#“I'd walk through hell on living feet for you”

[slightlysadfilter]

holy shit holy fuck, adding another song to the Ninth House playlist (we say thank you, Hozier)

[sixxxxxxeyes]

You tell me the sun is shining in paradise

And I have to watch your lips turn blue

(I would burn the world to bring some heat to you)

[hawkeshepshots]

I'd walk through hell on living feet for you

[lanadelnegan]

Hi I’m kinda shy about this one. So the reader has been traveling with dead city cowboy Negan for awhile and she’s liked him for a long time but she’s a virgin and she wants him to take it.

Don't be shy bb, I am a slutttt for dead city Negan. Basically, think of this as if you were in Ginny's shoes, but you're 18.

Our Little Cabin

Dead City!Negan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, virgin reader, vaginal sex, fingering, family death (reader's mom), reader seduces the hell out of negan, extreme age-gap (reader is 18, negan is 50ish), masturbating (both), masturbating in front of Negan while he refuses to touch you, daddy-kink, breeding kink, cuddling, pure filth

A/n: If you like slow burn, sexual tension and a "hard to get" daddy Negan, this one is for you. I promise one day I'll finally write a fic without daddy-kink, but today is not that day.

"Can we go home now, Negan? My legs hurt." I complain, dragging my feet lazily through the leaves.

He stops and sighs, resting his hands on his hips. I stop too and stare at him. That damn cowboy hat.. I swear he wears it just to tease me.. and it's working.

"Yeah, doll. Sun'll be going down soon anyway."

"Ugh thank god." My head falls back dramatically and he chuckles as we start our way back.

Negan took me under his wing a few months ago when some assholes attacked Oceanside, killing my family and everyone I know. I was lucky - if you wanna call it that - enough to escape. I ran into Negan in the woods and it's just been me and him ever since. I'm thankful for him, considering I never had a dad or father figure growing up. My mom was my best friend.. and now she's gone. But at least I have him.

I've grown attached to Negan over the recent months.. But something feels.. different lately. I'm not sure what suddenly changed over the last few weeks, but I've caught myself imagining things about him that I shouldn't. Even touching myself to the thought of him. I feel so guilty afterwards, but I can't stop. I've never been with anyone.. never kissed anyone.. never touched anyone. And my body is screaming at me for it. I can't even look at him anymore without imagining what he looks like under his clothes.

"Why're you so quiet, kid?" He glances at me as we walk.

Ugh, I hate it when he calls me kid.

I shrug. "Just thinkin'."

"About?"

"Doesn't matter." And I've convinced myself it doesn't. I'll never be with someone romantically, because for one.. it's the apocalypse. It's not like I have a school full of hot boys lined up ready to ask me to prom. Not that I'd give them a chance anyway. I'd probably be more into the teachers. And second, the man I want would never think of me that way.

"That's not true."

"You don't even know what I'm thinking, so how can you say that?"

"Anything you think about - worry about - matters to me, y/n. So, spill."

We finally make it back to our little cabin. We've been staying in it for awhile, stocking it with food and supplies. No one has found us yet.. It's kinda nice. But I won't get used to it. Because nothing good lasts forever.

I throw myself on the couch dramatically, as if our walk that we've done a hundred times now could've killed me.

"I don't know... I just, I feel like most kids - people - my age have already experienced more in life that I have."

"Like?"

"Sex." I blurt before I can stop myself. I look to Negan to see his reaction, but he's surprisingly not that alarmed. His eyebrows are raised as he studies me, probably more shocked that I actually had the balls to say that in front of him.

"Listen, I don't really feel comfortable doing the whole birds and bees talk with you."

My cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and I nod disappointedly.

"Sorry, it's just.. I - no one's really talked to me about it before. My mom said she would when I was ready.. but then she.. she.." I fight back the tears. I hate crying. You can't come across weak in the times we live in and I've been forced to be strong my entire life.

He looks at me finally and sighs, holding his arm out for me to come snuggle next to him. It's not the first time he's held me as I've cried over my mom. Won't be the last.

I bury my head in his chest, sniffling, as his hand rubs my back.

"Alright, kid. What do you wanna know?" He gives in, feeling sorry for me.

"Well, I know how it works, but I guess I just wanna know what it feels like." I feel him tense underneath me as he adjusts himself awkwardly.

"No boyfriends at Oceanside?"

"There were boys.. but none that I was interested in."

"You'll find someone when the time is right. You're still young."

"Well you don't have anyone, and you're.. not young."

"Jeez, kid. Thanks." He chuckles. "I did have someone. A few someone's actually. Lost them all to this cruel world." He admits and my heart hurts for him.

"Well, you have me now." I get more comfortable, laying my head in his lap and looking up at him. He shifts uncomfortably but eventually relaxes and even strokes my hair lightly.

"Yeah, I do. And nothing is going to happen to you. You're safe with me, doll." Butterflies swirl around in stomach, but I know he doesn't mean that in the way I wish he did. He sees me as a kid.. hell, as his kid. For a moment my heart sinks from jealously at the "someones" he mentioned. Lucky bitches.

"...Negan.. does it.. feel good?" I blush a little.

"Sex? .....Yeah, doll. It fucking feels good."

"Will you.. show me?" I stare up at him innocently and his hand abruptly stops stroking my hair.

He bends over, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Time for bed, darlin'." He pushes me gently up and off his lap before standing and heading to his room. The cabin is small but we each have our own rooms. His is the smaller one, right across from mine. He wanted me to have the bigger one.

I sit on the couch, feeling defeated and stupid. What was I thinking. I relax on the couch for a little longer, choosing to read a book to take my mind off what just happened. After an hour of barely keeping my eyes open, I close the book and head down the hall towards my room. I stop in front of Negan's door, peaking through the crack. He always leaves his door a few inches open just so he can hear if anything happens. My eyes widen when I notice the sheets are barely covering the lower half of his legs, revealing the rest of his body. His tan torso is exposed, showing his peppery chest hair, and his black boxers are low on his waist. I restrain myself from not jumping him right then.

I eventually make my way back to my room and change out of my clothes, throwing on some shorts and a tank top to sleep in. I can't get the image of Negan's body out of my head and find my hand slowly making its way towards my aching center once I'm finally in bed. I close my eyes, imaging Negan between my legs as I touch myself. I don't bother suppressing my moans, confident that Negan is fully asleep. "Mmm, Negan!" The sound of his name rolling off my tongue as I'm pleasuring myself brings me closer to the edge.

"Oh, Negan. Right there!" My door suddenly swings open and I snap my eyes open to see a worried Negan standing in my doorway.. still in his boxers. My hand flies out of my shorts and I throw the sheets over me.

"Oh my god, can you knock?!"

"I - you yelled for me." He says flustered. I notice the way his face reddens when he realizes what I was doing.

I gently pull the covers off me again and spread my legs a little.

"What are you doing, y/n?" He stands in front of me at the doorway, refusing to look at anything other than my eyes. That's okay.. I bet I can make him look at me down there. I like the challenge.

"What's it look like?" My bite the tip of my finger seductively at him before sliding my shorts to the side, completely revealing my pussy to him.

He glances down with a serious look across his face, like he can't believe I'm doing this. And neither can I. This is so unlike me, but I'm so desperate for him I don't even know how to control myself anymore.

The fact that he's still watching encourages me to continue. I use one hand to pull my shorts to the side and the other to slowly slide a finger through my wet slit. "I just wanna know what it feels like, daddy."

