wash tubs

my babysitter later she was my swimming instructor.

When I was 7-8 my mom and dad went out to eat dinner with some friends. The girl they got to babysit was a very nice girl. That night I wanted to watch TV and not get my bath she told me I had to get one and took me to the bathroom and made me undress and get in the tub. I just sat in the water she got upset and took her close off and got in the tub and washed me up. I don’t remember if she did anything at this time but that was the start of me wanting to see nude girls. Forward to when I was 15 I had been taking swim lessons for years and was going to my lifeguard classes and she was the teacher. I was happy to see her again she was 18-19 years old don’t know for sure. One day she told my mom she would bring me home later that she wanted me to give her a hand getting ready for the next day. Mom trusted her so she let me stay. She was setting on the diving board and I was chilling in the water. She called me over and I swam up and grabbed the end of the board and pulled my head up so I could see her. I could tell her nipples were hard then I noticed that her crouch was wet in her bathing suit she had not been in the water. She asked if I liked what I saw. I said yes. She asked if I wanted to see more. of course I did she pulled it to the side and showed me how wet she was. She slid to the end of the board and said touch it. I did then I licked it she was going wild.we had the place to ourselves. we ended up fucking in the pool and on the diving board after that she said she needed me to do one more thing but we would have to go to changing room for it. She had cum more then I could count and I had shot 3 loads inside her sweet hot pussy. She got up nude and said come with me I did when we got to changing room she opened her licker and pulled out some lube she rubbed it on my cock I got hard fast. Then she turned around and lubed her ass and said I need you to slam your hard cock in my virgin ass and do it hard make me hurt. I lined up with that sweet ass hole and in one thrust I went balls deep in her she screamed and said again harder so I went at her ass like an animal she was coming like crazy she almost passed out from the coming I shot a load in her ass and we collapse of a bit then she rolled over and started sicking my cock as soon as it was hard again she climbed on me and slammed her pussy down on my cock and road me tell she squirted then she pulled herself up and lined me up with her asshole again she road my cock in her ass coming the whole time tell I dry fired. We spent lots of time that summer fucking each others brains out. Best summer ever.

How to care for your wolf (pet play version)

I see a lot of posts about “caring for your kitten” and “caring for your puppy” but there are definitely some major differences when taking care of a wolf. You can try these on other pets too, these tips are not only for wolves, but this post is wolf-centric. (this post is not just meant for owners in reference to their pet, some of these bullets can and should be used for pets toward their Alphas.)

  • Always have beef jerky handy. Beef jerky is a wonderfully tough snack that wolves enjoy taking their time to chomp and chew on. Not just beef jerky, but any snack that involves using their molars to tear the treat apart.
  • Give them space. Most wolves enjoy time to themselves, unlike kittens and puppies who enjoy constant attention. Just because they don’t want to be touched in that moment doesn’t mean they don’t care about you.
  • Distance ≠ dislike. Going back to the above bullet, just because some wolves enjoy time to themselves to do their own activities and figure things out, this doesn’t mean they love you any less. They enjoy solitude to collect themselves and relax. So try not to hover if they ask for space, because it’s definitely nothing against you.
  • But don’t forget to show them affection too. Wolves are known to be stand-offish and sometimes cold, but they do have a soft spot and like to be pet, scratched, brushed, etc. (once trust is earned, that is.)
  • Take them for walks in the woods. While puppies and even some dogs might be domesticated enough to enjoy a walk through a suburban town, wolves need to get back to their natural element. Be sure to exercise them in the woods by climbing over fallen trees, running up and down hills, or even going in a creek/river.
  • Be patient. As I stated before, wolves can be stand-offish and cold, but that doesn’t mean they don’t want companionship. It will take time for a wolf to trust you, so take every chance to show them that you are trustworthy, but don’t rush it and don’t hover. You will smother your wolf and most likely scare them away.
  • Groom your wolf. Try to coax them into the tub for washing, to keep them clean and healthy. If they do not want you to wash them, then offer to brush your wolf, apply lotion, or even brush their teeth. Keep your wolf hygienic, while also respecting their boundaries. (this activity also serves as a bonding exercise.)
  • Stubborn, but not unteachable. Some wolves, no matter how reserved they may be, enjoy learning tricks. They enjoy a sense of accomplishment. It may take them a little longer to catch onto the tricks you’re trying to teach, but again, be patient with them and make sure to use treats as a reward for them.
  • Plan skill-worthy games. While some puppies like to play simple games like fetch, a wolf likes something more. Plan games that flex their brain muscle, like skill games. Trial and error until you find one your wolf likes, and once they get used to and learn that game, move on to the next.
  • Wrestle. Wolves can be violent creatures, and they enjoy a little physical release. So, (with permission, of course) grab your wolf, pin them down, throw them onto the couch, let them get out some of their aggression by fighting back against you. If you want to assert your dominance, a firm bite to the shoulder or back of the neck will put them in their place if they get too rough.
Bartender Shawn PT.1

