put me in a tub and bathe me

Bath Magic: Where to Begin

Hey y'all, C here. Today we’ll be talking in depth about the practice of bath magic. 

If you look around most traditional parts of the magical community, you’ll notice that bathing for ritual work or spell work is a fairly common practice. So what do I mean when I say that I specialize in bath magic? For me, bathing and witchcraft go hand in hand, and I do a ritual in the bath once a month at the very least. I’ve always loved the serenity and focus (not to mention complete selfishness) of taking baths, and so as I’ve grown into my craft it seemed like a natural place to draw magical energy. I find that the hot temperature of the water makes it very easy for me to get to a trance-like state (if not outright do trance work) and being naked in the water gives me a great place of vulnerability and rawness to begin any kind of spell work. T and I also use bathing in our shared craft to begin most of our major rituals, and that entails doing a cleansing bath with a special kind of locally made bath salts that we have been using since the very beginning. 

So what do my bath spells usually look like? To be honest, they vary a lot based on my resources at any given moment and the purpose of the spell. There are some things that I do every time such as: 

 • dedicating the bath for myself by placing a talisman or crystal (or other object I carry a lot/feel represents me) on the rim of the tub  

 • placing candles (often in corresponding magical colors and scents) around the tub and bathroom to add to the magical energy of the space 

 • making sure the water drawn is hot enough to remain warm for 40+ minutes and get me to a trancing state but not too hot as to burn my skin or make it uncomfortable for me to be in the water 

I also put something into the water every time I do bath magic, and in fact that is where I believe most of the magical intent is decided. This also widely varies with the type of spell. Some things I’ve done are: 

 • just throw in a handful of Epsom salts for a super basic cleansing. I also use these (in addition to some other ingredients) when I’m doing a real trance or astral travel or trying to communicate with a deity because they make me feel floatier in the water and therefore easier to forget my body

 • put in a few drops of different kinds of essential oils based on their magical associations

 • drop in some tea bags (like mint or chamomile or bags I’ve already used first for drinking) while the water is running to get a good infusion 

 • use bath salts that already have essential oils or herbs (or even glitter!) in the mixture. I use bath salts that I make myself, that T makes for me, and store bought and locally made mixtures, all with good results. It all depends on what I’m feeling at the time. 

 • use pre-made bath bombs, melts, and bubblers from Lush (although I’m sure one could use stuff like this from anywhere) based on the ingredients and names of the products. I’ve used Sex Bomb for a glamour and sex spell, Space Girl for glamour and deity exploration (I do a lot of glamours), etc. 

The practice of bath magic is great because we live in a society where bathing itself is so culturally charged to be reflective and purposeful. For that reason, it is also a great way to practice your craft that is not suspicious, or questioned by people you may live with. Even at their worst, taking long baths appears only over-indulgent. But I can live with that.

-C

“Stress Sex”

Request: Hey doll❤️ I’m so nervous about my upcoming exams tomorrow. Would you like to do a Bucky imagine form where you’re dating and you’re also really anxious about some tests and he tries to make you feel better and tries to calm you down but nothing seems to work. So he prepares the bedroom to give you a massage after he dragged you away from your work, but the massage slowly leads to something more intimate and Bucky makes the sex all about you with kisses, touches and things like that ? Thanks ❤️ - @tieddown-withbattleshipchains

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut

Word Count: 1229

A/N: this is the final request before i start my “Troop Leader” series. that taglist and my permanent are open


Originally posted by skywalkerr

You had been studying for hours. You went from the library at your University, to your small, shared apartment and you still had no idea what any of the material meant. With a loud sigh, you shoved your books away from you, and buried your head in the plethora of pillows surrounding you. You willed the tears not to fall, but they didn’t listen. Steady streams of salty, hot tears were leaving trails in their wake. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t pass this final. Lost in your thoughts, you failed to hear the hesitant knock on your bedroom door.

“Babe, maybe you should take a break. You’ve been at it for hours. You can go back to it after you relax and maybe eat.” You heard the soothing voice of your boyfriend, Bucky, come through the door. You pulled yourself off the floor and made your way to the door. When you opened it, you saw Bucky’s face fall.

“Oh, My Love, come here.” Bucky pulled you into a strong hug. He held you as you let out heartbreaking sobs. He felt so bad. He couldn’t explain the material to you, but he could help you relax.

He led you to the bed and laid down next to you. He pulled you into a spooning position and wrapped his strong arms around you. He was humming in your ear and stroking your hair with his cool metal hand. Your sobs had started to subside. Your breathing was still hard to get control of.

“Let me help you, My Love. You’re working yourself too hard. You need to take a break. Your test isn’t for a few days. You can take the rest of the night off and go back at it tomorrow. For now, just let me pamper you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his proposition, but you didn’t have time. You pulled yourself out of his embrace and sat yourself back on the floor.

“That’s sweet, Buck, but I have to study. My test might not be for e few days, but I need all the help I can get.” You were a stubborn one, and Bucky knew it. He was going to have to literally pull you away from your work.

“Fine, you leave me no choice. You’re coming with me.” He came and scooped you up bridal style. You tried to fight him, but he was so much stronger.

“I drew you a bath and you are going to take it. Then we are going to cuddle in bed for the rest of the night. No more work Your got it?” Bossy Bucky was coming out and you knew better than to argue.

“Yes, Sergeant.” You sighed out.

You quickly got undressed when he put you in the bathroom. He helped you into the tub. It was nice and warm. He had started to burn your favorite lavender scented candle. You hate to admit it, but this was nice. You really needed to relax.

Once you were ready to get out, Bucky wrapped you up in a towel and picked you up once again. You giggled like a girl in love. He was seriously cute. He made his way to the bedroom, and he meant to set you down to get you pajamas, but you didn’t let go. You pulled him into a soft kiss.

“I love you, Buck.” You whispered against his lips. you could feel his increasing smile when you said those words.

His hands were slowly roaming your body, and you felt his trapped erection against your bare core. He was peppering kisses along your neck and you were slowly rocking your hips against his. You let out a small moan at the much-needed friction.

He pulled away to discard himself of his clothing. You dropped your towel and made your way to the plethora of pillows at the head of your shared bed. Once he was fully naked, he climbed his way up to you, leaving small kisses in his wake. He stopped directly over your dripping core. His hot breath fanned the area. Your hips bucked, looking for release.

He moved his mouth to kiss at your thighs. He sucked and bit, leaving marks behind. He moved his face inward and dragged his tongue across your slit. You let out a surprised gasp. He made his way to suck on your outer lips. he knew how to make you moan for him.

He moved his way to your clit. His nose nudged the sensitive bundle of nerves. At this point, you were dripping. Before you could ask, he enclosed his lips around your clit and gave it a harsh suck. Your back arched painfully off the bed.

“just like that, baby! Yes!” you screamed out for him. He moaned and groaned. The vibrations were heaven against your sensitive core.

He started moving his tongue in and out of your entrance. You were on the brink of your orgasm when he pulled away. You whined and made grabby hands for him. He just laughed.

“relax baby, I want you to come around me.” He pulled himself up so he could align his throbbing cock with your core.

He was already a deep red and precum was dripping from his tip. He moved his dick up and down your pussy, coating himself in your wetness. With slow movements, he aligned with your entrance and pushed in. Your walls stretched to accommodate his length. He moaned when he was fully sheathed inside you.

Your hips bucked, telling him to move. He kept his pace slow, languid even. He was savoring every inch of you. You had one hand in his hair and one rested on his pert ass. It made him even harder when you squeezed him. His hands caressed your face and he was nibbling on your ear. You wrapped your legs around him so he could go even deeper inside you. He was still slow, but it was the perfect pace. You could feel every drag of his cock against your velvet walls. And it felt beautiful.

