his manicure

Shinjiro with lipstick kiss marks. Shinjiro blushing all the way to his ears. Shinjiro getting facial scruff. Shinjiro with a tiny little braid in his hair. Shinjiro not noticing that his nails were painted in his sleep. Shinjiro not minding his manicure as much as he thought he would. Shinjiro crawling in bed with you to get warm. Shinjiro with piercings and tattoos. Shinjiro smoking and simultaneously scolding kids for doing the same. Shinjiro letting you swatch makeup on him. Shinjiro and you wearing matching couple rings. Shinjiro with animal socks. Shinjiro in a big blanket nest. Shinjiro.

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Getting ready for his manicure.

“Where did you get that nail polish?”
“murdoc”

He didn’t mention that he gave him a manicure, too.
This is stupid I’m sorry what have my life become

Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.

Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.

11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.

“What did you think of the film?”

“Nice; very enjoyable.”

“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”

“No. Really?”

“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”

“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”

“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”

“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”

“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.

“What’s that look for?”

“It’s for you. ”

“Yes, but why?”

“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”

1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.

“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”

“Correct.”

“Alright, well, now I know.”

“You know what?”

“That we’re breaking up.”

They laugh.

2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.

John: “Long car journeys”

Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”

“You hate coffee.”

“I hate the taste of coffee.”

“You are a complex being.”

“Thank you.”

They laugh some more.

John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”

“Me too.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“They’re lovely.”

“Why’s that?”

Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.

“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”

“Do I? When it’s raining?”

“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”

John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.

“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”

Sherlock snorts.

4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.

“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”

“Truly.”

“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”

“I would agree to that in an instant.”

“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”

“Fantastic idea!”

“I do get them on occasion.”

More laughter.

5 AM:

John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.

“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”

“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”

Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.

"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”

"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”

And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.

6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.

"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”

"Precisely.”

"How did you figure that one out?”

"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”

"No fuckin way!”

"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”

Hysterical laughter.

"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”

That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”

"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”

"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”

"Really?”

"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-

"So, that is to say, you were-”

"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”

"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”

"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”

"Satisfied?”

"More than.”

"Sated?”

"Never.”

7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.

Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.

Sherlock gets absolutely no work done.
Voltron headcannons

-Lance is thicc af, he can dance in any style
-He plays the ukulele like a damn pro.
-He is also effeminate, in the sense that he can run in heels and kill a man with his manicure
-Allura collects crystals and loves it when Lance plays his ukulele (he totes bought one at an “authentic earthling” store)
-Pidge is 100% done with everything (why the fuck is everyone pining over everyone??)
-Hunk always has food on him and likes his nails painted
-Kieth can recite every MCR song by memory (go ahead, test him)
-Shiro is one of the biggest meme fiends (“What in self-deprication”//“Pepe wouldn’t treat me like this”)
-Coran follows Lance’s beauty regime
-Lance, Shiro and Hunk all enjoy reading teen mags (honestly Lotor’s spreads are their fav)
-Kieth and Pidge take personality quizzes (shitty ones//“What kind of Solarian bird are you?”)
-Allura and Coran sing Altean folk songs while they work
-Shiro and Pidge share obsession over fitspiration (both work out extensively)
-Pidge can bench press Kieth
-Allura, Coran, and Lance have sleepovers and share beauty tips (they do each others hair/nails, face masks, and gossip)
-Hunk is a casual visitor (he usually caters)
-Shiro has the habit of leaving motivational post it notes on the lions (more on Blue than any other lion)
-Lance can style anyone’s hair. He can give Shiro’s hair braids (he loves to play with that white tuft)
-everyone is in awe
-Kieth knows card tricks
-Its helps calm children alien refugees
-Pidge rigs up communication systems to earth
-Lance spend an hour talking to all of his family
-Shiro’s mother and father take down his shrine (they sob so much and speak rapid fire Japanese together)
-Pidge keeps updating their mother on the search for Matt and their father (they both cry so much)
-Kieth has no one to message, his father went back to Seoul after his birth
-Hunk calls his moms and introduces Kieth as his brother (both women immediately adopt Kieth legally on earth -Kieth doesn’t cry, shut up)
-Everyone meets each other’s families
-the McClain clan inducts both Alteans as honorary members after hearing thier back story

After all the agony of the last couple of hours, the switch-back was surprisingly anticlimactic. A little light and then they just stood there. Valentine was immediately restrained by Jace and Luke, but Alec was frozen. He just stared at Magnus, who seemed shaken, but already his eyes started to regain their sparkle.

“Magnus?”, Alec whispered, nearly inaudible. Magnus looked up at Alec, careful relief showing on his face, before he went back to staring at his manicured and ringed fingers.

Alec sighed and strode towards him, stopping at the last moment, unsure. “Can I…?”, he asked, gesturing helplessly with his hands. Magnus nodded, looking up, and Alec hugged him tightly, burying his face in his hairline, kissing his temple and nuzzling his face. “I’m sorry, Magnus. I’m so, so sorry. I should have realized sooner, I….” “It’s ok, Alexander. You did realize, and you did save me. Just…don’t go.”

Alec nodded and kept holding onto Magnus, who in turn wrapped his arms around Alec’s waist, slightly pecking his neck rune and settling his face into the crook of Alec’s neck. Neither noticed the door closing behind the other Shadowhunters escorting Valentine back to his cell.

After a couple of minutes, Magnus mumbled softly: “Can you stay with me? I don’t want to be alone right now.” “Of course”, said Alec, “I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.” At that Magnus finally lifted his head, his lips quirking up to a slight smirk, but his eyes gazing longingly at Alec. “Careful there, darling. I might never let you leave.” “I’m alright with that”

It’s Okay, I Hate Me Too. (Langst)

I posted this on AO3, but I decided to post it on here too because I love it so much ahah (also this is OOC)~

Being overlooked wasn’t a foreign feeling for Lance.

Back at the Garrison, he often heard a plethora of insults directed towards him, said by students and instructors alike. A lot of them from Iverson, the dude who oversaw the cadets. Man, he hated Iverson.

He happened to be strolling past a group of his peers. They were looking at him from the wall they were propped up against.

“Did you hear about that one guy Lance? He just failed his simulation test for the fifth time in a row.”

“Yeah, I did. The dude’s pathetic. How’d he even get accepted into the Garrison in the first place?”

“He only got into the fighter pilot class because Keith dropped out. I’m shocked Lance wasn’t the one to get dropped.”

“He can’t even handle the shit in the cargo pilot class. He’s pathetic.”

Lance just smiled. It’s okay, I hate me too.


