#i need more bathin content

[da-shrimping-station]

drawing practice with Bathin

got a new tablet and im tryna get used to it

[aconflagrationofmyown]

You’ve definitely become one of my favorite Elvis writers on here, Marina.

And I wanted to ask you, are you planning to do more Elvis series? Like a series of Hollywood!Elvis, where he fights to be a serious actor and falls in love with one his co-stars. Or more Elvis AU, since we already have Pirate!Elvis. For example Cowboy!Elvis. Spy!Elvis like a James Bond or Agent Elvis. Mafia!Elvis. Even a Superhero!Elvis.

I think you’d do such a good job bringing all those concepts to life 🤭

My sweet anon, thank you so much, what a kind thing to say, I’m so glad my writing has brought you joy. 💋🌸💋 As for AU’s I did start a series about Hollywood E, yet never finished it. And for now I’ve got riverboat Captain E and father figure E to chew and that’s a lot on its own…but never say never. I think this would be something I’d have to have pitched to me and see if it resonates? So far I’ve not fully cooked up anything else original that hasn’t been done better by others. I’m always happy to dish out recs, fyi.

BUT THAT SAID…I’m messing around with little snippets, a filthy fairytale in collaboration with @elvisabutler and this demented Regency Elvis headcanon below that “my sexy secretary” @ab4eva took down from a chat. Enjoy…

I Bet on Losing Dogs -🥀 A Regency Elvis Blurb

18+ blurb, warning sexual content ahead, arranged marriage, romance novella style stuff

Imagine this: Regency Elvis whose wife has recently left him for a foreigner, taking with her his only child -a daughter who cannot inherit. He needs an heir.

Zero promises of love or fidelity or even bare respect for his new wife but…there’ll be position and status and jewels so long as you perform your wifely duties without complaint.

Jaded and lonely, I need freshly betrayed Elvis buying off a nobleman for his daughter, a Baron who’s mortgaged his estate for debts, Mr. Presley gets the association with your family’s nobility and you get the much needed wealth that new money brings.

And so your new husband comes in nightly in an embroidered robe and a solitary lit candle to consummate your union. He’s got all that chest hair displayed and a lil ponch of a belly showing out his robe as he slowly undoes the tie every night, never rushed, and you can feel the jitters down to your toes every time as you hug the sheet to your chin.

*Let go, Darlin,* he’s always murmuring as he pulls the sheet from your grip, *must do what needs done*

He fucks you hard and fast for such a delicate woman and then tosses you spending money to make up for it.

Reminds you after each visit to yoru chambers that you have a job to do. One single job.

*Gimme that son and maybe you’ll get that sea bathin’ ya been hankerin’ for*

(Elvis is from Yorkshire if he was ever transported to an English Setting AU, ok? No question, unless the question is Irish versus Yorkish)

Each time, when he finishes and pants into the humid crook of your neck, his hand blindly strokes away your tears and he whispers in gravelly apology, *I’ll leave ya alone, moment ya start to swell, I swear it, I’ll leave ya alone lil girl*

But that’s not why you’re crying, you wish he’d stay, he doesn’t know how cold you get when he leaves you and his sweat and spend cools on your skin and leaves you shivering.

You could curse the woman who laid here before you, who broke his heart and still haunts this place, like the wall opposite the bed with its outline of a portrait missing on the sun-bleached wall.

You wonder what she looked like, this missing wife.

You wonder if she secretly craved the burning stretch of him like you do, possibly not if she left for someone more…continental. Was he too voracious for her? Or was it the loneliness that finally ate her through like the moths who try the same with the bed canopy.

One night, Mr. Presley’s hand slips from your shoulder down to your breast, very rarely does he maul you there except in his direst paroxysms of pleasure, but tonight he slips and grabs and it’s so sore you nearly cry aloud from the ache.

*I swear I’ll leave ya be* he had said and you bite your lip savagely, cinch your corsets cruelly and wonder how to make him love you, tolerate you even. Anything so that you’re not left alone like he promises.

Are your breasts sore from being with child? You worry so.

So the next night you scheme, and when he shakes atop you and catches his breath and makes to roll away, you grab hold of him and keep him close.

*Six months* you murmur, and he seems confused by your meaning, *six month’s you’ve visited me nightly save for menses and Lent, and no child to show for it. Won’t you stay? Nurse says if the man remains…after…the chances are greater.*

Ensuing cockwarming between two people who’ve barely spoken outside of bed…little chats…because neither can sleep and in fact, he doesn’t really sleep that much at all, he admits.

*what do you do then? At nights?* you ask.

He reads a lot, he tells you and he’s got a telescope, and you tentatively ask if he’ll read to you.

He agrees with a shy *i-if ya want that, I will*

About the books. You asks if he will tonight instead of leaving and he says yes.

Then he hesitates and asks lowly, *can we…once more?…before?*

He asks if he can do it again, before he grabs the books, because he firmed up again while acting as a stopper in your warm cunt.

You’re already a wet mess down there and perhaps he moves you around, spoons you.

Puts himself back in and you’re so wet from what he gave you before and your excitement at the intimacy you feel in this movement.

And due to the difference in angle, for the first time, you actually come from the feeling of your husband inside you. His flaming hot body behind you, his thick arms wrapped around your body, the delicious rub of him in your womb.

And you’re quite sure you’ve already made a child but he doesn’t need to know. Not yet.

Anything to keep him coming back.

[another-lost-mc]

I am starved of Bathin content, I wanna know more about this little kid please

Bathin. :3

(picrew used)

For the most part, Bathin is your average demon child - full of energy, a chaotic imp capable of all kinds of mischief, and completely unpredictable.

Going along with my primary/secondary sin headcanons, his sin designations haven't been confirmed yet but if you want a hint, there's a good chance he's going to be a combination of Envy and Wrath. He's prone to very sullen moods, secretive and manipulative behaviour, and startlingly angry/violent outbursts. Again, not unheard of for demon children, but it's enough for Mephisto and his parents to guess where his sins will manifest as he grows older.

He's very fond of Mephisto. Protective, even, despite being the younger sibling. Mephisto is a very attentive older brother and there's not much he wouldn't do or give to keep Bathin happy and safe.

Bathin is functionally blind in one eye since birth. Most of the time he only wears the eye patch in public if he feels particularly nervous or self-conscious about it. On his worst days, he will sometimes wear the patch in the comfort of his ancestral home, too. Those are the times where he keeps to himself and his behaviour is the most erratic.

Bathin doesn't attend RAD, although he might when he gets older. Like other young nobles that haven’t completely grown yet, he has private tutors along with his parents and brother that teach him. His spell work needs practice, but he shows promise as a young alchemist or potions-master.

Other demons can be apprehensive around him. There are times when Bathin says or does something more mature or devious than a demon his age ought to, but in the next instant he’s back to his childlike wonder and curiosity.

[sparkbeast20]

This is not a headcanon just some food for thought (you can expand on this if you want).

I think we all know most demons are assigned an animal of some sort... Do you think they have them like pets? For example, Paimon, I like to imagine he has a camel at his place ironically called princess. Or like Bael having either a cat a toad or a spider (or all) that just stay with him.

Okay, so... As a Monster fucker lover. I like doing things like this cause I need a center animal when I think for they're demonic forms.

But since some of the Ars Goetia do have a center Animal. I would just go from there.

Hades

Leviathan - Would be a Sea serpent or Sea monster, so Sea Snake.

Foras - Horse, since I'm going by his status as a knight cause his demon form in Goetia is just some guy.

Glasyalabolas - Dog, and a creepy one if fact XD

Neflheim

Bathin - Since I don't know him too well since he barely have content in game, I'll put him on hold.

Gusion - Is a Monkey or Mandrill.

Andrealphus - Peacock

Avisos

Stolas - Owl

Amon - We do get something in part of Beelzebub's bloodshed that he grow feathers and uses them to rush back to get help when we found Beelzebub hurt in that story, so Safe to assume that he had a bird as his animal.

Naberius - Dog, he is the easier ones XD

Bael - I would say, Spider of the three animal that you suggested. Mostly because it a complimentary with Beelzebub since Beelzebub is the Lord of the files.

Paradise Lost

Marbas - Lion...

Morax - Bull

Buer - It would be easy to say Fox with the whole fox eyes his having, I could see it or Just a another canine in general.

Tartaros

Eligos - Snake (This was a suggestion of a friend)

Valefor - Lion (Basing on the Goetia look)

Bimet - (Since they just change Bune to Bimet, I'm basing on Bune's description) Which is Dragon or if we're sticking with real animals, Lizard more so a Monitor Lizard.

Abaddon

Phenix - Phoenix or a Lyrebird.

Dantalian - Hmm... I'll put him at a hold too.

Ronove - Hyena, more so I think that these animal are misunderstood and that people think that they're bad (Mostly because of how the Lion King depict them) and that they're Scavengers But they are actually Beautiful animals and I can see Ronove having this as his Animal (Yes, I know his a cat dad, but I don't see him being a cat or big cat)

Gehenna

Sitri - Leopard

Paimon - Camel

Astaroth - Snake, more so a Venomous one

Leraye and Zagan - I have no clue aside dog, but that's even just me basing on how the fandom describe them (Puppy/Dog energy lol)

Belial - He'll also me put on hold cause I really don't have a animal in mind for him.

Note: I'm happy to hear you guys thoughts in this.