I study him closely, noticing the way his jaw ticks at the nickname. My eyes travel lower and I see his bulge through his boxers. It looks so big, but I'd be determined to make it fit no matter what.

My finger dips inside of me and I arch my back a little and moan, putting on a show for him. He stands with his back against the wall, refusing to move.

I start rubbing my clit slowly and get frustrated when he still isn't reacting. "Negan, please touch me."

He rubs a hand down his face with frustration. "Goddamn it, y/n."

"I just.. I need you. Please." I cringe at my desperate attempt to have him touch me. I need this man so bad it's embarrassing.

"I can't, baby."

"But you like watching me, don't you?"

I take it as a yes when he doesn't say anything and that's all I need before pushing myself over the edge. "Negan!" I cry out as my orgasm rushes through me. Even in the dark, I can see the lust burning through his eyes.

"Go to bed, y/n." He demands but I'm unable to read his tone. Is he mad, proud, annoyed?

I fall asleep at the thought of him giving in and touching me. Maybe if I think hard enough, I'll manifest it.. I heard that shit really works.

Negan's POV:

That girl is gonna be the fucking death of me.

She's been so flirty with me lately and I've been trying to ignore it. But fuck if she's not making it hard. Literally.. I'm hard as a fucking rock right now.

I refuse to touch my dick while thinking about her. She's thirty-fucking-three years younger than me for fuck's sake.

She's confused. She doesn't want me, and she damn sure isn't getting me. Apocalypse or not, it's still fucking wrong.

I drag a hand down my face and sigh. I shouldn't have watched her, but I couldn't look away. She flashed her fucking pussy right in my face and I just stood there.. watching her. Fuck me.

My dick is throbbing and I know I won't be able to sleep until I get some relief. "Fuck it."

I pull myself out of my boxers and immediately start stroking my dick. I think about anything but.. her. Fuck.. y/n. That pretty little wet pussy dripping right in front of me. The way she said my name when she came.

"Ahh, fuuuck. Y/n, fuck." I cum hard and fast and immediately regret it afterwards. Fuck is wrong with me.

I can't - and I won't let myself think about her like that again.

Y/n's POV:

I wake up before Negan and decide to read my book some more in the living room. It's a romance novel that I found one day in an abandoned car. I've read it four times already, but it seems to be the only romance I'll ever get in life, so why the fuck not.

"Morning, sunshine." Negan says sleepily as he walks towards the kitchen next to the living room. He grabs a handful of berries we picked yesterday and tosses them in his mouth before making me a cup full and putting them down next to me.

"Morning. Thanks." I say without looking at him.

He sits on the couch next to me. "You wanna talk about last night?"

My cheeks redden. "Nope."

"Okay, then I will." Great, here comes the lecture. "Y/n, I shouldn't have watched you. We both know that. But, I think you're just confused. It's just been the two of us for months now and you're all young and.. fucking horny and shit. But, us? It can't happen."

I stay silent, pretending to read my book.

"Seriously? The silent treatment? You sure did have a lot to say last night."

I remain stubbornly quiet, popping a handful of berries in my mouth.

"Y/n, I don't understand why you're upset right now. Talk to me."

"I'm not upset." I snap. "I'm embarrassed.. humiliated. I was stupid to think you'd ever be into me."

He sighs and I see his head drop out of the corner of my eye. "Darlin', if I was your age, I'd be all fucking over you. Trust me. Please don't be embarrassed, okay? You are hot as shit and any man your age would be lucky to have you. We can forget it happened if that's what you want." He holds his arm out again, and like always, I snuggle into him.

"I don't want to forget." My hand rests against his white t-shirt and I want so badly to slide underneath it and run my fingers through is tummy hair.

A moment of silence goes by before he finally whispers. "Me neither, doll."

I look up at him, my face dangerously close to his. "I love you, Negan."

His hand reaches up to caress my face as if he's scared to hurt me. "I love you too, baby... Just not like that."

He wipes the tear that falls from my cheek and my heart shatters in my chest.

One month later...

My feelings for Negan haven't faded; I'm just better at not showing them. We've been more touchier than usual... cuddling on the couch, holding hands when we walk, but nothing "inappropriate." We also haven't mentioned that night. It's like it never happened, which still hurts when I think about it.

I get done bathing myself off after dinner and slip into my usual sleepwear before crashing to the bed and pulling my book from the nightstand. I could quote every line in it by now.

I start to drift off right before a loud boom hits right outside my window, following a bright flash of lightning. I try to fall asleep, but every time I doze off, another loud boom jolts me awake. I toss and turn for an hour before deciding to do something I know I shouldn't.

I crack Negan's door open slowly, trying not to wake him and gently slip into bed next to him. I also may or may not have taken my sleep shorts off, leaving me in just my pink panties and black tank top. I ease underneath the covers and lay facing him. He's usually a light sleeper, so between the thunder and me sneaking into his bed, I'm surprised he's not awake.

I'm completely still for a good ten minutes, making sure he's still sound asleep before I make any movements. When he lets out a little snore, I slowly slide the blanket down off of him. I imagine myself reaching over and running my fingers through his thick chest hair. I keep sliding the covers down further and further, careful not to wake him, until I get to just below the waistband of his boxers. My eyes trail from the deep v in his abdomen to the black hairs peaking above his underwear and I let myself imagine what it would be like to touch him right now.. to slide my hand down his boxers and feel him. I've wondered how big he is for so long.. trying to steal glimpses of him through his pants when he walks, or catch him with the covers down while he's sleeping.

I decide to pull the covers slightly further down and my mouth gapes open at the sight. He's hard.. so hard that I can see the outline of him through his boxers as it threatens to poke through his underwear. My mouth waters at his size and I know if he ever put it in me, it would definitely hurt like hell.

After I've stared at it long enough to feel like a total creep, my eyes travel back up his body and I almost yelp when I see his head is slightly turned and his eyes are watching me curiously, as if he's been waiting for me to make a move.

"I - uh.. The thunder.. I got scared." I explain.

"Nice try, kid. Go back to bed."

"Negan, please. Just let me sleep here. Nothing weird, I just.. don't wanna be alone."

He sighs and that alone tells me he's going to let me. I hide my excitement as I turn over, facing away from him and snuggling into the covers. They smell like him.. musk and leather.. and the scent makes me practically feral. He's still on his back, but my ass is barely touching his side. It's hardly anything, and it's not like we haven't cuddled before, but the thought of my ass so close to him sets my insides on fire.

Another lightning strike hits outside his window this time and I flinch a little, not purposely meaning for my ass to press into him even more. He doesn't react and I wonder if he's already asleep.

"Negan...?" I say softly.

"Hm?"

"Will you hold me?"

"Y/n, you are seriously pushing it. Go to sleep."

a few minutes go by before another boom echoes in the distance and I jump a little again.

He sighs heavily and turns over, draping his arm over my waist and pressing his body firmly against mine. His dick is pressed against my ass, but it's not as hard anymore... and that hurts a little.

"Go to fucking sleep."

I hold his hand tightly against my lower stomach and embrace this moment with him. I want him so bad that I can literally feel my vagina throbbing. If it could speak, it would be meowing like a cat in heat right now. I close my eyes and imagine him sliding in me from behind. I get a little too lost in the thought and accidentally arch a little, grinding my ass further into him. I feel him grow to full length against me and the feeling is enough for me to squeeze my legs together, desperate for some pressure down there.