“We’re going to have to visit the Worbla planet for some supply negotiations,”  Allura says, after shortly gathering all the paladins plus Coran for a meeting. “The Worblon are fairly nice aliens, so the negotiations should go fairly quickly. So be on your best behavior,” Her light tone disappears as her eyes land on Lance. The mood suddenly becomes more hostile. “Especially you, Lance. You stay in the back. I don’t want you messing this up.”

Lance lets out a nervous, breathy laugh. “Got it, princess.” Allura narrows her eyes even more. Great, she doesn’t trust me. I should’ve seen that coming, though.

The castle-ship lands on the planet. The Worblon gather around the paladins in awe, talking amongst themselves.

“Can you believe it?! It’s the paladins of Voltron!”

“Strong and mighty, strong and mighty.”

“Amazing!”

Allura gains a confident stature when the leader of the Worblon comes forward. They both go somewhere else to talk. Shiro and Keith have a private conversation. Pidge and Hunk had a ‘who can fit their fist into their mouth’ competition. Lance stood by himself until several aliens approached him.

“Excuse me,” The Worblon said, looking up at Lance. “Aren’t you the blue paladin of Voltron?”

Lance gave a soft smile. “Yeah, I am. I pilot one of the legs.” And I’m also the most overlooked member of Voltron…

“You’re not as uptight as the other members,” Another smiled. “I like that. You’re very lighthearted. I don’t think you get stressed in battle. The others are so serious, so scary. You’re, ah, cool.” Lance’s eyes lit up and he gave a genuine grin. This was the first compliment he’s ever received.

“Thank you.”

LANCE!” A voice screeched from behind him. He turned around and saw the fuming face of Allura stomping towards him. Her fists were balled up, and she had gritted teeth. The Worblon he talked to slowly backed away. Lance gulped. What did I do now?

“I specifically told you to stay in the back! What are you even doing?!” She yelled, and the other paladins looked at Lance. They all had the expression of “Jeez Lance, you already messed up?”.
“You’re messing things up again, aren’t you?!”

She turned towards the Worblon. “I apologize for whatever he did. He doesn’t seem to have any seriousness in his body.” The Worblon looked at her, confused.

“He didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, we were just complimenting him. You should be more like him, he’s very lighthearted compared to the serious faces of you guys.”

Allura just gave a forced smile and commanded all of the paladins to go back onto the castle-ship.


“Did you trick the Worblon or something?” Allura asked him later, during a meeting. “We all know the real you. You’re not the one to be complimented on.” Ouch.

“Yeah,” Pidge piped up. “You don’t take anything seriously. You don’t do well in battle either. What’s there to compliment?” The others laughed. Lance just bit his lip and exited the room. It’s okay, I hate me too.


Well, at least the Worblon were nice enough to compliment him.


Lance and the other paladins were currently in a battle with the Galra. Ships surrounded them.

“Pidge, use your invisibility cloak to get us close to the main ship. Keith and I will cover while you and Hunk shut down their ion cannons. Hopefully Pidge will get the information they need,” Shiro speaks from the com, but pauses. “Oh, and Lance, just don’t do anything stupid. We don’t need you goofing off and jeopardizing the mission.”

Lance sighed. “Got it.”

They all split up, each lion tackling their own problem. Lance just wandered around, carefully aiming the giant energy rifle on his lion to blast random Galra ships in his line of vision. He wanted to be careful, because if he fucked something up, then Shiro was going to scold and berate him while the other paladins looked at him with no pity.

Suddenly, the ion cannon blasted Blue, and she went spiraling off into space. Lance got dislodged from his seat and was hitting nearly every wall inside of Blue.

A weird-looking sheet of metal got lodged into Lance’s side. He screamed in pain, and he widened his eyes at the sight of the blood. Another piece of metal punctured Lance’s right eye. He saw a flash of blindingly bright light, and then darkness. He screamed his heart out, and then blacked.


When he woke up, he discovered that the inside of Blue looked like a crime scene. Blood was everywhere. He looked down at his armor to find out that it was damaged severely.

“You okay, Blue?” He rasped, and Blue responded with a purr. She was alright. “Good. ‘Cause I’m going to need you to fly us back to the castle-ship. She started moving.

He reached for his helmet and put it on, hoping to communicate with his teammates to signal that he strayed. Instead, he heard more slander.

“Lance screwed up again. “ Pidge.

“We clearly gave him instructions, how hard is it to follow them?” Keith.

“They were simple orders. I’m honestly kind of shocked.” Hunk.

“Don’t be. When he gets back, I’ll make sure to reprimand him for the trouble he’s caused.” Allura.

“I second that. He needs to learn to take things seriously. We’re saving the universe, this isn’t a board game.” Shiro.

Lance threw his helmet to the other side of the area. He felt tears coming out of his eyes, and he released a shaky breath. He tried his best to huddle into a ball. It’s okay, I hate me too.


Lance put Blue into her hangar and slowly limped into the halls of the castle. He was forced to perform an impromptu stitching on his side with a random first-aid kit he found because the wound was starting to become worse. His eye, however, was a different story. It was still bleeding, and the area around it was slightly swollen.

He heard the voices of his teammates coming from the meeting hall. Holding his side, he limped over to the door. He stopped when he heard the topic the teammates were talking about.

“Honestly, Lance is quite pathetic. He can’t hold off very well on his own, judging by his performance in this battle.”

“He didn’t get his beauty sleep,” A chorus of laughs echoed. “You know how terrible he gets without his beauty sleep. Or manicure, whatever.”

“He acts so much like a kid. How did his parents even deal with him? He’s in his late teens. I’m sure his family was glad when they heard the news of him moving out.”

“He’s a walking, talking disaster.”

Lance slowly opened the door and limped into the room. His teammates, Allura, and Coran gasped at the sight they saw. That was the first time he saw the look of sympathy directed towards him on their faces. He coughed, and blood splattered onto the floor. He gave a weak smile.

“It’s okay, I hate me too.”

Black and White (Part 1)

Dean is a mechanic, running an illegal chop shop on the side to pay for his baby brother’s college tuition. Castiel is a local photojournalist who just so happens to catch Dean on film stealing a car.

Dean convinces Cas not to turn him in, and sparks fly.

But what happens when Cas appears to be involved with a rival group? Can Dean trust him at all? Or does Cas already know enough to ruin him?

Word Count: 3250

Warnings: None yet

A/N: Feedback appreciated! This is an AU that’s a little different, so I hope y’all enjoy this one!


There’s nothing left to do for the day, and Dean’s just about to lock up when a woman walks in, walking briskly and looking a little flustered, like most people who’ve just had unexpected car trouble.

“And what can I do for you?” Dean asks, eyeing her as she sets her purse on the counter. Pretty, but a little too upscale for his taste, with her manicured nails and name-brand everything.