[stellarfirmafanevents]

Stellar Firma Holiday Exchange 2021 Masterpost

This year, we ran our inaugural Stellar Firma Holiday Exchange (a festive event where fans create fanworks for each other- for more information, check out this post here: https://theallknowingowl.tumblr.com/post/662952532751056896/hello-and-welcome-to-the-inaugural-stellar-firma). We genuinely didn’t expect as many people to sign up as did, as this was the first year of an event for a relatively small fandom. Still, somehow, 16 of you signed up and produced 18 fanworks of fanfic and fanart alike, all to spread the love of our little podcast in our lovely fandom.

Today we’re going to take a moment to list all the marvellous works created for this exchange so we can give them the love they deserve! Click here for the link to the Ao3 collection (https://archiveofourown.org/collections/SFHE21), or read below for individual links to each one :)

However, before we begin, I’d like to take a moment to say thank you. At the start of this event, it was just me (Mod Tako) and my laptop. Of course, I couldn’t have done all of this without coding help from Mod Franzi (@franzis-frantic thoughts whose first event with the team is coming up soon!), and the beautiful art above from Coot (@ulyssesthescribe , otherwise unaffiliated with the mod team), but otherwise it was just me, my spreadsheets, and my burning need to see more engagement and content for and from the Stellar Firma fandom.

And my goodness, you delivered.

I couldn’t have possibly done this without everyone involved being as wonderful as they were to work with, so a sincerely-felt thank you from the heart, from your loving Tako. Now, only a few months later, our mod team has expanded to four people (and hopefully more soon!), and we’re working on a Discord server dedicated to our events (next up: Stellar Firma Anniversary Prompt Month!). Thank you, everyone who has taken part.

And now on to the fanworks! Enjoy, and may the Board preserve and keep you :)

The Trial of... by HavenJunde (@havenjunde) for general_body_pain (G)

So, you want to know the story of how I, Trexel Geistman, worked things out with Bathin? Well, let me set the stage: I.M.O.G.E.N. as judge, Harry from IT as the bailiff, I (Trexel Geistman) representing myself as prosecuting lawyer, and David 7 representing Bathin as the defending lawyer...

David's Place First Annual Holiday Hangout by KiroAngel (@kiroangelica) for arazmis (G)

David 7 spends their first Stellar Firma Holiday running and defending their Holiday Hangout Party from their hapless boss.

I.M.O.G.E.N's holiday by general_body_pain for TheAllKnowingOwl (G)

After the fall of Stellar Firmer I.M.O.G.E.N finally had time for that well deserved holiday

Disregard (Album Cover) by rcbirdy (@rcbirdy) for Almu_de_Nada (T)

IMOGEN is turning security footage of Trexel into album covers again...    

An Entirely Uneventful Trip to Space Costco That Definitely Didn't End In Someone Almost Losing Their Cool Sunglasses, Bro by thetasteofsunshine (@thetasteofsunshineonyourtongue) for KiroAngel (G)

David 7 and Trexel’s awkward accidental awful family/ex-coworkers reunion post-series, right in the middle of getting groceries

David's Fact Corner - ep 8: Catenaries by Almu_de_Nada (@disclaimer-perfomatico) for ocean_of_ink (G)

David 7 records an audio blog about the most efficient kind of free-standing structure

A look at Hartro's crafting by Almu_de_Nada for ocean_of_ink (G)

Hartro paints a chicken figurine.

David's Place nouveau poster by Almu_de_Nada for ocean_of_ink (G)

little profits by darklingundersky for angelbloggerwithabox (T)

--REVIEW--

LOCATION: David's Place [formerly Office #8945123125] REVIEWER: Trexel Geistman (Citizen Employee #362884; Department Unknown) COMMENTS: It's awful! Possibly the worst place I have ever been, and I'm Trexel Geistman, so I've been a lot of places. They don't even serve alcohol. I mean, really?

A Meet-Cute at David's Place by arazmis for thetasteofsunshine (G)

Holiday gift exchange for thetasteofsunshine! I hope you like it and have a wonderful holiday season <3

we find many simple beauties by TheAllKnowingOwl (@theallknowingowlagain) for Franzis_Frantic_Thoughts (G)

Hello and welcome to- Daaaavid’s Fact Coooorner! Where I, David, give you the facts! The only audio blog run by a clone- but not for long! Um. Hopefully.

IMOGEN and I are very grateful for the submissions everyone sent us, and we’re definitely glad we took your advice. This month’s planet we visited on the- well, a lot of you suggested it to us, so here’s today’s episode on Mossvook!

Best of Frenemies by Pezzythecat (@pezilla) for SchmokSchmok (T)

Trexel found something in the archives called 'They Pipes' David 7 doesn't know what he expected... about as much plot as a standard episode of stellar firma really. with just as much spelling mistakes as you would normally expect ... but now with pictures.

SQUID DATE DETECTED. PEGGING INITIATED. by Franzis_Frantic_Thoughts (@franzis-frantic-thoughts) for Pezzythecat (T)

Trexel attempts to tell David about a date he's had with a squid in the Cosmic Lounge. He then proceeds to peg David. Except this is Stellar Firma so not the way you expect. 

I'm a little drunk on you and high on summertime by angelbloggerwithabox (@angelbloggerwithabox) for darklingundersky (G)

Bathin plans a perfect beach day for David 7, giving them all the love and appreciation they deserve. 

Time Bots by ocean_of_ink (@scienceandstarlight) for HummelArt (G)

Request from Velorina Bloodgood, from Internal Affairs, Second Vice President of the Entertainment As An Opiate For The Masses division. She wants us to write a pilot for a holovid show. 

Art! In space! by Eituoe (@eituoe) for rcbirdy (G)

All across the known universe, travelers. And planets.

Also Trexel somewhere but nobody wants to think about that.

New World, Old Ghosts by HummelArt (@HummelArt) for Eituoe (G)

David 7 and I.M.O.G.E.N. arrive on Galactonium to start a new life, but they carry their memories with them.

purely therapeutic steps taken (no underlying intention) by timstokerlovebot (SchmokSchmok) for HavenJunde (G)

Trexel is in a state (probably excited, possibly agitated, David-7's not sure), David-7 takes matters* into David-7's own hands.

*Trexel, Trexel is the matter

Image description: a redrawn version of the Cardinal Fang emoji from the RQO Discord. It now has a blue Santa hat, and there is light blue text in the left corner reading ‘2021 SFHE’.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol. 1 Sakamaki Ayato [Track 4]

Original title: 守りたいもの

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 1 Sakamaki Ayato

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Translator’s note: Whoever wrote the script of this CD just wanted us all to suffer and die from the feels, huh? Ayato is not even one of my biases so my heart is not ready to listen to the CDs of my favorite boys. T _ T If they’re all this emotional, I’m gonna need to put a bucket next to me for all of my tears. They leave it on such a horrible cliffhanger as well, I was literally on the edge of my seat.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 4: What I Want to Protect

Ayato is once again standing on top of Kaminashi tower, the wind blowing in the background.

“...Haah, haah...Kuhーー! I’ve only gone without her blood for a few days, yet I’m already this...”

( Standing on top of that tower, I came to a realization. That regardless of what I do or say, I am the one who has been dependent on her. I figured I could just suck anyone else’s blood, but hers was the only my body craved for. Furthermore, I was convinced that unless it was her blood, this thirst would not be quenched. 

ーー In other words, she is indespensable to me. However, if I let my own desires get the best of me, there is a chance I could lose this vital part of my existence. Yet, this person in question is trying everything within her power to try and offer me her blood. )

“Hahaha...She must have a few screws loose. I just can’t understand humaーー No, she is a mystery to me. She must be aware she’s pushing herself into the grave, so why would she...? Even though she could live exactly as she wants as long as I keep myself under control. ...But that is about to come to an end as well.”

Approaching footsteps can be heard.

“...Tsk.”

You walk up to Ayato.

“You’re too damn persistent. ...What do you want? I thought I told you to never show yourself in front of me again?”

You note that he has been avoiding you. 

“Isn’t it obvious why I’ve been avoidin’ you? ...’Cause I don’t want to see your face ever again. If you understand what that means, then get out of my sight already.”

You beg him to talk it out. 

“Heh! We can’t let things end like this? We don’t see each other for a few days and you turn into a real drama queen. I don’t know what the other guys whispered in your ear, but I’m sick and tired of you. ...See you.”

You reach for his arm.

*Rustle*

“Don’t touch me! ...Let go! ...You want me to suck your blood that badly?”

You nod.

“Hmph! Listen up. Your blood may be special, but...When you woke up again ーー No, when I look back at it, I didn’t like that weird behavior of yours even before you fainted. ...The way you’d go on about how you felt as if you couldn’t stay by my side for very long pissed me off as well. I don’t need the blood of someone who only knows how to fuss ‘bout lil’ shit like that! ...Now scram!!”

Ayato aggressively shakes you off. 

*Thud*

“...!! ...Oi! ーー No. You brought that upon yourself. Guess you shouldn’t have reached out for me so carelessly, huh? ...Next time you approach me...”

*THUD*

“You’ll end up like this wall, get it? ...See you.”

He starts walking away.

“...Che. Ahー Fuck! It pisses me off! ...Say, you. You know, don’t you? What’ll happen to you if I continue to drink from you. ...You’ll die. Isn’t that what you humans are the most afraid of? So why are you so persistent about having me suck your blood?”

You explain. 

“...’Cause you trust me? ...Is this the thing ‘bout me being ‘kind’ so I won’t suck past your limit again? I’m surprised you can still say that after you fainted the other day, heh! In that case, I’ll suck you as you wish. If you insist, guess I’ll make the best of it. Get your ass over here. ーー However, only if you’re prepared to die. I’m both parched and pissed off, so I’ll suck to my heart’s content! That’s what you want, no? ...Now hurry up and come here!”