Your breathing started getting faster and you were becoming flushed. Bucky knew you were close. He propped himself up on his knees and thrust into you hard. You gasped out at his action. He moved his metal hand to your clit and rubbed small, fast circles. Just the way you like it.

“Bucky, baby, I’m gonna come!” you screamed out.

With one more thrust he had you coming around his cock. It took a few more thrusts for him to release his hot, thick seed inside you. You were completely blissed out. He pulled out slowly and went to grab a wash cloth to clean you both up. When the coarse fabric hit your aching core, you jumped a little. You were still sensitive to any small touch.

Bucky’s face was red and he looked just as blissed out as you. He put the washcloth in the laundry bin and got back in bed with you. He pulled the sheets up and brought you into his arms.

“I love you, Y/N. You need to learn to relax more.” He told you as he pulled up your Netflix.

“I’m feeling pretty relaxed right now.” You retorted sleepily. He heard him giggle and then you were fast asleep before he could even pick a show.  

Tags: @opaque-daydream @ursulaismymiddlename @betsy1066 @imagine-all-the-fandoms @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @pacifikaproudaotearoa @tieddown-withbattleshipchains

But those images in the bug have given me so many feelings!

Cn you imagine their daily patrols though? So fucking cute and domestic and normal??

just casually discussing mundane things as they drive around???

“Oh! Remind me that we need to put eggs on the shopping list.”

“I thought we picked those up last time?”

“Yeah but Henry had the last three this morning.”

“I don’t know where that lad puts it.”

“He’s a growing boy.”

“Aye. Growing a tapeworm by the sounds of it.”


“Did you give the hedge trimmer back to my dad?”

“Ah. I might have forgot.”

“”He’s going to need it back before Saturday.”

“Noted, love. Speaking of Saturday, has the lad spoken to you about that camping trip he was oh so determined to go on?”

“The school one? Yeah, I said he could go.”

“Splendid. i didn’t want to lend him my spyglass if he hadn’t cleared it with you first.”

“Look at you being all mister responsible.”


“We could go floor to ceiling with natural stone tile?”

“Sounds fancy.”

“I just really hate those steel taps we have.”

“Aye. That bath in there is rather garish. I put a vote in for that shower thing you showed me.”

“Which one?”

“The one on that pamphlet, with the water coming out of all corners?”

“You know we could probably fit a hot tub in…”

“Oh? I like where this is headed. Tell me more, love.”


“Swan! Pass me the siren!”

“What? why?!”

“I want to frighten Granny.”

“Are you insane?! She’ll kill you. Then me.”

“…… fair point.”


“You’d think he’d take an antihistamine or something.”

“Who?”

“Sneezy.”

“He’s faking it. The sneezing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I replaced the chocolate powder on his foamy coffee with pepper once. The git didn’t sneeze once. It’s all an act.”

“Oh my god- Killian you didn’t!”

“I bloody did. He was getting on my nerves. How am i supposed to enjoy my lunch with that spewing up beside me?”

“You can’t do things like that.”

“Try saying that again once you’re not laughing your head off.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it.”


“Killian! Siren!”

“What? You said-”

“It’s Leroy! Payback’s a bitch!”

“Now there’s the woman I love. Tell me when.”

Sex Bomb (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Request:  Yo can you make an imagine about buying the sex bathbomb and taking a bath with shawn that leads to some slow passionate sex ?

Word Count: 2,217

Sex Bomb

“Are you done yet, please?” Shawn whined at me.

I was holding another dress up in front of me, looking at myself in the mirror.

“Soon babe, I promise” I assured him.

He stuck his tongue out at me, obviously very annoyed with me. It just made me laugh, though. He was cute when he got frustrated. Shawn leaned against the wall in the store, doing his very best to let me know, he surely wasn’t happy with me.

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Manitowoc Herald-Times, Wisconsin, September 24, 1926

I guess I hate men.

I hate to get up at three o’clock in the morning to answer the telephone and have some male voice tell me, “Wrong number”.

I hate to get out of the bath tub to take a parcel from a delivery boy for the family next door who are not at home.

I hate male dancers with permanently waved hair.

I hate old men that dance with me and say, “What’s your ‘phone number girlie?”

I hate young men that say “Gracious, can’t you Charleston?”

I hate the landlord when he writes “Please remit”.

I hate the old school boy friend that says, “Let’s see, you’re one year older than I am”.

I hate the tailor when he says “My, but you’re putting on weight.”

I hate men that take me out to a supper club and then dance with all the chorus girls so that I have to go home with an uncle.

I have men that say, “Can you imagine me falling for a blonde”.

I KNOW I HATE MEN.

anonymous asked:

Soft fluff of the Chocobro's S/O helping them wind down after a long day of travel and the like? Lots of snuggling and light kisses.

A fluffy drabble to start your morning! Because who doesn’t love sweet little moments like these? Prompto x Reader ahead, and bubble bath shenanigans ensue. 

Tagging @iinkpools, because fluff. I’m purposely trying to make your life difficult, ha.

When Prompto came through your front door, you were sure he was going to collapse right at the threshold. He gave you a weak smile and leaned bodily against the frame, his eyes half lidded with exhaustion.

You ran towards him and caught him as he started to slip, checking him for injuries.

“M’fine,” he said, swatting your hands down as you lifted his shirt to check for scratches and cuts. “Been a long day.”

You frowned and let out a sigh. “Come on, babe,” you guided him over to the couch. You sat him down and moved to get him something to drink, but his arms hugged tightly around your middle stopped you in your tracks. He dragged you down to the couch with him, leaning forward so that he was lying halfway on top of you.

“Just wanna stay here,” he mumbled against the fabric of your shirt. You giggled and ran your fingers lovingly through his hair. When your hand came away covered in a light film of dirt, you frowned.

“Prom, you’re filthy. Come on, I’m running you a bath.”

“No,” he whined, curling up against you like a toddler. “Don’t wanna.”

“You love bath time,” you chided with a smile, gently smacking at his arms. “Come on, get up.”

He sighed dramatically and forced himself upright, a pout gracing his face. You gave him a quick peck, one that had him sputtering because he didn’t get to reciprocate, and hoisted him to to guide him to the bathroom.

You sat him on the toilet as you turned on the faucets, checking to make sure the temperature was right. You checked the cabinet under the sink for your epsom salts and some lavender-scented bubble bath soap, and soon the tub was filled with faintly purple bubbles, steam starting to gather on the mirror.

“Do you need me to help you undress?” you asked, putting the soap and salt back where you found it. You glanced over your shoulder to see that he was wiggling his eyebrows at you. “No funny stuff, mister. I can see it on your face, you’re too tired.”

Prompto frowned in silent agreement. Then, he perked up. “Join me?”

He gave you his best impression of a sad puppy dog, and you had a hard time keeping the grin off your face. You shed your clothes and he enthusiastically stripped down as well. You gestured for him to get into the bath first, and then you climbed in right after, seating yourself behind him.

Prompto let out a long breath, and leaned his back against your chest. You could feel the tense muscles unbundling and relaxing under his skin, and you ran your hands along his sides under the water.

Your lips found your way to the curve of his shoulder, kissing lines along the scattered freckles. He giggled when you found his ticklish spot, and you kept your mouth there, leaning against him as you closed your eyes. You felt his hands gently massaging your calves, and you leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek.

Prompto turned and captured your lips with his, pressing slow, chaste kisses there as you held him tighter against you.

He pulled away and lolled his head back so that it was resting against your shoulder, and you leaned back as well so you were lying against the back of the tub.