"Where the fuck are your shorts?" He says in a deep and sleepy voice.

I giggle as he breathes heavily into my neck before whispering again.

"What the hell am I gonna do with you, baby?"

"Touch me?"

"I'm already touching you, y/n. My fucking dick is basically between your ass cheeks."

"Not yet.. my panties are in the way." I slip my panties off my legs smoothly and discard them on the floor.

"Y/n." He warns but before he can tell me no, I'm bare from the waist down and pressing my ass back against him.

"Trying to give this old man a heart attack?" He chuckles deeply.

"I can try harder than that if you want me to." I tease.

"Fuck, baby. Go to sleep before I do something we'll both regret."

"Like what?"

"...Like pound that pussy so fucking good you'll never think about another man's cock but mine."

"If you love me, wouldn't you want to be the one to give that to me for the first time? Wouldn't you rather it be you than some asshole who doesn't care about me."

He doesn't answer, so I keep pressing him. I place my hand back on top of his resting against my stomach and slowly slide it lower towards my aching center.

"Don't start something you can't finish, darlin'."

"Oh, I'm very determined to finish." I spread my legs apart slightly to guide his hand over my wet center. His middle finger easily slides between my slippery folds and we both moan at the feeling.

"Goddamn. Fucking dripping for daddy. He growls in my ear before leaning up a little and pressing his lips to my neck from behind. I move my hand from his, letting him take control - finally.

His finger moves back and forth between my wet slit, gliding over my clit every few seconds and making me moan each time. His other hand slips under me and up to my neck, gently squeezing my throat.

"This what you wanted, baby?" He breathes in my ear and chills spread over every inch of my skin.

I nod quickly as I feel my orgasm build from just his light touch. He hasn't even put a finger in me and I'm already on the verge of tears.

As soon as his finger rubs tiny circles over my clit, I lose it.. moaning out for him.

"Thaaat's it, cum for daddy, babygirl."

"Negan!" I scream out as his hand goes from my neck to my mouth, muffling the sound.

"Don't need the dead hearing us, doll."

He kisses my neck once I've soaked his fingers and then brings them to his mouth.

"Mmm, fuck, this pussy tastes so good I might have to eat it everyday."

I turn around in his arms to face him. My hand goes up to hold his face and my fingers play with his gray hair. He kisses my forehead before meeting my gaze.

"This is so wrong, baby." He strokes my cheek gently.

"Can't be wrong if it feels this good."

He tilts my chin up to press his lips against mine. It's so much better than I ever imagined. He knows exactly what he's doing, and even though I've never kissed anyone, he takes the lead and I'm thankful for it. I moan into his mouth when he deepens the kiss, his hand gripping the back of my neck now. The feeling of is tongue in my mouth makes me clench my legs again, and I think he notices because his hand on my neck travels lower until it reaches the back of my thigh. He lifts my leg over his and his hand slides to my ass, squeezing lightly before his long fingers tease my entrance from behind.

His dick is pressed into me painfully and I can't wait any longer. I need to touch him. Feel him inside me.

I reach my hand inside his boxers and pull out his big, hard cock. I try looking at it under the covers between us.

"You've never seen a dick before, doll?"

I shake my head no and admire him. It's so perfect.

He closes his eyes as I stroke it. "Fuck. So innocent, baby."

He kisses my neck while I pull on him even more. "You sure you want this, baby?"

I nod. "Yes, please. I've been wanting this for so long, Negan."

He lines himself up at my opening, my leg still draped over his so that he's in between my legs.

"Once we do this, you're mine darlin'."

"I'm already yours."

That's all he needs to hear to finally push the tip past my opening. I've never had anything inside of me other than a finger, and the feeling of his thick head pushing through me and stretching my walls has my mouth falling open.

"Tell me to stop, baby."

"No, keep going. Please." I beg.

He slides deeper and deeper until he's buried inside me completely. He stays still, letting me adjust. and kisses me through the pain. A pain that feels so good. I kiss him back hard, scratching his back while grinding my waist pathetically against him repeatedly. I moan in his ear and give him the go ahead to start moving. He fucks me deep and slow at first, letting me get used to him.

"So fucking tight baby."

He growls in my ear and vibration of his deep voice sends chills through me again until my pussy flutters around him.

"Holy fuck, doll. Do that again."

I squeeze my cunt around him again and he lets out the hottest moan I've ever heard. Not that I've heard a man moan before, but I just know that his are the hottest.

"I won't last if you keep doing that, baby." He warns and the thought of him shooting his load inside me has my head spinning.

After a few more thrusts that have my eyes rolling to the back of my head, I feel myself reaching my orgasm again and hold him against me so I can grind against him and ride it out.

"Negan, Negan, oh my god.” I breathe out as I push myself so hard against him that my clit rubs against his pubic bone creating the friction I need to send me over the edge.

"Goddamn." He thrusts into me faster and harder. "Gonna make me fucking cum already, baby." He tries to pull out but you tighten your leg around him so he can't pull away.

"Cum in me, Negan. Please." I cry desperately. "I love you. I want all of you."

He kisses me hard before his hips come to a halt. He practically yells out when he shoots his load deep inside me. "Ah, fuck! Babyyy."

The sound of Negan cumming is even hotter than his moaning from earlier - I didn't think it could get any better but holy shit. We're both a tangled, sweaty mess while our hearts beat out of our chest.

We eventually fall asleep with our lips still touching and his softening dick still inside me.

I don't even worry about the possibility of what could happen in the future.. I know I'm safe with Negan.. Here in our little cabin. He gently strokes my hair as we drift back off to sleep.

BOOM. The thunder crashes outside again, but this time I don't even flinch.

"You're not scared of thunder, are you, doll?"

I smile against his chest. "...No."

The End.

Brb, going to take an ice bath.

[writingoddess1125]

Ive Fallen

The moment they fell in love with you~

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk x GN Reader

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Luffy

It was the moment you had made him his favorite meal and said the magic words-

"Hey Luffy welcome back!" You say cheerfully as you set down a plate for a customer. Your regular Luffy coming in for his normal mountain of food-

"Hey (Y/N)!" He said cheerfully as he set himself on his normal bench. You already having his glass of milk poured as you set it before him and got his plate consisting of his favorite items you had already made ahead of time.

"I saw you were getting your boat ready to set sail"

"I got to get everything going for when im pirate king!" He said loudly, taking a hefty bite of his food. You smiled, always loving his optimistic ways.

"Well, I believe in you Luffy. If there is anyone who will become king of the pirates its you" You say cheerfully and give him a smile.

Luffy felt his heart beating like a drum and warmth developed his body. Like your words had kicked his heart into action-

"Oop let me go refill Mr. Yamos drinks" You say cheerfully as you go to continue your work, Luffys eyes following you.

Had you always looked this pretty?

Zoro

When he saw you training

Zoro was.. well lost- He had needed to use the restroom when the ship made port and it was like he made one turn and suddently his was in a deep forest.

Fuck-

So Zoro went to make his way back, unknowingly getting himself more and more lost.

Stumbling through a clearing he stopped when he saw you- standing there practicing formation and swings with your sword- So beautiful and powerful, he couldn't help but be mesmerized.

Standing there watching from the trees he couldn't help but feel some warmth come to his cheeks, finally working the will to approach.

"Need a sparing partner?" He offered as he stepped forward.