You hesitate.

“...Heh! You can’t, can you? You talked big ‘bout trustin’ me, but look at you now, huh?”

You get up and walk over to Ayato.

“...! Why...!? Are you not scared...!?”

You nod.

“Idiot! Don’t actually nod in agreement! ...Ah, god! Why are you like this!? Just get sick of me already! I’ve been treatin’ you like shit, haven’t I!? Weaklings should learn to think ‘bout themselves a lil’ more! Yetーー! You’re actin’ as if you’d be willin’ to offer me your everythin’...Fuck!”

*Rustle*

“...I’m the one who’s scared. Don’t keep on remindin’ me of the fact that I can’t go on without you. I don’t want to know that! How can someone so physically fragile, be so strong at the same time? Aren’t you afraid of dyin’!? ...Because I am! I wouldn’t know what to do if I were to lose you! Havin’ to suffer from the thirst isn’t what scares me...But knowin’ that you’ll no longer be with me, it terrifies me!”

You ask if that is why he has been avoiding you this whole time. 

“...!! Yeah, exactly! That’s why I’ve been avoidin’ you! By doin’ so, I could at least protect you...Yet...You stupid woman!!”

You apologize.

“Fuck! Don’t apologize! Don’t cry! ...Geez, now I seem like the fool!”

You continue to sob.

“...Whatever. Just dry those tears. They’re annoyin’...”

*Smooch*

“...If you won’t stop cryin’, I’m gonna kiss you even more!

You suddenly embrace Ayato.

“...!? The heck you doin’...? Since you wrapped your arms ‘round me, you want me to do more, right?”

You bury your face in his chest.

*Rustle rustle*

“...I’m sorry for pushin’ you away earlier.”

You look at him in surprise.

“What...? Is it that weird for me to apologize? ...You’re never hearin’ those words from me again!”

You ask for another kiss.

“Pretty bold of you to ask for another kiss. ...But I don’t mind. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Nnh...”

*Smooch*

“As many as you want...”

*Rustle*

“Seems like somebody enjoyed that?”

You note he melted in the kiss too.

“...As if!!”

*Smooch*

“Hah...Fuck. Guess I should have expected that doin’ this would make me crave for...”

You offer your blood.

“...No, I’ll just content myself with this for now.”

*Rustle*

“Heh. You’re probably the only chick on this earth who’d leave herself so utterly defenseless in front of a Vampire. ‘Cause it’s me? Hehehe...Just how hard did you fall for me?”

You ask if Ayato feels the same about you.

“...Aah? What? To me, you areーー ...What’s the point in voicin’ that shit out loud every damn minute?”

*Smooch*

“You can tell like this, no? Idiot.”

You puff out your cheeks.

“...I’ll still say it every now and then! ...Especially on a day like this.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“It’s nothing. But let us stay like this...Just a little longer.”

You agree.

*Rustle*

“...Ah...But, the end has come.”

You seem confused as Ayato takes his distance.

“The sky is starting to brighten up. I’m sure the sunrise looks stunning from up here as well, but I guess I can’t wait that long.”

*Rustle*

“Remember...You wanted to watch the sunrise by the lake, didn’t you? So I was hopin’ we could at least watch it together up here but...”

Ayato pulls out a knife.

*Cling*

“Seems like I won’t make it on time. ...And here I thought takin’ my final breath while bathin’ in the light of dawn might have just made for a fittin’ end for a Vampire.”

You ask him about the knife.

“...This bad boy? It’s a silver knife.”

You move to stop him.

“Stay away! ...Not another step. Now listen carefully. ...At this rate, you’ll one day die because I sucked you dry of your blood. I can’t survive without you, but I’m sure you can keep goin’, even when I’m gone. ーー No, without me, you’d even be able to live your life as you wish.”

You tear up.

“Oi. Why do you look as if you’re ‘bout to cry? ...If you stay with me, you’ll lose time you would otherwise have, dying an early death.”

You insist that you’re prepared and that you are fine with it. 

“Don’t just decide what’s okay all by yourself. Do you have any idea how I’d feel as the one who stays behind? ーー Smile. To us Vampires, death is something worth celebration. So...

ーー Death is the right option. For me.”

Ayato stabs himself.

“Uu...! Ugh...But...I wish I could have gone see that lake again...With you. ...To be honest, I sort of enjoyed...spendin’ time like that as well. ...See you.”

He collapses.

...

*Ding・Dongー Ding・Dongー*

 ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[babbushka]

Next Time

Outlaw!Kylo Ren x Outlaw!Reader (Wild West AU)

2.2k ; Content Warnings: Mentions of scars, NSFW (Masturbation [Kylo jerking off], leather kink, scent kink/turned on by smells, mild praise kink)

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Sparkling blue waters, crystalline and deep. Kylo stares into them, into the ancient bend in the canyon there, and lookin’ back at him his reflection blinks. The water’s so still that it looks like it’s supposed to be made of glass, smooth and delicate. That ain’t no river, Kylo thinks to himself when he wades in, can’t be. No, surely it must be some kinda mirage out in the Arizona desert, a place like this couldn’t be real.

When the water ripples around your naked body just some feet away, he’s pretty damn sure you couldn’t be real neither.

You’re bathin’ there in the river. It was your idea, had been your idea to wash the clothes and scrub your hair. Kylo sure as shit wasn’t about to go complainin’ for nothing – he couldn’t remember the last time he had the time for a decent scrub. He had a small brick of hard lye and castor oil soap in his hand, but even that had been tossed at him by you.

You, what a damn woman you are. He’d never seen nothin’ or nobody like you. The way you look at him with disdain and trepidation makes his dick hard, and he tries desperately to think of something else, anything else, as he moves further into the river. He’s naked just as you are, and though he’s seen plenty of breasts in his day, he ain’t about to go gettin’ himself shot by bein’ too casual and lookin’ at yours.

Almost as if you can read his mind, your voice rings from the few feet away where you’re standin’. You’re a little father upstream and Kylo finds that he don’t mind the dirty water eventually comin’ down to him. Something about it feel precious, that water, knowing it has cleansed you and in turn will cleanse him too.  

“Are you lookin’?” You ask, although – and now Kylo could be wrong about this like he is so often wrong about things like this – you don’t sound defensive, or angry. Just curious.

“No.” Kylo says. He almost wants to say ma’am, but he bites his tongue. He knows you don’t like to be called that, and he doesn’t want to offend or upset.

“Do you want to?” You speak so softly that Kylo almost misses it, probably would’ve done so if the breeze hadn’t carried your voice to his ears.

He turns to face you, and there you are.

Standing in the waist-deep water with your tits out, nipples hardening from the chill of the river, hair tousled ever so gently by the breeze. You’ve got the sun on your freshly soap-scrubbed skin, and Heaven help him, but Kylo thinks you really must be some kinda angel, glowin’ at him like that.

You don’t move, and neither does Kylo. As he takes you in, he lets you do the same, lets you see the scarred muscles he keeps hidden under his shirt. He knows he’s got a lot of ‘em, but he ain’t too embarrassed or shy – they’re battle wounds most of ‘em, and the others, well. They were part of him one way or another, and he wasn’t about to go hidin’.

You show him all of you, standing there in the river. He’s not got the want to do anything other than the same.

Hesitantly, he takes a step towards you. He’s askin’ for permission in this silent way, a hand outstretched. You’re dispistoled, so you can’t go takin’ his other eye out, and that makes him hopeful, makes him bold. Surely you’d have an inklin’ of trust for him if you’d go out into the water without your gun.

Maybe more than an inkling, Kylo hopes beyond hope, when you bite at the inside of your cheek so hard you’re sure to be bleedin’, and begin wadin’ through the water to him. Eagerly, he moves to join you, the two of you meetin’ in the middle and suddenly, Kylo’s restin’ his forehead against yours. His shoulders are hunched over just a bit from it, but he don’t mind, not when he gets to see you this close.

He ain’t so sure he’s ever really seen a woman’s face this close before.

You don’t say anything, you’re not really one to say much, Kylo has started to learn. He wonders what secrets you’ve got locked behind those angel eyes, wonders if you’ll tell him one day. It’s gonna take a real long time to get to Colorado, maybe you’ll tell him.

He’d tell you his, he’d tell you everything.

But you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ now, and Kylo doesn’t know what to do, so he says the first stupid thing that comes to mind.

“I like the way your leather smells…when you’ve been ridin’ all day.” He doesn’t break his gaze from yours, lookin’ from your left eye to your right with the only one he’s got left.

“What’s it smell like?” Your ribcage expands when you take a deep breath, a steady breath. It’s a challenge in some way, but he don’t know what.

Kylo breathes in too, breathes in time. He can still smell it on you, the leather. There’s so much of it that you wear – your boots, your gloves, your chaps around your legs. Even your holster is made of it, and all of it, every damn piece, swirls and curls up into his nostrils whenever you’re close to him like this. Well, you ain’t never been this close to him, but that ain’t the point.

“Like sweat, the earth.” He replies, his dick twitchin’ about it, about thinkin’ of the way it must feel so supple and hot against your skin. He’s jealous for a moment, jealous of your holster. He wants to be tucked against your thigh, on your hip. “It smells warm, like it’s still alive. It smells like you.”

“And what do I smell like?” You stare at him seriously, it’s a challenge, it’s a test. He never did so well at those in school for the five years he went, but this was much more important that letters ever were.

“I – I don’t know.” He admits, heart pounding in his ears.