AN: *shows up 8 months later with starbucks* I haven’t finished it yet but I thought I’d just post this. I haven’t edited it yet but I have to go to class and want this up in hopes to motivate me to finish. 

Word Count: 5,981

“Can I get a Porn Star?”

I nodded before leaning back over the bar and reaching for the bottles to make the purple shot. As I poured into the small shot glass I looked for an ‘It’s my birthday’ sash. It wasn’t hard to find and neither was the number 18 on the big pin attached to it.

“Bingo,” I said to myself under the guise of the music.

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Starved pt 3

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Chapter Notes: This one will be heavy angst, guys, and probably pretty upsetting, but it is the dark night before the dawn, I promise. I will do my best to have Chapter 4 up as quickly as possible, too. <3 

CW: Yelling, anger, graphic descriptions of panic attacks, self-loathing, self-deprecating thoughts, depression, crying, swearing

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The doll worked.

The others were still being weirdly affectionate with him–still giving him the occasional little touches that made his chest ache and set his skin on fire–but the doll soothed them. When he crawled into bed and snuggled into its embrace, the ache eased. Not all the way, but…well, that was always going to be true. He’d grown to accept that there would probably never be a perfect substitute for a real hug, but as far as he was concerned, this was close enough. 

And besides, he’d never have to know the difference.

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birthday grays?

Alright, so in honor of Tyler Hoechlin’s birthday and my headcanon that Derek’s birthday is the same day, here’s a Derek birthday fic! (also on ao3)

Stiles had originally planned to wake Derek up with a nice, long blow job. But seeing as Derek was nowhere in sight when he woke up, he had to scramble to come up with a new plan.

Rays of pale sunlight were filtering in through the blinds of Derek’s bedroom window, warming the sheets left cold by the early autumn chill and Derek’s premature departure. The sky outside was still dark, only a slender band of pale pink rising over the horizon with the sun.

A smattering of stars still lingered overhead, twinkling in the early morning light like a herald of the dawn. Soon they would be swallowed up by the sunlight but at the moment they were shining as brightly as they would in the pitch black of midnight.

The moon, nearly full, had long since set, disappearing behind the wisps of cloud hanging in the sky. The coo of a mourning dove sounded from outside, a soothing aubade to welcome the rise of the sun.

Stiles raised a hand to block out the bright sunlight as he slowly drifted into consciousness, luxuriously stretching out with a content sigh. A smirk spread over his face as he mentally patted himself on the back for his wonderful plan.

Derek would only turn thirty once and Stiles had every intention of making his boyfriend’s birthday the best he had ever had. Of course, that meant he would wake up his sourwolf with a nice blow job to start the day.

Afterwards, following some cuddling and slow, lingering kisses, Stiles would slip out of bed while Derek continued basking in his afterglow and wander downstairs to the kitchen. There, he would whip up Derek a breakfast feast fit for a king, or rather an alpha, complete with pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, and hashbrowns.

Like the wonderful boyfriend he was, he would gather up all the food and carry it upstairs to his handsome half-asleep boyfriend along with a cup of Derek’s favorite silver needle white tea. And, like the romantic sap that he was, he would also bring Derek the bouquet of flowers he had gotten him the night before; a beautiful arrangement of red roses, dahlia, and ranunculus.