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Better Babysitter (TG/AP)

              Jimmy and Kyle were sulking in their room, waiting for their annoying babysitter to arrive. Their parents had gone out for the night and called the babysitter over on short notice. The boys hated their babysitter; she never let them play video games or watch the movies they wanted to, and she always made them go to bed super early. They’d do anything to get rid of her, and thankfully Kyle had swiped a shriveled monkey’s paw from the flea market his parents had taken them to last weekend. He had heard the old woman selling the monkeys paws talking about their wish-granting abilities, so he grabbed one when she wasn’t looking and planned to use it to get rid of their current babysitter. He pulled it out from beneath his bed and showed it to his brother.

              “Hey, Jimmy, check this out. This thing is supposed to be able to grant wishes, so I’m gonna wish for a new babysitter!”

              “Haha, okay,” Jimmy said, scoffing at the thought. He was younger than Kyle, but he considered himself more realistic than his older brother. “Well, what’re you waiting for? Make the wish.”

              “You just watch, little bro,” Kyle said, holding up the monkey’s paw. “I wish we had a babysitter that let us do whatever we wanted!”

              The words of Kyle’s wish echoed in the room, surprising the boys. Suddenly, the monkey’s fist closed and disintegrated into dust. The dust slipped through Kyle’s fingers and began to swirl around the room before enveloping Jimmy. Jimmy screamed as the dust moved faster around him, tearing his clothes and transforming them into a plain, white garment that looked suspiciously like a dress.

              “What’s happen- ack!” As soon as Jimmy opened his mouth, the dust flooded into him and caused him to cough and gag. He fell onto his back as he caught his breath again, sputtering out puffs of dust with a few coughs. “What did that thing do to me?”

              “I, uh, I don’t know. Are you okay?”

              “Yeah, I think. But what’s with my cloth- ooohhhh!” Jimmy began to moan as he felt his chest begin to tingle. The two boys looked at Jimmy’s chest as it began to expand. He threw his arms up as his bones began to crack, growing longer and wider, and leaving him with a torso that looked like it belonged to someone much older than he was. His moans grew louder and more feminine as two mounds of flesh began to protrude from his chest. With a sudden burst, he thrust his chest forward as two sizable breasts grew beneath his enlarging nipples. The boys stared at Jimmy’s ample new cleavage as Jimmy continued to moan, his new breasts sending unknown pleasures coursing through his maturing body.

              “Why is this happening?” Jimmy screamed, noticing how much older, yet girly, he sounded.

              “I don’t know! I’m sorry!” Kyle yelled in panic. “I’m so sorr-“

              “OW!” Jimmy yelled as his legs began to ache. He kicked his legs out in pain as they extended slightly. He felt another tingling coming from his crotch as it began to retract between his legs. It felt uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time. His heart began to race as his thrashing body caused his breasts to bounce and jiggle on his chest. The sensations coming from his crotch and chest began to blend together, sending more orgasmic feelings coursing through his body. He couldn’t help but moan even more as he continued to grow older and sexier. He felt his boy parts slip between his legs as a fleshy clit took form, growing damper by the second. His legs were still aching though, and combined with the pleasure coursing through his body, the sensations flowing through him caused him to convulse and kick his legs violently as they snapped and extended. Each kick added a few inches to his height, while at the same time inflating his ass. He felt his behind grow enough to raise his lower back off the floor, his spine cracking and taking on a feminine arch as he grew.

              He looked at his brother as he continued to grow older and more feminine. He wanted to cry for help, but as he opened his mouth, all that came out was a feminine moan.

              “Hu…huuuuuuumph…” Jimmy moaned between breaths. Kyle couldn’t help but notice how sultry his little brother sounded now. Kyle himself was just hitting puberty, so seeing his younger brother turning into such an attractive specimen was making Kyle exceedingly confused and uncomfortable.

              “Jimmy, I’m so sorry…” Kyle said on the verge of tears. “I shouldn’t have stolen that thing. This is my fault.”

              Jimmy wanted to say something to his brother, but he felt his face beginning to change as his mind began to grow foggy. He felt his hair grow down his neck and tickle his back, turning a dark blonde in the process. His eyes widened and slanted as they took on a sultry, alluring appearance. His lips thinned out as his nose cracked and shrank a bit, planting itself cutely about his mouth. His face tingled as makeup applied itself to his mature new face. He had aged well into his twenties in a matter of minutes, and as his new reproductive system flooded his body with new hormones, he began to have entirely alien thoughts. He felt his new clit grow damp as memories of cute guys hitting on him entered his mind. His memories of being the best student in school became memories of being the sexist girl in school. He wanted to fight it, but as images of jocks fucking him in the locker room after school flooded his mind, he began to give in. His clit was so wet and so sensitive, and as he slowly began to rub it with a manicured hand, his name began to fade. Jimmy slowly turned into Jade as memories of going to college and meeting her boyfriend formed in the new girl’s mind. She quickly came and screamed in orgasm as Jimmy embraced his new identity. The new girl leaned up and stood over Kyle. She stared at the young boy ogling her exposed crotch and smirked.

              She only took this babysitting job for the easy money, and at least this little brat never gave her any trouble.

              “My boyfriend is coming over tonight, so I’m gonna go get changed.” She said with an authoritative tone. “You can play video games or watch TV or whatever. I don’t care. Just don’t bother me unless it’s an emergency. And don’t tell your parents, unless you want me to take your video games away.”

              “Ji- Jimmy? Are you still in there?” Kyle said hesitantly. “Please, little bro…” Jade didn’t respond. She simply walked into another room and began to change into a bikini for her boyfriend. This kid’s parents were loaded and had a pool in the backyard, so she and her boyfriend were going to have a ball with their private pool for the night. She loved her job, and while Kyle was still confused and traumatized by what he just witnessed, at least his wish was fulfilled. Just not exactly how he expected it, or wanted it, to be.  

A Bunch of Headcanons Part 3: It Is 1 AM Edition and This Probably Sucks

“Cleanliness” of surroundings means different things to different flights.

Earth:
“Neat” on special occasions with surfaces buffed clean, junk and litter stowed away, with every rock it its proper place. A light dusting is usually observed since most Earth homes are naturally dusty and really it’s probably going to take an eternity to keep things dust free. Dirt and mud are welcome, so long as they don’t get into what they shouldn’t.

Wind:
“Fresh” for the most part due to not staying still enough to accumulate a mess. Mobile lairs are aired out, and washed things always left to dry outside as weather (or weather magic) permits, with a quick wipe usually enough for most things. The flight of 5 minute showers probably. Any permanent hideaway used as a pit stop is usually full of junk though.