“Do you want to find out?” You whisper, eyes wide with fear of somethin’, maybe rejection. Kylo doesn’t know. You don’t give very much away.

A falcon soars overhead, it’s call cryin’ out and echoing through the canyons, and he whispers, “Please.”

 Your hand smooths up his chest, feeling each and every ridge of the scars that he’s covered in. You blink hard and fast, chin pinching in. He wants to say something, but he doesn’t want to ruin this, to break this spell. You’re so generous, and he doesn’t want you to think him ungrateful. That hand’o yours moves up up up, around his shoulder, his neck, fingers weavin’ into the hair at the base of his skull.

When you push his head closer towards you, push it down a little so that he can rest his forehead on the crook of your neck, he goes so quickly, carefully. He takes in a deep breath and oh, damn do you smell good. Even with the soap, even with all of the scrubbin’, there’s still an undeniable scent of you, of the leather.

It’s tanned and salted, he can smell it, can feel it in the back of his throat. In his mind’s eye, he can picture the way it hugs your body when you’re ridin’, can visualize how those chaps of yours fit nice and snug where they’re supposed to, how your holsters wrap around your body in ways he can only dream of.

He gets so turned on by it, by these big gulps of air against your skin that he’s takin’, that Kylo doesn’t realize at first that his dick’s pushin’ against your stomach. He doesn’t realize until your hand is closin’ around it, and his eyes fly open, worried that he’s upset you.

“Your cock’s hard for it?” You lick your lips, voice that same kinda curious as it was before.

“Yes.” He says immediately, hatin’ how raw and rough his throat feels. He’s thirsty, so thirsty, just by bein’ near you. All the blood from his brain’s gone down to his dick, he can feel it pulsin’ thick and hot in your hand under the cool water.

“For me or the leather?” You whisper, but you don’t give him time to answer, instead makin’ him groan in the back of his throat when you say, “You can take care of it, if you’d like. If’n you need to.”

Releasing his dick, Kylo groans at the loss. His hand replaces yours, but damn it felt so much better when it was you. His face is still tucked into the crook of your neck, and he’s still breathin’ you in, breathin’ in the smell of that leather, of your body as he begins a slow stroke over his cock.  

He grunts a little, speedin’ up when he feels like he needs it, twisting over the head of his dick and swipin’ through the slit with his thumb. Kylo’s breath comes in a little faster, puffs of hot air against your throat where he can nearly feel your pulse thrummin’.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, voice wobbly with how he’s workin’ at his dick, jerkin’ himself off. You’re right there, your lips are right there, and he’d bet every dollar that he ever stole, that your lips were sweeter than the sweetest wine.

“No.” You shake your head, and he sucks in a sharp breath, the rejection stinging – but not stinging enough to make him discouraged. It’s a playful no, if still a no. As Kylo’s hand speeds up still, back and forth back and forth, Kylo counts his graces that you haven’t shot him yet. You seem to think something over, and eventually the hand in Kylo’s hair redirects his face to a better angle and you say, “But you can taste me. Come on cowboy, taste me.”

Immediately Kylo’s tongue is pressin’ against your pulse. He moans outright, his hips bucking up into his fist, shoulders curlin’ in on themselves so they can press him closer to you. Your breasts hang beautifully and brush against him, as your other arm curls around his waist.

He opens his good eye and looks down, watches how his cock is curved up in the small space between your bodies. His knuckles graze the flesh of your stomach with each stroke, and he grunts and groans and moans and drools against your neck as he laps up the taste of your salty sweat, stealin’ peeks at how if you’d let him, he’d come all over your chest.

You taste like the leather, like the earth. You taste like heaven and the moon and the stars and everything in between, and it makes Kylo’s mouth water. He wants to kiss you, but he will not refuse this gift he’s been given, and so he kisses your throat, your shoulder. He laps you up, fucks his fist there under a powder blue sky.

“Angel, oh – ughn, that’s good.” He moans, voice gravelly and deep, the back of his throat clickin’ with want.

“I’ve got you.” The hand in his hair cards soothingly, sweetly, and Kylo whines, tears springin’ up in his eyes. He blinks them away, tries not to let you see with how he shoves his face further against your neck, his nose inhalin’ you, his tongue tastin’ you.

“Mmm, ah, ah,” He shudders as he spills over his hand, his fingers blockin’ it so it don’t go arcin’ up onto you or nothin’.

You just got clean after all, he don’t want to go dirtyin’ you up again. He comes onto his fist, eyes shuttin’ tight tight tight as he lets out a long breath. He can taste you on his tongue, your sweat. He knows that soon you’ll dunk yourself back down under the water and the trace of his touch will be gone, but Kylo thinks there ain’t enough baths in the world that could scrub off the way you make him feel.

“Fuck.” He sighs, wincin’ at how indelicate that sounds, but you only chuckle.

“Hm?” You don’t step away from him yet, you don’t go nowhere. You stay close, right there, close enough that he can smell that leather, smell the soap, smell you.

“Probably shouldn’t’ve done that in the water we’re supposed to drink.” Kylo grumbles, not knowing what else to say. He can’t say what he really wants to, not now, not so soon. You’d kill him for it, probably, so he says this instead.

You give him a strange look, like something between amusement and suspicion.

“I’ve already filled the canteens, but the current will take it.” You say matter-o-factly, before finally untanglin’ your arms from his body and walkin’ back to where you’ve left your brick of soap on a rock juttin’ out of the river. You’re so matter of fact, that Kylo’s taken off-guard by the way you toss over your shoulder, “Next time aim somewhere else.”

He turns his gaze to the sky, not a cloud in sight, and prays to his lucky stars that are out there somewhere, that he lives to see a next time.

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» Gender «

↬ Female: ♔ [♔-Reader]

↬ Male: ♚  [♚-Reader]

↬ Gender neutral: ♕  [♕-Reader]

» Genre Key «

↬ Fluff: 🌸 

↬ Angst: 🌧 

↬ Hurt and Comfort: ☔

↬ Serious Themes: ⚠️🚫                                                                                

 (For example sexual assault, (mental) illnesses, traumatic experiences, rascism, antisemitism, islamophobia, homophobia, transphobia etc.) 

➙ We can’t take those things easy and I’ll not accept that someone “joke” about it!                                                                                                 

↬ Comedy/Crack: 🌞 

↬ Soft Smut [sweet vanilla~]: 💋 

↬ Hard Smut [kinky stuff~]: 😈 

   ┃ ➙ [💋😈]: kinky smut with feelings ;)             

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↬ Scenarios: 💭

↬ “Connected to” (connected to an other scenario/fic/series): 🖇 

 ► Kink-Scenario 😈💋  [♔- Reader] 

[What kind of dirty secret(s) could the boys have?]

 ► Halloween Costume-Scenario  🌸💋😈 [♔- Reader]

[You’re wearing a scandalous Halloween Costume for a Halloweenparty...]

 ► Their favourite Make out-/Sex-Songs: Hyung Line Maknae Line  💋😈   [♔- Reader] 

[Which songs would bring the boys right into the mood?] 

 ► Honeymoon-Destinations: Hyung Line Maknae Line 🌸 [♔- Reader]

[What cities/countries would they choose for their honeymoon-trip?] 

 ► When the boys have a crush on you!

     ▸  Their feelings for you! 🌸  

        ▪ here [♕- Reader]

     ▸  Their dirty thoughts about you! 💋😈 

        ▪ About him  [♚- Reader]

        ▪ About her   [♔- Reader]

► Easter Special 🌸💋😈

[You’re wearing a sexy bunny outfit for them on Easter Sunday!]

    ▪  Easter with her! [♔- Reader]

    ▪  Easter with him!  [♚- Reader]

» Series Key «

↬ Finished: 💯

↬ Ongoing: 💬

↬ Long Term Project: 📅

↬ Paused: ⁉️

↬ Uncompleted: 🗑

(the last one will hopefully never happen...)

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► Naughty Days ‘til Christmas 💋😈 [♔|♚|♕-Reader]

This is a spicy Advent Calendar for Christmas: The Boys bought an Erotic Advent-Calendar and every day they unpack another sexy Accessory with the Reader. Of course they try all the products! 💬

(24 Smut-Drabbles with female/male/gender neutral Readers) 

► BTS Dog Hybrid-Series   🌸🌧💋😈  mostly [♔-Reader] BUT [♚/♕-Reader] possible!

Seven different stories about the boys in a world where humans and hybrids exists, an unique ethnicity of humans they’re able to shift their shape into a dog.    ⁉️| 📅

► BTS “We’re all the same equal!”- Series 🌸💋🌧⚠️🚫 [♔|♚|♕-Reader]

 We all deserve the same love, no matter if we’re are chubby, thin, tall, short, have white or colored skin, are a female, male or an other gender. It simply doesn’t matter. And the boys would still love us. And they would teach us to love ourselves.  ⁉️| 📅

 ► Disobedience [Hoseok x Reader x Namjoon] 😈 [♔- Reader]

Summary: You are sexually frustrated, annoyed and bored, which is why you started to mastubate without the permission of you boyfriends, Namjoon and Hoseok. Even if they promised to take care of your needs tonight. But you don’t feel like waiting anymore. But you also didn’t expect that Hobi will catch you with your pastel blue dildo deep into your pussy...  

► l’innocence indécente [Jimin x Reader x Jungkook] 💋 [♔- Reader] 

Synopsis: Jungkook and Jimin want to try something new with you... and you have to admit that you like it. A lot... 