“This is nice,” he admitted, his eyes fluttering shut. “I missed you, you know.”

“I missed you too,” you breathed, kissing him again just below his ear. “Feel better?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. He moved his hand, and you looked at him curiously as he started playing with the bubbles in the tub. “Hey,” he turned to you, bubbles stuck to his face in what was meant to look like a long, white beard. “I’m Ramuh. Better look out, or I’ll smite you!”

Prompto made a noise like he was summoning lightning, pretending it was descending upon the still water of the tub. You deadpanned, and he wondered if he was being too childish, until you lifted your hand from around his waist and suddenly brought it back down on the surface of the water, splashing the both of you.

Water sloshed around, some of it spilling onto the floor, but Prompto’s laughter made it all worthwhile. Once his fit of giggles subsided, he leaned back against you and you both settled into a comfortable silence. It was so good to have him home.

Self love spell

You will need: 1 red or pink colored bathbomb (it can be mixed with other colors as well if you like) Take the bathbomb and put it in your tub that has water in it (it can still be running if you like) As the bathbomb dissolves in the water say mentally or outloud as many times as you want with these words or similar: “With the element of water i bring self love upon myself i love me for me no matter my flaws” When your done with the words enjoy your bath You can also light a candle and some incense if you like Have fun and be safe -imagine (formally known as garden)

Originally posted by cutie-stimm

Favorite thing

Genre: Fluff (Like really fluffy)

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Request:  one with TaeTae where his girl likes the rain so he takes her out to play in the rain and they get super wet and then they laugh and come home and take a warm bath 

Originally posted by rapgodv

On a day that Taehyung had finally gotten a break from work he could always be found indulging in his own hobbies as if he couldn’t get enough. The sound of him yelling at the other teammates could be heard from the few rooms away, where you stood. It had been a few hours and you were wondering if he was still wasting away on the computer, so you got up from your bed to go see him. 

“Come on, it can’t be that hard!” He yelled.

You peaked your head into the doorway but to no avail he still didn’t notice you. Letting out a small sigh you came over and plopped yourself down in the second desk chair next to him. Taehyung finally spared you a quick glance, now showing a smile on his face. 

“Hey babe, I thought you were taking a nap?” 

You resting your face against your hand as you watched him playing his game so intensely. 

“It’s a little hard when you’re so loud…I know you love Overwatch but don’t you think 5 hours is long enough?”

“Yeah-no, I was about to get off. I just need to finish this.” He said for about the fourth time. 

You ran your finger across the bed spread pondering what you could do to get him to spend a little more time with you. When he glanced over at you he thought you looked a bit sad, striking a cord with him. He hadn’t realized that you must have had something planned for this break, but little did he know you were just lost in thought. 

“Hey TaeTae?”

“Hmm?” 

“What’s your favorite thing in the whole world?”

He barely looked up from the computer screen before blurting out an answer. 

“Right now? Probably games. Why?”

You shrugged as if he was going to see it. There was no agenda behind the question but you did want to know that if there was anything you guys could do together. The answer he provided was a little less than helpful.

“I was just curious.” 

Taehyung knew the answer he gave wasn’t the right one when he took notice of the look on your face. He couldn’t figure out what you were up to.

“What’s your favorite thing?” He asked back.

“Hmm….Probably when it rains outside and everything feels really calm. Those kind of days are nice but it’s just cloudy today.” 

You heard the sound of his computer shutting down and you looked up, surprised to see him standing up from his desk. He set his headset down, finally facing you for more than 2 seconds now. 

“Then we should go outside.”

You pouted, wondering if he had really been in this room so long that not only was it not raining, it was also not the hottest day. 

“I told you it’s not even raining though.”

He let out a small laugh before taking your hand as he pretended to drag you along.

“Just come with me.”

“Fine.” You agreed, standing from the chair and walking outside with him. 

Taehyung looked up at the cloudy sky, making you wonder why he didn’t believe you in the first place. He also takes a look at the things around you both, searching for something in particular. 

“Close your eyes, Y/N.”

“What? Why?”

He giggled, “Just hurry and do it already.”

You already knew he was up to trouble but you did as he asked, covering your eyes with your hands. Hearing him walk past you a few times wasn’t that concerning until the feeling off something cold make you jump. It took you a few seconds to realize it was getting you wet so you quickly removed your hands, seeing the water coming down from the sky. Although his makeshift contraption with the hose was behind you, you instantly noticed he was trying to make it rain for you to make up for his amount of gaming. 

“Is this okay?” He questioned, standing in front of you as you both were now peppered in “raindrops”. 

You felt the corners of your mouth giving away the happiness you instantly felt.

“You’re such an idiot.” You giggled, pushing him playfully.

He couldn’t help but show off the goofy grin he had plastered on his face. Although you were both getting soaked, he didn’t seem to mind much. Before you could say anything he leaned his face so closely to yours you almost stopped breathing. Though you had been dating for a while it never got old, almost feeling that little jump of excitement before he kissed you. Plus being this close to him made you realize just how gorgeous he was and that he was completely yours no matter what. You really couldn’t have asked for a more thoughtful, sweet, and-

“Tag! You’re it!” Taehyung called out as he patted your arm instead of kissing you. 

-sometimes childish boyfriend. Still, you couldn’t ask for anyone better. 

“You’re so in trouble for that!” You ran after him, smiling. 

The two of you spent an absurd time chasing after each other around outside. Sometimes when he’d catch up to you, he’d pick you up as you screamed. As much as an annoyance to the neighbors you were probably being it never stopped you two when it came to playing around. Maybe that’s why you fit so well together. The boys also found it a bit embarrassing when the two of you would get so into something you never saw how loud you were being. Still, things like this felt like they were straight out of the movies, extremely cheesy but heartwarming at the same time.

Taehyung finally walked over to turn the hose off since the wind was making it way too cold for the two of you to keep playing out here. He saw your hands come up to each sides of you as you shivered. 

“Let’s get warmed up before you get sick, okay?”

You nodded, moving yourself under his arm. As you both stepped into the house, he quickly led you both to the bathroom. Taehyung picked up one of the towels from the side, placing it over your head. He looked down at you, a light smile staying put on his expression, as he set his hands on both sides of your head to try and dry off your hair. 

“Maybe we should just take a bath together? We were outside, afterall…” You suggested, hoping he’d agree. 

“Sure. Whatever you want.” He hummed, removing the towel from your head. 

“Lift up your arms for me.”

You looked up at him, lifting them up. Taehyung easily pulled your shirt off over your head, helping you get undressed after turning on the tub. 

“I swear sometimes you baby me.” You mumbled.

“It’s because you’re cute. Now come on, it’s almost full.”

You watched as he carefully stepped into the tub, extending his hand out to help you in. The room was already so warm from the steam but it was comfortable. You both got into the tub, you sitting between his legs so you could lean your head on his chest. There was a bit of a calming silence but it was soon broken after Taehyung started to smile once more.

“What is it?” 

“I’m sorry I spent this weekend without going out with you. I tried to make up for it so I hope today was okay. I changed my mind about something too.”

You gave your boyfriend a confused look as you snuggled up against him. “About what?”

“You’re my favorite thing in the whole world.” 

Good Girl Chapter 11

Warnings: Smut af, cussing, just a lot of sex ok

Notes: This chapter is wild, please lmk if you want to be added to the tag list! Thank you all for reading!

Word Count: 3072

Originally posted by marythenurse


The sound of water splashing against the bare tub filled the room. Negan took off his shirt, staring at his bare skin anxiously, he threw it beside the toilet. You met his gaze after staring at his body intently. Reading your face and emotions he was hesitant to brush your cheek with his rough hands.