Following breakfast, he would draw Derek a warm bath filled with as many bubbles as possible. He had a pack of lightly scented vanilla tealight candles tucked away under the kitchen sink so he could set the mood for Derek’s bath.

While Derek soaked in the tub, Stiles would sit on the edge of the tub and wash his hair. For whatever reason, whether it had to do with Derek being a werewolf or Derek being Derek, the alpha absolutely adored it when Stiles ran his fingers through his hair, sometimes letting out an almost feline purr low in his chest.

He would let Derek linger in the bath tub for as long as he wanted, neither of them having any other obligations to worry about until much later that evening. When Derek finally decided to leave the tub, Stiles would wrap him up in a fluffy towel warm from the dryer and lead him back to bed where they would spend the rest of the day snuggled up together doing whatever Derek wanted whether it was watch one of his nature documentaries or read one of his books or do something a little less innocent.

Both of them were off work, Derek by chance and Stiles because he had requested off so he could celebrate with Derek properly, so they had the whole day to themselves up until eight o’clock. Because at eight, they would be heading over to Stiles’ house for dinner with the pack and a few others who had been honored with invitations.

There they would gorge themselves on a nice homemade meal courtesy of Stiles and Melissa’s joint effort to make enough food to satisfy a pack of ravenous werewolves with the metabolism of hummingbirds. And after dinner, Stiles had a decadent chocolate brownie cake drizzled with a thick chocolate ganache for dessert.

He figured that over cake and glasses of Derek’s favorite red wine, Derek could open his gifts. That would inevitably take a while, mostly because of the pack’s penchant for overindulging where gift giving was concerned.

Hell, just a month ago on his own birthday, Stiles had left his dad’s house an entirely new wardrobe, various little trinkets, movies and CDs, and a wallet full of myriad gift cards. Oddly enough, Peter was the worst offender. He had a strange affinity for showing his affection through weird, though strangely very meaningful, gifts.

After that, Stiles had plans that strayed as far from innocent and family friendly as possible. He had a bowl of fresh strawberries along with some melted chocolate and a tub of whipped cream hidden in the back of the refrigerator at the loft.

He didn’t plan on leaving their bed for days, until they had finished the chocolate and whipped cream he intended to lick off of Derek’s unfairly toned abs, until neither of them could get it up again, werewolf stamina be damned.

He had spent weeks carefully formulating his plan, debating whether or not he should try for something more adventurous like a short road trip or a sex-nic in the preserve or stick to something more domestic. He had asked Boyd and Erica and his dad for their input and wound up with more questions than answers: Boyd had suggested he do something subtly romantic, Erica had frankly urged him to break out some sex toys and try something kinkier than usual, and his dad had simply told him to follow his gut.

So, with the help of the internet and his own extensive knowledge of what Derek enjoyed on his days off, Stiles had carefully constructed his plan. Hell, he had even jotted it all down in one of his notebooks so he wouldn’t forget anything.

All in all, he thought his plan was a rather good one. But it was pretty hard to put it into action when Derek wasn’t in bed.

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Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love - Part 9.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

Demon AU. Featuring all BTS.

Genre: Romance / Drama

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13

Yoongi appeared in front of your eyes startling you, but instead of the relief you expected to feel with his return you felt the fear escalating, you stared horrified at him, his hair damp, all his clothes dirty, torn at some parts, and the blood, black and red blood stained his pale skin wherever your eyes landed.

With a gasp you jumped out the bed and rushed to where he was standing, and only then he acknowledged your presence, his eyes going all over you to prove you were ok, like it wasn’t him who had blood all over his body.

-Yoongi, what happened?- you asked staring at him from up close looking frantically for wounds -Are you hurt? are you ok? Yoongi-

You lifted your hand to touch his face but he slapped it away and his eyes before expressionless were now angry.

-Y/N, get away-

You frowned as you registered his words, confused, but your worry for him was bigger, the metallic scent of the blood was concentrated, he looked like a mess, he had been fighting or killing, most probably both.