► Prey  [Jimin x Reader x Taehyung] 😈💋 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis:

► Birthday Princess [Yoongi x Reader x Taehyung feat. Jungkook] 😈 [♔- Reader] 

Synopsis: You have Birthday today and your two boyfriends make sure that you will be sexually pleased to the ultimate maximum...

► Birthday Gift [Seokjin x Reader x Jimin] 😈 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: Your Boyfriend Jimin bought you something very specific as your birthday present. You should use it as a preparation tool before you’ll get the real birthday gift tonight... 

 ► Halloween Special 💋😈  [♔- Reader]

 ► Easter Special 🌸💋😈

     ▪  Easter with her!  [♔- Reader]

     ▪  Easter with him!  [♚- Reader]

► My Fake-Texts Masterlist  [Semi-active/inactive] [♔- Reader]

Note: At the beginning of my blog I was more focused on making fake texts (simply it was easier and more comfortable for me back then because I was a bit insecure about my language struggles) but now it’s not my main thing anymore. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want to make fake texts in general anymore but right now I like the “real” writing much more! So I don’t know when I’ll make new fake texts. 

► Improvisation 🌸💋😈 [♚-Reader]

Summary: This wasn't planned. Well, the whole world didn't planned to deal with a damn pandemic in 2020! If everything would have gone "normally", you would be in Seoul with Jin right in this moment and just enjoy that you're finally able to be close to Jin again. But now you two are stucked at home, Jin in his dorm in Seoul and you in your apartement in your town, far away from him. So you have to improvise for now on, how you want to deal with longing emotions and urging sexual desires... 

► Strawberry Kiss  🌸💋 [♕-Reader]

Summary: It's Friday Afternoon and when Jin comes home from work, the freshly baked strawberry cake smells deliciously. But he decided that a taste of you is even sweeter, especially when you're not wearing any underwear underneath your thin summer dress...

► Birthday Gift [Seokjin x Reader x Jimin] 😈 [♔- Reader]

►  Home  🌸🌧  [♕-Reader]

Summary: You finally managed to spend your two semesters abroad studying in Korea! However, after some unfortunate circumstances, you want nothing more than finally be able to fly home again. But your Roommate Namjoon has some ideas to make your year abroad still wonderful...  

► Precious  🌸💋 [♔- Reader]

Summary: Today is your birthday and because your last few weeks have been terribly stressful, you want nothing more than to be able to sleep in in your day off. However, Namjoon has to go to practice all day long, that’s why he has found a very gentle method of waking you up to unpack your presents together...   

► Disobedience ft. Hoseok 😈 [♔- Reader]

► Business Trip 💋😈 [♔- Reader] 

Summary: It's a stressful life to be the CEO of a big and international known company. Always hopping onto the next flight to a new investor or business partner, all around the globus. But sometimes he can't fix his little problem alone, so you need to help him out with some naughty stuff through these rough times of his job~   ► Jar of Kinks 💋😈 [♔- Reader] 

This Two-Shot is based on my own Jars of Kinks. 

I identify myself as a Switch. That's the reason why I decided to write a Two-Shot to my "Jar of Kinks". So I'd be able to write both Dynamics, with Dom! Yoongi and Sub! Yoongi as well. In this Index you'll find the links to the Oneshots, combinded with their summary and their individual warnings. 

► Touched 💋😈 [♔- Reader]

Summary: This week was just so awful and shitty, every muscle in your body hurts and you're absolutely exhausted from this horror week. But Yoongi has an Idea to relax you and make you feel so loved in a way, that couldn't make thousands of compliments.

►  Netflix and Chill  🌸🌞 [♕-Reader]

Summary: Hoseok and you are best friends, especially because you two share an unique passion for which you get sometimes quizzycally looks from others. Like every friday night you meet up to watch some series on Netflix together and massage and fondle the hair of each other. All the same, all innocent as ever. Until it comes to an certain situation and you realize the true meaning behind “Netflix and Chill” faster than you expected.   

► Disobedience ft. Namjoon 😈 [♔- Reader]  

► Little Swan  😈 [♔- Reader]

Sneak Peak: Laying open, completely helpless and so vulnerable in front of him. Presented like a meal on a silver tablet. His meal, his prey. Your wolf is starving, licking his lips with an animalistic and devilish smile at the sight of your parted pussy lips. Revealing his most desired things, this swollen and sensitive clit and this pretty tiny pussyhole. Clenching around nothing, literally begging to get filled with his fat cock and stuffed up with his cum until it’s leaking out of his little sweet swan...

► Mustang v8 💋🌞 [♔- Reader]  

Summary:  You kinda have a thing for the sound of the engine of a Mustang. How bad that Hoseok’s new car is a Mustang and that your Boyfriend looks super hot while driving!

► Study Break  🌸💋 [♔- Reader]

Summary: College wants to kill you right now. Exam Phase and then you have to write a 20 page long scientific work! Jimin and you barely see each other, you gave yourself completely to your studies. Until some specific needs some attention again...   

 ► Poolside Kisses 🌸💋😈 [♔- Reader]

Summary: Jimin said, you should pack a swimsuit into your suitcase when you're going to visit him in Korea. You thought, you'll go bathing somewhere privately, maybe just with the boys or so... and not going to a pool party of one of Jimin's Idol friends where you'll not know anybody! Since then you hate yourself that you only brought your new bikini to Korea that reveals more of your bare skin that you're used to... 

► Mousse au Chocolat 💋 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: You are Jimin’s favourite dessert...

► l’innocence indécente ft. Jungkook 💋 [♔- Reader]

► Birthday Gift [Seokjin x Reader x Jimin] 😈 [♔- Reader]

► Dirty little Secret  

Summary: Whenever you leave your apartement for work, you're carrying a dirty little secret to your workplace as well. To be more specific, you wear inconspicuous sex-toys underneath your business attire to keep your sex-craving libido under control. Nobody noticed something and everything went well... until now. Until your Boss and secret crush, Park Jimin, bursts into your office unannounced and hears something buzzing which definitely doesn't come from your phone. Even worse, he sees a certain remote-control laying on your desk that seems to be surprisingly familiar to him... 😈 [♔- Reader]

► The Definition of Art  🌸💋 [♚-Reader]

Summary: You’re under Taehyung’s total mercy. Tied up, bare and trembling you lay spread out in front of your boyfriend who loves to turn you into his personal piece of art... 

► Deflowered 🌸💋🌧  [♔-Reader]

Summary: You're getting married tomorrow and you want to say goodbye to your mare. There you met the stable boy Taehyung for the last time, who's your best friend and childhood crush at the same time. You will experience a stormy night full of love and passion and you'll give the biggest proof of love to him...

► The hands of a sinner 💋😈

(The Idea of this Fanfiction has two versions: for female and male readers!)

For her! [♔- Reader]

For him! [♚-Reader]

Summary: Since Jungkook got his hand tattoos, you’ve found out that they have a stronger effect on you than you would like it. You also have good reasons not to tell him that you are developing a kink for this tattoos. And these reasons getting confirmed... 

►  Goddess of the sun 💋 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: Jungkook is the best servant for his Queen and Goddess 

► The walls 💋😈  [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: You don’t know why but today was the first Day you realized how buff and bulky Jungkook’s Biceps are. And the fact that they look delicious when they’re tensed up…

► l’innocence indécente ft. Jimin 💋 [♔- Reader]

► Der Geliebte  🌸 💋 [♔- Reader]

Summary: You and Jungkook met right at the first day you opened your own atelier in Seoul after you had to leave your old home behind you. You love paint canvas with landscape motives, other people just roll with their eyes when they hear that you choose such usual, almost boring things to paint. Not so Jungkook, he seems to be different than most of visitors. It’s almost like he can read your feelings through your paintings... 

 ► The laundry hamper  🌸 🌞 💋 😈 [♔- Reader] Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you since you moved together for college but the poor boy is way too shy to confess his feelings to you... rather he would search through your laundry hamper to get a shirt which smells after your very personal scent and tries to calm his racing heart... and other nerves. He didn’t thought to get catched by the person who already stole his whole heart in the most embarrassing situation...

This is probably the most important information on this blog 💌  

Don't be shy around me!  

You can feel absolutely free to talk to me, to stuff my inbox (even when you just want to ramble or to fangirl etc.) and my PMs are always open too! So don't hesitate to get in contact with me, you're not awkward or weird, okay?💕💕  

I'm pretty curious about you guys too and Im always up to become mutuals or even friends, okay? 🤗  

Love you, Tipsy 💜

 [Dates]

Published: 27th December 2019

Last Update: 10th August 2021

[frostahesmegabite]

What would a perfect day consist of for you?