“You don’t have to take a bath with me darlin’, I was just offering.” He spoke calmly attempting to put your worries at ease. Shaking your head, trying to shake your brain away from over thinking and responding to his statement.

“No, no I want to. It’s just..no one has seen me.. You know.. Naked before.” Your cheeks started to heat up, so you buried your face against your own shoulder.

“There’s no need to feel uncomfortable sweetheart, I won’t do anything unless you ask. Besides, you are the one who said you wanted to get to know each other more. What better way than to get fucking naked. Completely uncovered and exposed.” He smirked as he spoke, finishing it off with a laugh. You stuck your tongue out playfully.

“Okay, okay. Just give me a sec.” You stood up from the edge of the bath and exited the room, making sure to close the door behind you.

Fuck, fuck, shit, FUCK. Okay, it’s fine. Just be comfortable in your own skin. You’ve never been insecure before, just go in there and relax with your current best friend. It’s no big deal..right?

You shakily ran your fingers through your hair and began to pace in his room. The sound of the water turning off brought you back to reality. You could hear him slide into the bath and groan to himself.

HE’S FUCKING NAKED IN THERE!

Lightly smacking your cheeks in attempt to calm yourself down you came to your senses. Sliding your shirt over your head and throwing it on the floor, you started to undress yourself. You felt like it would be more awkward for Negan to watch this process so you did it on your own, not really in the mood to put on a flirtatious show like you normally would. After all, you were going to actually be naked in front of this man, this was serious business. Unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them off your legs, along with your underwear, and finally unbuckling your bra. You stood outside of the door naked and nervous as hell.

“Okay, I’m coming in. Don’t stare at me or make it awkward.” You loudly announced, cracking the door open.

“You’re the only one making it fucking awkward baby.”

Baby? He is really playing with my emotions right now.

You stepped into the bathroom, the cold floor against your feet. Negan laid in the tub staring at the ceiling. You couldn’t really see anything just yet from the angle you were standing at. Slowly tiptoeing to the bath, you grew more anxious. Negan tilted his head in your direction and took in your bare body. His eyes grew and his mouth slightly opened as if he were going to speak, but didn’t. You blushed heavily and dipped into the water, tangling your legs with his. The tub was large enough for the two of you, but still making it so you were touching bodies. He stared across the water in awe, not speaking, just taking in your appearance. Making little effort to hide the fact he was staring at you hungrily.

“Say something.” You said shifting awkwardly.

“You have me at a loss for words. It takes a lot to shut a man up who loves to fucking talk.” He stared into you, but you couldn’t tell how he was feeling. Still, you smiled at his words, unable to contain yourself.

“So are you going to tell me why you were so pissed today?” You changed the subject, not knowing what else to say.

“Some asshole shot Lucille, trying to kill me! After all I’ve fucking done for Rick and his shitty group, she put a bullet through my lovely lady.” You scoffed at his words and could barely contain yourself from bursting into laughter.

“You do realize you killed 2 very important people from his group right?” You raised an eyebrow at how delusional he was. He sat up against the wall and splashed himself with a handful of water. You watched as it streamed down his chest, down to his-

“4. After today I’ve killed 4 of their people. But if you can recall, they fucking blew up a dozen of my men. So it’s fair fucking play.” He didn’t notice you watching him, because he was too busy staring at you. You were growing more comfortable under his gaze, it was actually kind of nice to be so unguarded around someone, so bare.

“I guess you’re right.” You agreed. Cupping the water, you rinsed your shoulders with water and couldn’t help but stare at his body hidden beneath the water. He was large, which was no surprise to you, but it still slightly took you off guard. Worried he would catch you, you moved your eyes to his face. Which, he was washing with water.

“How was it though? Me being gone, what did you do?” He muffled into his hands as he cleaned himself.

“I was usually at the garden, with the kids. Or here in your room, filling in for you by attempting to act like you.” You laughed to yourself at the thought of it. He laughed along with you.

“Act like me? How the fuck did you do that?” His voice filled with curiosity.

“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.” You teased.

“No seriously, I’m fucking dying to know.” Laughing to himself.

“Making dirty jokes, degrading the people around me, ruining lives, you know the usual.” You tried to keep a straight face but failed when Negan’s nearly dropped to the floor in shock. At that point you started crying of laughter.

“Shit! Am I really that fucking bad!” He laughed along with you as you nodded in response. Unable to speak due to your overwhelming laugh.

“Wow, but I’m nice to you right?” He asked

“Yeah, especially when your try to strangle me to death with Lucille.” Sarcastically answering, still dragging out the joke.

“No really, I want to make sure I’m nice to you.” His voice was more sincere now, bringing you back to a more serious vibe.

“Yeah you are most of the time. Why?” Wiping away the last of your ‘happy’ tears.

“Because I’d like to keep you around. That’s all.” His expression grew warm, as if expressing content.

“Keep me around huh? Just admit it, you like me.”

“I have no problem admitting that sweetheart. You’re the one who fucking shuts people out and hides your real feelings.”

Wow..he just described my entire life

“I know, I don’t mean to though. I just really suck at showing emotions and all that.” You admitted truthfully.

He nodded in understanding. “We’ll work on it.”

“Let’s start now.” You spit out the words without even thinking, but being around Negan without him touching you, holding you, it was growing to be unbearable.

“Okay, lead the way baby.” His expression was growing to be more dark. He knew how to lure you into him.

“Touch me.” You said the words, knowing he wouldn’t do anything to you unless you asked. So you granted him permission to do whatever he wanted with those two words.  Slowly moving his hand towards you, he grazed up your arm and grasped just above your elbow. Pulling you into him, you were now sitting on your knees between his legs and staring at him intently. Your chest began to rise and fall more quickly as he stared into you deeply. Moving his hand to your face he drew you into a soft kiss. It started off with hesitant pecks, before growing into open mouthed kisses as the two of you grew more impatient. His hands moved to your breast, squeezing them lightly, causing you to hum into his mouth. Your hands trailed down his chest to hip bones and then his cock. He shuddered against your touch before pulling away from the kiss, causing you to pout.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, clearly out of breath from the kiss. You nodded in response, impatient due to the lack of physical contact.

“Okay, then let’s make your first time more comfortable.” At that he stood up in front of you, water harshly falling from his body and splashing in the tub. You fell back slightly since his dick nearly rested on your face. He pulled you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, walking into his bedroom. You sucked onto his neck showing how badly you wanted him, he groaned at your touch and threw you on the bed. You sat up on your elbows and stared hungrily at his body. His eyes scanned over yours yearning for you, as he stood at the edge of the bed.

“If you feel uncomfortable just tell me to stop and I will, okay?” You nodded quickly and impatiently sat up and grabbed on to his arm. He leaned over you and took both of your wrist into his hand, placing them above your hand and holding them there.

“Let me do the work.” He whispered into your ear, causing you to practically melt against him. He planted a kiss against your lips and moved down your body. Against your neck, collarbones, and then moving to your breasts. The hand holding your wrist moved to your throat and grasped lightly. Leaving kisses against each breast, he nibbled against them as you arched against his touch. Biting hard enough to leave a mark, but not enough to spark pain. When he bit your nipple you nearly lost it, but the tease he is, he moved lower. Leaving kisses and marking his territory against your stomach. You gazed down to watch him move against you, just for him to match your eyes. He looked at you with pure lust as he continued to move down your stomach and watch you hum with pleasure. As soon as he reach your clit you threw your hands into his hair. He teased you a bit by moving to your inner thighs, leaving marks to trace later. You whined in protest, dying to feel him under you, putting in work. He laughed against your skin, making you jump as the hot air brushed against you. His tongue swiped your clit as he started to make out with your throbbing spot. You let out a cry as he continued to eat you out, arching against his face. Negan slowly took in your body, making sure there wasn’t a single area on your vag left untouched. He inserted a finger, and then another, inside of you. Preparing you for him later. As he continued to suck on you and arch his fingers within you, you could feel a wave of heat arise in the pit of your stomach.