Water:
“Clear”, especially in lairs with structures built above water. Things are washed and polished until water runs clear. Keeping reflective surfaces shiny and scry-friendly is a must. Things meant to last such as marble and stone are well-maintained, while wood is almost always just for the rotting beachy bohemian look unless it’s sealed with a magic varnish. The rotting beachy bohemian look includes seashells welded together with calcium, big seaweedy rocks, and barnacles on everything.

Fire:
“Pure”, especially pertaining to metals and crafts. Fire lairs are cleansed of soot and smoke, while metal wares and crafts and polished to their brightest. Paws are washed and claws clipped of grime on the regular because that stuff gets all in your nails. The best lair hearths are those that produce the least smoke and projects the clearest light. Sometimes they throw in fragrant herbs and flowers and everyone has a real good time.

Ice:
“Pristine” in that structures made of ice ought to be made flawless on the get go since it ain’t easy repairing on account of the whole “brittle and meltable and gross when slushy” nature. The key is maintaining the clean and stable by magic or careful addition of water left to freeze at certain points of a structure. Furs and leathers are carefully treated but otherwise are left to wear and tear in the naturally cold environment.

Lightning:
“Stainless”: please keep your workstations clean at all times! Trash receptacles are found everywhere for easy disposal of litter. Workbenches are all neat with tools arranged and oiled in leather wraps and cases. Paperwork must be filed away at the proper desk trays! But honestly your bed can look like a featherback boar’s behind and no one would give a fuck so long as you keep your crumbs to yourself.

Light:
“Bright” means everything jewel-encrusted and metallic and pale gets a scrub and polish and dry. Marble floors are so polished they are viable murder weapons on slippage alone. All the windows open to maximize the natural light, but curtains elegantly at the ready in their own little holders. Everyone’s teeth are brushed and sharpened, all the better to smile with. The third best flight at cleaning blood stains off of things.

Shadow:
“Slick” means clean enough but so long as you don’t see it, it doesn’t exist. Hence the second best flight at cleaning blood stains. Waxes and varnishes often used on surfaces. Every Shadow laundry dragon knows the secret to preserving dark fabrics in the wash and thus makes good coin from clans that regularly shop at Dragon Hot Topic.

Plague:
“Wasteless” means immaculate on account of every possible scrap is squirreled away for eating later or consumed by someone else. Both cooking and hunting/working implements are regularly cleaned and maintained. A deep understanding and respect for disease paved the way for remarkably effective aseptic techniques in both experimentation and everyday life. The best flight at cleaning blood stains–either an industrial grade cleaner or a sufficiently thirsty clan member’s tongue will suffice.

Nature:
“Harmonious” in that things aren’t kept clean so much as they are leaft to grow and camouflage itself. Lairs often overrun with all manner of creeping vegetation and subsequent pests (insects, rats, etc); some call it filth, others call it efficient hunting. Most are hoping the outdoorsy jungle portrays a “charming” sort of messiness. Whatever junk and clutter can’t be ignored is often stored in tree trunks.

Arcane:
“Organized” in that it doesn’t actually matter if your surroundings are junk-filled or filthy, so long as you know where everything is. Magical storage portals grant a plethora of options in tossing shit out of sight until hammerspace beckons again. It is vital that arcane crystals and energies never be disturbed in case Weird Shit happens.

Read to me

(A/N): I was just feeling a bit salty when I wrote this so I needed to get my frustrations out so :)

Summary: Bucky loves it when (Y/N) reads to him

Warnings: none?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor


Originally posted by vapidkoala

    (All excerpts are from Ray Bradbury’s The illustrated man. Any words from his story are italicized.)

    (Y/N) lay curled up on their bed, their eyes scanning over the words in front of them as they drank in every word, an almost high coming over them as they did. The story painted such a vivid picture for them that it was hard not to read the entire book in one sitting, something they had done quite frequently but they had promised themself that they’d savor this book, take in every word and sentence until their head ached but nearly 120 pages in and that promise was flying out the window. (Y/N) was so in depth in the book that they could barely here the door creak open when it did, the soft sound of feet on their shabby carpet. In fact it wasn’t until a certain supersoldier laid beside the reading body that (Y/N) snapped out of their book trance, gasping softly. 

   “Bucky!” (Y/N) exclaimed, “You scared me!” Bucky gave them a sleepy little smile as he closed his eyes, humming to himself. 

   “Sorry doll,” He whispered, nuzzling his face against the pillow beside them. “What’re you still doing up? I thought you’d gone to bed ages ago,” (Y/N) smiles at their lover sweetly as they reach out, gently brushing some of his hair away from his eyes. 

   “I’m actually reading,” 

   “Hm…What book?” 

   “It’s called the illustrated man, it’s really good,” 

   “Really?” Bucky cracks an eye open to look at (Y/N), his eyes glazed over with exhaustion. (Y/N) nods, cracking a smile as they glanced at the words a few paragraphs ahead. 

   “It’s really good,” 

   “What’s it about?” Bucky asks as he shifts a little closer to (Y/N), draping an arm over their leg as he pressed a gentle kiss to their hip. 

   “It’s about a illustrated man, he’s covered in tattoos but every night the tattoos will shift and change. These tattoos essentially predict the future-” 

   “Will you-” Bucky yawns a bit, licking his lips afterwards. “Will you read some to me?” (Y/N) smiles as they nod, one hand reaching down to play with Bucky’s hair while the other kept the book upright. 

   “They moved away. Suddenly the floor plates were laced with bone and white skulls that screamed,” Bucky curls against (Y/N) more, resting their head on their warm thigh as they recite the words to him. 

   “The captain did not dare look down, and over the screaming he said ‘Is this where Perse is?’ turning in at a hatch.” Bucky shifts once again, wrapping more of himself around (Y/N). (Y/N) halts in their reading, looking down at Bucky fondly. He looked so sweet like this, all sorts of sleepy and affectionate, his face pressed against (Y/N)’s thigh to the point that it was squishing his cheeks. (Y/N) smiles a bit as they sigh, running their fingers through Bucky’s rather long hair. 

   “Why’d you stop?” He asks, lifting his head up just enough to look at (Y/N) sleepily. 

   “Sorry…you just look really cute like this,” Bucky smiles sleepily, his eyes closing once again. He hums, resting his head back against (Y/N)’s legs. 

   “Well thank you,” (Y/N) gives him a look over, noting the way half his body was curled against them and the other half was not. With a sly little smirk (Y/N) parts their legs, allowing Bucky’s head to fall off their lap. 

   “(Y/N), what are you-” 

   “I want you between my thighs,” Bucky looks up at (Y/N), smirking just a bit. 