"I got a few different ways I'd consider it a perfect day!" He props himself back at his desk, kicking up his heels onto the top of it while making himself comfortable with a toothpick with various fruits and melon bits on it. Out gob proceeds to pull off one piece at a time with his teeth in between giving off his perfect scenarios. "Well, ya see. Perfect days for me are one'a several things depending on how I'm feelin for tha day. Now, if I'm say, hung over and needin to recooperate from a drunken night'a debauchery and lewdness? I start with a fat fuckin stack of JoeyRays food! I'm talkin greasy stag cheeseburger, cheese fries and a bit of Pineapple Rum. Usually that'll quiet my stomach down and make the throb in my head lessen, leadin me to head into tha Smelter so I can sweat out whatever else's left in the raw heat as I pour molten metal." Mega pulls away a chunk of Pineapple off the stick and chomps down on it dramatically. "Little time in there and I've sweat out everything I drank to the point I look like I went for a swim. Feels amazing too, like... purifyin, if ya catch my drift." He sighs, looking at the half eaten stick with a smile of pure contentment while he chews on the juicy fruit bits before he begins to get to the sweet orange melon. "Bad days that need turnin around though? Them's usually bad days for someone else too. I ain't a Saint by no stretch'a tha word now. Those days I like ta call 'Field Testing' or 'Weapons Testing' days and that's when I put on my armor and drag my swords and me out into tha field with some new piece'a equipment and I go to a problematic area, usually say... Tha Barrens, where Quillboar refuse ta leave shit alone and well.." Megahes twists the stick around to where the last bits of fruit are left near the middle and he just snaps right into it, stick and all before a loud, dramatic gulp is made along with a hefty 'Ahh' sound as his throat clears. "I get ta go home proud'a my gear and in dire need of a hot shower or soak in my Rose Quartz bathin tub where I can soak away any left over anything." [ Thank you for the question @kiraspringdale! Mega has more things that he'd say makes for a perfect day, but those may not be suitable for certain audiences for him to go into such dramatic detail with. xD ]

[savage-rhi]

Gene and Higgs OMFG I need more content :33333 👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

Here you go honey bunches💙

“Alright missy, down you go.” Higgs said playfully as he eased Gene off of his back, lowering her to the ground where they would make camp for the night. Higgs grunted as he got the rest of Gene’s luggage and his own belongings off of him. He felt much lighter while he stretched, popping his back in a few places before sighing in relief. 

“Darlin’, you sure gave me a workout today.” He chuckled. 

“You--didn’t have to carry me.” Gene choked out, trying her best not to have another coughing fit as she settled her upper body against a rock. Higgs waved her off. 

“Nonsense. You were hacking up a storm back there. I would’ve been an asshole if I didn’t help ya.”

Carrying Gene for the last several hours on top of everything else wasn’t an easy task. Higgs hadn’t done porter activity in years so it was a challenge at first, but instinct took over and he found himself back on the saddle. 

Gene smirked. “Aren’t you always an asshole?” 

Higgs feigned he was hurt, furrowing his brows as he put on a pout. “Owch. I guess someone doesn’t want a ride tomorrow. I’m kind, but I ain’t your pack mule.” 

Higgs chuckled as Gene rolled her eyes, he waited for a comeback but was met with another round of coughs. Higgs’s demeanor changed as he crouched beside Gene and felt her forehead after she was done.

“Phew, you’re sweatin’ up a storm.” Higgs murmured. 

“I feel like I hacked up a lung,” Gene said faintly as Higgs quietly laughed.

“Surprised’ you didn’t. Goes without sayin’, you took getting hit with them flu darts like a champ.”

“Wow. Such high praise.” Gene said sarcastically, getting Higgs to grin from ear to ear. He appreciated Gene’s snark when it would show itself. It reminded Higgs of how he used to be when he was a porter. Sure, he still had it but a lot had changed since those days. 

“Only the best for my girl,” Higgs said proudly, watching as Gene grimaced at his comment. Higgs brushed it off, sighing as he got up and onto his feet. 

“I’m gonna find a water source. Don’t do anythin’ dumb, okay?” 

“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to,” Gene said, closing her eyes and letting her body rest. Even though she got a ride from Higgs, the rough terrain he had taken them both through was strainful. The bouncing didn’t help her ailment. She could still feel the migraine that came on about an hour before stopping to make camp. 

By the time Higgs returned with some essentials he found, or otherwise confiscated off of unsuspecting travelers, he found Gene had gone through the trouble of getting their sleeping mats, tent, and a fire started. He rolled his eyes, letting out a breath while approaching.

“I thought I told you to stay outta trouble,” Higgs said firmly, to which Gene shrugged as she was lying against the rock from earlier on. 

Higgs shook his head, deciding not to fight her this time around. Gene’s stubbornness was something to behold at times, and others Higgs wished he could have slapped it out of her. It was a trait that had its perks nonetheless. Gene had ambition and grit to go along with it, and in Higgs’s mind that made up for things.

“I gotcha some water,” Higgs said, holding out a canteen for her after capping the top off. Gene’s fingers shook as she grabbed the bottle, then started to drink slowly. 

“At the rate your fever is goin’, you should be over this in another day or two.” Higgs assured Gene after she was done drinking her share. 

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience,” Gene said, coughing for a moment. Her skin trembled. Higgs could see even though she was close to the fire, Gene had goosebumps all over her arms. The pale color they had too indicated how cold she was as Higgs sat beside her.

Higgs took off his cape, pulling the hood over himself while taking it off then carefully wrapped it around Gene. He laid a hand on her shoulder, watching as she glanced between it and his eyes.

“Thanks.” 

“Heh, no biggie,” Higgs said and moved back to give space. “Anyway, you caught me red-handed. When I was a terrorist, I used to sell flu darts to MULEs all the time. Hot commodity them things are. I don’t know if you ever heard of a komodo dragon, but they were these big lizards. Had nasty bites. What they’d do is they’d snap a prey item, and let it go. Then they’d track the scent of that creature and wait until they’d perish from sickness. Their saliva was heavily debated, whether they were venomous or not. It’s what those darts are based on. The maker of them passed away about three years ago. Surprised to see MULEs using them anymore.”

“Too bad he ain’t alive so I can kick him in the nuts,” Gene said bluntly, to which Higgs laughed. Some relief washed over his face seeing Gene smile. He had been worried about her, more than he let on. 

“Well, it sounds like we both have a common enemy,” Higgs said. “But tell me somethin’ aren’t ya at least a bit happy to know I killed all the MULEs back there that did you dirty?”

Gene thought it over before giving a rapid nod. Higgs chuckled and reached over, tucking one of Gene’s small braids behind her ear so it wouldn’t go over her sweat. 

“I knew you’d come around,” Higgs said.

“What do you mean?” Gene asked.

“Well, not to be a dick but your little stint about not killing people unless you have to is gonna put you in harms way more so than just offing people from the start.”

“That’s why I have you. You have more balls in that department.” 

Higgs made a face. “So, you didn’t want me on this trip for the companionship?”

Gene flexed her hand, emphasizing her answer as she smirked. “Maybe a little.”

“Bitch.” Higgs huffed playfully. 

“Fuck wad.” Gene countered, smiling up at Higgs as he returned the favor. He was about to make another remark, then noticed Gene’s tank top had been damp from all the sweat she was losing. Higgs scooted over to Gene’s porter pack, taking a small box off that had some spare clothes in it that she kept around. 

“What are you doing?” Gene asked.

“Gonna help you out. Can’t have you shakin’ like a naked chicken all night.” 

Gene giggled from his remark, getting Higgs to smile sincerely as he felt his cheeks burn up a little. 

“Higgs, it’s not necessary.” Gene protested as he took out a black t-shirt, then scooted back to her side all the while Gene removed his cape from earlier and started to pull her clothes off.

“I insist,” Higgs said. He tried his damned hardest not to let his mind drift off where it shouldn’t go, but he’d be lying to himself if he wasn’t affected. Gene was attractive. Since going on this delivery run with her, it opened up Higgs’s mind to the fact. There was always a sentimental nature he regarded towards her, but like many things about Higgs, his affections had layers. When it came to Gene, he didn’t know where it ended and where it began. All Higgs knew was he was screwed and pining for something he couldn’t have. 

Higgs kept his gaze away, but only darted back to Gene when he heard her wince. 

“You alright darlin’?” Higgs asked, canting his head curiously at her. 

“Yeah--I just ache everywhere,” Gene said truthfully, then managed to get the tank off in full. Higgs observed her, swallowing a lump in his throat as he fiddled around with the shirt, then reached out and gently guided Gene’s hands into the sleeves, before helping her poke her head through the neck area. Higgs gently tugged down on the sides, making sure the shirt was secure on Gene and covering her enough. 

“Now you don’t look like you’ve been bathin’ in a swamp.” Higgs muttered, smiling as Gene snorted at his remark. Their eyes met each other as Higgs regarded her by cupping her face with his hands, once more removing strands of hair from her face along with debris. Gene continued to smile up at Higgs, her hand resting on his arm before he pulled back. 

“Would it be too weird if I requested somethin’ of ya?” Higgs asked after clearing his throat. 

“At this point, nothing you say can surprise me.” Gene said truthfully, coughing into her arm for a time. 

“Can I hold you?” Higgs blurted out, feeling himself nervously shake. The way Gene was looking at him made Higgs feel weird. Maybe he crossed a line, but before he could say anything to take it back, she was already getting herself comfortable and moved closer to Higgs. He smiled, letting his arms scoop her up into his lap as she cradled against him, her face pressed against his shoulder near the crook of his neck. 

“You're warm,” Gene muttered, her throat scratchy as she nuzzled into him. Higgs could feel her skin quake under his fingertips, dragging his cloak back and putting it over her. He tucked the sides into her body and leaned his head down against hers. 

“I gotcha darlin’.” Higgs said quietly.

“Why are you doing this?” Gene asked. 

There was a long pause. Truthfully, it was because he craved holding her. It made him feel like he could protect something, someone important to him for once in his life, but Higgs wasn’t ready to face the music. Nonetheless, there was another reason. Something he could share with Gene and not be ashamed of it. 

“Cause’ this is what I wished my daddy did for me when I was sick.” Higgs replied, adjusting some to look at Gene’s face. She stared up at him sadly upon hearing that, but she was growing too tired to say anything. 

“Rest up, okay?” Higgs said as Gene nodded against him, her eyes soon closing as she relaxed more in his arms. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled her to sleep. All the while, Higgs watched her before resting his own eyes. As shitty as the situation was, Higgs was thankful for it to some degree. This gave him an excuse to be close to another person. One he held in high regard. 