“Negan..fuck..” You moaned lightly, unable to contain yourself as you threw your head back against the bed.

“First of many..” He said against your clit. He then sucked harder and twisted his fingers inside of you, causing your to hit the peak of pleasure. You moaned loudly, pulling roughly on his hair, squirming against him in attempt to move away. But he wasn’t letting you off the easy, he planned on continuing to eat you out through your orgasm. So with one swift motion he grabbed your wrists again and pinned them to the side as he continued to pleasure you. Arching against the bed you moaned over and over again as the pleasure grew unbearable. He threw his head up and moved a hand to your throat once again, gripping you, owning every inch of your body. He smashed his lips against you, forcing you to taste yourself on his mouth. Negan pulled against your bottom lip with his teeth before indulging back into the kiss. You could feel his dick rub against your entrance as he moved further against you, you moaned at the feeling. Pulling away, he once again examined your body with a lustful smirk. Placing a hand against your waist, he twisted you around and put you on your knees for him as he stared at your body from behind. He mumbled curse words to himself as he admired the view. You whipped your hair out of your face and arched against him. His rough hands moved all over your body, claiming all of the untouched places. His fingers lightly traced your spine, sending a shiver through your body. He took a handful of your hair and pulled you into him as he leaned forward, tilting his face into the crook of your neck and sucking on your skin. Rubbing against him he chuckled against your skin at your impatience. Pulling away and gripping on your ass he spoke,

“Do you trust me?” He calmly asked. You hummed in response, granting him access.

“It’s going to fucking hurt, so if you want me to-”

“Just fucking do it.” You said clearly dying to feel him inside of you, knowing the pain that awaited. With your response he didn’t hesitate. Pushing against your entrance, you could tell it was going to take time to get inside due to your virginity, but somehow he managed, and when he did a sharp, painful sting started to rise beneath you. Almost in sync you both got a struggled “fuck.” out. Except his was filled with pleasure and yours with pain. He slowly slid fully in, you gripped onto the bed sheets and squeezed your eyes shut while holding your breath. When he finally reached the limit of his long member, he gave you time to adjust. You let out a choked gasp as the pain reached it’s peak. Breathing in broken breaths you moved your hair out of your face and put on a brave look.

“Okay?” He asked, noticing your noises and knuckles as they grew white against the sheets.

“Fuck..yeah.” You attempted to keep a leveled tone. Negan slowly pulled back and thrusted into you, creating a slow rhythm. The pain slowly turned into pleasure, Negan recognized this as your moans grew more frequent. Taking this into consideration, he picked up the pace and grasped onto your hips for stability. His moans created an additional pleasure, knowing such a powerful man was melting because of your body made your confidence grow. So you arched your back even more to give easier access to your g spot, as well as giving Negan a better angle to move into.

“Shit sweetheart, you’re growing to be quite the freak.” Negan managed to speak through moans and gruffs. The new position caused Negan to hit your spot over and over again, he increased his paced and roughness at the sounds of your moans. You could feel yourself reaching the peak, pressing your face into the bed at the new angle. Negan, again grabbed your hair and moved your face up.

“Don’t be shy baby, let me hear you.” He lowly demanded and you agreed. The heat in your lower stomach grew and your walls tightened around negan, causing him to moan between clenched teeth. You reached your peak, letting out curses and moans. Negan continued to ride through the orgasm and finished at the feeling of you trembling against him. Attempting to catch your breath, he slowly pulled out and fell beside you on the bed.

“Fuck, doll.” He admired your face, which had hair stuck to it due to your sweat. Both of your chests moved up and down at a rapid pace. All you could do was let out an airy laugh due to your exhaustion.

“Shit, we better take a shower and clean ourselves up before we hit the sack.” He managed to push himself off of the bed, even with his fatigue, and moved to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and washed his face before returning to the room to get you. You were already half asleep with your eyes closed and face pressed against the mattress.

“Hey sleepy head, cmon.” He poked your cheek and brushed the hair from your face. And you groaned while pushing yourself up. Negan grabbed your hand and slowly pulled you from the bed and into the bathroom. Testing the water, you dipped your foot beneath the nozzle and stepped into the tub. The water fell against your back as Negan stepped in front of you, starting down at your face. Eyes closed, you rinsed your body off and ran your hands through your hair. Negan rubbed the soap upon his body before turning you around and lending you a hand as well. The shower stayed silent and peaceful as the two of you washed the other. Occasionally you would tip toe and press into Negan, placing your lips on his. Turning off the water when the two of you were satisfied, towels awaited in the closet beside the sink. Still quite tired you slowly got dressed in the other room, putting on one of Negan’s white t-shirts and a pair of your own gym shorts. Negan got dressed beside you, not hiding the fact he was closely watching you. A sudden pattern of knocks sounded from Negan’s door, causing you to jump and Negan looking up in confusion.

“Negan? It’s Amber.” Her soft voice could be heard on the other side of the locked door. Your cheeks grew red in embarrassment, as well as many other overwhelming emotions. You had completely forgotten about his group of wives, just the thought of them..and him.. It disgusted you. Negan could read the emotions on your face, you avoided eye contact as you walked to the door.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” You retorted, shoving past him as he reached for you.

“Wait, just wait.” Negan followed behind you, but you quickly opened the door for Amber, frightening her at the quick swing of the door.

“Oh, hey-” She started to speak to you.

“Fuck you.” The words came out before you even realized it. Negan hands attempted to grab onto your shirt, but you slipped away and left him and Amber in the doorway.

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Friday
R: “- Good evening, sweet lady. It’s 8 pm and you look beautiful! …and you have a hot tub in front of your house… or trailer?”
M: “- I like to take baths, sue me. You came in a limousine?… why am I not surprised…”
R: “- Let’s see, your shoes are really cute but I have these with me, would you mind putting them on?”
M: “- Wait, what!?  …Please tell me this is not a fetish thing, because if it’s…”
R: “- Just trust me. *wide smile*
M: *murmurs* “howdidyouevenknowmysize...”

M: “- So where are we going?”
R: “- You’ll see when we get there…”

M: “- Oh, what is this place? It looks amazing!”

Doctor: what seems to be the problem?

Me: I’ve got a bad knee bad ankle poor vision broken glasses stiff neck counterfeit dentures… fin rot, jaywalking, bad attitude, bad posts, bad memory (retrieval not storage), poor constitution, weak knuckles illegal sidearm no drivers license, I need a new toothbrush I’m always out of paper towels my roommate won’t let me put a bath mat in front of the tub floors wet, haven’t mowed the lawn in like 2 years (afraid I’m gonna forget how), segmented vision webbed feet ‘soft nose cartilage’ whatever that means, I’ve got blurred vision double vision prophetic vision and laser vision and I don’t have insurance and I have buckled hoof (and hoofed buckle)

back pains

genre: fluffy scenario

characters: boyfriend!jungkook x pregnant!reader 

600+ words 

You groaned loudly, trying to rub a knot that was forming in your lower back. You were currently in a warm bubble bath trying your hardest to soak away the intense pregnancy pain you’d been feeling all day. You were only a few months in and though your stomach wasn’t as big as others you’d seen, you still felt the soreness throughout your body. You let a soft sigh escape your lips before closing your eyes and trying your best to ignore the aching pain. It wasn’t long before you were groaning louder than before as the pain seemed to only become worse. 