-No- you said touching his face making him stiffen, there was a warning in his eyes, but you stood firm, you didn’t want to be scared of him, you weren’t. You slid his fringe away from his forehead to confirm the blood dripping from it wasn’t his. It wasn’t, your eyes went down to his neck and chest, you opened his shirt and noticed how the fabric was torn at some parts, his white skin was smeared with fresh thick blood in some parts, already dried in others.

He grabbed your hands and pushed them away trying to dodge you but you stepped on his way. -Y/N, stop-

-No- you repeated. -You come here so late, looking like this and you expect me to walk away?-

-Yes- he answered venomously through gritted teeth.

You glared back at him, but your heart still beat fast with the fear of him being hurt. -Are you ok? are you hurt?-

-It’s not mine- he cleared and you sighed in relief. -Don’t get close to me now- he started walking to the bathroom and you followed him getting inside with him.

-Why not? Yoongi talk to me please-

-Y/N, I’m fucking soaking in blood-

-I don’t care- you retorted even if you had to concentrate to not let the strong odor get you dizzy.

Yoongi sighed tiredly and you got closer to him again, he still wore his lightweight jacket that was sticking to the fabric of his shirt, you touched the flaps of it and then your hands went to down to hold his.
He stood still and didn’t pull away his hands when you intertwined your fingers with his, neither when you stepped closer and skimmed his lips with yours in a subtle kiss. -Let me, please-

Yoongi lowered his head and you nodded, going to the tub to set it up.

While that was ready you came back to him, peeling the jacket from him, letting you see that under it he was unharmed. Yoongi just stood still, staring at your every move with attentive yet heavy eyes as your hands went around his body, carefully undressing him.

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The Bet

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Pure smut. Not even trying to hide it. Language, NSFW

Plot: Circa Season 4 - reader is friends with Maggie and likes Daryl. Maggie and reader make a bet about the archer. 

Words: 4130

One shot, has potential for more if ya think its worth it. Also, hope this one makes up for those who hate me because I made them cry with the last one. MWAH!

Originally posted by normgasmphantasm

The heat had been oppressive over the last few days, with no rain or clouds in sight. Off on the west side of the yard Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Tyrese were trying to add support to the fences while you, Maggie and Beth sat under the kitchen canopy taking refugee from the blazing sun.

Maggie and Beth were arguing with each other over something stupid that had happened years ago and you had your gaze set firmly to the west. Sweat was slowly dripping down your brow with the occasional salty drop landing in your eye. You could feel the sweat pooling in your bra, as well as other places, but that could just be because of your current view.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m right, aren’t I? You were there… tell her,” Maggie said and threw Beth an indignant look.

“Huh?” you asked lazily, your attention still half directed at watching the guys fix the fence. Well, not all the guys. Just one guy in particular.

Maggie rolled her eyes at you and repeated the question.

“I’m sorry Maggie, I checked out a while ago,” you offered her a sorry smile and grabbed a couple more snap peas from the bucket.

Maggie turned and followed your gaze to the fences, her face broke out into a wide grin when she was facing you again.

“Uh… no,” she said shaking her head.

“What?” you asked half offended, half confused.

“It’s pretty obvious,” Beth chimed in with a tone of disgust. “You stare at him constantly. It’s kinda creepy.”

You dismissed Beth’s comment and turned to look back at Maggie. “Has she always been like this?”

“Well, she’s always disliked you if that helps,” Maggie laughed and raised her eyebrows at Beth.

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Undercover Pt. 6 BTS!MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft. BTS

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,241


It had been days, maybe weeks since you’d been locked up by Jimin. You were fed twice a day and usually refused to eat it. Because of that, you’d lost a bit of weight.

You stared at the clock on the wall, focusing on it ticking with each passing second. Your arms and legs were covered in cuts, bruises, and new scars. When you first met Jimin he seemed so innocent and caring, you could never begin to fathom that he’d be capable of doing such horrible things. Every time he touched you, spoke to you, looked at you, it made you sick. He felt no remorse and even had a smirk on his face each time he walked in the room.