   “Doll, I’d love to but I am way too tired to even-” 

   “Not like that you dork,” (Y/N) smiles, shaking their head lightly. “Like when I sit on your lap, I want you to sit on mine,” Bucky eyes them warily, his sleep deprived eyes looking them over a few times. 

   “So you want me to sit in between your legs?” (Y/N) smiles a bit more, nodding. 

   “You’re already half curled up on me, why not just sit here instead?” Bucky looks between (Y/N)’s legs only for a moment before crawling between them, resting his larger body against their chest. His back presses against (Y/N)’s chest and he curls up against them a bit, pulling their sheets over their legs to keep them warm. “You ready?” (Y/N) asks, scratching at Bucky’s head again. The man nods, yawning a bit as he does. (Y/N) smiles as they wrap their arms around his waist, holding the book out in front of them as they attempt to find where they had left off. Finding their spot,  (Y/N) gives the top of his head a quick peck before continuing on with their story. 

   “The captain walked to a port. He smelled of menthol and iodine and green soap on his polished and manicured hands. His white teeth were dentrificed, and his ears scoured to a pinkness, as were his cheeks,” Bucky shifts a bit, turning his head to rub his nose against (Y/N)’s neck, his body nearly going slack against theirs. He inhales deeply and exhales too, his warm breath hitting (Y/N)’s neck softly.

    (Y/N) could tell he was on his way out, he never did last long when (Y/N) would read to him and they were sure their warmth and arms around him wasn’t helping. With a tender smile (Y/N) continues on, resting their chin atop the brunette’s head.

    “His uniform was the color of new salt, and his boots were black mirrors, shining below him. His crisp crew-cut hair smelled of sharp alcohol. Even his breath was sharp and new and clean.” Suddenly Bucky’s breath evens out, a steady in and out against (Y/N)’s neck, his nose bumped right up against (Y/N)’s pulse point; he’d fallen asleep. 

   (Y/N) gingerly sets their book down, settling it down on their bed as they reach over and flicks off their bedside lamp, only shifting enough to get comfortable against their headboard. With a little huff of air (Y/N) reaches down and grabs their sheets, pulling it up to Bucky’s chin to keep him warm. 

   “Goodnight my sweet angel,” (Y/N) whispers, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s head as they close their eyes, allowing their own exhaustion to take over. Bucky shifts once more in his sleep, this time the movement much more subtle, a simple quirk of his lip was all, a simple, sleepy, and all too adorable smile. 

Here are more of my Belle/Adam NSFW headcanons that were actually asked for this time

Quick note: The first two headcanons will probably be familiar, since I already leaked them (and also, my recent fic is based off the second headcanon lol). Enjoy the Sin™

• Some nights they take baths together, both of them seated in a tub of lukewarm water, rose petals floating on the water’s surface, dim candles flickering soft light onto the dark walls, and Belle between Adam’s legs with her back rested against his firm chest. The atmosphere of the candle-lit room always starts out serene, usually filled with quiet conversations, Adam’s fingers skimming through Belle’s damp hair and grazing his manicured nails along her scalp, as she talks enthusiastically about whatever book she is reading at the moment. She will have the book with her, of course, and Adam will happily hook his chin over her shoulder and let her read to him. Eventually, to no one’s surprise, the once tranquil room comes to life with the sounds of sloshing water, desperate sighs, and smacking lips when Adam can no longer contain the desire pooling low in his belly at the gentle, clearly articulated sound of Belle’s voice. Her intellect—for some ungodly reason—is outrageously alluring. A deft hand between her legs, a teasing mouth at her ear, and suddenly water is spilling over the tub walls and splattering onto the floor, Belle writhing as she comes undone in Adam’s arms with his name on her lips.

• He doesn’t know why it takes him so long to notice, but when she is perched upon his bare chest and tracing a gentle finger over his parted lips, it dawns over Adam that Belle is quite fixated on his mouth. And oh, the fun he has with that. It starts out subtle; him quickly licking the pad of his index finger before turning the page of his book when he knows she’s watching, and “accidentally” missing her lips when he goes in for a quick peck, instead pressing a chaste (but is it chaste?) kiss to the corner of her mouth. It is only when Belle notices a sudden new habit of his, one of which involves dragging his finger across his bottom lip while in thought (and one that has been occurring quite too often), that she starts to become suspicious. Realization strikes when she scolds Adam for saying something crude, and he smugly calls her out.

  • “That filthy mouth of yours!”
  • “You mean the one that you revere so much? Amoureux, your eyes haven’t left my lips since I entered the room. If you’re going to kiss me, please, don’t abstain any longer. I’m sure you’re starving for it.”
  • And she had never kissed him like that before. All tongue and teeth and shoulders slamming into bookshelves. And when she begs him to fuck her, he chuckles and breathes into her ear, “That filthy mouth of yours.”

• Another thing Belle is rather taken with; Adam finishing inside of her. There is something so satisfying in the way the muscles in his back tense beneath her fingers as he comes, the way he settles his hot, heavy weight on top of her after one last, deep thrust. His face always hovers briefly, mouth open soundlessly, until he buries his head against her shoulder and lets out a beautiful noise that is somehow a mixture of a moan, a growl, and a cry. She finds so much comfort in his body trembling in her arms as he tries to catch his breath, her cheek resting against his hair. She would stay there forever if she could.

• The first time they fight—and not just one of their short-lived, trifling quarrels, but a real fight that results in slamming doors and raw throats—Belle and Adam don’t speak for days. Every time they pass each other in the castle, Belle’s shoulders stiffen and Adam sticks out his chin and clenches his jaw. And it is Belle, of course, who makes a snide remark and gets the whole ball rolling once more. The servants make away with themselves when the screaming starts, and Adam is damn near ready to leave himself when Belle gets in his face, the two of them nose to nose and breathing heavily. But there is this superior twinkle in her eyes, and something in Adam snaps. The force of his lips on hers leaves them bruised in the aftermath, and their chests audibly collide when he pulls her flush against his body. They don’t make it to a bed, a piece of furniture, or even a wall, he just takes her in the middle of the floor. And at some point words of anger melt into coos of affection, rough touches turn tender, and the hard snap of his hips slows to a languid grind. That prideful twinkle in Belle’s eyes is replaced by a warm, doting glow, and the two lovers fall into a fit of giggles once they’re through; sweaty, sated, and laughing on the floor in their torn and ruffled clothes.

• Jealous!Adam :-)

• Adam takes Belle in the garden because he knows that the new gardener who has been eyeing his wife is currently trimming the hedges nearby. Belle doesn’t protest at all—she does quite the opposite, actually. If there was any doubt that the gardener didn’t hear her obscene and unabashedly loud cries of pleasure, that doubt was obliterated immediately when the gardener spotted the pair a few hours later and hastily averted his gaze.