You heard loud footsteps dashing up the stairs and through the hall before the bathroom door was forced open.

“Hey, everything okay?” Your worried boyfriend, Jungkook frantically asked while inching closer to the tub. You were almost completely submerged now, every part of your body covered by bubbles. You sighed, tilting your head up to meet his worried expression. 

“I’m fine…I’m just really sore, my back is killing me.” Jungkook frowned as you arose from the tub and wrapped your towel tightly around your figure, realizing the warm bath was doing nothing for you. He reached his hand into the tub and pulled up the drain for you while you retreated into your shared bedroom to put on some comfortable clothes. You considered your options and figured it was best for you to simply sleep it off. 

Jungkook slipped into the room just as you had pulled out a pair of your favorite silk pajamas from the drawer. “Let me help you baby.” He took the clothes from your hands before helping you slip on the light pink pajama pants. He sat you down on the bed then slipped the matching camisole over your head but not before placing a sweet kiss to your stomach. 

You smiled, the sweet gesture momentarily blocking the pain from your mind. “You’re so sweet” you whispered, taking his head in your hands and giving him a peck on his lips. 

 “It’s the least I can do for you,” he replied, placing his hands over your tummy gently. You two remained in that position for what seemed like a while, staring into each other’s eyes while he rubbed your stomach gently. It was only when you felt the pain returning to your lower back that you broke away from him, placing your hand over his. 

“I think I’m gonna take a nap, my back isn’t feeling any better…” 

Jungkook nodded, a frown still prominent on his face. “Alright baby.” He helped you settle into bed, tucking you in and kissing your forehead. “Let me know if you need anything.” He turned to leave but your arm shot out, gripping his wrist. 

“Stay. Lay with me for a little while, please.” He smiled and nodded before sliding in behind you, his hands rubbing your shoulders. You let out a soft moan, feeling the ache in your body lighten up. 

“Want me to give you a massage?” Jungkook asked, both his hands dropping down to your back in the same spot the knot that had been bothering you happened to be. You nodded quickly, your body instantly leaning into his touch. He chuckled before using his fingers to knead into your skin, pecking your bare shoulder every now and then causing you to smile and giggle. “Is it helping?”

“Yes, it feels great” you confirmed, releasing a happy sigh to help prove your point. 

“Good.” He continued working his fingers up and down your back until he felt his hands growing tired. He stopped and heard no signs of protest from you, figuring the pain had gone away. He chuckled once he heard soft, light breaths leaving your mouth indicating you were fast asleep. He kissed your cheek once more and covered you both up with your favorite blanket, wrapping his arm around your figure. “I love you” he whispered before closing his eyes and falling asleep as well.

Always a Bridesmaid 8/?

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                                          Chapter 8: I Want You

Felicity must have dozed off a little on the cab ride home but woke when the cab stopped. She looked out the window to see a two-story house with a wraparound deck. It actually looked something like her dream house. “Oliver this isn’t the hotel.”

“No,” he smiled. “You said take me home. So, I did. This is my home.” He paid the cab driver and hopped out to open the door for Felicity. She stumbled out half asleep and looked at the house through the light of the street lamps.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Let’s go in.” Oliver took her hand began leading Felicity to the front door.

The walked up a few steps to the wrap around patio. He unlocked the door and led her inside. “Would you like a tour?”

Felicity yawned.

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Guardian Angel Bonus #4

olicity || ao3 || gen || fluff || 6748 || more fics

summary: Oliver finds a half asleep Felicity in an elevator with a newborn // Oliver has to take care of a sick Dani in quarantine to keep a pregnant Felicity away from germs and illness.
word count: 1492
a/n: not a prompt… i’ve just been thinking about this idea for awhile and [shrugs] my brain can be fluffy sometimes I swear. (actually y’all wouldn’t believe what’s happening in the chapter of trust me i’m working on) but anyway…


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“Itchy,” Danica whined.

“I know, baby,” he said quietly as he rubbed her back.

He wanted to smack whatever parent allowed their sick child to run around an indoor playground, touching and infecting every piece of plastic in the place. The entire place had to be shut down and sanitized to the fullest extent because of an outbreak of chickenpox. He was just happy that Felicity hadn’t been there with them. She’d never had chickenpox and neither of them wanted to find out what would happen if she got them while pregnant.

So, here he was, in the apartment with Danica while his wife stayed with his mother-in-law until the little one was better. He was trying hard not to be mad, but it was difficult when his baby girl was suffering.

She coughed and nuzzled into his chest, “It’s okay,” he kissed the top of her head, “You know, daddy got chickenpox when he was little too.”

Danica tilted her head up to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

“My best friend caught them and then he came over to my house. He got his gross germs all over me and my sister,” he crinkled up his nose, making her giggle, “I was covered in itchy red spots just like you, but back then my mom put me and Thea into an oatmeal bath.”

“Oatmeal?” the three year old made a face.

“I know you hate eating it, but you don’t have to eat it just sit in it.”

“Ew,” she whined.

“It’ll make the itchy stop.”

She let out the most dramatic sigh, “Okay.”

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Part 31 - Popped

Down the Voltage Rabbit Hole is an ongoing story about our MC, who could easily be anyone in voltage fandom. She woke up in hospital bed only to discover that she’d somehow been transported Voltage universe.

This story is ongoing, so if you missed a part, or are new to the story, please use the links below to catch yourself up:

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Part 31 - Popped

I showed up at Revance’s doorstep looking like something that had crawled out of the sewer. Without an umbrella, the rain had soaked to the bone, and my hair was plastered to my forehead while being simultaneously frizzy thanks to the residual humidity.

My eyes were still puffy and swollen, and it’s safe to say that I was still in a fragile emotional state as I rang their intercom.

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Shush

You and the Joker decide to have some fun before wrecking havoc on Gotham again. With a game called shush, you and your pudding share one last sweet moment together before wrecking terror over Gotham once again, it’s been too quiet, and here’s to the start of chaos all over again