Jungkook was incredibly stressed, to say the least. The bags under his eyes show how sleep deprived he is from doing whatever he can to find you. He eats maybe once a day and is suffering from incredibly quick weight loss. Hoseok forced him to eat after telling him, “If you don’t eat you’ll be too weak to go find Y/N.”

Yoongi and Taehyung reached out to everyone they knew to see if anyone had any connections to Jimin and could try to find out what the fuck was going on.

Jungkook knew that Jimin knew. It was obvious that Jimin wanted him to know, if he didn’t he would’ve still been there, searching everywhere he could for you. But instead, he was beating you, forcing you to respond to his questions that you had no answer to.

“Jungkook, you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” Seokjin says, walking in on Jungkook quickly snorting some cocaine. Jungkook shrugs him off and leans down to finish the rest of it but Seokjin pulls him up and sighs.

“Let’s go eat.”

Jungkook wanted to protest, rewatch the camera footage again, but he was being pulled out of the room and down the hall. He picked at his food and the rest of the boys just stared at him.

“You’re going to die Jungkook,” Taehyung says. “When we find (Y/N) you won’t be able to fight Jimin because you’ll be too weak,” Namjoon adds.

“SHE’S DEAD!” Jungkook yells, slapping his plate off of the table. The room went completely silent as they watched Jungkook break down into tears, quietly begging for (Y/N) to come back to him.

Yoongi clears his throat and nods at Taehyung and Namjoon, a silent ‘come with me’ was exchanged and they all walked out of the room, leaving Jungkook, Hoseok, and Seokjin alone.

Namjoon closes the door behind him and looks at Yoongi, waiting for him to speak.

“I have a lead on (Y/N)’s location.”


You silently cried the new bruises on your arms and legs formed from countless kicks and punches from Jimin. It had been three weeks and Jimin hadn’t been able to get any information out of you.

He stared at you, his gaze was soft as he realized how much damage he had done to you. Your arms and legs were covered with scars, bruises, and new cuts all from him. “Oh my god (Y/N),” he softly says, picking you up from the ground and moving your hair from out of your face. You started shaking when you felt him touch you and you squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see that face you hated so much.

He carried you around before he set you down on a toilet seat and locked the door behind him. You opened your eyes and saw Jimin getting you a bath ready. He let the tub fill up with hot water and walked over to you. His hands shook as he touched you with extreme delicacy, not wanting to hurt you any more than he already had. He slowly pulled off your dirty t-shirt and shorts, hands shaking even worse as he went to take off your panties.

Realization finally hit Jimin and it was like a slap in the face. He had violated you in more ways than one and you’d be scarred forever… because of him.

He set you down in the tub and smiled softly as he could see your very tense body visibly relax in the hot water. Jimin sat on the edge of the tub and washed your hair while you washed your body. The soap burned when it came in contact with the fresh cuts but it felt good, at least they wouldn’t get infected.

It scared you how nice Jimin was being, he was never like this. When you two were together he’d bathe with you and just hold you in his arms, softly kissing your neck as you washed your arms. It used to give you shivers down the spine from the excitement of just being able to spend time with him, but now the shivers down your spine were of fear.

Jimin’s chest tightened when he saw how scarred your body was. It looked horrible and he realized he probably ruined your self-confidence forever. “You look beautiful (Y/N),” he says, pulling you out of the water.

You say nothing as he dries you off and then hands you some fresh clothes to change into. He sighs, looking down at his feet in disappointment. He had ruined you forever and had finally realized it.


“I have a lead on (Y/N)’s location,” Yoongi says. Namjoon and Taehyung stare at him in shock, “Why tell us and not Jungkook?”

“I need you two to go check out the location before I tell him, if he finds out he’ll leave immediately and it’ll be a suicide mission.”

They both nod in agreement, Jungkook would flip his shit if he found out where she is. “I hacked into the cameras and it’s confirmed that (Y/N) is with Jimin. She’s in terrible shape but she’s alive.”

