put me in a tub and bathe me


Request: okay so I saw how your requests are open and yay! and could I request a Bucky x reader? like something about how he loves flirting with her and getting her flustered because she’s kinda shy, and she thinks it’s nothing but he really likes her? sorry if it’s too specific.- anon

Bucky Barnes X shy!Reader

Word Count: 1312

Warnings: None? 

A/N: Hi! I hope this is okay. I’m a terrible flirt, so I did my best with this!! I hope that you like it, and that it’s nice a fluffy after my last one-shot. Feedback would be awesome! :) xo 

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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.


Sex Bomb (Smut)


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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“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.  

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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.”



“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.”

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.


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”.


No Control | Chapter Eighteen


Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

To read previous chapters, you can go here.

*Feel free to reblog and send feedback. It’s much appreciated :)*

*Gif is not mine.*

WARNING: Smut ahead. Daddy kink.


After a day out with Harry’s friends, where all of them so kindly include me in their shenanigans and conversations as we walk around London, Harry and I head back to his house to relax. Nick wore us ragged with at least eight or nine miles worth of walking around the city, teasing Harry and telling me embarrassing stories whenever he had the opportunity. By the end of the day, I felt like Nick was a close friend, and it was good to feel like I actually fit in with some of the important people in Harry’s life. 

While we were out, of course, there were a few times the group was stopped by fans wanting photos of them all together, so I did the same thing I did in New York, and offered to take the photo for them, ensuring I was nowhere in the frame. However, there were paps outside a few of the shoppes we visited, and a text from Trevor confirmed they were already on Twitter by the time we had made it to the next store. I didn’t even bother to look at them and thought it was best to just stay away from social media for the rest of the day. When I relayed the information to Harry, he decided the same thing and turned off all notifications on his phone except for texts. 

It’s half seven when Harry and I get back to his home, both of us dragging our feet. We immediately go up to Harry’s room and change into something more comfortable, but Harry stops me midway through pulling a pair of leggings on. I look up at him with a raised eyebrow in question.

“Take a bath with me,” he offers, already stripped down to just his boxers. The thought of a warm, scented bath nearly makes me moan, so I nod and following him into his bathroom, which I’m just now seeing for the first time. 

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“...For Tonight.”

Requested by an anon. I hope this is what you expected. 

Originally posted by groovyroom

Bloo couldn’t stand the smile on your face. Usually he loved your smile. It was one of his favorite sights. But he couldn’t stand it because Owen was the one who was making you smile.

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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?”


“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.


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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  • Sehun: Why are you drinking out of a sippy cup?
  • Chanyeol: Yixing gave it to me when I asked for juice.
  • Sehun: But do you have to be watching cartoons and wearing footie pajamas while drinking out of it like that.
  • Chanyeol: Again Yixing, I just went with it.
  • Yixing: Chanyeol it's bath time.
  • Chanyeol: Do I have to?
  • Yixing: Yes you do.
  • Chanyeol: Okay.
  • Sehun: Please don't tell me you're going to bathe him.
  • Yixing: Of course I am. Just like I did with Baekhyun.
  • Yixing: Baekhyun, you have to put clothes on before you can play video games.
  • Baekhyun: I don't wanna.
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Worlds Collide - A Sirius Black Imagine

Originally posted by pretty-dead-dog

Okay, I know I promised a part two for ‘The Last of Us’ but I thought about that one earlier tonight and I had to write it before losing the momentum, ha! But don’t you worry, I’ll post part two tomorrow night.

I hope you’ll like it anyway ! :) 


It’s dark and cold, you’re trying to see something in the blackness, but your eyes can’t see any light. It’s pitch black and there’s only the sound of the rain to make you realize that you are standing outside. You can feel the rain falling on your shoulders but it’s like it wasn’t really there. You’re not even wet; it’s just a décor, an accessory. And there’s this rumbling, incessant, continuous above your head. Is it thunder you’re hearing or is it the sound of fear increasing in your head? You can’t tell the difference. Only, you know you stand-alone and there’s no one else to save you from yourself. You’ve been there so many times, there’s no saving. You could just open your eyes but you know it doesn’t work this way. You have to face it first. 