Warning: Smutty as hell, Knife Play, Rough Sex, Language not kiddie friendly

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I sit on our shared bed, reading up on the latest crimes in Gotham. Me and my Puddin hadn’t done very much lately. After he broke me out of prison, he said he just wanted to lay low. Of course I didn’t mind, more time for just me and my Puddin to be together.
He walked into the room, at first paying me no attention. I pout but decide to give it a second before acting on it. He walks into the bathroom and I hear the bath tub come on. A few moments later my Puddin walks out with only his briefs hanging at his hips. He stands waiting for acknowledgment.
“Hi, Puddin”, he half smiles at me and lifts his hand moving his index and middle fingers back and forth in a come here motion. I get up and slowly advance over to him. The height difference would seem frightening to anyone else standing next to the joker at my height, but not me. Not with my Puddin. He pulls me against him forcibly but the impact is slowed to be soft. “I’ve missed you, my beautiful princess” he whispers by my ear. I smile, my hands against his chest. “I’ve missed you too, Mistah J”. He kisses my neck softly, his hands settling around my hips. I drape my arms around his neck, titling my head to the side, giving him more room. He stops and I stop myself from protesting.
He pulls me into the the bathroom. After breaking me out of prison, he had a new home all set up for the two of us. The bathtub was grand, big enough for more than two people but the perfect depth for a tub all the same. With the tub a little over half way full he pours in a bottle of bubble bath. The smell is intoxicating. Like strawberries and a hint of chemicals, mesmerizing. He looks me up and down and I get the message, slowly unbuttoning my flannel and discarding it, then putting my thumbs in the band of my lace panties I pull them off as well, never breaking eye contact with the joker.
“Oh so very pretty” he says looking me over, “pretty”, now he’s right in front of me “pretty” his hands grab my breast firmly “pretty” flicking my hard nipples “pretty” as he runs his hands down my hips, leaning in by my ear “mine” he whispers as he presses my clit with his thumb his other fingers around my now dripping center. I can’t help but moan, feeling his cock twitch against me through his briefs.
He backs away and pulls off his briefs. Stopping the water flow and stepping into the tub, he puts out a hand for me to join him. I step into the tub, feeling the water burn me,adding to the swirl of pleasure I already feel. We sink down into the water, soap encasing around the both of us. I take a moment to look at how beautiful he has set the place up. Candles scatter the bathroom, the light on the dimmest setting possible. So much effort had went into our times together lately. I cherished it, for I knew eventually we would have to get back to being the King and Queen of crime and he would go back to the tough maniacal façade he often wore. He seemed to hear my train of thought, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my neck ever so lightly. I moan, low and quiet, faint.
"You’re so beautiful, I had to have sometime to ourselves before getting back into the crime scene” he says. “I know Puddin” I press my back against his chest. He washes me off and me him. We exit the tub and step into the shower to wash off the suds. Suddenly he grabs my throat, backing me against the glass door. I moan lightly. “Now my princess, that we have had our sweet time, it’s time for some fun.” Starting to laugh manically, I join in. He yanks me out the shower and throws me over his shoulder, spanking my ass. I yelp knowing his hand will be left on my pale skin and loving the image of it. He throws me on the bed, and walks to grab a few of his toys. He comes back with 2 knives, one blunt and one sharp, two ropes and small vibrator. "Time for fun and games princess ”. I feel myself growing wetter at the thought of his future ministrations. “I love when we play games Mistah J” I say seductively.
He takes the ropes and ties my wrists up to the headboard. Taking the blunt knife he positions it between my breasts, I feel the coolness of the blade. He applies pressure and drags it down, causing a small line of blood to appear down my chest, I moan at the feeling. “Now let’s play a game of Shush, you know the rules cupcake, you moan, you get a cut, three cuts and you get no more pleasure” I nod looking in his green eyes “Okay Mistah J”.
"Good then let’s begin” he places the little vibrator against my clit, waves of pleasuring being jumped to course through my body, I tense but don’t utter a sound. He smirks. “We’ll play to 5 rounds today, you make it to round five and have my permission to explode as soon as I say Let Daddy Hear His Princess ” I nod once again. "You’ve made it through round one but that’s always the easiest, time for round two” he leaves the vibrator against my clit and picks the blunt knife back up, cutting little marks in me, my back arches into the blade, trying not to moan I smirk. "Paint your canvas Mistah J” he grins and presses the knife deeper, my mouth opens into a soundless moan. His grin stretches wider. “Cmon now princess, it only gets harder from here”.

I bite my lip, “round 3” he breathes softly putting the knife down and putting two fingers at my entrance, on contact I draw my breath in quickly. He pushed them in and it takes everything in me not to moan, but it’s not enough. I moan loudly and he stops, without a word he picks up the sharp knife and slices 1/3 around the front of my neck. My mouth opens, my mind mixed with pleasure and pain and not sure how to receive either. It’s a cut not deep enough to be fatal but enough to cause enough pain and shed of blood. He roughly inserts his two fingers again, pumping them in and out , I see the lust pooled in his now deep green eyes. The image alone makes me want to explode but I have to hold on for my Puddin. He continues for a few then slows to a stop.

“Four” he says, his tongue coming out to lick my clit. Another breathless moan. His tongue dips into my pussy, caressing my soft walls. Pulling out and licking my clit, he shoves 3 fingers in as he grips my clit with his lips. I can’t help it, i moan again, louder than the first. He peers up and grabs the knife looking directly at me, another cut, a little past halfway around my neck.

More pain and more pleasure. I can’t ruin this, I have to hold on. He shoves the 3 fingers back in and laps at my clit hungrily, my whole body tenses and I almost moan but I hold it.

“Good girl, round five” he removes his hand and before I have a chance to realize what’s going on, he rams his now fully hard cock into me. My mouth shoots open but it’s so much pleasure no sound comes out. I’m relieved. My back arches pushing further into him.

“You like that huh, don’t you? Being my filthy little pet” he grunts fucking me slow but deep, I can feel my orgasm building but it feels so good I dare not ruin it.

He puts his hand against my throat cutting off my breaths, I can feel the full blade scraping my side as he cuts me. It’s all so much, I’m quiet and tense, my body screaming for release. As if on queue he tosses the blade to the side and picks up the sharp blade.

He holds it above me with both hands and brings it down, midair changing direction to slice the rope holding my left wrist, he does the same to the right one and I fall completely back onto the bed. He starts to fuck me faster , leaning down, his lips so close to mine I can feel his breath. I bite my lip not trying to moan, with everything in me. My arms wrapping around his neck.

“Now let daddy hear his princess”, I only need to hear those few words and I’m moaning so loudly I question if people outside the warehouse can hear me. I decide I don’t care. My juices flow over him as he fucks me, my orgasm prolonging as he continues, I hear him grunt, feel him start to tense.

His strokes become slow and hard again. He’s cumming and I’m holding the back of his neck as we begin to kiss. He falls on top of me, my arms wrapped around him.

“love you Puddin ”

“I love you too Princess”

He rolls over and pulls me on top of him. “We’ve let the amateurs have their fun, now it’s time to remind Gotham why we are the king and Queen clowns of crime and let terror reign once again”.

I nod with a evil grin and we both start to share a maniacal laugh.

Hope you haven’t gotten to comfortable batty, we’re back, and mayhem is coming for Gotham.

oncebittcn  asked:

OK friend, I'm obviously biased here, but in your opinion, out of all the unluckier characters, who least deserved their fate?

I’m slow and useless and this may have made me tear up to think about on a couple occasions so thanks for that! This one was really hard for me to consider. I even had to rewatch a few scenes to help with my decision! I should add that I had to consider their previous actions leading up to where they were, their immediate actions before their fate, if they are relevant. Lastly, I had to consider the type of fate and how it compares to their actions.

We can all pretty much agree that most of Katie’s characters are quite tragic in some way. So let’s list those to consider with the unluckiest of fates. We’ve got Harriet, Lucy, Morgana, Oriane and Zara. My poor bbys.

Harriet Chambers

Originally posted by gr8stoneddragon

Harriet did not have a ton of development but I still had enough to work with. In a previous analysis, I mentioned how Harriet was definitely guilty of bullying Kenneth. Even though she was acting out in defense of her friend, it still wasn’t the way to handle the situation. Although it was unintentional, she was part of the reason Kenneth had his seizure and ended up in a coma. Whoops. DJ Harriet, cut the strobes please. Harriet did not argue much and was part of the group the stood by and agreed it would be best to leave Kenneth on the side of the road, outside the ER to save her own ass. Down the line, she showed only a little hesitation and remorse when she became of aware of Kenneth’s status and yet still decided it was best not to become clean. I can fully understand that she was trying to protect herself, her education, her status and her future career, but leaving someone to die because “Nobody gave a rats ass,” yeah, not cool. I think Harriet definitely deserved to be punished for her actions. However, how she died was horrid and completely unnecessary. That she did not deserve. Sigh… a moment of silence for our beautiful Irish doctor… thank you. Now let us move on.