Yoongi pulls up the current camera footage in the bathroom, showing Jimin watching as she got dressed. “Did he-“ Namjoon starts. Yoongi shakes his head, “He’s done a lot of damage but he hasn’t raped her.”

They sigh in relief, glad that he didn’t completely violate her, but she’d be scarred for the rest of her life.

Yoongi writes down the location and hands it to Taehyung, “I’m trusting you two.” Taehyung and Namjoon nod, determined not to fail.

“Now go,” Yoongi orders. He watches as they both leave, immediately acting normal, like they don’t know anything.

Yoongi was just about to shut down the computer as Jungkook walked in the room. His eyes quickly drifted to the screen and he nearly passed out. “I-is that (Y/N)?”

Yoongi was at a loss for words and froze, trying to think of an explanation. Jungkook pushed him out of the way and clicked on the camera footage and saw Jimin with faded orange hair carrying you down a hall. “Where is she?” He asks, hands starting to shake.


“WHERE IS SHE GODDAMMIT?” Jungkook yells, slamming a fist down on the desk.

“She’s at the old warehouse! Jimin and whoever he works for are camping out there!” Jungkook takes off before Yoongi can stop him. Yoongi runs a hand through his hair before swiping the keyboard off of the desk, “Goddammit!”

anonymous asked:

hm how about headcanons for Ushijima, Oikawa and Daichi when their s/o gets kidnapped (also all bruised up and bloody) in the mafia AU

Ushijima Wakatoshi

  • Surprisingly enough he’s completely calm and level headed the entire time when he first discovers you, focused on getting you out of a dangerous situation before letting his guard down. 
  • The one who kidnapped you wished he had never made such a stupid move. Tendou and Semi dragged him away to keep him for Ushijima’s pleasure. He was going to fuck up the man that did this to you.
  • As soon as you return to headquarters and your wounds are treated, he takes you back to your room where he draws you a warm bath. He can’t even begin to fantom what you’ve got through in the last 48 hours. He’s pissed and wants to scream, but he knows that it won’t help you. 
  • He’s quiet as he helps you into the tub, gently washing away the dried up blog, fingers brushing along the discolored patches of skin. This was the first time you had seen him cry.
  • Ushijima apologises over and over, promising that he will never let anyone get so much as within ten feet of you. You can expect that from here on out you will always have body guards around 24/7.
  • He puts off work for the next day, opting to take care of you and keep you company. The thought of losing you scares him, and he wants to cherish each moment.

Oikawa Tooru

  • He almost loses his mind when he sees the state that you’re in, turning to shoot the body of your kidnapper several times even after he’s dead. You have to wrap your arms around him and force him to stop.
  • He will never forgive himself for letting this happen to you. He promised to protect you and he failed. You could see that he was beaten himself up over this.
  • After retuning home with your wounds treated, he takes you back to the room to clean up and shower. When you’re finished he’s waiting with open arms to welcome you to bed, peppering kisses along your forehead and you cry into his chest.
  • As a lover and a leader, he feels like he’s failed you. Security is heightened, making sure that there’s at least two guards there when he is not, and posted outside of the door. 
  • Oikawa is pissed and makes sure to make anyone associated with your kidnapper live’s a living hell. No one will leave unscathed when he’s done.

Daichi Sawamura

  • Nothing else matters as he sees you, blood dripping from various places, skin turning purple from bruises. All he could see was red as he dispatched any of the enemies who stood in his way.
  • He couldn’t find the words to say, more upset than anything that he let something like this happen to you. It was his job to protect you and he fucked it up. He wanted to yell at the team who let this happen, but he knew it was wrong.
  • He doesn’t care about the blood as he kisses you, thankful to feel your warmth in his arms once more. He carries you back out to the car and even through the mansion.
  • Daichi wouldn’t allow you to do anything. He bathed you, dressed, you, even fed you. He could tell how much it pained you to move so for now he could only take care of you, and make sure nothing like this happens again.