The growling is getting nearer and you body starts to shake with apprehension. Will it get you this time?
Each night for the past twelve years, you’ve been asking yourself the same thing.
Is this one will be it?
With the growling comes the thunder’s rumbling.
A violent strike of white light illuminates the night and for a moment, you can see the surroundings. To your left, a whole row of enormous trees, aligned in a perfect way.
But you can’t look to your right. You know when you’ll turn your head; you’ll se the beast’s silver eyes staring at you. There’s another strike of lightning and this time, you can’t miss it. It saw you.
The hound starts walking slowly towards your immobile body. You wish you could wake up right now, but it never goes this way.
‘I’m sorry’ you mutter.
But it walks to you. It’s prey.
A row of pointed teeth, of dangerous hooks is shining in the night. It’s facing you now.
The black hound growls with hunger. It’s ready to rip you up.
‘I tried everything, I’m so sorry’ you say again.
But it can’t hear you.
There’s too much thunder.
You see the hound starting running after you and the moment you put your hands in front of you to protect yourself…

You open your eyelids at the same time you are screaming of fear.
You can feel the tears rolling from your eyes. You’re covered in sweat and you’re panting.
Again. You had this nightmare a thousand times and you still can’t manage to cope with it. You wipe down your tears and look to the window. There’s a thunderstorm outside. That’s what has probably triggered it.
You put your two feet on your bedroom floor, knowing perfectly it’s going to be a sleepless night, again.
Over the years, you tried everything, any Muggle medication to every spell known in the Magical world. None worked. You’re stuck with the same recurrent nightmare.
They told you it was going to pass. That it was just a phase.
You’d feel less guilt with time.
But you know that this isn’t guilt. It’s shame.
You glance at the clock. Maybe you can make yourself a cup of tea to calm you down. It’s only half past three. You could try to get some sleep on the couch, at least. 

You walk to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
A warm tea should do it. That’s your trick now. The time you’re focusing on the hot liquid you can’t think about the beast hungry for your blood.
You close your eyes as the thunder strikes outside. You used to love thunderstorms when you were younger. But now it paralyses you.
‘I’m fine’ you say to yourself.
There’s another strike of lightning that makes you jump with fear. You walk slowly to the plate glass door leading in your small backyard. The sky is completely covered with threatening clouds.
Out of a sudden, your eyes are appealed by a shadow in the back of your yard. Your heart accelerates considerably. You jump back and try to pinch yourself.
‘Wake up, wake up, wake up!’ you shout but yet you feel so awake right now.
You know the shadow’s getting nearer the door. You can’t be hallucinating; you know you’re not dreaming anymore!
Or are you going crazy?

The kettle’s hissing stridently behind you but you can’t move.
There’s a flash of lightning and you see it.
It’s the hound. With it’s silver eyes and white pointy hooks.
‘Go away!’ you shout.
You forgot your wand in your bedroom but you can’t move.
‘Please’ you add, while the beast is standing in front of your porch.
There are tears all over your face right now.
‘Please…’ you plead again.
But it doesn’t go away. You close your eyes wishing it is going to go away. You let a whole minute before opening them up again. And when you do…
There’s no hound anymore. There’s no beast.
There’s a man standing in front of the door. Or what a man could be. He looks more like a shadow, a ghost maybe.
His emaciated and pale face is covered with dark, dirty and messy hair.
He is so thin it’s scary.
You would think you didn’t know him. But you dare looking into his eyes. It’s the same as the hound. Those silver eyes are begging you.
You feel yourself gasping. But you don’t know if you can walk and open the door for him.
It simply can’t be him. Is your mind is messing with you?
You see him opening his mouth. You can see a row of filthy teeth.
He looks like he’s saying your name.
He put his hand on the door, like he is trying to find some balance.
Few seconds after, you see him rolling his eyes and he falls on the ground.
The kettle’s hissing loudly now but you don’t care. You run to the door and open it. You pull the man’s skinny body inside your house. He’s completely drenched in rain. And he is so dirty your hands slips a couple of times on his skin, making it harder for you to put him safe from any harm.
He lies on the floor and his clothes are completely wrecked.
You bend down to look at him.
‘Sirius?’ you whisper.
He doesn’t answer. You get up and put the kettle off. It’s total silence now. You open up the refrigerator and grab a leftover of meat pie. You don’t have time to heat it. You find a bottle of pumpkin juice and open it.
You get back to the immobile body.
‘Sirius, wake up, please’ you say. 