Sanji

When he saw you baking and trying the food some kids had made for you

They had made port to restock supplies, in his case get more groceries since Luffy ate enough for 5 men. Walking through the streets of the village he smelled the sweets before he saw you- in the window letting out trays of freshly baked treats with a smile on your lips.

Your smile drew him to stop midstep and watch. A few young children running past him to the shop as they held up their treats to you-

He saw the pastry even from here he could see it was burned and most likely raw in the center, the thick layer of flower on the bottom no better then cement. Any person with a pallet wouldn't be able to swallow it- not even Luffy. However you smiled and took a big bite of the pastry and swallowed.

Smiling at the child and praising them on doing so well- Sanji felt his chest tughten and warmth unlike his normal attraction bubble in his system, his feet moving faster then his mind as he approached your bakery.

Buggy

When he saw you perform for the first time

Buggy had stopped by a village during a festival, Normally he would have just raided the place but he had a soft spot for festivals like this- So for now the village was spared.

Especially since they had one hell of a hot dog stand which he gladly took part in. While standing there eating his treat he turned to see the grand bonfire that was being set up as music started to be played, everyone starting to gather and dance- And then he saw you.

Singing and dancing along to the music as you stole the show, twirling around the fire with others as your clothes seemed to highly glow next to the light of the bonfire making you look like a living star.

Buggy felt Hypnotized as he watched you, The way you sang, dance and your overall grace.

He had never wanted to see another person perform so badly in his life, a warmth Flooding his face and chest as he watched you laugh and walk away to get a drink. Standing up to follow and work up the nerve to speak with you.

Shanks

When he heard you singing while gardening

Ah to he back at his favorite bar

He stepped out to get some fresh air, the warmth of the sun hitting his skin and making him feel energized. His train of thought was broken however as he heard singjng?- this wasn't a area that had a choir or anything like that so it caught his interest following the song to behind the bar.

Turning around the corner he spotted you, on your knees in the herb garden thay grew next to the restaurant gathering things needed for drunks and food.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you as your voice washed through him- you looked so damn cute, paired with your singing it just made his chest squeeze at the sight.

"You have a beautiful voice" He said softly before giving you a sly smile, seeing you turn back to him and blush at being caught.

Mihawk

When you were sitting by the fireplace reading

Mihawk had arrived in a sleepy village, going to the nearest inn for the night to rest. Typically he would have just camped outside but the flash flood pouring over the village said otherwise-

Entering he spotted you right away, seated infront of the fire with a book. Normally he wouldn't bother glancing at such a sight but in truth he couldn't turn away.

You just looked so elegant? Seated so perfectly infront of that grand fireplace in comforble warm clothes, a cup of tea next to you and eyes focused only on the written word.

"Sir would you like a room?" The old women snapping him from his thoughts as he quickly nodded and paid for the room. Deciding it was best to just approach.

"What are you reading?" He asked, watching your eyes travel up to meet his and giving him a gentle smile as you tell him about the book series you were reading and offering him to read the first edition since you'd already completed it.

He accepts and sits at the chair across from you- A comforble relaxes feeling washing through him at this and he couldn't help but let his eyes fall in you.

Lovely

[cxrrodedcoffin]

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!eddie, sir kink, ice/water used in a sexual context, temperature play, restraints, blindfolding, fingering, oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (angel, babydoll), praise, pussy slapping, fem + afab reader, alcohol mention, slight crying but not really dacryphilia

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Hawkins in October was usually the picture of a perfect autumn town, technicolor trees in striking fall shades lining the streets under gloomy gray-blue skies, but this year had been unceremoniously hot, and you were starting to feel like you’d somehow been transported to hell in Eddie’s tin can trailer.

You woke up from your short nap to find the sheets bunched up at the end of the bed, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat as the heat hit you. You rose to your feet, walking to the kitchen before grabbing a bottle of water and taking a sip, the bottle cold in your hand as the cool water slid down your throat.

You sighed, dissatisfied with the heat as you walked towards the living room looking for Eddie, curious as to what he had been up to while you were asleep. He laid lazily across the couch, barely covered by a pair of plaid boxers and a loose black cut off tank he’d fashioned out of an old Dio tee shirt. He laid on his back, his legs spread slightly as he leaned against the arm of the couch, his skin covered in a light layer of sweat under the sunlight gleaming through the windows.

"Hey Edds." You sighed, bringing his attention away from whatever cheesy b-horror movie he’d popped into the vcr.

"How was your nap, babydoll?" He asked, flashing you a smile while setting the cold can of beer in his hand on the end table.

"Good, but I could’ve done without the heat." You answered, walking closer to him.

"Yeah, if it wasn’t for the neighbors I'd probably be walking around the house fuckin’ nude right now." He laughed, sitting up.

"I wouldn't mind that." You sat on the empty cushion next to him, warm blush gently rising over your cheeks.

"I'm sure you wouldn't." He laughed, canines peeking out from beneath his top lip as he smiled at you. He couldn't keep his eyes off of your body and before long he leaned into you, his hands on your hips as his lips met yours.

You threw your leg over his lap, straddling him before resting your arms over his shoulders, hand running lazily through his long dark hair.

The heat growing between you came to be too much, causing you to pull back slightly and sigh against his lips.

"God, it's too hot for this." You said, disappointed as you plopped back down on the couch, pouting.

He paused, thinking for a second before an idea presumably came to mind.

“I want to try something.” His words rang in your ears and your interest peaked, prompting you to follow him down the hall.

You turned the corner to the bedroom and he motioned toward his bed, hinting for you to lay down. You did as he silently asked, stripping yourself of your shorts and tank before laying down on the bed. He moved to the dresser, pulling out leather restraints from the drawer you kept your sex toys in.

You instinctively spread your legs and placed your hands above your head, eager to see where he was taking this. He secured your arms and legs to the bedposts, leaving you fully exposed for him before exiting the room. You waited patiently, wondering why he had left, a million thoughts running through your mind. Eddie could be mean, a bit more of a tease than you preferred occasionally, but he’d never left you tied up high and dry before.

When he returned, he held a bowl in hand, that familiar mischievous grin on his face, silently taunting you. You raised a brow at him, craning your neck to see what was in the bowl.

Ice water.

You gulped, watching the ice cubes float aimlessly in the water before looking back to him, unsure if you could handle the harsh cold against your most sensitive areas.

“Your pretty little cunt was getting too hot, gotta cool you down.” He set the bowl down beside your already trembling leg before landing a small slap against your inner thigh, enjoying the way your leg jolted underneath his touch.

He brought his hand to your cunt, middle finger prodding at your folds before withdrawing his touch and dipping his finger into the bowl. He swirled it around for a moment before bringing it to your clit, the cold contrast making you yelp.

“Just relax, angel.” He cooed, voice condescendingly sweet.

He brushed over your clit again, making your hips shift away as far as you could. He traced over your folds, applying a soft pressure as he went until he reached your dripping entrance.

He pulled away again, dipping his finger once more into the cool water before returning, experimentally pushing the long digit inside of you. The action drew a strained whimper from your throat, your walls instinctively clenching around him at the cold. He hummed in satisfaction, curling his finger up into that soft spot inside of you, your hips bucking softly against him in search of more stimulation.

“Not yet.” He chided, pulling his finger from you and giving your aching clit a harsh slap. You whimpered at the loss before crying out from the sharp contact, relaxing into the bed as you waited for his next move. He picked up a small cube, the edge of it more rounded from the time it had been floating, slowly degrading until it become one with the rest of the water. His hand hovered slowly up over your stomach, letting the ice drop teardrops of freezing water onto your hot skin until he’d reached your chest, your breasts glistening with sweat from the heat.