🌸🌼This Witch Needs Some Self-Love🌼🌸

So tonight is my last day of training for my new job, and I get off of work in an hour, and have decided to give myself some much needed self care tonight. As I complete each task I’m going to post pictures on this sight, to hopefully inspire my witchy sisters, brothers, and gender non conforming siblings to take some time and treat themselves to some love. The tasks are as followed:

🐚Trim and Paint My Nails

🐚Soak in the Tub

🐚Wash My Hair

🐚Comb Hair and Moisturize

🐚Have a Cup of Tea

🐚Clean My Alter

And finally

🐚 Get a Good Night Sleep

If anyone decides to do this as well, I would love if you tagged me in it, so I can see what you all do to take care of yourselves.

anonymous asked:

Can you do 5 and 7 together for Lysaedion? Thanks!

These two are so adorable! I love them so much! P.S…the awkward moment turned in a WHOLE other route at the end so hopefully that is fine. (As in someone is doing a “five knuckle shuffle” and the other person finds out in a surprising way.) 

First Kiss Headcanon:

- Aedion is a workaholic spending hours going through documents that the nobility have sent in concern to rebuilding Terrasen.

-Lysandra strides into his room unannounced and declares that he should take a break.

- Aedion mumbles something along the lines of ‘having a duty to his people’ before he can leave the desk.

- “Aedion you have spent years fighting for your people. We finally have peace. I think it’s safe to say you deserve a lunch break.”

- Lysandra sits on the edge of Aedion’s desk and playfully plucks the piece of parchment out of his hand.

- Aedion reaches for the paper, but Lysandra isn’t going to give up easily.

- “It’s going to take a lot more to distract me from work.”

“Oh really? Is that so?”

“Yes. Now will please give me the paper back so I can-”

- Aedion doesn’t finish his words. Lysandra leans in and presses her soft lips against Aedion’s open mouth.

- Her tongue swipes the inside of his cheek and Aedion is quick to participate in the battle for dominance.

- Lysandra’s fingers weave through Aedion’s long golden hair. Her nails scrape against the nape of his neck and Aedion groans at the touch.

- He pulls her closer and Lysandra emits a pleased purring noise from her throat that has Aedion wanting more.

- All too soon Lysandra pulls away and Aedion’s growl of need brings a smile to her face. Her cheeks are flushed and Aedion wants to see that look on her face the next time he kisses her-

“Wait. Did you- I mean we kiss?”

“Well you did propose to me all those months ago when we never even had a proper first kiss so I figure why not make up for lost time.”

- Lysandra hops off the table and strides to the door with Aedion still gaping at her in both awe and shock.

- Lysandra pauses in the doorway and looks over her shoulder.

“If you hurry there might be some dessert after lunch…if you know what I mean Wolf of the North.”

- Her little wink leaves no room for questioning.

- Aedion quickly follows her out. Stumbling and cursing as he trips over his chair like a bumbling teenager. Papers go flying off the desk, but Aedion doesn’t care about those at the moment.

- Not when he can hear Lysandra’s laughter from down the hall as he takes off after her. Oh yes. He would definitely be making time for dessert later.

- And he couldn’t wait to get a taste of Lysandra again.

Awkward Moment Headcanon:

Aedion is known for his pranks around the the capital city of Orynth. In fact alongside his achievements in battle most of Terrasen know that General Ashryver pranks his colleagues when the moment arises.

- Everyone in the Cadre has been on the receiving end of a few of Aedion’s pranks so they enlist the one person who can help them get revenge. 

- Lysandra is called upon and she agrees to help. Fighting Working with Aelin in the past has helped Lysandra prepare for this moment.

- She shifts into a tiny kitten before approaching Aedion.

- Immediately Aedion is smitten by the adorable kitten, not realizing it is Lysandra in another form.

- He takes her back to his room and gives her so much attention by petting her and feeding her some leftover dinner.

- At the end of the day Aedion doesn’t have the heart to abandon the kitten outside so he keeps Lysandra in his room for the night until he decides what to do with her in the next morning.

- As Aedion looks around his room for a makeshift bed for the kitten, Lysandra uses the opportunity to hop on Aedion’s desk and mess with his papers. She spills ink on the desk and proceeds to make little paw print marks on the documents he has been working on.