• I have mentioned this concept a few times before, but let us just consider it again; Adam getting so overwhelmed while he is dancing with Belle, that he drags her away in the midst of a ball to an alcove just off the ballroom so he can have his way with her. He cramps her into the corner of the already confined space, pressing hot, sloppy kisses to her lips and husking out words of molten desire into her open mouth. Having her husband’s tongue inside of her is oddly much more exhilarating when the chatter of their party guests can be heard from only 15 feet away, and Belle’s orgasm takes her by surprise when she hears her father’s curious voice creeping closer to the alcove, the possibility of being caught distending between her legs and washing through her whole body in a new and alarming form of euphoria.

• Having sex in places where they can easily get caught becomes a thing for them, because hey, we all know they be kinky as hell.

• Also, um… balcony sex… (o˘◡˘o)

ON A FINAL NOTE, BELLE TOTALLY PUT ON A SHOW FOR ADAM ONE NIGHT BY WEARING NOTHING BUT HIS BEDAZZLED CORONET UPON HER HEAD, AND SHE MADE HIM CALL HER “HIGHNESS” AKLFHLAKHLKAF (I DON’T FUCKING CARE IF HISTORY SAYS FRENCH PRINCE’S DIDN’T WEAR CORONETS, YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME THAT ADAM DIDN’T HAVE SOME SORT OF CROWN)

Look at me too

The paladins had a long week of fighting the Galra and worm-holing through the galaxies. Everyone was fairly pooped so when Allura and Coran gave them the news that they’d be able to take a resting stop on a local planet everyone was excited.

“Yes everyone” Allura said clapping her hands “We’ll all be stopping on the planet Hawsuri for a much needed break” she smiled and looked over to Coran who was fiddling with the controls to pull up some photos of the planet.

“Yes, Princess” he chimed in “This planet is the vacation spot of this galaxy! With the warmth of two suns and a giant ocean and sandy beaches. It’s much like the earth islands called the tropials” he nodded as he flicked through the different photos.

“You mean the tropics, Coran” Pidge corrected from their seat not far from where he was standing.

“Oh yes, of course, my mistake. Hawsuri is much like your earth tropics.. With warm weather and plenty of beaches”. At this everyone cheered, especially lance who slid to the front of the room grinning .

“Say Coran, I’m sure there has to be plenty of alien beach babes who can’t wait to get a taste of this!” He nudged him with his elbow before spinning and shooting him with finger guns. Everyone groaned and stood to leave at this note. Keith being the only one with a frown on his face stayed behind.

“Do we really need to go sit in some crummy sand with the heat of TWO suns beaming down on our backs?!” he shouted looking at Shiro for some support, instead he was met with Shiro’s classic grin and a pat on the shoulder as he headed out the room.

“Look on the bright side Keith this will be your chance to have some much needed bonding time with your fellow team members outside of the ship”

Keith shrugged his hand off and mumbled under his breath “Sure that’s only because you want to see Allura in a bathing suit”. Causing the black paladins neck and ears to turn a dark shade of red as he whipped around to be sure Allura hadn’t heard.

“Keith just try and have fun OK?” he said his expression neutral, but his eyes saying if you ruin this for me I’ll hunt you down. He patted him on the shoulder again a little harder this time before leaving.

Keith followed to go pack his things. Ahead of him he saw lance and hunk and he overheard their chatter about the vacation.

More than the heat of two suns and crummy sand, he wasn’t ready to endure another session of Lance flirting with everything that had two legs (if that even mattered to him anymore). Keith didn’t know why but the idea of seeing him ogling over some space chick made his blood boil. Why couldn’t he just act like everyone else civilized!

Instead of smiling and spitting cheesy pick up line to everything that moved.. He didn’t know if he could stomach another day of that. It caused him to think about too many unwanted emotions that he couldn’t explain just yet… like why he only hated the flirting when it was someone else.. or why he hated to admit that he always felt his chest clench whenever Lance directed his affections toward him.

“ugh” Keith grunted

He slid his door open and flopped on the bed, not even bothering to pack anything. Throwing one arm over his head he sighed listening to muffled sounds Lance’s humming in the shower through his wall. I bet he’ll be up all night packing, that idiot, going through all that trouble to get ready. For what. All those facials don’t do anything… He looked just fine like he is.. His hair always looks so silky and amazing- Wait what!! I mean.. In a bros kinda way.. Scratch that?!! Lance is gross.

He huffed and flopped over burying his face into his pillow, dozing off to the sound of Lance’s humming.

______________________

Keith blushed looking away quickly as Lance held the sunscreen bottle up. “Just make sure to get my entire back mullet-head, I can’t risk burning this body” he smirked and Keith felt his heart skip a beat as he shakily took the bottle out of his hand as the copper toned boy rolled over on the towel where he was laying. Revealing his lean, yet toned back, long slender legs and Keith couldn’t help but let his eyes trail over him. He blushed when he realized what had caught is attention the most.

“O-ok” he replied kneeling down. He squeezed out the lotion and started to rub it slowly into Lances back starting at his shoulders and working his way down.

Lance shivered under his touch and Keith’s heart started pounding.  He started rubbing him slower, gently skimming his fingers down his spine. A small breathy moan come from Lance and that’s when Keith stilled looking down with him equally aroused and in shock.

“W-why did you stop?” Lance whispered, a small blush creeping up the back of his neck and ears.

“What..?” He asked unsure his ears

where working properly.

“I said, p-please finish rubbing me.. Keith I want your hands all over my BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP*”

Keith shot up in bed his heart racing. He scanned his surrounding and cursed realizing it was just a dream.

A dream about lance!? It was bad enough to have deal with him every day now Keith was having dreams about him too.

He lifted his blanket up looking down at his lap and cursed under his breath annoyed that his body was betraying his true feelings.

Hopping out of bed he pulled on his boots and headed for the door when he realized there was a big problem.

He was hard as a rock and he has less than 5 mins to get to the controls room. Swiftly he grabbed his bag and held it in front of himself grumbling again.

“This is so obvious!”

Just as he stepped out his room he saw Lance walking past.

“Yo good morning Mullet-head” he laughed and stepped forward to shove him, when Keith slapped his hand away dropping the bag and scrambling awkwardly to hide his… situation.

“Don’t touch me!” He yelled way to loudly, his face turning red.

“Woah.. calm down dude” Lance laughed “geez what’s your-” he was cut off as his eyes traveled down Keith’s torso to his wait and then … when lance realized what Keith was desperately trying (and failing) to hide a blush crept onto his face.

When he heard Lance shifting back and forth on his feet he bristled shouting 

“Just. Go. Away” instantly regretting the amount of spite in his voice.