“Gotta make sure I cool all of your sensitive areas first babydoll.” He looked up at you through hooded yet concentrated eyes, determination in his stare. He wanted to break you, make you so sensitive you’d lose all sense of self preservation and beg him to fuck you in this heat, and he sure as hell was going to make that happen. He brought the melting ice to your left nipple, the bud instantly stiffening underneath the cold, your back arching up into his touch. Your moans were tired, the heat draining you, but you couldn’t stop yourself, your need for pleasure helping you push through the discomfort caused by the weather.

He circled your sensitive peaks, alternating between breasts until they were both covered in the cold runoff from the quickly disintegrating ice cube, your nipples peaked and sensitive to just the exposure to the air after the overstimulation he provided. You were practically panting, your mind slipping further and further away as he continued to tease, prolonging your delicious torture.

He brought his hand to hover above the bowl of ice water, fully submerging his thumb, pointer, and middle fingers before removing them and allowing the excess liquid to drip back into the bowl.

He used his free hand to spread your folds, giving him direct access as he pressed his ice cold fingers into you, his thumb meeting your clit as you let out the most pathetic mewl, the shock of the cold sending a wave of warmth through you.

The rough pad of his thumb ghosting over your aching bud was almost too much, barely any friction at all and yet you felt like every nerve ending in your body was on fire. He moved his thumb slowly up and down as one would when painting, each stroke making you clench around his fingers, the coolness only making the warmth inside of you grow.

The only relief you got was each short-lived break he took to refresh the icy water on his fingers, and each moment was met with a bittersweet end as your fading sensitivity immediately peaked again at the chill.

He glanced up at you, noticing the way you stared down at him. Something flickered in his eye and he abruptly stopped, standing from his place and going back to the drawer. He pulled out a strip of satin before making his way back to you, resting his knee on the bed before leaning over, bringing the fabric to cover your eyes.

“You’re too distracted doll, I need you to be completely relaxed for me.” He explained, securing the silk behind your head. You nodded, laying your head back onto the pillow when you felt him move to the end of the bed. You were practically buzzing with anticipation, every inch of your body on fire as you waited for him to touch you again.

“I need to get more ice, I'll be back soon. I need you to be good for me while I’m gone.” with that he placed what was presumably the last chunk of ice on your skin just above your clit.

“Stay still until that has fully melted. If you move, the ice will fall and I will know, and I'll have to punish you. Understood?” His tone had dipped, something dark, almost truly threatening lacing his words

“Yes sir.” You whimpered, anchoring your hips against the bed to prevent yourself from moving as much as possible.

“That’s my girl.” He laughed, kissing your knee before the sound of his bare feet padding against the old carpet filled the room.

As the ice melted the cold liquid slipped down over your clit before seeping through your folds, intertwining itself with the warmth of your arousal. The stimulation was overwhelming and you found it increasingly difficult to stay still, feeling your thigh twitch and not a moment later your hips following, a tear slipping down your cheek as you felt the ice slide off of your body.

After a short while you heard his footsteps draw near, and you couldn’t hold back the tears threatening your waterline any longer. The disapproving sigh that left him when he stepped into the room made your lip quiver before a quiet sob escaped you, tears starting to soak the blindfold over your eyes.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You cried, burying the side of your face into the pillow.

“I couldn’t control it, I didn’t mean to disappoint you.” You continued, muscles tensing.

His hand met your cheek, thumb rubbing softly over your damp skin. He pushed the blindfold up to your forehead, allowing you to finally look at him.

“You could never disappoint me, angel.” He whispered, smiling reassuringly at you. You sniffled, biting the inside of your lower lip. He placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, wiping away your tears before looking into your eyes again.

“But I still have to punish you, babydoll.” He said, brushing your hair away from your face. You nodded, smiling to assure him you were okay. He pulled the blindfold back over your eyes before moving back between your legs, anticipation setting back in.

He brought his hand to your core, gathering your arousal on his fingers before pushing two of them inside, the friction causing a moan to flutter up from your chest. He pumped them slowly in and out for a moment before removing them and bringing them to your clit, rubbing soft circles against your swollen bundle of nerves.

You gasped as he eased one of the ice cubes into your cunt without warning, causing your walls to clench frantically around it. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before, each clench of your walls earning a bit of friction, in contrast with the cold heightening your sensitivity to an almost painful level.

He withdrew his fingers, letting you anticipate his next move before bringing another harsh slap against your clit. You cried out, hips bucking away from him, only to receive another hit, his free hand finding your hip, holding you still.

“You need to learn how to stay still, angel. You don’t want to upset me, do you?” He questioned, laying another hit against your sensitive cunt.

“No, sir.” You whimpered, focusing on staying still for him.

He laid a few more hits against you, each one prompting the ice inside of you to shift, the melting liquid dripping onto the sheets as it slid from you.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He taunted, thumb rubbing against the apex of your thigh. You nodded eagerly, desperate to earn his affection once again.

“I don’t think so, give me a proper answer.” He corrected, laying one last hit against you.

“Yes!” You cried out in exhaustion, your thighs tensing as the ice water settled into the contours of your cunt. His lips met your thigh and you sighed, reveling in the soft sucks and kisses he gave you in a momentary show of affection.

“Now let's get back to beating the heat.” He quipped, that dorky smile plastered across his stubbled face.

His words sent a shiver down your spine and as he brought his thumb back to your clit you moaned, each cold stroke against you that much more intense from the newly perfect amount of pressure his digit applied to your sensitive bundle of nerves, turning you into a panting, moaning mess.

You knew how needy you sounded but you didn’t care as he brought his tongue down to your slit, pushing swiftly inside of you, lapping at the melting ice within. He moaned against your heat, sending vibrations through your core and you felt that familiar pressure begin to build in the pit of your stomach.

When you started to contract around him he withdrew his tongue and you groaned, upset that he’d denied you the orgasm you’d been searching for all this time.

“Be patient angel, or I won’t let you cum on my cock.” He said, and you heard the rustling of fabric, alerting you that he was finally moving to match your state of undress. You perked up at his words, waiting patiently for his next move.

He removed the blindfold before undoing the restraints on your wrists, thumb rubbing soothingly over the red marks they left on your skin. He positioned himself between your legs, hard cock resting against your thigh.

“Is it still too hot? Or do you want me to fuck you?” He taunted, wrapping his fist around his cock and pumping a few times, knowing how much watching him touch himself turned you on.

“Fuck me, please.” You whimpered, blush creeping onto your cheeks at how brazen all of this had made you.

“Whatever you want, babydoll.” He said, planting a kiss on your forehead as he positioned himself at your slick entrance. With one swift thrust he was seated fully inside of you, moans falling from both of your lips at the friction and lingering chill from the now-melted ice.

He fucked quickly into you, skin slapping skin hard enough to bruise and you felt that familiar spring coil inside of you again, all the teasing and edging leaving you beyond eager and desperate to finally find your release. You looked up at him, bringing your arms over his shoulders to pull him down to you, lips brushing with each deep thrust of his hips.

“I wanna cum sir, please-ah!, please let me cum.” You whined, interrupted by soft gasps earned by his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

“I’m almost there, angel. Just hold on a little longer.” He moaned, brow furrowed in concentration. He thrust faster into you, groaning as you scraped your fingers up his back, trying desperately to ignore the fire burning in your core to hold on for him.