- Aedion catches the kitten before she marks any more of his papers and hurries her to the bathroom where he plans to wash her off.

- Aedion then decides he should clean himself off too since he had a long day of training. He strips without warning - startling Lysandra in her kitten form.

- She tries not to watch as Aedion washes himself in the tub. Though temptation is too much to resists and her eyes will flicker toward him.

- Aedion notices how odd the kitten is acting. Her emerald eyes dart about the room and she acts mildly embarrassed.

- He finishes cleaning himself before walking stark naked to the kitten and cradling it to his bare chest.

- Lysandra is frozen in shock. Aedion begins petting her comfortingly and speaking softly to calm her nerves. Though he has no idea that it is actually Lysandra that he is holding against in his arms.

- After a few moments Lysandra just thinks ‘oh well might as well enjoy it.’ She curls up against him and begins purring as Aedion carries her out of the bathroom.

- When he places Lysandra on the bed he returns to the bathroom. While he was bathing he was also thinking about another green-eyed female who has been on his mind constantly.

- And Aedion finds that he needs to relieve some “tension” before he goes to bed.

- Lysandra waits for Aedion. Curious as to why he went back into the bathroom, but then she hears him. Loudly moaning in a way Lysandra is familiar with.

- She listens with her heightened senses. She knows she shouldn’t, but she could have sworn that he murmured her name.

- Why would he - Oh. OH. Lysandra would be blushing fiercely if she were in her human form.

- Because Aedion is now moaning her name as he pleasures himself in the bathroom.

- Lysandra is flustered. She can’t decide whether to be stunned or delighted that Aedion desires her as she does him.

- Once Aedion roars in release Lysandra decides that she shouldn’t stick around, lest he discover her true identity. She wouldn’t mind if he knew, but Lysandra knows Aedion would probably be ashamed if she heard him in the bathroom right now.

- She flees his room and shifts back into her human form when she is safely in her room.

- The next day she says nothing about the incident. She feels terrible though as Aedion asks around looking for a white speckled kitten with green eyes.

- At breakfast the Cadre join them all at the table.

- “So Aedion I noticed all your papers have tiny paw prints on them. Have any little furry guests last night?” Most of the fae males are doing a good job at hiding their snickering.

- Lysandra tries to subtly quiet them, but to no avail. That’s when Aedion finds out that Lysandra was the kitten.

- He gapes at her in shock. Not because of the little notes, but because both he and Lysandra know that she saw him naked. That he held her while he was naked. And that she heard him while he moaned in release to the thought of her.

- Both he and Lysandra are flushed in the face to the point that the Cadre realize something more must have happened, but they are all smart enough not to bring it up.

- Later on Lysandra talks to Aedion and apologizes, but Aedion is actually fine with it. He leans in and whispers:

- “So long as I get to hear you moan my name in the future. And if you’re good I might even let you join me in the bath the next time.”

- Lysandra is very much agreeable to that plan.

Snake Charmer : FP Jones

a/n: this wasn’t requested, but I had the idea and had to write it down. Who else would willingly die for FP? it can’t be just me. I hope you guys enjoy this!! FP is the love of my life so… This could turn into something (and god do I hope it does) let me know guys. xx, aubree

warnings: probably cussing, FP is older than the reader, BUT she is around the age of 25, so she isn’t a kid (bc that is wrong), drinking, mildly sexual scene (I don’t write smut but this is a little more than what I usually write.) 

word count: 1,251

pov: first person

edited / not edited (please tell me if you find something wrong)

(gif not mine, but damn does he look amazing)


Originally posted by jugheadjunk

I slipped on my jeans as I looked around for my jacket. I did not mean to stay at his place, but god, was I exhausted. We had stayed up late drinking and then some things happened. Things that I now regret. I heaved the jacket over my shoulders, slipped on my shoes, and walked out of the front door of his trailer. Several people were leaving their trailers as well, earning me a few pitiful looks. Then I locked eyes with him. The King of the Southside: FP Jones. He was the last person I wanted to see me make the walk of shame and believe me, I was ashamed. 

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