a hunk - muscles for days, and he will easily handle allllll you have to offer.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Anywhere you let him?

He’s a freak, so it’s been all over your body. His favorites though are in you and your face. He is really into ownership and dominance, and when he has you in the most vulnerable positions, that’s when he gets off the most.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He lost his virginity late - 17, a week before his senior year of high school started. A girl three blocks down from the corner store in his hood. She stayed with her grandma and he had to sneak in through the window. He didn’t start fucking until college and well, those scars are from killing pussies too. Meme

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s for the streets, unless you’re the real deal. Erik is incredibly loyal, because he expects it from you - a true ride or die. If he’s not in a relationship though, well, he’s running trains.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Back shots are his go-to. Watching your ass bounce against his chiseled hips, your lips stretching over him as he glistens from you will have his eyes hooded as he grips your hair reminding you to be a good girl.

Sliding behind you while you do your make-up, hair in a bonnet leaves you late at least twice a week. He presses his dick into your ass as his hands cup your breasts through your chenille robe.

“Just the tip, ma. Just let me feel you.” Pro-tip: It’s never just the tip.

But, even Kill needs intimacy from his girl though, sooo…

If your Baby Girl, he will slow stroke you so deep with your legs draped over his shoulders as he says you look so pretty taking your dick. The pad of his thumb pressed against your throbbing nub. He will bury his face in your neck - nipping your tender skin and burying himself in you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Erik finds humor in your proverbial suffering, when you’re whining and whimpering for more or for a break, but he isn’t cracking jokes and dropping one liners.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s groomed and he smells like a man. I get Dior Sauvage vibes from him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

This is a privilege, but if you’re lucky enough, you’re spoiled. Candles lit, flowers, soft sheets, expensive lingerie - making love is an art for him. He will degrade you in the most loving way as he lets you cum first, second, and third. Your pleasure and your worth make him feel like a man. Loving you correctly is a source of pride for him, and that means you are emotionally taken care of, even in the nastiest scene.

J = Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When you first teased at a FaceTime show, you didn’t know you’d love it so much. Watching Erik left you so overwhelmed, you came hard - moaning his name as you pushed the toy in and out. He loves when you initiate. Knowing you want him validates him and indulging you is something he enjoys doing, so when he’s away for business, he treats you to the shows.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sex is Erik’s kink. There is very little he doesn’t enjoy in the pursuit of pleasure. Not surprisingly, kinky Kill is reserved for his girl only. It’s a privilege to be tied up in his bed as his heavy hands run over your body, whispering the filthiest thoughts. It’s a privilege to role play in the bar on a spur-of-the-moment trip to New York with a blonde wig and end up bent of the bathroom sink as the game melts into real fucking. It’s a PRIVILEGE to have his submission - the times when he sinks on the bed, calling you with a finger, and he begs you to ride him leave you with heart eyes as you sink onto him, getting drunk on his moans as your ass bounces against his thighs.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Erik is a sucker for baecation sex.

Your melanated skin sparkles in the sun as you lay topless in the southern Pacific sun. The ocean breaks gently against the private dock and the soft R&B lulls your eyes shut behind your large sunglasses. Erik leaned against the door frame, watching your curves against the aquamarine seascape and his dick throbbed. He finished the rum - the sweet liquid icing his throat as he swallowed thickly and padded to your lounged body. His dick rested heavy against his thigh, already hard under his swim trunks, as his hulking frame shadowed you.

“Babe, what are you doing?” You raised your glasses and squinted in the bright sun - a wide smile on your face. He dropped between your knees - your legs falling open to accommodate him as his fingers danced over your warm skin. Your breath caught as the pad of his thumb brushed over your nipple - raising it under his touch, “Oh, so we’re doing that?” You mocked as he lifted your leg over his shoulder, his breath warm against your now-wet bikini bottoms.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Erik’s motivation in life is to dominate, and in the bedroom, that’s no different. He wants to own you in every sense of the word, and vice versa - he wants to be owned by you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Cleanliness is next to godliness, so anything that is actually dirty, Erik is not into. On another note, disloyalty, shadiness, or any evidence of fuckery really just piss him off.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Not all pussy gets eaten, and that’s just really how it is, but for you, giving head is Erik’s solution to most problems and you don’t hate it. Bad day at work? Need attention? Broke a nail? All of it can be solved with his mouth. He loses his breath at the sight of your sticky lips and swollen clit as he brushes his nose against your folds before licking, sucking, and kissing all the places that make your pussy cry with joy.

Overpowering Erik’s dominance is rare, but you on your knees will make him relax and watch as you take him down your throat, gagging and slurping, as your tongue slides over each vein, swirling his mushroomed tip against your full lips. His hand will fist your hair, holding you still, as he thrusts into your throat - saliva dripping as you moan against him. The vibration leaves his dick throbbing as he lets you swallow, greedily enjoying your prize, hard earned from Daddy.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

There’s a time and place for it all and Erik reads the room.

You’ve been acting out, talking shit in front of his friends, kissing your teeth, and stomping through with a bratty attitude, and the only remedy for you is arched on the bed as his heavy hand lands hard on your ass and thighs. The cracking sound of your skin echoes through the room as you count in a weak voice - wetness pooling between your thighs, as he spreads your cheeks. “You just fucking up, so Daddy can fuck you up? Hmm?” He questions as he pushes into you. His question answered with a string of curses sprinkled with moans. “Don’t got shit to say now that I’m deep in my pussy, huh?” He fists your hair, holding you against the comforter, “If you wanted a little dick, just say it, ma.” His chuckle is sinful as his hips snap against you making you forget why you ever had an attitude in the first place.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If Erik wants you, he will have you. Periodt.

The same, however, also goes for you, and the moments when you just. can’t. wait. leave Erik bustin’ earlier than he wants.

As Erik reached for the door, the locks snapped, leaving the door shut as he tossed you a side glance. This was the fourth stop of the night and your eyes were glassy from liqour as Erik shuffled you between kickbacks. “Come here,” Your hands reached for him, sliding down his t-shirt, resting on his crotch. “Just let me touch it, daddy.” You stretched the syllables as you pulled at his belt, urging it lower. “Come on, no one can see.” His hips rose, jeans sliding down as you pulled him from his boxers. “I just want a little bit.” Your hand jerked him slowly as you slid over him - your thick thighs pressing against the console and the door. He pulled his bottom lip through his teeth - his golds glittering - as you sank slowly onto him. “Just a little bit? You taking the whole thing,” His shirt was pulled under his chin as he watched his dick disappear into you with each rock. “It’s mine. I can take it all.” Your head lazed as Erik’s powerful thrusts took over and your soft moans filled the car.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Erik’s whole life is a risk, sex isn’t any different. Threesomes, orgies, tying people up, being tied up - all of it can find a place in his life.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Realistically, he can go two-three times in a row. During a day, you could give it five or six times if you really wanted it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys aren’t for children and Erik uses them to his advantage. Plugs, vibrators, ties, restraints, lube - all in the drawer beside the bed waiting to be chosen to work your body into a puddle.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Before Erik, you never knew the beauty and power in a delayed release, and with Erik as a teacher, you learned the lessons of edging quite well. He’s a general tease - the build up is half the fun, and unless you’re being punished, he always delivers for you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Erik is nasty and his words alone leave you dripping. His dirty talk is another level of freak, and he leaves you speechless when he says things like…

“Is this my pussy, ma?”

“Your shit drippin’ all over me.”

“Where did you learn to suck dick like this, baby girl?”

“Come on, give me my nut.”

“This tight pussy all mine.”

“Daddy knows the spot, ma.”

The filth that falls from his beautiful mouth leaves you begging for more, but the only thing that matters to you are his moans - hard earned and coveted from being a good girl. The throaty sounds that escape as he bottoms out or you squeeze him gently leave you panting and craving more.

Your acrylic nails raked over his scars - a sharp hiss escaping his mouth - as he pulled your leg over his hip, deepening his thrust. A flex of your walls shut his eyes - a guttural moan slipping out as he stilled himself above you. Your eyes drank in the heavenly sight above you. Loose dreads hung over his face, his lip caught between his teeth - his amber eyes glazed, “Quit playing, baby.” It was barely a whisper as he pulled back, slowly inching from you, when you squeezed him again and another moan echoed through the room.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Intimacy, for Erik, comes in the form of non-sexual activities. Almost anyone can get the dick, but not everyone gets their hand held at the Farmer’s Market while he shops trendy black-owned farms for fresh vegetables, not everyone gets to drive him to urgent care when he chilled with a fever, and not everyone gets the privilege of cleaning on Saturday mornings with 70s funk narrating the choice to use Fabuloso or Pine Sol.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

8-9 inches

Thick

Curved

It bounces when he walks

And it smells good.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He enjoys sex and it keeps him even. He wants you all the time. Of course, there’s real life responsibilities, but in the house, if he wants you, he will take you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This is assuming he only has sex at night or in a bed, but generally, he sleeps when he wants to and that includes after sex too.

[thefallennightmare]

Vas Prizrak-Nineteen[END]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader. Slight Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2140

Warnings: swearing, some smut if I’m feeling frisky, tiny bits of fluff, and a whole lot of angst.

Summary:  Bucky and Reader’s life in Wakanda had been everything they ever wanted. But when they are told about the fight that was on it’s way to them, they fear that life would be dusted away for good.