“Eddie, please!” You cried, clawing at his skin as you waited for his approval.

“Go on, angel. Let me feel you cum around my cock.” He moaned, angling his hips up to slam into that soft spot inside of you, giving you that final push you needed to let the pleasure take over you, vision blurring as he swallowed your cries in an openmouthed kiss, nails digging into his back.

He came just moments later, spilling deep inside of you with a groan against your plush lips. He pulled out, brushing your hair away from your damp forehead before placing a kiss on it, sighing against your glistening skin.

“Such a good girl for me.” He mumbled, panting above you before rolling onto the bed next to you, his hand finding yours to lace your fingers together. Somehow, even in the middle of all this heat, you’d never felt more content.

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[chronicowboy]

i'd walk through hell on living feet for you

[ooffmlsorry]

Baby, It's Cold Outside

A/N: I swear I'm gonna work on my prompt posts after this but it was unexpectedly cold today and I was not ready 😭

Your feet crunched loudly underneath you. The snow comes up to your shines, forcing you to take high trudging steps. The wind is throwing snowflakes into your face, and your tears live short liquid lives before turning to ice on your cheeks.

So far, your first experience with snow is...hell on earth.

If hell froze over, that is.

The rest of the crew were completely comfortable in the weather, but what could you expect? The navigator was a polar bear after all. Someone had said something about part of the crew being from the frigid North Blue, which was suddenly beginning to make sense.

"There's gotta be something wrong with him," you muttered into the scarf wrap around the lower half of your face. It was swampy and damp against your skin, collecting snot and condensation from your breath. Disgusting. But at least it kept your lips and nose from going numb.

The plan was to rendezvous with the rest of the crew on the other side of the island. Bepo was leading the others across, and as the next best thing to a navigator, you were to guide and stay with Law to wait for them at this shabby excuse for a cabin.

You surveyed the white wasteland outside the window. A sheet of startling blue sky loomed overhead. Speaking of Law, you turned to look at your captain just slightly behind you. You couldn't read anything on his expression, but the fact that he didn't look nearly as miserable as you told you enough.

The shack you waited in had nothing except four walls and a fireplace--trees for firewood not included.

"How do you stand this?!" You say. "I'm so cooold!" The end of your whining turns into fake sob.

"Keep your eyes ahead, y/n-ya," Law says. The slight upward pull of his lips turns the neutral resting bitch face he normally has into an amused smirk.

You exaggerate your pout, "that's all I get?! This is my first time in the snow and it's awful! I'm freezing!"

Law chuckles. "It's not my fault you were raised on a tropical island."

Law only wears his hat, a coat--the same one you remember him wearing on Punk Hazard--and a pair of gloves. He's practically naked compared to your hat, gloves, scarf, dense coat, and wool snow pants.

You sigh loudly, your shoulders slump miserably in front of you. Law watches you with a twinkle in his eyes that causes warmth to bloom across your face.

The look in his eyes belays a fondness he normally hides.

He's enjoying this.

"How long do you think it will take the others to get here?" He asks you.

Business as usual, then. You walk back over to the shack's window to observe the sky.

"There's still no sign of clouds. In fact, snow blindness might be an issue for the rest of the crew. They're walking on a plateau, far away from any slopes so they won't have to work against any winds. I'd say three hours? Maybe a little less since some of you are cold weather natives." A draft blows cold winds through the cabin, making you shudder all the way down to your toes. "I can't wait until we literally blow this popsicle stand."

Law wraps his arms around you from behind. His front flush to your back and his chin resting on the top of your head.

"Oh?"

You lean in to him and stuff his hands into your front pockets so you can hold them. Gloved fingers intertwine. You have just enough room to lovingly stroke your thumb across the back of Law's hand. A wordless thank you.

"I won't listen to you complain about how cold it is for that long." Law's voice rumbles from. "I'll warm you up."

You watch the snow drift and dance in the wind through icy windows. You never knew the ice crystals people spoke of were truly crystals, until you saw them on the window. The last time you saw the sky this blue was back on your home island. Cloudless and comfortingly blue.

"It's actually kind of pretty," you say quietly.

"It can be," Law responds. He surprises you further by pressing a kiss to your temple. "You were too busy freezing your ass off to notice."

[tnsophiaonly]

HATED - SAGAU.

In which Self-Aware Genshin People loathe your existence and believe that you're the founding reason why they're not real.

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Tired of this obsessive and lovesick creator or impostor SAGAU? Then what about this alternate? Be wary, it's dark and we'll mentions of torture something ig idk

Basically. This is impostor AU and the real creator who looks like you is horrible af. And you're an actual impasta.

Special mentions (♡): @sleepparalasis @haru-tofuu

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Hatred. That's all they could feel when they see your face throughout the screen. Amusement. When they see your face wrinkle in pain and frustration when you get a standard character in through wishing or when you get the wrong stats in artifacts. After all, you were the one that made that right? You were the sole reason for your own pain, you made them in a fictional universe, where nothing is real. You're horrible for that and you should take the consequences of such.

That's why you're transported in this place, in which you thought the world was heaven before became your most terrorful nightmare. Hell, just like how it should be. Teyvat is hell. An upside down world, ruled by gods-demons and filled with darkness and pain. The world you created. Right? That's your fault. Your fault alone.

---

"Oh great heavens, that's cold..." you chatted out, freezing and shaking because of the cold. You face the wrath of the Cryo Archon's Nation. The home of the so-called organization, Fatui. Snow and ice were evident everywhere. And the cold, the cold was for sure affecting you. (Especially if you live in tropical areas or close to the equator? I feel so sorry for you)

Any bits of liquid that could be created were frozen within milliseconds. So you're sobbing just makes it worse, maybe if you actually used your feet and moved and found a place to heat yourself up instead of shining and sobbing, you could probably be in a great condition right now.

But you chose to cry. Pathetic really. And you expect this to be an impostor of me? The so great, almighty creator of The Genshin Universe? Absolutely not. I'd rather guide the Traveller to the absolute truth of this world at a fast pace than be, represented by you.

But fear not, I am sure I am able to at least give some potential to you... OFCOURSE I can do it. It's me after all.

But now i should really have this pathetic excuse of an impostor of mine to.. move and do something rather than cry and freeze to death. After all, I can't have my ungrateful people of Teyvat run after a very obvious impostor who's close to dying eh?

So, much to my dismay, I chose to give you guidance, see? Such a kind creator, you're a very lucky fella..

"ah-aaachoo-!" You sneezed, it feels like something just happened, but what? And why? Those questions are left unanswered. As you unconsciously started moving your freezing feet to walk and find some shelter to heat up.

Oh how the torturous snow storm causes you pain and despair. Why were you striving forward anyways? Your whole body aches. It hurts. Why. Why.

"You deserved it." The inner within of the core speaks.

You deserved it..? Why?

No one answers.

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After walking away which felt like centuries, you finally are met with a bonfire, a large one in fact, the only problem was that it's within a fatui camp. Oh god...

"Well, well, well.. what's a worm like you doing here for?" A taunting and mocking tone says so to you. Oh my Lord, oh it just couldn't get worse thab this, bits of electricity shocked you slowly, you were feeling the wrath of The Balladeer, the 6th Fatui Harbinger. You could only stay in your spot as you feel electro build up within you, hurting you, killing you.