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[ask-chef-teruteru]

you’ve said yourself that your tastes are pretty open, but is there anything you absolutely won’t do in the bedroom?

[There are going to be mentions of some potentially triggering sexual topics here, so please skip this one if you’re sensitive to that kind of content.]

“Hmmm... I won’t lie to y’all, I’ve been holdin’ onto this question for a long time now. Not because I’m uncomfortable answerin’ or feel any shame about what I will or won’t turn down, but rather because I wasn’t sure how thorough I needed to be. I have had some pretty serious accusations hurled my way in terms of things I would never do that I would’ve assumed went without sayin’, but... Well, I don’t really wanna go listin’ off every thing that don’t even qualify as a kink that I wouldn’t do, y’know? So for sake of this question, let’s all be on the same page and understand that we’re callin’ a kink anything that two or any number of rational consentin’ adults could agree to do together with no negative impact upon anybody else.

That said, I’ll admit there ain’t a whole lotta kinks I can prattle off of top o’ my head that I generally wouldn’t at least give a shot before decided it for sure ain’t for me...”

“... But that said, of course there are things I don’t exactly need to experience firsthand before decidin’ that I for sure ain’t interested. Nothin’ against those who favor it or would love nothin’ more than to get to try— believe me, I don’t judge n’ I wish you all the best!

Most o’ the ones people could call unsanitary ain’t really my forte. There’s a few bodily fluids that aren’t a bother and some that are. Personally I ain’t gonna be enjoyin’ myself if filth comes into the picture though. Scat, vomit, smegma, not bathin’ for a while—and/or a heavy focus on takin’ in that scent— just personally is more of a turnoff for me. My stomach’ll turn too easy to be in a space where I’ll be smellin’ things like that. Likewise, takin’ in things like that with my other senses don’t exactly bode well for me feelin’ my best, and if I ain’t feelin’ my best, I ain’t gonna be down for much of anything, y’understand.

Similarly to there bein’ limits on what I can handle when it comes to bodily fluid type things, there’s a limit on how much pain I can take, what type, that sort o’ thing. ..:Probably got a stronger masochistic streak than is entirely for my own good, but... Well, when you’re as open minded n’ curious as I am, the name o’ the game really is trial n’ error. Can’t handle, for example, ball bustin’. Can be whipped ‘til I’m red n’ beat ‘til I’m black n’ blue too, but I don’t want to be hurt right there! Too sensitive of a spot! There’s a turnin’ point where things are more painful than they are pleasurable, n’ I haven’t been struck with the desire to go tryna map out that particular fine line.

The last thing I can think of is bein’ averse to certain roleplayin’ type scenarios. I’ve gotten some accusations tossed my way that’re upsettin’ enough as is given that both of my step siblin’s are escorts, so then to have familial stuff bein’ such a huge, and frankly unavoidable category in porn, it just ain’t comfortable.

Don’t think of this as a comprehensive list, but more like a guideline type thing to give y’all an idea of what things at the very least ain’t my all time favorites. You’re free to ask about specifics since I’m sure I’ll wind up forgettin’ somethin’ as I’m wont to do. I didn’t bother mentionin’ ones that ain’t necessarily eager to try or try again but could be convinced, more just the things that I don’t want to try in the first place.”

[hobbitonwheels]

Kim’s Adventures in 5e- Week 29

((What’s this? A recap so soon instead of two or five days from now? Yes. Because today marked the first day of starting and ending our weekly game earlier. So, at the time I started writing this, I was actually awake enough to bust out half of it))

In our last episode, the Finders Keepers met Bathin, a tiefling bard acquaintance of Lady Althea’s. With his help, they investigated a situation at a nearby lumber camp. The disturbance turned out to be caused by a vampire spawn, who was rousing up the forest ghosts. Meanwhile, Queg had been visited by an emissary from his patron, who gave him the choice of ‘repent or lose your powers’. Luckily, the cleric chose ‘repent’.

After an all-nighter both fighting the undead and transporting the crates of stuff found in the little shack, the party decided that a long nap was needed. When they awoke, it was to find that Bathin was no longer with them. More importantly, though, a message had been left for them from Lady Althea, who requested their presence immediately. Upon arrival at her estate, they would be welcomed by the sight of heightened security, wards and shields all over the place, and a very distressed Althea. Her house had been robbed during the night, and amongst the things missing were her priceless viol and the devastation orb. After some debate on how to go about finding the missing items, Feyd and Bell went to check the warehouses while Selenia and Kalza went to the tavern.

At the tavern, Selenia and Kalza spoke with the barkeep, Hunter, who seemed to already know that something was amiss at Althea’s. Not wanting to draw too much attention with the conversation, though, the three went to a private room. The two would discover just how deeply Hunter was in the business of information and minor detective-ing, though the man was tight-lipped about his own information...until Selenia dropped 20 gold in front of him. After that, he was more than happy to tell them about two groups of thieves who were the most likely culprits. The devastation orb having been stolen, though, narrowed it further to just one- The Silverpoint gang. Before they left, he warned them that the group’s leader, Bolt, was short-tempered.

Meeting up with Feyd and Bell (who had ended up in the lumberyard, where Feyd was distracted by telling Bell about the different types of wood), the group ventured to the docks where they’d been told that the Silverpoints were. Upon arriving, they heard shouts, one of the voices being familiar. Bathin, it seemed, had gotten there first and was trying to negotiate information about one of the books he’d acquired in the lumber camp. His contact, though, wanted 100 gold. The negotiations not going well, he was ready to grudgingly accept the offer before Kalza intervened and told him that she knew someone better to ask. During a brief altercation with the man, Bolt’s name was brought up, and it wasn’t long before they would meet the Silverpoint leader.

A goblin with an elaborate belt and a greatsword that was easily 3 times his size greeted them by demanding to know who was asking about him. True to Hunter’s word, he had a very short temper. One that was most easily-triggered by short jokes, which, naturally, both Bathin and Bell couldn’t resist spouting off. His barbarian rage was abated by Kalza’s quick thinking. As Selenia (grudgingly and very largely due to pressure from Kalza) charmed and sweet-talked the goblin, the two departed to his ship so she could inspect his wares. On board the ship, she explained that she was primarily looking for two things- The orb and the viol. Though Bolt had plenty of fine violins and such, the specific viol in question wasn’t there (though he knew the instrument to belong to Althea). Upon hearing more about the orb and what it could do, though, he deduced that it wouldn’t have been taken by his rivals, as they would indeed be stupid enough to activate it. Before she left the ship, Bolt asked her about her walking chair. She told him it wasn’t for sale and casually dropped Mirton’s name as being the one she acquired it from. Bolt claimed to not know anyone by that name, but Selenia had her doubts.

At the docks, Bell’s wild magic had struck again and Selenia arrived to see Bathin flying. As he flew, Feyd attempted to stop him with a rope, but to no avail. The bard buzzed the docks a few times, at one point trying to help Bell (who had been knocked into the water by an eldritch blast from Kalza). As things finally settled down, and before Bell and Bathin could begin another round of short jokes, they were quickly hauled away by the rest of the party to the ship. Having no further leads, another argument/discussion erupted about what to do next, which Selenia left somewhere in the middle of. Bell fled to his room, finding it more disheveled than usual. Not knowing who’d been rifling through the room, though, he was unable to use Queg’s magic goggles to find any footprints.

Amidst the goings-on on the ship, it began raining. Light at first, but slowly building into a downpour the likes of which hadn’t been seen in centuries. Kalza, hoping for some divine aid, used one of the planetar feathers she’d picked up to try to ask for help. The featherSuddenly, the water level in both the canals and the harbor dropped dramatically. It was this that prompted the party still on the ship to go to Althea’s. As they arrived, Kalza pulled out the feather again, which began trying to fly off to a different part of the house. Its destination was the library, where it directed the group to a book about the elemental planes.

Bathin, suddenly struck with an idea, went to the highest tower of the mansion to use a Locate Object spell. A spot not too far from where they’d met Bolt lit up, and the race was on to the docks. Inside a storehouse that did indeed belong to the Silverpoints’ rivals, the party found the activated devastation orb, as well as the person who’d activated it. An aasimar woman, her voice familiar to Queg in particular. It was the figure who’d tried to stop them in Ironwing Bastion.Stealing the orb and the viol had been part of a test, and the beginnings of a job for the party. In return for sparing Rashal from a horrible fate, the aasimar wanted them to retrieve her mate, who was trapped in the Plane of Water. Kalza was ready to agree, but only on the further condition that she leave Queg alone.

Getting to the Water Plane was the easy part. All they had to do was walk through a portal provided by the aasimar. The portal dropped them onto an island with two palm trees and nothing else. It took the combined efforts of both Feyd and Bathin to find enough driftwood to make a sturdy raft, while Bell carved a few exquisite oars from the palm trees. With no idea where to go or who to really look for, they set sail. Hours passed (though you’d never know it from the way the sun didn’t move) before they came upon a ship. The ship’s crew, wild-eyed and mad with thirst, seemed to be all-but clinging to life...though the few who’d managed to wrestle Bathin’s waterskin away from him gained some lucidity after draining its contents. The same happened with the captain, whom Kalza gave her waterskin to.

Once able to speak, the captain explained that he and his crew had been stranded in the Water Plane for two years. A few of the crew had already been lost due to the creatures lurking in the water, but no one else seemed able to die (or, at least, able to die of thirst). In return, Kalza explained how and why the Finders Keepers had ended up there. After hearing a few of the details, the captain seemed to have a vague idea of who they were looking for. A deal was struck- In exchange for water (and protection, should their course lead to any danger), the captain and his men would take the party in the right direction.