A/N:  I can’t believe the end is here for this trilogy! I loved writing it all so much and I’m thankful for everyone that took time out of their busy lives to read it. It means so much <3 Thanks again to @lovelyladymayyy​ for all of the amazing ideas! Please enjoy the ending of something that means so much to me as it does to you! 

TAGS: @mggpleasedontlookhere @grey-force-jedi @austynparksandpizza @lovelyladymayyy

Loud music echoed throughout the empty home and I moved my head to the music as I walked inside from my previous spot outside. Bickering voices yelled at the far end of the house so I followed while a huge smile spread to my lips.

“I don't have it! You were the last one to use it.” 

“It was right there on the table and now it’s gone!” 

I leaned up against the doorframe, the smell of fresh paint engulfing my senses, and chuckled at the two men who continued to bicker not noticing I had been watching them. 

“Bucky?” I finally spoke. 

When he looked my way, I merely pointed to his back pocket. “The paint brush is in your pocket.” 

“I told you I didn’t have it,” Sam grumbled. 

“Sorry,” Bucky muttered, continuing to paint the wall in front of him now that he had his brush back. 

“I can’t believe how great it’s all looking,” I marveled at how well the house started to look with only a fresh coat of paint. 

“I can’t believe you convinced Bucky into painting your walls black,” Sam said. 

Shrugging, I walked towards Bucky and left a soft kiss on his cheek.  “That’s what people in love do.” 

It had been a long month with us fixing up our house. We were here every day, all day, restoring it to its former glory. You could tell in the way that Bucky’s eyes lit up that he was ecstatic that our plans were starting to come to life. 

Sam offered to help on one condition; I would buy him lunch and beer every day and at the end of the work day he could ‘kick back on the couch and watch T.V on our 70 inch in the living room’. I agreed, more than thankful for his help. 

Our long list had almost been crossed off, two more things on it; paint the master bedroom and build the deck. The last one on the list wasn’t important, knowing that it would be a long task. I was happy enough that the inside of our home was almost finished. 

Today was the last and final day, Sam and Bucky nearly finishing painting the walls in our bedroom. Furniture had started to fill our home, giving it a more homey feel then the day prior. All we had left was to put our bedroom furniture together. 

“How’s it going outside?” Bucky questioned. 

“Good,” I nodded. “Majority of the trees are cut down, only a couple more and we’ll be able to see the lake when we wake up tomorrow morning.” 

“Can’t wait,” he smiled while placing a kiss on my forehead. 

Strands of his hair kept falling out of the low bun so I quickly fixed it for him, which only earned an annoyed sigh from him. 

“Are we sure we trust him with a chainsaw?”

Bucky and I looked from Sam to the man outside, who had spent all afternoon cutting down the trees. I offered to help but he merely waved me off. He could do it on his own. 

“I trust him more with a chainsaw than painting my walls,” I admitted with a giggle.  

Our old grandfather clock in the entryway rang six times, indicating that it was just after six o'clock and it was time for dinner. 

“The usual?” I asked the two men, who nodded eagerly. 

“Let him know that I’ll be back with food from Izzy’s in twenty.” I nodded to the man outside. 

“Love you!” Bucky called from behind me as I walked down the hallway. 

“Love you sugar bear!” 

I laughed loudly at Sam’s voice, letting the yellow front door shut behind me. 

A deep loud belch erupted from Bucky’s chest and I snapped my head over to him, a disgusted look on my face. 

“Gross.” 

Bucky simply smiled before placing a kiss on my lips. His open arms was an invitation which I took, cuddling closer into him. Our bones were tired from all of the work, finishing putting our bedroom furniture together, so we celebrated with beers and Chinese on the couch. 

I looked around our home with a very proud smile on my face. We did such a great job fixing up the old home that no one would have guessed that there used to be a giant hole in the room Bucky and I now share. 

“I cannot wait to sleep in an actual bed tonight,” I mused. 

Bucky and I had been sleeping in a pile of blankets on the floor for the last month and my back had been screaming for the memory foam mattress that I had purchased yesterday. 

I felt Bucky tense next to me, knowing that he would rather prefer to sleep on the floor. It was something from his past that we were slowly working on. Even though we both felt we were in a good place in our lives and our relationship, there were a lot of issues that we needed to work through; together. 

He felt that if he slept on something soft, that it would be more uncomfortable for him than the floor. So I made a deal with him; if he gave the bed a shot tonight and still didn’t like it, I would make him a comfortable bed on the floor. 

I even mentioned that clothes were not allowed in the bed, hoping that would help ease his concerns. 

“Doll?” 

Snapping back to reality, I looked back towards Bucky. “Hm?” 

“I need to grab some beers.” 

I gently pushed him back towards the couch. “You relax. I’ll get them.” 

My bare feet trekked along the new floors, still creaking along with the old bones of the home. I quickly grabbed three beers and headed back into the living room, hearing the men bicker about what movie to watch tonight.

I handed one to Sam, Bucky, and the blonde that sat comfortably on the recliner chair. 

“Thank you,” he smiled at me. 

“No problem, Stevie.” I returned the smile as I sat down back in my previous spot next to Bucky. 

A soft knock sounded on the open door but my back was facing the door so I called over my shoulder. “Come in!” 

“Y/N?” 

I spun so fast on my heels that the hammer fell from my hand, bouncing loudly to the ground. His blue eyes shined from the setting sunlight and his blonde hair was brushed neatly back so I could see his face clearly. 

“Steve?” I breathed, unsure if he was actually standing in front of me. 

“I was in the neighborhood so I figured you guys might need some help.” 

I never ran so fast into his open arms, ecstatic that he had decided on coming back to me, to us. 

“You didn’t stay?” I asked while pulling away from his arms. 

Steve shook his head. “The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had more to live for here than I do in the past. Bucky, Sam, and you.” 

Our smiles mirrored one another and I pulled him in for another hug. 

“Thank you, Stevie.” 

“Are you sure you guys don’t want to crash here again? It’s late and I would hate for you guys to drive across town to the hotel.” 

Sam and Steve both nodded. 

“It's your first official night in your home, we don’t want to interrupt whatever is going to happen,” Sam suggested with a wink. 

“Goodnight you two,” I rolled my eyes at his comment before giving them a hug goodnight. 

Once the door was shut and locked, I called out for Bucky and heard him yell back from our bathroom. 

He stood in front of the sink, shirtless, and I could see in the mirror that he had a troubled look on his face. I then took in the variety of tools on the counter, knowing exactly what he was going to do. 

“Are you sure about this?” I questioned, leaning against the door frame. 

Bucky nodded. “I can’t handle it anymore. I need a fresh start.” 

“Want any help?” 

Turning his body towards me, he pulled me into his chest and my hands sprawled on the bare skin of it. We shared a deep, loving, kiss and when he pulled away, Bucky nodded towards the brand new tub. It was filled with bubbles and unlit candles surrounded it. 

“It would be more romantic if I could light the damn candles but I can’t find a match anywhere,” Bucky admitted with a sigh. 

“Want to see something cool?” I asked with a smirk.

When he nodded, I stepped back from Bucky and closed my eyes. The thought of the unlit candles were heavy on my mind and when I heard him gasp, I knew it had worked. 

The candles around the tub were now lit with bright flames. 

With the help of Bucky, I striped down in front of him and once I sunk deep into the tub I groaned out in pleasure. The warm water immediately eased my sore muscles. As I enjoyed the hot waters, the sound of a hair buzzer played in the background.

“How does it look?” 

Opening my eyes, I marveled at the new look of Bucky, a gasp falling from my lips. Gone was the long hair, the old strands littering the bathroom counter and sink, and Bucky stood in front of me with short hair. A look on him that I had never seen but one that I found myself falling in love with. 

“You know there is a reason why I chose a double person tub,” I expressed while lifting my bare chest out of the water. 

Bucky lips spread wide in a smile and hastily stepped out of his pants. The water sloshed around when he sunk his body deep into the waters. I squeaked out a large giggle when he wrapped his vibranium fingers around my ankle, pulling our naked bodies together. 

“Which one are you thinking?” I pondered as we walked together down the long halls, metal cages surrounding us. 

Bucky’s lips were pressed in a thin line, the decision weighing heavy on his shoulders. We were nearing the end of the hall and I had a gut wrenching feeling that we wouldn’t find the one he was looking for. 

“Wait,” Bucky grabbed my hand to stop me. “This one.” 

I looked from the cage to him a couple times. “Are you sure?” 

He nodded eagerly while bending down in front of the cage, the tail smacking hard against the walls of his cage at the possibility of a new friend. Bucky’s vibranium fingers scratched happily at the ears of the furry pup on the other end of the metal cage. 

Bucky woke this morning, wanting to adopt a dog from the local shelter. He grew up with one so not hearing nails running down the halls were so foreign to him. 

The dog was a mutt, mixed with a bunch of different breeds but we didn’t care. We wanted to give him a loving home. There was something special about this pup that drew Bucky to him. 

The dog was a tripod, missing his left front leg. 

“Let’s bring Ivan home then,” I smiled brightly down at the two. 

“Bucky?” I called out while entering the house. 

A gasp left my lips when I took in the scene around me. Lit candles were scattered throughout the living room along with the fireplace. The lights were off but the flames were enough to cast the room in a deep orange glow. At the sound of my voice, Ivan came running down the hall happy to see me. 

He never let having only three legs slow him down. 

“Hey you, where’s dad?” I cooed while bending down to give him his usual greeting. 