He opens up his eyes. He stares blankly at you.
‘Here, drink this’ you tell him. You lay his head on your hand and help him drink from the bottle. With an eager thirst, he drinks without taking a break to breathe.
You hand him the meat pie. He takes it quickly and put it all in his mouth.
‘Easy’ you say, but you know it’s useless.
Once he’s done, you both look at each other without speaking. You see him shivering. He must be so cold.
‘Follow me’ you tell him.
You show him your hand and unsure, he takes it.
You enter the bathroom. A bath. He needs a warm bath.
You start to run the water and fill the tub with some nice foam. He looks at it blankly, like he doesn’t remember what to do.
‘Let me help you’ you suggest, stepping in front of him.
He doesn’t move. He’s lost.
You pull his dirty stripped shirt off and toss it on the floor.
You look at his upper body. You can distinguish his starved figure. The ribcage is visible under his thin skin. You gasp and you feel tears running to your eyes again.
But you need to be strong for the both of you.
You free him from the bottom of his prisoner’s uniform and help him get into the bathtub.
‘There you go’ you say gently.
You can already see that he shakes less. He’s warming up already. 

‘Let me go grab some warm clothes, okay? I’m coming back in a minute.’
You run into your bedroom, where, half an hour ago, you woke up from your usual nightmare. You open up your drawers and find some clothes that are going to fit him. Anyway, he’s so skinny, anything you own could fit now. This only thought sets you in despair.
You go into the kitchen and grab a pair of scissors.
When you come back into the bathroom, he’s still motionless, half emerged in the foamy water.
You grab a cloth and put some soap on it. You start rubbing his neck with it.
‘Nice isn’t?’ you say.
You continue to wash him up, rubbing the warm cloth on every inch of skin that is filled with Azkaban’s dirt.
‘Lay down your head for me, will you?’ you tell him.
He lets you wash his long hair and you apply yourself to the task. It’s so messy; you’re going to have to cut it.
You rinse the wreck away and try to comb trough it.
‘I’ll have to cut it a bit. I’ll keep it nice and long like you used to have, alright?’ you suggest with a warm smile.
He always was so proud of his dark mane.
You run the scissors through the length and you cut everything that isn’t manageable.
‘I left you a razor on the counter and here, there’s a towel. I put you some clean and warm clothes next to the sink. I won’t be far, okay?’
He nods. It’s the first time he looks like he understands you.
You get out of the bathroom. Once you’re in the hall, you push your back on the wall and slid it until you’re sitting on the floor. Tears are flowing rapidly.
How could he be treated so awfully?
How could the man you loved become this corpse looking ghost?
You decide you’re going to wait in the kitchen and prepare some food again. He needs food in his system.
There’s jam somewhere.
Finally, Sirius enters the kitchen. He shaved a lot of beard and in your old Hogwarts Quidditch gear, he looks almost like he did seventeen years ago, when you first laid eyes on him. Except, there’s something in his eyes, something dark and melancholic. He looks lost, like he’s living in the back of his mind. 

How could you live such a peaceful existence for all the time he suffered alone?
‘Hungry?’ you say.
He nods.
‘That was stupid to ask. Of course you’re hungry.’
You bring him some slices of bread and jam.
‘Sirius, talk to me, please.’
He swallows loudly. You wait patiently.
‘What happened? How can you be here?’
But he takes another mouthful of bread.
‘Sirius!’ you shout, feeling completely overwhelmed.
He just puts his hand on yours.
He needs time. That’s what he means.
‘Come and get some sleep’ you say.
You tuck him on your bed and look at his frail body lost in the sheets. When you’re about to leave him, he grabs your arm tightly.
‘Stay’ he says in a croaked voice.
Hearing the sound of it makes you feel weak. How many times did you wish to hear him say anything just one last time?
You smile with sadness and lay beside him. He surrounds your body with his skeletal arms.
This time, you won’t have any nightmares.