Lucy Westenra

Originally posted by madqirl

Can I ever type or say that name without feeling like I’m being hit by a freight train?!?! Maybe some day. Today is not that day. Lucy had a pretty rough time. I mean her sole purpose in this show was to suffer and make us cry with her. It worked. Well done, Katie. When this all started, Lucy was simply a young girl in love that could do no wrong. As time went on, and we started to learn more about her, her internal struggles with her life and self became so clear. She was basically living a life that was chosen for her and she was happy with very little of it. Despite her feelings for Mina and jealousy toward Harker, Lucy still played her part as the best friend and was constantly there for Mina (although she did take a deserved jab at Harker on occasion).

Again, let us consider Lucy’s actions that led to her fate. After being hurt and rejected by the woman she loved, she seduced Harker after being convinced that Mina deserved to understand the pain of being hurt by someone she loved. She came to this decision and was coached by Lady Jayne. After going through with it, she felt terrible for what she did and confessed her actions to Mina out of guilt. Mina’s understandable reaction caused Lucy to feel even worse and it showed. While contemplating herself and everything that had unfolded, she was suddenly attacked by a livid Grayson. That sad look in her eyes will always kills me. Grayson told Lucy that if she insisted on behaving like a monster, he would make her into one, and he turned her. That meant that Lucy was doomed to live the harsh, cruel life of a vampire, but must also live eternally with the guilt of how she hurt Mina and the sorrow of not being loved in return. That is to assume that she and Mina never made amends (I think they would have eventually). Truly, I think Grayson needs to chill the hell out because that is a very harsh punishment for a mistake that a very trusting and naive Lucy made when she was in pain.

Lucy’s fate turned out to be incredibly tragic and was somewhat treated as one. However, Grayson’s words and reaction were intended to make us believe that she deserved what he gave her. Didn’t work, Grayson. You’re just rude and rash. Let us mourn our poor bby gay Vampire!Lucy. We could have had it all!

Morgana Pendragon

Originally posted by fan-imagines

I won’t let myself get into everything that led to Morgana becoming evil. A lot of you already sat and cried with me through that. Now I need to focus on her actions after she became evil. I need to focus on what she did after becoming a powerful, dark, magical presence. In season 4, we know that Morgana had come into her own as a sorceress. She no longer had Uther directly abusing her or Morgause manipulating her. She still had Merlin being dishonest with her, but part of me thinks by this point it would have been too late. That is especially so by season 5. As much as I loathe to admit, we have to consider the fact that all the decisions she made after becoming as powerful as she was were her own. All of the hell that rained on Camelot was her doing and hers alone. She no longer had Morgause whispering in her ear or pulling the strings. Morgana still, however, suffered a lot over the final 4 years of her life. Her anger and hatred for all of those against magic, and her drive for revenge only grew after being imprisoned and tortured for 3 years. After three years, I feel like the need to make those that wronged her suffer and bleed was greater than her original desire to take the throne to ensure people like her would live in peace.

When she finally had the opportunity to try and ensure her victory over Arthur and Camelot, events unfolded that caused her rage to fully consume her. Sadly, she became sloppy, no longer being “old friends” with patience. Part of her was even a little arrogant when she went out to finish the job and get her revenge. Finally, in that fateful moment she was vindictive to the very end. She knew her brother was doomed, “Don’t worry dear brother, I won’t let you die alone. I will stay and watch over you.” She could have left it there… however… “Until the wolves gorge on your carcass and bathe in your blood.” WHOA! Way to send off the one man that was always there for you before your fates forked off. Sad face! She also made the terrible mistake of underestimating Merlin. Again, this would have never happened if she knew the truth. I think a final showdown between these two was an opportunity missed. I would like to petition for a re-write.

Merlin was right to blame himself but was also right in saying the bloodshed had to end. At that point, what other way could there have been? Morgana went through so much pain in her life and we will never get over that. But objectively speaking, she caused a lot of pain as well. Even if she felt her actions were justified, even though there were some earlier times where she wasn’t always happy with her actions, she let her arrogance, rage, and need for vengeance take over. She did deserve punishment, and part of me will say that her actions immediately before her fate led to it. But I will never think her death was fair. Long live the Queen.

Oriane Congost

Originally posted by ajfflsqhtpdy

Pfffft! Oriane… I just… Wow. Much less conflicted with her. I once said, that I always try to find a way to sympathize with characters. Katie and my thoughts of what Oriane most likely experienced prior to the narrative made it a little easier to sympathize with her. But… that doesn’t stop the fact that she was terrible! Just terrible!! She treated her younger sister with undeserved disdain, simply because she felt Alais was “the favorite.” She manipulated literally everyone she came into contact with in the series. She killed her father with poison and had some lovely words for him on his death bed, “The agony you’re feeling is my hatred twisting in your guts like a serpent. I know you’re not my real father. But your death alone with not satisfy me. Alais will suffer for your sins.” Damn.

Following that heartwarming moment, she held her niece (a toddler) hostage and put a blade to her throat, and she tried to kill her sister. Pretty much every bad thing that unfolded in the final moment in that cave were of her doing. Big old blood bath and Oriane was lighting the candles, setting the mood, and filling the tub. Yeah, I would say she deserved what happened to her. Sorry Ori. Don’t hate me. And please don’t stab me!

Zara Young

Originally posted by xrosheen

I think all of us agree that poor, sweet Zara did not deserve what happened to her. I mean, literally all she did was show up for work that day. Zara had some extra responsibility thrown her way in the form of two kids. Sure, she lost track of them after they ran off, but I will always state that is not relevant to what happened to her. I still don’t believe that people out there make that argument. Get outta here!

Realistically speaking, Zara was simply a casualty of the chaos. However, she had the most gruesome death in the movie. It was torture! Getting picked up, fought over, dropped, dunked, picked pack up, dunked again, picked back up and then gone. Whyyyyy was that necessary? I mean other than showing off that Katie is a badass that does her own stunts and letting her live out what is most likely one of her top geek out moments. But why!? I will say, that you know, being aware of the things that have happened with Jurassic Park, Zara, love, maybe it wasn’t the best job to take? Let us say goodbye, to Zara Young, Jurassic World Employee of the Year. She will be missed.

Verdict

Right so the verdict then! Who do I think was the least deserving of what happened to them. This was hard. Like really hard. I have a feeling some of you will hate me for my choice, but it is my final answer! I’ve been battling this for hours people!

WINNER: LUCY WESTENRA

Originally posted by savishenka

Again, Lucy literally existed in this telling of Dracula to be sad, suffering, pining, cast aside and technically killed. I am a bit of a romantic at times, and all I could think was how badly I just wanted Lucy to be happy with someone that deserved her affections and gave her the world. Seeing her go through the emotional turmoil that she did, while still trying to keep a brave and sassy front was hard. She was not driven by hate or revenge, she simply was young, naive, inexperienced and hurting. Yet she was viewed as a monster. That just doesn’t sit with me.

For those that want to kill me for not choosing them, Zara was my runner up! Followed by Morgana. Please direct hate mail here.

Thanks for the ask, friend! It was brilliant!

Coming Home

You woke up alone today.

Getting up is always the hardest part. You usually have to get to work earlier than he does, so your alarm rings a good quarter of an hour earlier than his. And that means that he’s still in bed, when you wake up, his warmth somehow completely covering both your side and his, his arms around you, his head buried in your neck, breathing against your skin. So, every day, you have to make the sacrifice, you have to gather all your willpower to step out of the warm cocoon and into the harsh cold of the freezing city morning.

But today, by the time you got up, he was already gone, and so was his warmth. You couldn’t even enjoy those last minutes of clinging to the last shreds of sleep in bed, those last moments enveloped in safety and happiness, getting mentally prepared to get up. Today, by the time your alarm rang the sheets were already freezing cold, and he felt nothing more than a beautiful dream. Today life dumped you into the cold just after you woke up.

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