Two scratches to his ears with a kiss on top of his head. 

“Dorogaya?” 

Hearing the deep voice behind, I stood while spinning on my heels. Bucky was standing in front of me, short hair slicked back. 

“What’s all this?” I asked. 

Suddenly, the tune of our song sounded throughout the home and Bucky extended his hand towards me. 

“Can I have this dance?” He asked. 

“Always, Bucky. Always.” I answered, accepting his hand. 

Our bodies swayed together along with the music. It was still so foreign feeling his skin under my fingers, his lips on mine, and his breath against the skin of my neck. For years, I had been dancing with his ghost in my dreams or thoughts but now I had his actual body in my hands. I laid my head against his chest, letting the tune of our song guide us in our dance. Our first of many dances in a home that we created together; our home.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

French designer Josephine has a huge home in the Burgundy region of France, and her decor is like an explosion of surprises.

The first thing you see as you enter the home is this creature, that looks like he’s yelling, “Whatsa matta you?” But, we’re in France, not Italy.

Just look at the size of this cement kitchen island. Josephine is not afraid to mix styles like a very industrial kitchen, fancy French chandeliers, and rustic wood beams. 

The large dining table is against the island, which would make it convenient for family style dining.

Next is the living room with a variety of seating. The loft is very open w/o any barriers like railings.

A large mermaid statue w/a dolphin rests on a wide beam. 

This looks precarious. There’s no railing to prevent stepping off the mezzanine. The floor isn’t solid, it’s a mesh, and it’s not even a straight walk- you’d have to duck to dodge that beam on the way. 

The master bedroom has a tub and sink. Josephine’s collection of tin boxes are displayed on special shelving.

Oversized fireplace in the small sitting room looks the ancient kind you actually walk into. 

Guest room. Look at the feet in that pipe sculpture. 

This is another bedroom that looks kind of farm like.

This is a dormitory style room that accommodates at least 6 guests.

Very nice bath- I like the mirror collection- combining antiques with modern gives some warmth.

Fabulous property in the French countryside. You’d never know there was a modern loft in such a vintage building.

http://olaalhaeezuvim.blogspot.com/

[inanabsentia]

They couldn’t tell how a half year spent obsessing over him, over destroying themselves had changed them, how those days had permanently transformed the person they were.

Ophelia

A sequel and alternative ending to an Overhaul x gender neutral reader in which Overhaul’s S/O commits suicide by drowning themself in the bathtub of their shared room. Except this time, he saw.

LINK TO OPHELIA ACT ONE

Who knew that silence could be so deafening.

He hadn’t spent much time with you ever since he had started taking on the project on producing anti-quirk bullets. No one could blame him though, he was one step closer each day to becoming the ruler of the underworld, the messiah who would illuminate light onto the detrimental impacts of the filthy heroic society which had overglorified quirks and their use.

It was his time to shine anyway, his time to bring glory back to the man who had raised him and the environment which invited him with open arms.

After all, what better way is there to pay back to his pops whom he holds close and dear to his heart? Even if that meant using underhanded methods.

Chisaki Kai Overhaul mentally went through the checklist In his mind, mulling over whatever he had accomplished during the day, pondering where he should go next. Right now though? Rolling in bed beside his Angel didn’t seem like such a bad idea though, he had missed—

Oh yeah...His Angel was patiently waiting for him in their shared bedroom, probably staying up late like most nights just to greet him. He should hurry up, he doesn’t like the sight those dark eye bags of yours as a result of waiting up late for him. His emotional side found it rather endearing this act of yours, but his logical side (which he used much, much more) was adamant on making sure that you were not sleep deprived because of him.

But that didn’t settle the feeling within him. That familiar feeling of dread, like the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. Kinda like that feeling when you knew a thunderstorm was approaching and you’re still in the middle of the woods, left unprotected without an umbrella and left at the mercy of the rolling thunderstorms and the downpour of rain which resembled sharp daggers piercing deep into your skin.

Yeah, something akin to that. He didn’t like that feeling though because his logic couldn’t seem to comprehend and explain this particular feeling. He’s tried to brush it off, focusing more on trying to make his way back to the shared bedroom between you and him. But he had to admit that the feeling never really went away, it just settled there in his stomach, a growing pit of trepidation and Fervor intensifying deep within him to the point he couldn’t deny its presence anymore.

His mind was convoluted with dark imagery of the worse possible outcome scenarios— his production coming to a sudden halt and the hardwork and research he’s put in years for being rushed down the drain. Pops never really waking up from his comatose state as induced by Chisaki Overhaul himself, never getting the chance to see the new profound glorify Overhaul had created within the Shie Hassakai.

But what about Y/N?

His Angel? The one person who had been by his side for the longest (asides Chrono), having been by his side during his best and his worst, illuminating his life and giving him a reason to keep striving forward, to keep going on. Your angelic presence alone had instilled something akin to excitement within him, he felt like he was 10 again, yet he feels this like he’s never felt for the longest time.

It was a good feeling though, it had warmed him and filled his entire being with serenity and tranquility. He liked the effect you had on him and he cherished you. He liked you, a lot and he wanted to rule his new future with you by his side, proudly standing tall next to the messiah of his shared vision, sharing the joyous moment of having been able to finally achieve it all.

But why did it feel so...off now? The joy he felt was only short-lived and that feeling of dread came back again. It came back to haunt him again, reigniting those horrific imagery (that he desperately tried to bury to the crevices of his mind), tormenting him, filling his entire being with chaos and madness. It felt wrong. If felt oh so wrong.

He reaches your shared bedroom and hesistates before reaching for the door knob, silently noticing how the light which peered from the gap between the door and the floor and become much dimmer. Of course, He was observant to the minute details, he had to be in this line of work.

And with the courage he mustered to twist the handle and push the door, the sight of the dimly lit bedroom greets him, the only light illuminating the room coming from the bathroom at the side. It wasn’t usual for his angel to be taking a shower so late in the night but then again, there were no sounds emanating from the bathroom.

No rain-like sounds from the shower head, no hard soap scrubbing sounds, no melodious singing coming from his angel, nothing.

Except for a few bleak and desolate water drops, falling into a mass of water.

It was eerie. It felt wrong on it felt so off.

Drip drip drip!

He inched his way closer to the bathroom, the room was so silent he could hear his heart palpitating and thrumming against his chest fervently.

Drip drip drip!

He noticed the unmade bedsheets, the solemn books left hapzardly strewn across the floor, very unusual from the methodical and neat way you would organise your belongings.

Drip drip!

“Angel?”

Drip!

And then his heart with absolute horror fills.

Time stood still. Who knew that silence could be so deafening. The sight of your desolate and despondent eyes greeted him, all devoid of life as life your very soul had been sucked all up, leaving behind a mass of human meat sack, waiting to be disintegrated into an abyss of nothingness. Your poignant expression to him made you seem like you just wanted to curl up and disappear into an air of absentia.

The painful moment which lasted for an eternity for both individuals finally seemed to end once he propelled himself forward and wrapped you into a tight and warm embrace, an oddly comforting gesture considering how cold you were due to how Long you had been sinking yourself into the bath tub of water, imagining it as if it were the large ocean, carrying you away from your woes whilst your worries melted and washed away with the tides.

Just a few minutes ago, you wanted to bring an end to your misery and life. Now though? You were glad he’s here and that you were here for this. And so was he.

“Oh angel..,” were the first words he spoke, his voice cracking which went by unnoticed by you due to how intimate the gesture was. Your warms tears soaking his already damp shirt, your fingers curling around his body as you squeezed the shirt behind him at the familiar term of endearment.

“Kai, I was only ever thinking about you, you know?” Your cries muffled as he pressed your face into his chest, cooing and soothing you as he listened to your misery. Oh how miserable his Angel must have felt! The guilt wrenched his heart and the feeling intensifies, now his own tears welling up in his eyes and threatening to fall too.

Deep down though he knew, he knew that he needed to express to you a love that’s reciprocated, a love that’s worth wanting. He needed to be better.

And he vows that internally to himself by gently grazing his fingertips underneath your eye bags to brush away the tears cascading down your cheeks. His lips shook and he struggled to find the words to say. But he had a inkling; a feeling that you understood he knew how much he had fucked up.

For some time, he was uncertain. But now, he’s sure that it was him and them. Them and him. And Hand in hand together, they’re floating through the cosmos. 

END

Thank you for readin this! 😜

Link to another Overhaul x reader Semi-angst oneshot in which after losing his arms, Overhaul hallucinates his (non gender specific) S/O comforting him into a paradise far, far away, reminiscing about another universe where they are so in love. Entitled: Doleur Exquise

Taglist for this ff: (anyone may request to be included for future works too! I write for Dabi, Shiggy and Birdman!)

@snow99fire

@glassartpeasants

[cinnabun-faerie]

Hi! I would love to read more soft, fluffy and romantic scenarios about BTS and their s/o from you and I have this idea: quiet private date, maybe watch a movie in bed with fluffy pillows and snacks. A let's cuddle all night long date! Maybe short scenarios? :O

Seokjin

"Jin, you home?"

"In here, sweetheart!"

You walked into the bathroom to see Jin dropping rose petals everywhere, wearing nothing but a towel that was loosely hanging from his waist. Holy shit. You were beyond aware that your husband was hot as hell, but sometimes, you still couldn't believe it. He was sculpted like a God.

"Stop drooling."

"I'm not drooling!"