“Woah! Sorry… it’s not my fault y- , actually never mind” he huffed and stormed off.

Keith knew he’d overreacted but after that dream he couldn’t help but be on edge. He shook his head back and forth, instead, trying to steady his breathing as he focused on anything to clear his mind of his dream about Lance.

He could still hear his voice and octave lower begging him to rub his body, the way he looked up at him with his blue eyes glassy and lidded, his mouth….

damn it this wasn’t helping.

Instead he switched to thinking about training and how he couldn’t wait to get some extra time to work on his offensive moves. He was great with impulsive defense moves but not so great when it came to the latter.

Keith continued to mull this over, idly walking down the hall until he strolled into the control room where everyone else stood waiting for him.

“ITS ABOUT TIME!” Lance yelled throwing his hands up in forced exasperation. Trying to act normal, but the redness in his ear betrayed him.

“You finally decided to show up” he placed his hands on his hips and scowled pursing his lips “ I know that you aren’t excited about the beach keeeeeith” Lance said dragging out his name

“But I’ve got a date with a purple ocean and hot space babes”

“What are you talking about, Lance I -”

“Oh no-nonono we don’t want to hear your excuses just follow us to the lower deck we’re about to land soon” he held up his manicured hand in Keith’s face before storming off. The others just stood there speechless, giving him apologetic looks, except for Coran who smiled brightly as he chartered on and on about the customs of this planet.


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This might be trash.. forgive me it is my first time. I might continue if you guys like it

mélange | part 1

fandom: monsta x
member/reader: kihyun, female, minhyuk (mentioned)
genre/warning(s): smut, slight!degradation, spanking, toys: belt
length: 2K+
summary: in which your new neighbor next door has really loud sex and so you decide to have a competition because there is no way blondie is having better sex than you.

Prologue  | Part 1  | Part 2  | Part 3  | Part 4

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anonymous asked:

Could I pretty please have A Sirius/Regulus x Reader where she is dating Sirius and Regulus is protective? Thank you!! Xoxo

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Originally posted by shirokirito-sao

An: Aw I love this request! It’s adorable! Sorry it took so long to answer, schools the woooorrrssssttt. Anyways, hope you love it Anon!! <3 

Requests are open! Send them in!!! 


“Sirius, we need to talk. Now,” Regulus’ voice was cold, matching the frosty air of the Scottish winter.
Sirius turned around to face his younger brother, looking down even though he was only mere inches taller.
“What do you want?” James growled, as he stood evenly next to Sirius.
“I want to talk to my brother, alone.” Regulus’ voice was eerily calm, but his light grey eyes shone with emotion, anger, worry, sadness, and so many more. One can always read a Black by their eyes.
“Fine,” Sirius shrugged, leading the way down the nearest corridor.
“What do y-” he was cut off and Regulus slammed him into the stone wall.
“I realize I can’t stop you from being with (Y/N),” He hissed. “But I can swear that if you ever hurt them in any way, I will kill you.”
Sirius’ eyes were wide and he glanced at his little brother, his face hardened, his hair neatly manicured as all Pure-blood men of high status’ were, His Slytherin robes- the dark Mark he was nearly postitive was hidden under his sleeve; Nothing recognizable as the younger boy he was chased around the house as a child…. except his eyes.
“I wouldn’t dream of hurting them, Regulus.”
“I don’t care if you mean to or not. If you let anything happen to them, Merlin, Sirius you will wish you hadn’t. I can’t keep her safe by association anymore, But I can protect her as much as possible… and I will by any means necessary.”
Regulus tightened his jaw.
The idea of you and Sirius… together…. nearly made him sick. You- his best friend.
But Sirius made you happy, happier than you had been in a while. You had smiled and laughed more in the past week than you had in years. Regulus loved your smile, Merlin- you had the power to change the world with one.
The elder Black was silent, his mind searching for a response.
“Reggi- Regulus,” he caught himself before he used the childhood nickname. “I’m never going to let anything happen to her, swear it.”
Regulus swallowed hard and nodded.
“Good.”
With a curt nod, he released Sirius’ robes and dropped his hands, stalking off down the corridor in the other direction.
James, as if on cue, walked over next to Sirius.
“Pads?”
“You’ll never guess,” He shook his head, running a hand through his long hair. He was confused, but one thing was for certain, Sirius Orion Black would always keep that promise.

Title: Hard and Wet

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Taking my hand and smearing it across the mirror, I wiped away the condensation that the shower had caused.

It was a long, slow shower… but hot as well. Hot water; I never realized how much I missed taking hot showers to soothe my sore body until I arrived at this place called The Sanctuary.

I was holed up in an abandoned hospital, searching for some much need medication. I had found what I needed for my ailments, but I was captured and my medication was claimed by the Saviors.

Most of them were pricks, but one stood out, making sure that I was comfortable until we needed to move; his name was Simon.

A few days later, the leader, named Negan, approached me, asking all sorts of questions. I was then given a choice; work for points, or become his wife.

I knew from the very start that I would never make enough points to get my medication, food and clothing all together, so I chose to be his wife.

Negan was a very handsome man and that most certainly didn’t hurt one bit.

He treated me well, almost like porcelain. I got my medication, clothes, room and board and he was very gentle with me. We hadn’t slept together though.

I often wondered if it was because he would be afraid to hurt me or if I wasn’t appealing in some way.

I ran my hands through my freshly colored and cut hair; the pampering making me feel just a little bit normal.

“Now if that isn’t a sight to fuckin’ behold!” Negan said, leaning against the bathroom jam.

I jumped, my eyes widening when I saw that his face was clean shaven.

“What did you do?!” I asked, covering my mouth.

He ran a hand over his smooth cheek, “It was time to shave that shit, Sweetheart,”

I loved the clean shaven look and if I were to be honest, I wondered what it’d feel like between my legs.

“Now, is that any way to greet your husband, Dear Wife?”

I could feel my face heat up, as my arousal skyrocketed. Holding my towel to me, I padded over to Negan, tilting my neck back to look up at him.

Jesus, he was tall!

His eyes were heavy lidded as he grinned, smirking down at me.

I ran my hands up his chest, the soft cotton of his white t shirt straining slightly across his pecs.

He bent down, his lips coming into contact with mine.

At the first touch of his bare lips, I moaned, the sound reverberating through me.

My fingers thread through the curls that were at the nape of his neck; my newly manicured nails scratching his scalp lightly.

I could feel Negan’s hands on my waist, gently squeezing my hips.

I dipped my tongue between his lips, curling the tip to taste his lips before pulling back.

“I won’t break,” I panted.

Negan licked his lips, staring into my eyes. He hooked his fingers into my towel, unwrapping me like I was a present.