Drinks and Baths - Harry Styles Imagine

The night was dark, rainy, and especially cold. Harry and I had been bar hopping with friends. We were pretty drunk right now, and very silly. We’d gotten a taxi to take us home, however, we’d also serenaded the driver, so I don’t know if the taxi company will be taking our calls again anytime soon.

“Babe, I’m so cold,” I slurred. I clung to Harry to stay upright as we clambered through the door.

“Me tooooo,” he groaned.

“I’m shivering, look at my arms,” I flung my arms out toward him. They were covered in goosebumps.

“Woahhh,” Harry said, eyes widening. “Babe, no babe, your arms are so beautiful!”

“No, your arms are!” I giggled. Harry and I always got very lovey dovey when we drank. It annoyed pretty much everyone, but we thought, at least when we were intoxicated, that it was very necessary.

Making a ton of noise, we made our way to the kitchen. Harry was yanking cupboards open, and slamming them shut again to find a snack.

“We have NOTHING to eat,” he wined.

“Yes we do, I hid these for us earlier,” I said, proud of my foresight. I dove into the back of our cupboard and pulled out Oreos. In the fridge I pulled out a supersized bag of grapes.

“Oh. My. Gosh!” Harry’s eyes were so wide, I almost wanted to tell him to be careful they didn’t fall out.

“You are like, so smart,” he grinned.

“I know!” I cackled. We downed grapes, and licked the Oreo centers messily.

“You’re so cute,” Harry giggled, wiping a piece of Oreo cream off the side of my mouth.

“I’m still so cold,” I pouted. Harry kissed my pouting lips.

“That didn’t make me warmer,” I wined. Harry shrugged as he put a whole cookie in his mouth, and then grinned at me.

“We should take a bath!” I said, eyes lighting up.

“Yes!” Harry agreed. Before he finished the word, I’d begun

stripping. I turned the bath water on, and began to fill the large tub. Harry’s job guaranteed we had a nice house. Our bathroom was especially elegant, and our bathtub was huge.

“What’s this?” Harry said holding up my bubblebath.

“My bubble bath, it smells like honeysuckle,” I informed him.

“We NEED this,” he said solemnly, and poured an unnecessary amount into the tub.

“Enough,” I laughed, snatching the bottle from him.

Soon we were in the warm water, facing one another, and laughing about something we couldn’t even remember. Harry leaned down toward the water, and gave himself a bubble beard.

“What if I looked like this?” He asked, with a chuckle. “Would you still love me?”

“What if you had a bushy, white, beard?” I asked.

“Yes, I’d still love you, because you’re beautiful,” I said patting his cheeks.

“You’re beautiful,” he said leaning in, and giving me a quick kiss.

“Harry, I’m like so freaking in love with you,” I said, smiling widely.

“I’m freaking in love with you too,” Harry said and rubbed his nose against mine.

The rest of the night was made up of wild dancing, loud singing, and the kind of laughing that made your stomach ache for hours afterward.

We passed out in a tangle of limbs. Harry’s head was buried in my neck. My fingers were laced in his Harry.

In the early morning light I got up to get us some water and pain killers. When I climbed back into bed, I nudged the cup to Harry’s mouth. We both took the meds grudgingly. Harry pulled me back down into his arms. He kissed my neck, and my temple, as he pulled me even closer.

As we fell back into the depths of sleep, Harry mumbled in my ear, ”I’m still so freaking in love with you.”

I smiled with my eyes still closed.

“I love you too Harry,” I sighed happily.

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.


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



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.

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)

Relax with me (Wonho Smut)

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Request: No

WC: 1,015

POV: First person

Rating: M

I had been stressed for weeks, with finals and with working part time. The only time I ever got to rest completely was when I got home around 12 and fell right asleep. Always being woken up by my boyfriend of 2 and a half years when he came home late around anywhere from 1-4 AM depending on the time he had left the previous day. If he ever got home early he would be asleep before me and no matter what we would only talk in the morning when we woke up and left almost immediately to go to work. 