You're sweating bullets of fear just turns to ice because of the environment, it was no use to run.

"Well well comrade, what's with the guest? I didn't know you were quite the welcomer!" A mocking and sarcastic voice taunted the hat guy, which earned him a glare for, the ginger bread- hair man had a boyish charm and looks, almost looking innocent if you didn't know better. Well guess it got worse.

The ginger head guy's eyes widen, as his taunting smile quickly turns into a frown. The mocking gaze turns into a face of anger, annoyance.

"Is that..." he muttered, bewildered and angry. The ginger guy quickly launched unto you, with bloodlust and wrath causing you to flinch, that's before the entire electricity builds up within you and completely shocked you to oblivion, and the ginger's defense mechanism, of course he backed down.

The electro flowing within you caused so much pain, overbearing pain, yet you did not scream. You did not scream in pain. That one thing The Balladeer was hoping for. Maybe the shock was too strong you couldn't scream at all? Yeah, that's it..

The electro shock died down, and you passed out on the spot. Yet you were still not dead. Despite the fact that electro burns were evident, and that you were crisped to the spot, you're still alive. How lucky, or should I say unlucky?

The ginger- you know what I'm tired of calling him ginger, it's Childe. Childe went close to your passed out body. Caressing your electro-burned hand, before gripping it.

A bone crack was heard, oh did he crack it too hard? No worries, he doesn't care. The fatui skirmishers walked close to the place "We'll take care of it Lord Tartaglia." The pyro agent spoke.

"No." The Balladeer protested, as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your head to look at him, ofcourse you're still passed out, and you had an expression of sorrow, The Balladeer could just smirk. It's the creator.

"I could make use of our Grace after all..." He spoke sinisterly. The agents were on the edge and so was Childe, it really was the creator, they were so close to jumping and killing you on the spot if it weren't for the fact that The Balladeer was there.

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The sound of chains vibrated throughout the dungeon, sweet little breaths and movements.

You looked around, it was pitch black and only one candle was the source of light, which was out of reach for you.

A swarming and overwhelming feeling of cold and warm was brushed against you, the electro infused chains hurt when you try to make even the slightest movement, why were you here? Don't act stupid, you're aware why.

You could partly hear the conversation outside. It sounded a lot like the fatui agents earlier, it seems they were discussing either transporting you or guarding you still.

Your breath hitches—which echoed in the room— when they mentioned Il Dottore. They're not planning on giving you to him right...?

You could feel yourself sweating bullets, your eyes showed fear as your expression scrunches into fear. There's a 50/50 chance, but you've always lost your 50-50!

The door opens, and someone steps inside, a blue haired fellow, walking slowly and causing an intense atmosphere. You could feel yourself shaken, not because of him, but because everything feels colder. At least that's what's on your mind.

The blue haired fellow caressed your chin. And forcibly made you look at him.

"My, what a wondrous pet The Balladeer has taken upon."

[bellaxgiornata]

Acquaintances

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings/tags: 18+; bit of light angst, running into exes, brief fluff, and a hopeful ending

Summary: He was once the love of your life in college–someone you'd been planning a future with–but seeing him now, he felt just like a past acquaintance in a bar.

a/n: So the concept for this one shot was something that I'd written about back in a creative fiction writing course years ago and figured would be fun to rehash with Matt (who forced my hand with the hopeful ending). But that whole idea of knowing someone so intimately and then not knowing them at all is just...weird and relatable. Also, this is set more towards future Born Again era if you can't tell by all the facial hair. Feedback is always appreciated!

Matt Murdock one shot tag list: @pazii @shouldbestudying41 @kmc1989 @ebathory997 @mattkinsella @yeonalie @shiorimakibawrites @xxdrixx @wkndwlff @leikelle @pinkratts @lazyxsquirrel @1988-fiend @marvelcinematiquniverse @carstairswife @stilldreaming666 @kiwwia-wiwwia @willwork4dilfs @will-delete-this-later-probably @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @theetherealbloom @yarrystyleeza @dramaholic18 @ladywholikesreading @sleepysleepymom @tartbeanpuzzles @harleycao @sunflower-tia @gamingfeline @juskonutoh @kezibear @ninacotte

“Ohh, wait,” Olivia said, catching your attention as she came to an abrupt stop. “What about this place?” 

Stopping on the sidewalk next to her, the city foot traffic began to stream around the pair of you. Your gaze followed her finger to the bar she was pointing at that you’d both stopped beside. ‘Josie’s’ was glaring back at you in red neon through the window. Taking a step closer to the glass, your feet unsteady in your heels from the couple of drinks you’d had earlier, you peered inside at the bar.

“Here?” you asked her skeptically.

You pulled a face at the dive bar before you, your eyes catching sight of the many gruff-looking men in cut-off shirts throwing back bottles of beer at the bar. The sound of rock music was noticeable even from your place on the sidewalk, and there was a sports game playing on the television that was hanging on the wall beside the bar. Despite you both living in Hell’s Kitchen, this place looked nothing like the usual bars the pair of you frequented to drink–certainly nothing like the bar the pair of you had just left.

Looking back over your shoulder, you raised a brow at your friend. “You want to go here ? I thought we were walking home.”

Olivia pouted back at you. “Oh come on, please?” she asked. “Live a little tonight. For me? Please just try something new? We can stop here for just one drink and then call it a night. For real, this time.”

Sighing, you threw your hands up in defeat. “Fine, if that’s what you want,” you relented. “It’s your promotion we’re celebrating. If you really want to finish your night out at a dive bar in Hell’s Kitchen, then I suppose I’ll support you.”

“Great!” she exclaimed.

Not waiting for you to rescind your answer, she excitedly grabbed you by the hand and tugged you forward towards the door of the bar. Throwing it open wide, Olivia sauntered inside on her heels as if she hadn't just finished throwing back shots at another bar a few blocks away. You stepped inside behind her, running a hand nervously through your hair as Olivia continued to drag you over towards the bar.

When the pair of you reached the counter, you squeezed between your friend and the back of a burly man. Eyeing the sticky bar counter, you very carefully rested your hands against it as beside you, Olivia caught the attention of the older woman tending the bar. You noticed she was also dressed in a cut-off shirt, a dirty towel slung over her shoulder and a frown on her face. As she made her way over, you could see the way she scrutinized the pair of you like you didn’t belong.

“Can I get you two something?” she asked roughly, resting both of her hands against the opposite side of the counter. 

“Do you have a wine list?” Olivia asked. 

The woman behind the bar shot her a flat look. “No, I don't,” she answered simply.

“Then we'll take two glasses of whatever red you have,” Olivia continued unphased, the wide smile still on her face. 

Wordlessly the woman turned away, grabbing two wine glasses and beginning to work on pouring your drinks. Shifting to the side, Olivia rested an elbow on the bar as she focused back on you, beginning to dig through her purse.

“A wine list, seriously?” you asked her, opening up your own purse. “Here?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “Doesn't hurt to ask.”

“Right, well, I don't know what your intention with coming here was, but I doubt it'll be to experience a good merlot before we head home,” you teased. 

Olivia shrugged again, throwing some cash on the bar before you'd managed to dig it out of your own wallet. 

“My treat here, you've bought me enough drinks tonight,” she told you.

You opened your mouth to protest but were cut short by the surly bartender roughly setting two wine glasses onto the bar beside you. You shot her a friendly smile as you reached a hand out to grab the stem of one of the glasses, but the woman's expression still remained sour and unchanged.