You shuffled around to face the sink, looking into the mirror above it, not-so-secretly observing him. You could just stare at him for eternity if he'd let you.

You jumped as you felt his arms wrap around you, head resting on your shoulder. He chuckled and kissed your cheek.

"For our date tonight, we're staying in. Our first destination is the living room where we'll eat pizza and watch a movie. Then, we'll move here for a nice hot bath. And then we'll cuddle in bed."

"I think we should eat in bed, Jin. Bath first."

He knew you too well. When you'd come home from a hard day at work, especially on a date night, you were eager to just cuddle up with him and not move a muscle. And you loved it when he ran a bath for you.

"Alright, get undressed and I'll run the bath water."

You didn't need to be told twice. You undressed quickly and waited patiently as he filled the tub, dropping in a rose scented bath bomb. When it was ready, Jin helped you in, sitting you between his legs. The hot water felt amazing on your skin. You laid your head back and smiled.

"This is so nice."

"It is. Are you gonna wanna get out of the bath?"

"No."

"What if I give you a massage?"

You smirked knowingly. "Alright, Jin, a 'massage' sounds good."

Yoongi

Come to the studio

Your phone rang. You were at the store buying tangerines when your notification alert sounded. Those shopping around you turned their heads and stared at you. Sighing, you pulled it back out and answered it, holding it up to your ear.

"Min Yoongi, what do you want?"

"Are you on your way?"

"No, I'm in the middle of the grocery store-"

"Just leave everything there and come here."

Click

That brat just hung up on you. You couldn't believe it. But you couldn't help but notice how he sounded persistent. While your boyfriend was normally so calm and collected, it was rare to hear any trace of nervousness in his voice.

Worried, you quickly finished your shopping and headed for Yoongi's studio. When you arrived at the studio, you typed in the code and threw open the door, cause it to slam against the wall. Yoongi jumped as his arms were full with pillows.

"Hi honey." He said sheepishly, turning his back to you as he carefully placed the pillows in different places. He was wearing his shooky pyjamas.

Taking in the sight of the room, your jaw dropped. There were fairy lights hanging across the ceiling, blankets covering every inch of the floor except for the space where his work station was. And there was more pillows than you had ever imagined seeing.

"Yoongi, what-"

"Happy anniversary, my love."

He took your grocery bag from you, which didn't even realize you had been holding the entire time, and handing you a matching shooky pajamas set. Not wasting time, you closed his studio door and changed quickly. He laid down among his pillows and started to unpeel one of the tangerines you had bought. From his content position, you just wanted to snuggle him.

"Are you coming love? I prepared a projector so we can watch old movies."

Your heart swelled as you made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him. He kissed your forehead before stuffing a piece of his beloved tangerine into his mouth.

Hoseok

It was your turn to host yours and Hoseok's date. You had planned lots of board games to play to keep you both occupied. Not that you two really need the extra help, you had each other.

"Babe, I brought food and drinks!"

You heard your boyfriend yell from the kitchen. You rushed down the stairs in your squirrel onesie, holding another one. When he saw you, he started laughing.

"Y/N? Really? A squirrel onesie?"

"Oh, don't you worry. I have one here for you too. It was buy one and get the other free!"

He set down the food and took the onesie and headed off to get changed. When he got back, for found you squirrelling away the bag of cookies into the back of the cupboard that he'd brought for you both to share.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nut-thing."

He rolled his eyes and reached out to get a drink of his sprite that he'd brought. "You've been spending too much time with Jin."

~~~~~

After you two had some food, you retired to the living room for some board games. The first of your games was Battleship, but you had won that too easily. He won the second game which was Go-Fish. Your third game was Monopoly and you both ended up forfeiting. Neither of you were going to win as you became broke way too fast. Your last game was twister and you were sure that you weren't going to win. But you didn't really care, you had an ulterior motive. You just wanted to see him blush.

And that's exactly what seemed to happen. Sorta.

"Left hand blue."

There was nowhere for you to go except to lean your body across his torso. Carefully, you made your move, reaching over with your hand and placing it on blue. Now yours and Hoseok's face had been inches from each other's. It was only a matter of time before he'd crack, wrapping an arm around you, causing you both to fall to the floor with a gasp.

"I win." You whispered in triumph.

Namjoon

You and Namjoon couldn't your continuous giggles as you were wrapped up in a large blanket. You had intended to go out to a restaurant for a date night, but instead you decided to stay home. You both weren't ones to just roll around in bed for long periods of time, but today was an exception.

"Marry me."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Completely. Marry me."

You were about to protest when Joon realized that he didn't have the ring in his hand. He actually had to go digging into one of his jackets in the hall closet before coming into the room and jumping back into the bed, practically squashing you. Gosh, you loved this man so much.

"Will you do me the honor of marrying me now?"

"Yes, you goof."

After he'd put the ring on you, he'd kiss your lips softly.

And that's when sweet chaos would ensue.

The two of you managed to roll around the bed so much that somehow you'd be wrapped up in the blankets and couldn't get out. You weren't scared or worried, you thought it was hilarious. You knew that eventually, you and Joon, a pair of clumsy beings would end in up in a tricky situation like this.

"Joon, how are we going to get out?"

"Um," he tried to move, but he couldn't. He looked around the room and saw his Google Home device. "Okay Google, call Yoongi."

"Calling, Yoongi"

Jimin

"Did you get the stash?"

Jimin rolled his eyes at you as you peaked open your front door. He held up a bag full of ice cream toppings. You shrieked happily before swinging open the door. You took the bag from him and made your attempt to dash to the kitchen. But he was quick to grab your hips, pulling you into his chest, kissing your face all over. You started giggling as you know you were in 'trouble'.

"You little minx! I get you what you want and you don't even give me a kiss when I walk in the door."

"I'm sorry Jiminie, but ice cream awaits us!"

"Let it melt, I want a kiss."

You turned in his arms and pecked his lips before escaping from his grip and running to the kitchen. He let out a playful roar and chased after you.

"Y/N!"

"I gave you a kiss! Now we need ice cream!"

You took out a few ice cream containers you'd been saving out of the freezer while Jimin reached above you to get the cones from the cupboard.

"We should just make one big ice cream cone and share it."

You didn't think it was a good idea, but Jimin was looking down at you sweetly. Who were you to say no to your perfect angel boyfriend?

"Alright."

~~~~~

You and Jimin had carefully made created a cone of five scoops of ice cream and he was trying to add one more. From how it looked so far, it was going to topple over. And you warned him, but he merely shook it off. You both decided on three scoops each of you, and his was the final one to go on top.

"Got it!"

As he said that, the ice cream started to fall sideways due to the weight. And just your luck, it fell against you, getting ice cream all over your lips, chin and hands. You glared up at Jimin who was trying very hard to keep a straight face. In the end, he started to giggle, almost falling over.

"Park Jimin!" You shrieked, starting to sound angry. In reality, you thought this was just a funny scenario. "We're gonna put the ice cream in bowls next time."

"Can I eat my sweet treat now?"

Before you could answer him, he leaned in and gave you a long passionate kiss. One that was definitely worth melting for.

Taehyung

You'd been sat in the rocking chair in your baby's nursery, rocking them to sleep when you'd hear the front door close. Taehyung must have come home. You heard the patter of little feet coming closer and saw your 4 year old son peaking into the room. You held up your free hand and motioned him to come in. He did, and came bounding at you, almost squishing your infant daughter.

"Hey buddy, be more careful."

"Sorry mommy! Daddy says that uncle Jimin is going to watch me and cissy."

You looked up to see Taehyung leaning against the door frame with a smile on his face. You raised your eyebrows at him, causing him to give you a wink.

The doorbell rang, causing your energetic son to make an attempt to race for the front door. Taehyung had thwarted his plan, scooping him up with one arm and walking out of the room. You shook your head and giggled softly, standing up carefully and carrying your little one to follow your husband and son.

"Thanks for taking them on such short notice." You heard Taehyung say as he handed Jimin a backpack and diaper bag.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After Jimin had taken the kids for the night, Taehyung had practically swept you off your feet. You both had both been so busy with work and the kids that you hadn't had a proper date. But here he was, dressed in black dress pants, a white button-up and black tie. He'd slipped into it while you'd been standing at the window, waving to your son.

"Shall we, my love?"

He led you to the kitchen where he'd set up the table nicely with a white table cloth, red napkins, fancy plates, silverware and wine glasses. In the middle, the centerpiece was a gorgeous vase (he and your son had gotten for you on mother's day a few years prior) with a single red rose. Tea-lights were placed on every surface gave the room a nice glow.

"Taehyung, this is amazing."

"Not as amazing as Jin's food."

You shook your head as he led you to the table and took off the plastic wrapped that covered the food. Your mouth watered as you realized that Tae had gotten Jin to make all your favorite foods.

"I love Jin." You admitted, completely serious as your eyes never left the plate, which caused your husband to laugh.

"I love him too. Let's hurry and eat."

Jungkook

You come home from shopping only to hear the booming loud music from your living-room. No, there wasn't a party going on, it was just a bored lonely Jungkook. If he was home alone, he tended to liven it up with loud music. The song that was playing (blaring) was Here's To The Zeros by Marianas Trench, a song you two had had recently been addicted to. Setting your bags onto the kitchen counter and chuckling to yourself, you stepped into the room, seeing your goofy boyfriend dancing around in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. He was singing his heart out into one of your hairbrushes.

Might as well join him right?