Below deck, Bathin brought up the brief moment wherein Bell had been frantic about something missing from his room. Bell tried to play it off, saying that some of his money had been stolen. Selenia, not buying it, continued to press him until he revealed his dark secret- *He* had stolen the devastation orb and the viol the night of Althea’s party. Understandably upset, the party demanded to know why. Bell, it seemed, had been trying to gain entry/admittance into the thieves guild and it required him to successfully steal something. A frustrated Kalza told him that, if he wanted to steal something, the others would help him do it. Selenia merely informed him that he’d be grounded when they got back to their plane.

And that’s where we’ll pick up next week.

[sentaigunji]

A vent fic I wrote because I was feeling depressed and lonely.

Hanzo was used to solitude. After all, he’d been wandering by himself for over a decade since he left the clan. This solitude, however, was suffocating. His chest tight as the night he murdered his brother. Alone, like the night two became one. He poured himself another round of sake. He long lost track of how much of the drink he’d had. His new partner, no, husband- he was still getting used to calling the embodiment of sunshine that was Jesse McCree his man- had only left him alone a few hours. Gone only to restock his cigar supply and procure groceries. Gone too long. The memories were returning, except this time the Genji he murdered was the cyborg. As the blade cut through his brother’s torso sparks and wires replaced the splatters of blood he remembers having bloomed from the wound that night. Or was it that night? In his memory Jesse stood horrified at the sight of his best friend and now brother-in-law lying lifeless at Hanzo’s feet. Hanzo’s eyes snapped open. He had drank himself unconscious and awoke to his spilled sake cup still in hand and sake staining his hakama. It was a dream. How could Jesse ever have fallen for someone like him? He looked at the wedding band on his hand, the same arm his tattoo adorned so proudly. He could swear his dragons even made the golden ring glow occasionally, but not tonight. He scowled at the piece of jewelry. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve Jesse. He didn’t deserve any of this.

Jesse retuned home to the smell of alcohol permeating the air. He knew all too well what happened for he himself had his demons to drown. Leaving the groceries in his truck he searched for his husband, finding the man glaring down at his hand, lap wet with spilled sake and the empty cup on t he floor. He advanced toward the man cautiously, Hanzo being a prickly sort. “Honey? Hannybee? I was gone too long wasn’t I?” He spoke gently and of an even tone, his voice low and soothing. “I’m here now, sugar.” The cowboy approached the archer and kneeled at his side. “Let’s get you cleaned up okay?”

“Do you love me?” Hanzo rasped, his voice tired and raw. He appeared to have been crying. The archer looked up at his husband with tired, glassy eyes. “Please tell me.”

“I do indeed, darlin’. More than you could ever know.” Jesse pat Hanzo on his thigh and cleaned up the mess around him before guiding the man to stand in his arms, embracing him. “I love you so much honey. Let’s get you cleaned up okay? I didn’t get nothin’ that needs to be put away right away so the groceries can wait let’s take care of you first.”

“Jesse…” Hanzo steadied himself against Jesse’s firm build. He was still very much inebriated and wobbly on his feet. Jesse felt this and picked Hanzo up to carry him to the master bathroom of their little apartment.

“Wanna take a bath together or just wanna soak yourself honey?” Jesse got the water running nice and hot and plugged the tub once it started to run a comfortingly steamy. He then helped his husband undress, Putting his sake drenched clothes neatly in the hamper. Once the archer was naked he traced the man’s beautiful tattoo down his arm to his hand and brought it up to his lips so he could kiss their wedding ring. “Hannybee?”

“Thank you, Jesse.” Hanzo kept his gaze cast downward as he allowed his husband to undress him. As the man brought his hand to his lips he laced his fingers with Jesse’s. “I would like you to join me, please…”

Their tub was small and since McCree was taller he went in first after undressing himself. He pulled Hanzo gently down with him. It was a tight fit. McCree may be taller but Hanzo is bulkier having much larger muscles. Eventually they wiggled to a comfortable position and let the hot water soothe their aches both muscular and mental. “I had a dream when I passed out. I killed him again, but this time you saw.” Hanzo finally admitted after a long and comfortable silence sitting in Jesse’s arms. The archer snuggled deeper into the gunslinger’s embrace, idly tracing the skull on Jesse’s prosthesis. “He says he forgives me, then why does my conscience continue to replay his death at me so incessantly?”

“Can’t say I have an answer for that Hanzo. Might be it ain’t Genji at all, it’s you. You gotta forgive yourself honey, and believe me I know how hard it is with all the shit I’ve done back in the day, myself.” Jesse gave Hanzo a gentile squeeze. “I know you’re probably sick of hearin’ that though.”

“How can I possibly redeem murdering my own brother?” The water sloshed as he adjusted himself to curl up on his side in Jesse’s lap. He remained still as Jesse began gently washing him with sweet smelling soap. It relaxed him, and he let out a sigh.

“He ain’t dead sweetheart.” Jesse cooed as he washed Hanzo’s back with a shower poof lathered in a soft lavender soap. “He might’ve changed through the years but don’t we all? You never would’ve thought you’d be sportin’ them sexy piercings right hon?” Jesse gently booped Hanzo’s bridge piercing and chuckled warmly. The sound and vibration through Jesse’s chest relaxed Hanzo even more.

“I suppose you are right…he has been trying very hard to reestablish our relationship, even inviting me to the very organization he sold the Shimada out to. How bold…” Hanzo huffed.

“That’s just how much he forgives you and wants his brother back. Besides I’m in overwatch too, you know.” Jesse hummed while lathering up a blob of expensive shampoo which smelled of grape seed oil, knowing Hanzo loves that brand. “We both love you hannybee.” He guided Hanzo sit up straight so he could wash his hair for him.

“It sounds so pleasant when you say it. I wouldn’t mind fighting alongside my husband.” Maybe it was the alcohol but Hanzo was far more amicable than usual. “That smells lovely, Dearest.” He sighed contently at his husband’s ministrations. He let Jesse lather his hair and rinse it out by gently dumping the warm water over his head. He felt much better with clean and sweet smelling hair.

“I’d love it if you’d come with me one day. Especially if leavin’ you alone too long gets your head back in this here rut again. I hate seein’ ya down hannybee.” Jesse replied while gently kissing the nape of Hanzo’s neck. With the archer now clean he begun to wash himself only for Hanzo to take the poof from him and return the favor.

“perhaps I will entertain the idea, but only for you. You are not to tell Genji any of this, understood?” Hanzo lathered the shower poof in more soap than necessary and slid it roughly all over Jesse’s chest. “I am fortunate to have married such an attractive and loving man.” He moved lower and began carefully detailing every inch of Jesse’s toned abdomen like the cowboy was a historical car.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t. But you hush I ain’t that much to look at. Compared to you, anyway.” Jesse laughed, Hanzo near tickling him with the attention he paid to his taught stomach. “This bath was about you, sugar why’re you goin’ an’ bathin’ me now?”

“You hush.” Hanzo rinsed the suds off Jesse’s skin and squirt a dollop of the same sweet smelling shampoo Jesse used on him on his hand. “Now hold still so I can return the favor.” He lathered the shampoo gently into McCree’s scalp. McCree didn’t seem to mind at all and let out a sigh of relief despite his insistence on pampering only Hanzo. “See?” Hanzo smirked knowingly at him.

“Alright so maybe I need a little pamperin’ myself.” Jesse relented and helped Hanzo wash the shampoo out of his hair. “Feelin’ better though? Let’s get you all dried off and into bed.” Jesse unplugged the tub and peppered kisses all over Hanzo’s neck and shoulders while he waited for the water to drain. Once the tub emptied he reached up for a fresh towel from the rack and wrapped Hanzo in it like a burrito. “Let me take it from here, Hannybee. I appreciate ya washin’ me though.” Jesse stood lifting Hanzo up with him and carried him to their bedroom.

“Jesse you are leaving a wet trail!” Hanzo, more like himself again, nagged at the gunslinger but made no attempts to release himself from the towel burrito.

“It’s just water Hanzo it’ll be okay.” Jesse chuckled and left briefly to pat himself dry. Hanzo did the same from his seat on the bed while keeping the towel wrapped around him like a shawl. “There happy?”

“Hm.” Hanzo huffed and threw his towel at Jesse’s face. “I am cold. Fix it.”

“There’s my hannybee.” Jesse plucked the throw blanket off the bed and wrapped Hanzo in it thoroughly making sure he was secure. “Glad you’re feelin’ better, sweetness.” He guided Hanzo to lay down on their bed and curled protectively around him.

“Hold on-“ Hanzo removed himself from Jesse’s arms and climbed over him so that he was behind Jesse. He lay down and wrapped himself around his husband so that now he was the big spoon. “Better, my love.” He kissed Jesse’s neck and nuzzled him.

“I’m glad you’re back to yourself darlin’. I take it the groceries are gonna have to wait a bit longer?” Jesse gently reminded Hanzo of the food in his truck. He was thankful he had a cover over the bed of his pickup for when he bought groceries.

“They can wait. You did say there was nothing that had to be put away immediately did you not?” Hanzo squeezed Jesse possessively clearly unwilling to let the man out of bed.

“Yep. That I did, sweetheart.” Jesse hummed contently in Hanzo’s arms. “Love you.”

“And I, you.” Hanzo cooed, drifting off to a much more peaceful slumber than the blackout he had from drowning himself in sake. Jesse soon followed suit, letting Hanzo’s slow and even breathing lull himself to sleep.