Thankfully I had enough mind to shave and exfoliate every bit of my body, making me feel clean and untouched.

He whistled, biting his bottom lip as his eyes ran down my body, “If I knew this was hiding underneath all those clothes, I’d been here sooner, Sweetheart!”

I blushed, my own eyes ending up staring at the bulge in his jeans.

I squeezed my legs together in anticipation.

“Help your husband undress, Darlin’?” he asked, his voice husky.

Walking backwards towards the bed, Negan sat down, making it to where I wouldn’t have to reach so high.

I helped him remove his shirt, while he toed off his shoes.

The smattering of hair on his chest got darker the lower it went, his happy trail peeking out from his pants.

Negan patted his lap, taking my hand and pulling me closer to him.

As I straddled him, he eyed my breasts hungrily, licking his lips while I situated myself.

My core was opened to him and I desperately needed some friction.

He seemed hesitant, but I reassured him.

“I’m good… I swear.”

Negan winked, running his hands up my back slowly, then dragging his hands downwards, letting his fingertips gently tickling my skin.

I closed my eyes, putting my head back at the soothing massage.

He repeated the motion again, pulling my torso closer to him as he ran his nose over my hardened nipple.

My eyes shot open, my hand cradling his head as he did it again, all while staring up at me.

I gulped, my breaths becoming quicker.

One hand rested on the small of my back, while the other moved slowly over my hip to my front.

“Let’s see just how fuckin’ wet you are, huh?” he said, lowly.

I bit my lip, whimpering as I felt his fingertips move over my lower lips.

“Goddamn, baby,” Negan cursed, my juices coating his fingers easily.

Closing his eyes as he continued to run his fingers over my clit,all while taking my nipple between his lips and sucking gently.

“Holy shit,” I moaned.

I rolled my hips on his hand, his middle finger dipping knuckle deep into my entrance.

I gasped loudly, rolling my hips again.

I could feel Negan grunt against my breast, then he released my nipple, just to flick his tongue over it.

Dragging his middle finger from my core, he applied a tiny bit of pressure to my clit, making me cry out.

I gripped his shoulders as my body spasmed from the electric jolts of his nimble fingers.

“Please Negan,” I whined.

He smirked up at me, holding my waist and laying me out on the mattress.

Bending my knees, I placed my feet on the bed, opening myself up wide to him.

He watched, undoing his pants, as I ran my hand down to my mound. My middle finger slipped between my lower lips, the tip playing with my entrance.

I moaned, staring at him. I palmed a breast, gently squeezing it and pinching my nipple.

“Fuckin, Christ Darlin’!” Negan panted, stroking himself with tight twists of his wrist.

Him pleasuring himself was such a damn turn on.

He stepped closer, holding his length while he removed my hand from me. Negan brought my finger up to his mouth, sucking the digit and rolling his tongue around it.

I could’ve came right then and there when I felt the head of his hardness slip into my folds.

Once the helmet was at my entrance, he gently rocked his hips, teasing me with the tip.

I groaned in frustration.

Negan laughed, my finger falling from his mouth with a sharp suck, “So fuckin’ impatient, Sweetheart,”

I breathed and glared, “It’s not nice to tease.”

Rolling his lips, he planted his hand firmly next to my hips and slowly slid all the way into me.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the full feeling of him.

Just as slow, he pulled his hips back and sank back in.

Sweat broke out on his brow, pure concentration of trying not to come etched on his handsome face.

Propping my torso up on my hands, I watched as his hardness disappeared into me.

“Harder,” I begged.

“Don’t want to fuckin’ hurt you,”

I honestly didn’t mind slow love making, but I wanted to be owned by this gorgeous man.

“I want you to fuck me so hard that I won’t walk a straight line for days,” I growled.

Something changed in his eyes. He seemed to snap out of what ever trance he was in.

Taking my thighs in his hands, he squeezed them roughly, yanking my bottom closer to the edge on the bed.

His length slipped from me, nestling between my lower lips as he became more dominant.

“I’ll fuck you good and hard, Darlin’. You just hang on for the ride,”

I smiled, giddy at the fact that I was about to be owned.

Negan rocked his hips, the underside of his cock rubbing my clit. Slowly he cupped my cheek, running his hand down to my neck where he gripped me firmly.

I moaned, closing my eyes.

“Open those eyes, Darlin’.” he said, gruffly.

With him back at my entrance, he pinned me down to the bed, keeping his hold on my throat.

I cried out at the first hard stroke of him, “Harder,”

Negan pulled his hips back, slamming back into me so hard that my breasts bounced.

I squeezed my inner muscles, feeling every inch and every vein in his throbbing member.

“That’s it Baby. You keep doing that while I own this pussy,” Negan panted.

Over and over again, Negan slammed into me, rolling his hips against mine as soon as he was balls deep.

“Faster Negan, please,”

“So fuckin’ demanding,” he was close to coming, “but I can’t deny my beautiful as hell wife,”

Negan’s hips went wild, his heavy sac slapping against my bottom with every thrust.

“Yes, yes!” I could feel myself begin to uncoil.

Taking both my wrists, he pinned them to the bed, his breathing out of control while his thrusts became sloppy.

“Come on baby, let me feel that pussy come all over me,”

I screamed, my body going taut at the extreme orgasm.

Holding my hips, Negan rode out my orgasm, rubbing my sensitive clit to get me to come again.

“One more, baby. I know you got another in there,” he was concentrating so hard to last one more go.

Lifting a leg, he turned my hips onto my side, pinning my legs to the bed.

What made me come ever harder, is when Negan spanked the hell out of my ass.

“That’s it, Sweetheart, just like that,” he groaned, feeling my inner muscles contract at my final orgasm.

“Fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sheet.

Negan buried himself balls deep one last time, grunting loudly as he came deep inside of me.

He bent at the waist, resting his sweaty head on the side of my breast.

We both breathed heavily, our bodies hot, damp, and sated.

“You are somethin’ else Sweetheart,” Negan smiled.

“You have no idea,” I told him, my hand resting on his shoulder.

Rising up, we both hissed as he pulled from my tender core.

Negan took my hands, helping me stand as he brought me closer to his body, his hands resting on my ass.

He kissed me slowly, taking his time exploring my mouth.

“Sore?” he asked, against my lips.

“Deliciously so,”

Negan chuckled, helping me get into bed.

I was surprised when he got in with me.

“Don’t be so shocked, Sweetheart. You think I’m done with you?”

I could feel my core begin to ache all over again, “I certainly hope not,”

“Fuckin’ wild cat is what you are,” he growled, kissing me hard, “Now get some rest. You’re goin’ to need it.”

Let’s just say that by the time Negan and I were through, I was rode hard and put away wet.

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