You went to your shared room, stripped down to your own boxers and slipped on one of his shirts. Now you were ready. You slid out of the room in your slippy-socks (when you wore them, the floors in your house seemed to become very slippery), singing along to the song.

"Hey, Oh! Where did all the good go?

Baby this is where you're dead wrong, Alright"

Jungkook finally noticed you, jumping slightly, but not stopping his singing. A good artist doesn't just stop in the middle of a performance. He instead pulled you close to him. The both of you danced around like you were on one hell of a sugar rush.

"Hey, Oh! Here's to all the zeros!

And every misfit, and all my down-and-ups!"

After hours of singing and dancing, you and Jungkook collapsed onto the couch, completely out of breath. He wrapped an arm around you while you laid your head on his chest. Jungkook closed his eyes, smiling. Moments like this were some of his favorites.

"That was fun, Kookie. Let's do it again sometime."

You heard him chuckle softly.

"I thought you wanted a less chaotic date night?"

"This was our kind of chaotic. Not like when we went that attraction restaurant where the animatronics malfunctioned. I can't believe you thought that was a Chuck E Cheese place."

Note: I hope you enjoy these! This took me so long cause I kept changing what I wanted to do for it ^^''

[slasherkisss]

Could I request something for Vincent’s sinclairs S/o has a bath with him and washes all the wax and grease out of it then later on when they get out she french plaits his hair thank you xoxo

The bathroom was filled to the brim with steam. The foggy wetness permeated the air in a way that coated the edges of your lungs just as it coated the front of the medicine cabinet mirror. Heavier than the fog that burned along the southern forest line outside against the moonlight, you kept the window tightly closed so that only a sliver of the natural light actually sunk through the fogged glass. It made the space feel smaller in a way. Darker and more secure as the comfort of only a few candles lit themselves neatly along the edge of the bathtub.

You knew it was just the way he liked it.

Pulling your head from the bathroom door, you spied Vincent sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands nervously playing with one another in his lap as he simply watched the ground, tracing patterns in the dull carpeting as you admired his form for a long, quiet second without his knowledge. When you finally spoke up, it made him startle in just the slightest of flinches. His shoulders rose then fell as his head turned to you, nervous vibrations echoing through the unreadable face of his mask.

“The bath is ready, Vincent. Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

It had taken a lot of effort to get Vincent to leave the warmth of his basement workshop in favor of hygiene. The first time you did it it was with near begging and tears in your eyes, his stubborn fear helping him to stand his ground in frustrated refusal. Months of finally convincing him, however, had brought the two of you into this common and intimate routine together now. Something warm and comforting that brought a sense of serotonin in your veins as Vincent stood up to head with you to the bathroom.

The two of you entered and stripped yourselves of your clothing. You sunk into the water first, followed by Vincent as it always was. When he sat in front of you, showing you nothing but his back, he would remove his mask then. The fragile thing would be set on the sink’s edge, precariously perched but never falling as he let his shoulders relax under the steam of the hot water. He only ever took baths like this, you mused. Only when his brothers were asleep. Only with you and never facing you.

You couldn’t complain. At least he wanted to get clean.

His back was broad and the muscles rippled with power against the stretch of his skin and bend of his bone. As you moistened the edge of the wash cloth in your hand, you felt yourself reach out to run a fingertip along the edges of his shoulder blades and down his spine. It caused Vincent to shiver, a small trail of goosebumps forming in the wake of your touch as you smiled to yourself and reached out with the wet fabric. It touched the edges of his skin and came away with a small layer of dirt and wax. The stuff was always quick to build up when he spent hours in his workshop, constantly editing and obsessing over the pieces he made with an attention to detail you could only admire in the distance.

Your careful touch continued to relax Vincent as he leaned back into you, letting your hands run along his back and arms, soaping up his body before passing him the cloth to continue with his front. In the meantime you gripped the nearby water cup and filled it with warm bathwater, humming as you poured some down the length of his wonderfully long hair, watching the edges of it dampen and curl in the wake of the water.

You massaged shampoo into it as carefully as you could. The generic scent of lilacs filled the room and made you sigh with a pleasant comfort, the flowers relaxing you as you itched with careful fingertips at Vincent’s scalp. He groaned somewhere in the back of his throat and leaned back to allow you better access to his roots. You paid extra attention to the space, running your nails along his scalp and dragging them through the slightly tangled curls of his locks as you did so, cleaning them up in comfortable silence as the two of you enjoyed the splashing of the water around your bodies.

Soon the water clouded and you both were clean. Vincent stepped out and offered a hand to help you from the tub as well. You unplugged the water and allowed it to drain before picking up a towel and drying yourself off, your body with dripping wet as you shook out your hair.

Vincent’s large hand reached up to touch at your scalp, laying a fresh towel across your head and ruffling its ends to help dry your locks with an attentive furrow to his brow. You giggled and reached up, draping another towel over his own hair and catching him by surprise as you ruffled it along his roots as well. 

He smiled.

Sooner still was the comforting slip of fresh skin into clean pajamas and bodies pressed into clean sheets upon a bed. Your room was small and the twin sized bed barely large enough for you and Vincent, but it was still comfortable enough as you ran a hand through the length of his gorgeous, slightly damp locks and began to braid the strands neatly together.

You had forgotten that the two of you could speak. The silence was comforting and warm between you as it always was. Vincent’s silence was one of companionship and pleasant concentration as always. So it startled you to hear the soft edges of his voice pour from his unused vocal chords in a shy, almost unsure manner as he leaned into your careful braiding technique.

“Y/N...?”

“Yes, Vin?”

“I...” He paused for a long, endless moment but your fingertips never stopped moving until the braid you were working on was done.

When you started on the next, his voice cracked as it finally got out what he longed to say.

“I love you...”

You paused, eyes wide at the confession, but soon your expression shifted to a smile of appreciation. Leaning forward, you kissed his cheek around his shoulder, leaning your head on the muscle with a sigh of contentment in your chest, making Vincent relax underneath you.

“I love you too, Vin.”

Yes, you liked this routine very much. 

[notfckincool]

DIRTY GIRL

CHAPTER 10

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana embarks on a casual but obviously filthy affair with Negan, accidentally falling for the man, knowing he will never love her. Angst and Kinky fuckery.

Its Negan so expect swearing and strong sexual content throughout

Chapter 10 - Giant box of sex toys

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana is invited to stay the night with Negan before he leaves for a long run. Seeing yet another side to Negan's personality, she realizes her feelings for her handsome fuckbuddy might run a little deeper than she cares to admit. (ctd from shower scene ch9)

WARNINGS🔞 marking, sensation play, sex toys, butt stuff. daddy kink, edging, lil bit o' fluff 

"You are mine now, to do with as I please. I don't have to leave until the day after tomorrow and when I'm finished with you, you won't be able to walk. I'm going to make sure you can still feel me while I'm gone."

Legs clamped around his hips, face inches from mine, his words reverberate through me...I'm completely under his spell, caught up in the intensity in his dark eyes and the promise of his undivided attention. I've longed for this. Eyes still locked, he lowers me gently, smirking at the power he knows he has over me. 

"Now turn around princess let's wash that shit outta your hair"

My hair is lathered, massaged, and gently rinsed. The last of the blood of those who dared to defy us, swirling away down the plughole. A long but comfortable silence falls over us as his fingers glide softly over my neck, shoulders and arms. The first time we've been together without the constant banter and I don't feel the need to fill the space with chatter. I focus on his soapy hands moving firmly but gently over my body. A softness to his touch, a tenderness I'm not familiar with. He finds the knots above my shoulder blades, thumbs pressing circles into my aching muscles.

"Ugh...That feels so good"

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, there...down a bit..left a bit"

"What about there?" he applies more pressure, chuckling as he squeezes a tight knot.

"Ow...fuck..ow..yeah...that hurts"  I laugh, wriggling beneath his strong hands "...Dont stop though"

"What about this bit…..right...here…"

"Oooooohh….you fucker" I squirm and chuckle" You really fucking love hurting me"

"Hahaha, yes I fucking do….and don't pretend you don't love it. Now stop fucking wriggling" He delivers a stinging slap to my wet ass.

"Ahhh"

"Never get fuckin tired of hearing that, princess" he chuckles giving me another slap.

"Ahhh. You're a sadist" 

He laughs a genuine warm laugh. I feel his breath on my neck and a row of delicate kisses. I react to his touch with a roll of my head giving him better access. Sweeping my hair aside, grazing me softly with lips and teeth, we almost feel like a normal couple….almost

"Yes I am...a sadistic fuck….mmmmm….your ass looks good with my handprints on it...and you girl, you, are a masochist....so what the fuck are we going to do about that?" 

Hands weaving into my hair, twisting until it's balled in his fist, his weight shifts behind me, lurching forward, pressing me splayed against the shower wall. My breath hitches, the sudden change in tone and temperament excites me. Teeth clamp down onto my neck, and I moan quietly as he sucks marks onto my skin.

"See.." his voice low in my ear "Fucking…..Mine". 

Withdrawing suddenly, he releases my hair and switches off the water. My heart pounding, I wait silently against the wall, listening as he moves behind me. I love the excitement of never knowing what he's going to do next.