Today was some how different, it was Wonho’s only off day and I would be getting home early. This morning he had been telling me he would pick up dinner and fix some things up so that way we could both finally relax, and for once together as well. I walked through the door around 1 and he was laying on the couch, the house was clean and for once since we’ve moved into the same place, our coffee table was clean. 

I smiled as I walked over and I sat down and he put his head in my lap. I smiled as I brushed my hands through his hair and smoothed some of it back so I could see his forehead. I smiled as he reached up to cup my cheek and he slowly moved his thumb from where it had been to meet his hand again. I nuzzled into his hand slightly and I smile wider. He smiled up at me before sitting up and looking at me. 

“Around 2:30, come up stairs…” He stopped to think of something. “…and relax with me.” He said softly as he stood and changed his gaze from the clock to me. I nod and I smile at him. I stayed on the couch, every few minutes seeing him walk down the stares slowly and then walk up stairs quickly. 

At 2:30 he walked down stairs and slowly outstretched his hand. I smiled and as I stood he put his hand on the small of my back and he lead me upstairs. I opened the bedroom door and walked me into our bathroom. Just enough candles to light the places where it might be dark in the room where lit. 

He had fixed a bath, just enough water for both of us to fit with out it spilling over, a thick layer of bubbles with rose petals sprinkled across them. Soft music playing from his phone. He smiled and he pulled me close with both hands on my waist. He kissed my neck softly as he unbuttoned my white work shirt. I slowly leaned my head back as I helped him strip me of my clothes. He went down to a knee and he unzipped my skirt slowly and as he slowly slid it down he would kiss the newly exposed skin. 

As he stood back up he kissed from my hips, to my chest and to my lips. He slowly stripped me of the remaining clothing and helped me into the back slowly. I moved over because of course I expected him to join. He stripped a lot quicker than I had and he slid in slowly and pulled me close as he kissed my head. I could tell that he still wasn’t relaxing fully. 

I turned around to straddle his lap and I cupped his cheek and when he leaned into my hand I began to kiss his neck. Kissing over the tender spots from a few days before. His breathing got heavy and he put his hand on my hip. I smiled and I kissed and he slowly pulled away and let out a small whimper as he looked at me, and I just nodded. He picked me up and slowly slid me down onto him. 

I moaned as he started kissing my neck, keeping both hands on my hips and helping me bounce. The sound of water splashing slightly out of the bath tub, his small groans and occasional sighs, my moans, and the music from his phone were all mixing. In short it sounded like. Pure. Heaven. 

He looked up at me as he leaned back against the bathtub as his head rolled back and was now against the small pillow I keep there for when I take baths. His eyes half closed and his both open. Water drops rolling down from his collarbone to his chest. One of my hands was placed on his chest while the other was on his shoulder. Trying to keep my eyes open to see the sight before me was the hardest thing. 

He licked his lips and then he started breathing even harder, almost more like panting. He picked me up and walked me to the bed, even though being completely soaked he put me down and hovered over me. 

“B-baby the beds gonna get soaked.” I said softly as I could already feel the sheets getting wet from my back. “From the water, or from you.” He said softly and he smirked. He started thrusting again and I bucked my hips up as my back arched off the bed causing my chest to touch his. He lifted my leg from the bed and put it around his waist. As he started thrusting even deeper I  moaned loudly, almost screaming. 

I looked up at him as his thrusts started becoming less steady. “I-I’m…” I said softly and he just nodded before kissing me, he pulled away and kissed down my neck. “Go ahead baby girl.” He whispered softly as he started on a new mark. 

I moaned his name loudly as I released and he kissed the new mark as he released and after riding out our highs he moved to lay beside me. I smiled as he kissed my shoulder softly and smiled. 

“Maybe we should have more days like this.” He said softly. I smiled wide and I kissed his cheek as we soon both fell asleep. Both together, both finally relaxed. 


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!”