...And then I feel the softness of his lips kissing my freshly bruised skin and I'm carefully turned around and wrapped in a large fluffy towel. I look up at him from under my lashes, mesmerized as he gently rubs my hair and tenderly pats me dry. Well this is….a whole new level of unpredictability. I'm surprised by this softer caring side of him but I've got to admit, I like it, and I can't help but wonder if this is what it's like to be a wife. Arranging the towel around me he tucks it in, my look of total confusion is lost on him as he flashes me one of his heart stopping smiles. He kisses my forehead before turning and grabbing himself a towel, tucking it casually around his waist as he strolls off into the living room.I peer around the door frame after him as he pours two drinks from an expensive looking decanter, following him into the room as he sets the glasses on the coffee table. He sits on the sofa, pats the seat beside him, I sit, like a good girl, and accept the glass he offers me.

" We did a great fucking job tonight….we make an awesome team"

"No one messes with us" I grin, raising my glass.

"Damn fucking straight!" 

Our glasses chink together and we take a sip, his eyes never leaving mine, watching me over the rim of his glass

"You did good…...I'm real fucking proud of you"

Proud of me? He leans forward to wipe a splash of liquor from my lips, his thumb lingering. Then closer still, his lips tantalisingly close to mine. My stomach does a weird and unexpected thing. That feeling you get as the rollercoaster tips over the first dip? And did I just blush? A smile plays at the corner of his lips, his thumb still lightly resting on mine. I find myself searching his eyes, softer now, and the wicked twinkle is back. Overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, I lean in…..and of course he pulls back, sinking into the sofa taking a sip of his drink. Damn it! Why did I do that? I know the rules. Trying to disguise my disappointment I fiddle with my towel and take a large swig, emptying the glass while thinking of something to say to ease my frustration.

"So, you all set for the run?" I ask casually. 

"Yeah, Simon's just finalizing a few things, then we're good to go"

"I wish I could come" I glance across at him. God, did that sound needy?

"Yeah.. me too... but I need you here" he glances back, looking sincere.

"You sure? I can be so much more useful..."

"Ana, no, it's decided." he interrupts "You're staying here" He drains his glass.

Is he angry with me? Did I go too far? Nodding, I draw up my legs, resting my chin on my knees, and stare pensively at the empty glass... I'll miss you...That's what I wanted to say, but I didn't. What's wrong with me? I know what this is. Ok, enough now, stop being weird you'll scare him off and he'll pack you off back to your own room. I have him all to myself for tonight, and tomorrow, and I'm making the most of it. He looks back at me, resting his hand on my knee.

"You know, you're one of the few people I trust to handle things here while I'm gone...I need you….here"

More praise. My stomach does that thing again and I try to look cool, but I know he sees right through it. I need to get a grip. There's a long lingering eyelock and a bite of his lip before he snatches the glass from me and rises from the sofa with a chuckle. I hear him refilling the drinks.

"I got you something"

"Really? What is it?" 

Resting the refills on the table he sits next to me, passing me a box fastened with a satin bow. I look at him puzzled as he grins like an excited child on Christmas morning.

"You're gonna fuckin love this!...come on, fuckin open it"

I grin back and pull the bow, lifting the lid and stare into the box.

"Oh…...A giant box of sex toys…for me…..you shouldn't have" I smile

"Yeah! You fuckin love it, right? I knew you fuckin would. Don't worry they're all brand spanking new in the wrappers. Couldn't believe my fuckin luck when we came across this sex store on a run, surprisingly well stocked, not really survival essentials I guess, well except for you? nudges me and chuckles "Been keeping them here….cos…..Well.... I knew you'd fuckin appreciate...."He wiggles his eyebrows, his tongue poking out between his teeth. He's genuinely pleased with himself. 

"....ya know….Since I'm gonna be away…." he grabs my wrist. "…and it might be a while…." pulls me towards his lap. "....and I know how antsy you get if I'm not around to satisfy you..." I straddle him smiling widely."...so…." he grasps my hips tightly.".....you will wait for me until I get back…." rolls his hips upwards. "...no screwing around…" he grabs at my ass. "..no one gets to fuckin touch you but me…." squeezes my ass. "...you behave when I'm not here…understood?" He grips my chin firmly."... Are you gonna be a good girl while daddy's away?"

Oh yeah, I know what this is. I like this game and I'll happily play along. I am definitely going to make the most of it.

"Yes" I nod"

"That is exactly fuckin right." His grip tightening on my chin.

There's a sudden knock at the door that jolts us both. I sigh and reluctantly dismount. He answers the door, returning with a tray of snacks, a tub of ice cream, two spoons and a satisfied grin.

"Time to eat princess" He sets down the tray as I rummage through the box, selecting a large dildo, wiggling it with a smirk.

"Yeah... but look at this"

"Impressive" he chuckles sitting himself back down " I mean, not as good as the real fucking thing obviously" he clutches himself under the towel " but it should tide you over while I'm gone"

"You are so thoughtful" I smile sweetly

"I really fucking am" he grins " I am sooooo fucking good to you. Now eat. You're going to need your energy." he winks, I turn my attention back to the box, inspecting and unwrapping a shiny new butt plug, waving it at him.

"But daddy…  I want to play"

"Get back here on my lap you bad fuckin girl... I said eat...Now open wide princess" I look shyly at him as I open my mouth for him. "Oh princess..who do you think you're fuckin kidding? I know you can open wider than that" And then we feel normal again. We eat and talk and laugh, teasing and fooling around like best friends, as though the cruel world outside never existed. I get to see the part of him that no one else does, except maybe the wives. Maybe that's why they do it. Maybe it's not so bad afterall. A sliver of ice cream escapes the spoon, trickling down my chin.

"You're not doing a very good job of this" I laugh "I can feed myself you know" 

Leaning forward his tongue strokes over my chin and across my lips.

"Yeah, but this is more fun"

His cool lips brush against mine as he trails the spoon lightly down my neck and collar bone, cold metal grazing against warm skin. His eyes on mine he unfastens my towel and it falls away. The spoon continues its journey torturously slowly across the curve of my breasts, resting on a nipple which hardens on contact, sending a shudder right to my core. I react with a whimper and grind against him. He watches the spoon travel to the other nipple. I inhale sharply, grinding again.

Leaning in he licks slowly over my nipple, teasing with cold lips and tongue over the sensitive bud. My body begs for more, arching backwards, grinding rhythmically against the hardening beneath his towel. He reaches between us pushing it away, revealing his swelling cock, and pulls me to him as he takes my nipple fully into his mouth. Sucking, cold tongue swirling, teeth nipping and pinching. The other nipple between finger and thumb rolling and tugging. 

And just like that I want him.. again. Never get enough of the way he makes me feel, the way my body reacts to him. I want him on me, in me, but more than that, I crave the intimacy, the closeness. No longer satisfied with a quick casual fuck, am I becoming obsessed? Feeling him growing beneath me, all self control goes out of the window. I slide along his length, giving myself the friction I need, coating him in my arousal, my hands threading into his hair. 

"Look at my needy little princess getting herself off on daddys big cock" His hand grabs firmly at my hair and tugs. 

I know he doesn't feel that way about me. Just another toy, another plaything, willing to let him do whatever he wants, but I can't help myself. I always want more.

Reaching for the metal plug he dips and holds it in the ice cream, then puts it to my lips, offering it to me to lick clean. I hold his gaze, his eyes darkening again as my tongue swirls across the cold surface.

"I know what I want to eat next" he smirks "On your hands and knees princess"

Obediently I pry myself from his lap and position myself on all fours. His long large fingers slide tantalisingly between my folds, exploring the wetness flooding from me. Fingers gliding up and down from clit to ass and back again, spreading my arousal.

"Babygirl, you are fuckin soaked...practically dripping….and it's all for me….I want to taste that sweet honey now, princess, hold still for me" 

I quiver as I feel his mouth on me. 

"Mmmmmmm" he hums against me as he hungrily devours me and I desperately try to hold still as his tongue teases my pussy and ass. 

"Princess, I said hold still, and you better not cum until I say."

I feel his finger circling the tight hole, permitting him entrance as he slowly eases in. I inhale sharply, stifling a moan, holding off the inevitable.

"Fuck!" I gasp

"You like that princess?"

"Mhm" I mumble into the leather

"Use your words princess. Tell me what you want,"

"I like it...I want more...please"

"Good girl"

Another wet finger is pushed inside, stretching me. It feels so good I can't resist the urge to bear down.

"Oh god...I'm gonna.."

"..Tsk tsk" he tuts at me withdrawing his fingers, delivering a spank "I said keep still" he scolds

"Please...I'll behave" I plead, desperately needing my release.

"Yes, you will, darlin" 

The icy cold metal of the plug is pressed against my clit, it sends electricity pulsing through me. He teases my cunt, coating it in my juices, dipping it inside me, sliding its way to my ass where it rests. Pushing in a little he holds it there,fingers back to circling my clit, the perfect speed and pressure. My jaw clenches, eyes clamp shut, teetering on the edge of orgasm, I pant and clutch at the leather.

"Oh god, oh god...please"

"Breath princess, you're doing so well but, I want to hear you beg" he insists, pushing it in a little more, meeting resistance as I subconsciously clench, twisting, taunting me. I wriggle and get another slap.

"Fuck! Please"

"Beg me"

"Please...I need to cum...please...please daddy"

"You've been so good babygirl……"

Easing in further, the cold metal, the stinging burn on my ass, the rubbing of my clit, its overwhelming.

"Thats it, Babygirl…..cum for me" 

Pushing it in all the way, I'm sent soaring over the edge, back arching, trembling, convulsing. I cum so hard I feel it dripping from me.

"Such a good girl. I'm so proud of you…." 

The jewelled plug sitting snugly inside me, he runs his hand down my back, strokes tenderly over the sore pink handprints on my cheeks as I shake from the waves of pleasure rushing through me.

"...Mmmmm….your ass looks so pretty princess."

I feel him lining up behind me, running his shaft between my folds coating and wetting himself, teasing me with his tip. I'm still shuddering and shaking as he grabs my hips and plunges into me. 

"Holy fuck!" 

I'm completely filled. Holding me tight as I contract around him, he growls low, withdrawing slowly only to snap back in as far as he can go. I moan loudly, the double penetration almost too much to bear. Snap. Hold. Snap. Hold. Over and over. Every thrust as powerful as the last. Gradually picking up speed I brace myself against the sofa, his fingers digging into my hips as he sets his pace, hitting me deep inside, the sound of his groans triggering the heat again, building and spreading, washing over me. Praise and obscenities pour from his lips. Hard relentless fucking until he loses his rhythm, withdrawing quickly and the warm wet splash of his release spills on my back.

Exhausted, I collapse onto the sofa.

"Fuck, princess!...God fuckin damn!"

Gently, he wipes me down and casts away the towel.

"Does look good that pretty jewel in your ass, might request you wear it to the next savior meeting" he grins "our little secret, I'll enjoy watching you squirm" He chuckles. "Think you're gonna enjoy my little gift?"

"Sorry can't speak"

He laughs and lifts himself from the sofa, taking the box of toys and tray of snacks over to the bedside table, nodding for me to join him on the four poster.

"Can't walk either" I laugh

Shaking his head he scoops me up carrying me to the bed, placing me down gently and handing me a bottle of water. He lays down beside me, head propped on his arm, watching me sip the water. 

Reaching across me to the tub of rapidly melting ice cream, he kisses my neck and says in my ear

"Oh, I am in no way finished with you yet"

He grabs the tub and sits himself upright, loading up his spoon, looking at me with a dark smirk.

"Best eat up, princess. I promised to fuck you all night, and I am a man of my word"

MASTERLIST

@chloejanedecker1 @negan-love @bychrissi @nayghtynegan @negans-attagirl

[theladysexpistol]

Scenario/hcs for Mista or Fugo taking a bath with their s/o? Bubbles and fluff are 🥺

I would absolutely like to take a bath with a hot Italian man please 🥺

First time I’m gonna try this, but I think I’m gonna do two scenarios? Idk. They’ll probably be on the shorter side but I’m getting fluff scenario from this.

Might have to rank this at 1 😈 spicy level because nudity, but it won’t get too explicit

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Mista

You need a lifeguard at this beach 😏

Your boyfriend’s stance on hygiene was... lax, to put it bluntly. He showered less than anyone else you had ever known in your life, usually only from sweat and grime, or the occasional blood stain, or after you seduced him in with the promise of shower sex. It was always very fun, though you weren’t entirely sure if that counted as anyone getting clean.

Bubble baths were an entirely different story with Guido Mista. There was something different about it, maybe the lazy way the two of you would lay there in the gentle heat with bubbles floating around you. The two of you with a glass of wine in hand, as Mista’s hands brushed over your skin. He loved to touch your skin, it was a reassurance to him, like he needed to know you were there, and you were real. He was all too excited when he came home and heard music playing from the bathroom, stripping down to his birthday suit and slipping into the tub behind you before you had even realized he was home.

Not unlike what was already taking place this evening.

You had barely started filling the tub - glass of Brunello di Montalcino already in hand, of course; who in their right mind wouldn’t get the wine first - as the smell of lavender and citrus soap began to rise with the steam around you, a pair of large hands gripped your waist and pulled you back harshly against another warm body.

“Guess who~” Mista sang, as if he thought you didn’t know immediately.

You turned around while still in your boyfriend’s grasp, leaning forward to kiss him as well as reach for the second glass sitting on the sink and putting it into his hand. “I take it you’ll be joining me?”

“I got off work early for you, bambino,” He replied, followed by the sounds of Mista undoing his belt and dropping his pants. When he finally let go of you to take his shirt off with his other arm, he was so distracted by giving you a show that he nearly spilled the good wine in his hand all over the bathroom floor. Luckily your hand snapped out just in time to catch the glass and a good look at his body, sculpted like a Roman gladiator.

“And you nearly made me clean up expensive Brunello,” you rolled your eyes, but got undressed too. Like a moth to a flame, Mista’s lips met the back of your neck, right between the shoulders and a shiver ran down your spine. After a moment of the two of you just standing there in the middle of your bathroom, you finally pushed him off and sunk into the water. Barely half a second later, his larger body followed and once again pulled you flush against his chest.

Mista wasted no time in covering every inch of your skin he could find in kisses, nipping a bit harsher at the skin of your neck, enough that you knew you’d be waking up with bruises and you let out a soft whine of protest. His hands wrapped around your stomach and legs brushed across your hips under the water. You sipped at the liquid in your glass before twisting around to kiss Mista, a hand sliding over his pectoral muscles and up to his neck as the two of you deepened the embrace.

You didn’t think life could get much better than this.

Fugo

You looked up from your magazine when you heard your boyfriend return home, several strings of swear words and fury dancing their way down the hallway toward the open door of the bathroom. One foot hung lazily over the side of the tub, around you the delicate fragrance of green tea and bamboo. You’d had a stressful day at work, and drawn a relaxing, bubbly bath for yourself. It sounded like Fugo hadn’t come home in a good mood either.

With a sigh, you got out of the tub, pulling up the drain slightly so that you could replace the cooled water with more heat once you returned. You had barely wrapped a towel around yourself to go greet him when Fugo made his way to the bedroom, looking very angry.

“Need to let off a little steam?” You asked him with a slight smile. You gave him all the patience in the world when he was angry, and Fugo was never shy of telling you how much he loved you for it.

“I just cannot wrap my head around this Roma deal,” he blurted out, so blinded by his frustration that his eyes apparently went right over your steamy, flushed skin, and the towel wrapped around you. “Honestly I don’t understand what the others are thinking!”

“Mmhm...” you hummed agreeably, not quite sure what he was talking about - and almost absolutely certain you weren’t supposed to be hearing any of it, since you weren’t a member of Passione - but recognizing that Fugo has probably been passed over in the decision-making in some way, when he preferred to understand every step of the way. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gently plants a kiss on his nose so that he could continue uninterrupted, as you pulled him backwards into the bathroom.

He was clearly distracted, taking the bait until you wiggles out of his arms to fill the tub again with hot water and incense.

“Wha-?” Fugo said finally, causing you to grin in triumph as you dropped your towel to the floor. The way his face immediately flustered left you incredibly satisfied.

“How about a little bubble bath to relax, amore?” You purred, planting a kiss on his lips now that he’d gone silent. “I’ll even scrub your back for you.”

You reached toward him and undid one button, then two, sliding the jacket sleeves off his arms as though he were a trance.

“Muh?” Fugo blinked dumbly after you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him closer to the tub as you stepped inside, and he was right on the edge.

You giggled at his expression. “You’re a big boy, you can get your pants off yourself right?” You teased a little more, slipping into the water and taking your magazine again. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The green tea and bamboo was exactly what he needed, too.

Before your eyes opened, you heard the sound of Fugo entering the bath and a wide smile crawled onto your face again. When you opened them, Fugo was behind you in the bath, forehead pressed to your bare shoulder.

“Thank you...” he mumbled softly, and the tone of his face made it impossible for you to not be facing him any longer. You spun around, maybe getting your magazine wet in the process but you didn’t care. All you cared about was making sure Fugo got the stress relief he deserved.

[thefreakydeaky]

Thunder Kiss ‘66

Characters: John Winchester x Reader

Summary: You witness your co-worker being murdered by a monster. You do your best to protect yourself.As luck would have it, a mysterious stranger intervines.John Winchester saves you from the ghoul, but who will save you from John Winchester?

Warning: Language, S m u t , Canon Typical Gore

One Shot

Word Count: 2,364

“What’s your name, Darlin’?” Your tall handsome savior asked.

Such a mundane question in the wake of heart-stopping terror and disturbing violence felt inconceivable.

”Y/N .” You heard yourself respond.

Kind eyes of molten gold and olive green gazed into yours.You were transfixed.

“That’s a beautiful name.” He commented leading you calmly through the room with his hand at the small of your back.

“What’s your name?”Your voice sounded steadier than you felt, but if he noticed how shaken up you were, he didn’t show it.

“Name’s John.John Winchester.” He told you with a disarming grin.

“How did you know how to stop them? I tried everything.I even stabbed it, but it kept coming.”You rambled.

The shock of what you had witnessed was starting to wear off.He sighed but didn’t stop moving.

“It’s complicated.How about right now we just focus on getting you outta here?” He suggested leading you out the back door.

The old pick up rumbled loudly down Highway 290. It wasn’t until he pulled into the parking lot of a sleazy looking motel that you started to worry.

Holy shit!

You didn’t know this man.You didn’t know what he was capable of. Well…that wasn’t entirely true.You knew he was capable of killing those things whatever they were.

Oh Great!A+ decision making skills, Y/N!

He put it in park and turned watching you contemplatively for a quiet moment.

O-kay don’t panic don’t panic don’t-

“So, normally I don’t do this.I get in, kill the evil son’s of bitches, and then get the hell out of town, but… I gotta tell you, in all my years doing this, I never seen a civi that could handle themselves that well against a monster.”

“A what?”

“A monster.A ghoul.”He repeated solemnly.

“They are creatures that generally hang around grave yards feeding on the flesh of the dead but when they seek vengeance like that particular monster, there’s no telling.”

“Feed…on the flesh…of the dead?”

He nodded giving you a look that made your cheeks burn.

“You know, I think we should have this conversation after we get a couple of drinks in you.”

So many questions came to mind that you hardly had time to think about them before a new one came up.

Was this real? Was he crazy? Were you?

The thing that attacked you had seemed very real. A “ghoul” he’d called it.

“You, uh, might wanna get cleaned up.” He told you interrupting your thoughts.And there it was again, that charming grin.

“Mhmmm” You murmured helpless against the pair of warm hazel eyes trained on yours.

His tongue licked lightly at the corner of his mouth and your eyes followed the movement. John leaned in close.You didn’t move away.His face was just inches from yours. You leaned forward. The popping sound of the lock on the passenger door being pulled up snapped you out of your reverie.

“You feelin’ okay?” He asked amused.

“I feel fine.”You grumbled making to get out of the truck.

You followed him to his motel room watching as he unlocked the door with large steady hands. You berated yourself internally for thinking of the many ways a man like him might put such capable hands to use.

“Bathroom’s right over there, Kid.”

He gestured to the door on your left.You cringed at the appellation, but ducked into the bathroom anyway closing the door behind you.

What you saw in the mirror made you gasp.Not in your worst nightmares had you ever seen yourself so disheveled.There were blood stains all over your clothes.Drying patches of it on your arms, neck, and face.You even had bloody bits and pieces of ghoul in your hair.Turning away from the mirror, You peeled off your top and shimmied out of your ripped up clothing. You kicked your ruined clothes into a pile before getting into the shower.

Under the warm water, you began to feel good again.The more you scrubbed the better you felt. By the time you were done, you were no longer freaking out.You turned off the water stepping out of the tub to find that John had taken away the pile of ruined clothes and left you a towel.

You rang your hair out over the sink and did your best to dry it with the towel.Your reflection looked the same way it had before you left the house that morning, but You didn’t feel like the same person.

You considered the facts.Something evil had walked into the store today and brutally murdered your co-worker.If John Winchester hadn’t come in to help you when he did, you wouldn’t be alive.You glanced down at the towel in your hand contemplatively and your reflection seemed to agree with the idea.Carefully folding in the edge,you wrapped the towel around you.

He was stepping back into the room when you opened the door. You didn’t say anything just watched him close the door behind him, a brown paper bag in his hand.His eyes met yours for the briefest moment before he noticed how little you were wearing. Then he got caught up taking in the rest of you.His eyes moved slowly down your body.You noticed his throat work as he swallowed, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

“Enjoy your shower?”John inquired freeing a bottle of low grade whisky from the bag and setting it on the table.

“Yes.” You replied taking a seat. “I did.”

“I can lend you a shirt.” He poured three fingers of whiskey into each of the cheap plastic cups he had set on the table.

”Oh, I don't mind.” You winked picking up the small white cup.

He sat down in the chair opposite you and took a sip regarding you thoughtfully.

“That so?” He drawled meeting your gaze.

It was a challenge.You didn’t dare look away.You had a feeling that John Winchester had an aversion to weakness and the last thing you wanted was for him to size you up and find you lacking.However, his unwavering stare was beginning to make you feel self conscious.You took a sip of the honey colored liquor for courage.

“Why are you making it so hard for me, Kid?” He sounded almost strained.

“It’s Y/N.” You reminded him taking another sip.

He took a deep breath and smiled.

“I’m trying to do the right thing here,Y/N.”

Ordinarily a statement like that would be reason enough for you to back down, but your towel had slipped lower during the conversation and John’s eyes were no longer on yours when he spoke.

“And what exactly is the right thing, John?”You knew full well that you had the upper hand.

“Get you some clothes, drop you off at your place.”

“Mmm...I get the feeling you aren’t all that keen on that idea.”

“I saved your life.All that’s left for me to do is give you a ride home.”He seemed torn, but from the way his gaze kept traveling from your lips to your cleavage You knew it wasn’t much of a battle.

”Or I could spend the night thanking you for saving my life.”

“I’d be taking advantage.”

“No. You wouldn’t.”

“This conversation is getting old fast, Kid.” He sounded as frustrated as You felt.

“So it’s back to ‘kid’ now?”

“By comparison.” He sighed running his hand over his eyes wearily.

You put the cup back on the table and stood.

“That’s not true.”You told him taking off the towel and letting it drop to the ground.

You heard a sharp in take of breath and watched his expression change.His eyes roamed over your figure, pupils blown wide with desire.Without another word, You climbed into his lap and pressed your lips to his.His hands were on you in an instant kneading and caressing your hips and ass.

“Fuck.” He cursed gruffly.“How old are you?”

“Old enough.” You murmured against his lips.

“That’s what they all say.”He contested breaking the kiss.

You huffed offended at the implication.

“Answer the question.” The deep growl of his voice sent shivers down your spine.

After a moment's hesitation you leaned in and whispered your answer in his ear.

“Jesus.” John muttered palming your breast in his large warm hand. "You are younger than my youngest son."

"Does that really bother you?"

"Not nearly as much as it should."

You kissed and nibbled at his neck.

He groaned, one hand in your hair the other massaging your breast.

You tugged the button up shirt he had on down his shoulders.

John kissed you roughly almost sloppily.You could feel his insistent erection against the back of your thigh begging for attention and it thrilled you.Men like John Winchester didn’t need much in their lives to get by, but tonight he needed you.Warmth bloomed in your chest at the thought.

You ran your hands over the muscles of his back, his biceps and reveled in the simple pleasure of skin to skin contact.

“You’re nothin’ but trouble, you know that?” He murmured against your collar bone.

You ran your fingers through his hair and sighed.

He kissed your breast lightly.His tongue slipped out running over your nipple slow and tantalizing.

“Damn, you taste good.” His warm breath against your damp skin sent a little wave of pleasure rolling down your body.

You began kneading his erection through the rough fabric of his jeans and ground your ass against the hard length.The teasing didn’t stop. John continued nibbling, licking, sucking on your nipples and breasts until your breathing became ragged.Your pussy was almost wet enough to drip.You leaned back just enough to unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper freeing his thick cock from his jeans.You made to mount him, loving the thick ridged length of his dick already.You felt like you were falling.You gasped as he tipped you forward the only thing holding you in place, his arm around your waist.

“I’m not that kind of man.” He drawled.

“Wh-wha?” You sputtered as he lay you down on the mattress.

“I am always on top.” He growled as he sank into you.

“Haaa…aah..” You became incoherent then.

Every sound he drew out of you was a testimony to the pleasure he elicited with each and every thrust.When you thought you might reach orgasm, you began to push your hips up against his. John held you down firmly to stop you.

“Not yet.” His gruff voice, and mesmerizing eyes filled with hunger were very nearly your undoing.To your surprise, he drew back, pulling out of you. You groaned in disappointment.

“I-I won’t do it again.” Your voice sounded whiny and you hated it, but You needed him. The whisper of a smile passed across his lips as he kneeled there between your thighs.

“I wouldn’t leave you like that, Baby.” He assured you.

You looked on as he kissed his way down your stomach and then his head was between your thighs. He kissed you wetly, open mouthed and you whimpered at the delectable sensation. He licked and sucked at the swollen skin and this time he didn’t pull away when you grinded yourself against his tongue.

“Mmmm” He hummed as if he’d never tasted anything as good as you. John sucked on your clitoris and You lost yourself. A tide of euphoria drowned you in blissful feelings.

“Fuck, John, oh John.” You cried out holding onto his hands where they were gripping your thighs.

You lay there drunk on him and the way he made you feel as he made his way back up your body.Your eyes stayed on his as he thrust back into you seeking his pleasure now.His thick cock slid into you a little more easily than it had before, your cum coating his shaft.He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue imitating the movements of your lower bodies only served to re-ignite the embers of your ardent desire for him. Your thighs trembled as he quickened the pace, fucking you in earnest. The incredibly arousing sound of his balls slapping against your ass drew a whimper from your throat.

“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? My cock deep in this nice tight pussy?” His deep voice sent shivers through you.

He pulled out just to sink back in, rolling his hips.

“Nnn…yes.” You moaned not caring how needy you sounded this time.“God, yes.”

John thrust deeper into you making you cry out and you couldn’t hold back any longer.Your walls clenched tightly around his dick as a second orgasm, rocked you, taking you to a place of exquisite ecstasy.He called your name as he came.You watched in a daze as he reached his peak cumming deep inside you, leaving you feeling wondrously full.

“Why am I trouble?” You asked later that night, as you lay tangled together beneath the thin bed sheet.

“What?” He murmured sleepily.

“You said I was nothing but trouble, why?” You persisted running your fingers down his arm and back up to his shoulder in a lazy caress.

“What it means, is that you’re the keepin’ kind and a hunter’s got a short life span.” He replied letting out a yawn.

“What does that mean for me?” You wondered out loud.

“Don’t worry about tomorrow, Kid.”He told you. "Trust me.It's nights like this that make life worth living."

You weren't entirely sure what he meant. John kissed the top of your head and held you close. You drifted to sleep, clinging to the notion that you would never forget John Winchester and the night you had spent together.