“Enjoy,” she said flatly. 

Without another word, she grabbed the cash from the bar and turned, walking away to focus on another patron. Picking up your glass of wine, you exchanged a look with Olivia as she grabbed hers. 

“Such friendly service here at least,” Olivia joked.

You laughed, raising your glass out towards her. “Just remember this was your choice to come here,” you said. “But congratulations once again on the promotion. I know you heard that plenty when we were back drinking with everyone at Rosewood, but I'm proud of you. And I just want to add that I hope your wardrobe increases along with that new salary of yours because you deserve it.”

“Amen,” she replied with a grin, tapping her glass to yours.

You brought your glass up to your lips, drinking down some of the wine at the same time as Olivia beside you. Though it was bitter and unpleasant as it passed over your tongue and you pulled a face while reluctantly swallowing it down. Next to you, Olivia cringed as she set her own glass back onto the bar counter. 

“Well, it'll at least help get us drunk,” she muttered, making a face at the wine glass. “So there’s that.”

“Not exactly my goal tonight,” you reminded her.

“I'm still going to get you to relax one way or another tonight,” she said, pointing a finger at your chest. “But first, I might need to use the bathroom.”

Her eyes darted around the dimly lit bar as she began to search for the bathrooms. Slipping your phone out of your purse, you turned to face the bar counter more fully.

“I'll keep an eye on your drink then,” you told her.

She murmured a quick ‘thank you’ before slipping past you, making her way through the bar and towards the bathrooms. Unlocking your phone screen, you began to scroll through your work emails as you waited for her. Absently you picked up your glass of wine again, taking another sip. You immediately winced as the unpleasant taste hit your tongue once more and quickly set the glass back down, pushing it slightly away from yourself.

As you continued skimming through one of your messages while waiting for Olivia to return, someone roughly bumped into your elbow as they sidled up to the bar next to you. Your hands fumbled with your phone as it slipped momentarily out of your grasp. Hurriedly, you attempted to catch it before it could drop down onto the dirty floor.

“Shit, sorry,” the man beside you quickly apologized.

Finally getting a grasp on your phone, you glanced over at the man that had bumped into you, lips parting to say something back to him. But the sight of him caused you to pause, your mouth left hanging open. Something about him seemed oddly familiar as you stared at the side of his face. 

“Josie!” he called out, waving the surly bartender over and paying you no mind. “We need another pitcher of beer!”

“I'm not putting it on your nonexistent tab, Nelson,” she replied, picking up an empty pitcher. 

Nelson? Why had that name sounded familiar?

“Oh come on, we're your favorite patrons and you know it!” the man said.

The sight of the woman actually breaking into a smile as she began to fill the pitcher took you by surprise, briefly breaking through your attempt to wrack your partially inebriated mind for how you knew the man beside you. 

Brows drawing together as you glanced back down at your phone, you kept repeating the name ‘Nelson’ over and over in your mind. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the man look over his shoulder at you before focusing back on the bartender. But then you saw him quickly do a double-take, his attention fixing back on you. You frowned, now entirely positive you somehow knew each other.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out. Swiftly turning where he stood, the man faced you and said your name in something like shock. “Is it really you?”

Lowering your phone, you glanced back up at him. And then it fully hit you now that you weren't staring at his profile. Despite the hair he now wore cropped vastly shorter than back in college, the facial hair he’d clearly grown out, and the fact that he'd traded band shirts for a suit, you recognized him as Franklin Nelson–your college boyfriend's absolute best friend.

“Foggy?” you asked, surprised.

Josie set the pitcher of beer on the counter, her eyes dancing curiously between the pair of you. “You two know each other?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Foggy answered, a look of shock still on his face as he continued to stare at you. “We were close in college. She dated Matt for a long time. But I haven't seen you in years !” He reached a hand out, roughly clapping you on the shoulder. “How the hell have you been?”

“Uh, good,” you said, still surprised that you'd run into him. “How've you been doing?”

“Good, good. Believe it or not, Matt and I actually did it,” he told you excitedly. “We opened our own law firm!”

Brows rising up onto your forehead in surprise, you felt something stir in your chest at his name mentioned once more. It had been so long since you'd thought about him now. Even longer since you'd last seen him.

Matthew Murdock. You'd dated back when you'd both been going to Columbia. You’d both met in a philosophy class that you'd taken during your early college courses while working on your different degrees. The heated debates in class between you and Matt had led to discussions which had carried on outside of classes. And those had quickly devolved into grabbing drinks together while Matt openly flirted with you. Eventually the pair of you had begun to date, becoming nearly inseparable outside of classes. Until your graduation day, of course. 

Your breakup with Matt had been the hardest breakup you'd ever endured when things had finally ended. It had ultimately been a fairly amicable split despite the pain of the situation, though. But you'd never spoken to him after you graduated, even after sending him one final text a week later simply saying you were sorry. He'd never responded to that text.

“Oh, wow, that's impressive,” you said, trying to ignore the weird feeling suddenly stirring inside of you. “I'm surprised you guys actually did it. That’s–that’s great, really.”

“You know, you should actually come say hi,” Foggy told you, enthusiastically gesturing a thumb over his shoulder. “Matt's here, too.”

For a moment you stood there awkwardly, mouth opening and closing as you gaped at Foggy. That strange and unfamiliar feeling began to writhe in your gut, one you were sure had nothing to do with the terrible wine you'd just been drinking. The thought of seeing Matt again with the history you two had after all these years that had passed just felt…odd. 

“I'm sorry, is that weird?” Foggy asked when you hadn't responded. His nose scrunched up on his face as he nodded, studying the look on your own face. “Yeah, that's weird, isn't it? Who wants to see their ex, right?”

“I–”

“Hey, who's this?” Olivia asked, reappearing on the other side of Foggy and eyeing him curiously. “You make a new friend already while I was gone?”

Clearing your throat, you shook your head. “Actually, Liv, this is an old friend of mine from college,” you told her. 

“Oh my God, that’s right!” Olivia exclaimed, her eyes going wide. “You did go to college nearby!”

Foggy immediately turned towards Olivia, sticking his hand out towards her with a large smile on his face. “Foggy Nelson, nice to meet you,” he greeted her.

“Olivia Martinez,” she introduced herself, shaking his hand in return. “So I take it the pair of you were catching up?”

“Somewhat,” Foggy answered, watching as she grabbed her glass from off the bar beside you. “I'd actually just stuck my foot in my mouth asking if she wanted to go say hi to her college ex. I mean that’s weird, right?”

Olivia's eyes lit up at his words and your shoulders slumped at the sight. You knew where this was heading. 

“Your ex is here?” she asked curiously, eyes darting between you and Foggy. 

“Apparently so,” you answered awkwardly. “But look, we are here celebrating you and–”

“No, no, no!” she exclaimed, waving a hand at you. “I don't mind at all! We can go say hi if you want. I'd certainly love to meet your college friends. Maybe hear some embarrassing stories.”

You stood there, your heart speeding up in your chest nervously as both Foggy and Olivia continued to stare expectantly at you, waiting for a response. Mouth feeling dry, you reached your hand out and grabbed your glass of wine from off the counter beside you, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Okay, yeah, sure,” you replied. “I can–can go say hi, I guess.”

“Great!” Foggy exclaimed, reaching past you to grab the pitcher of beer Josie had set down a bit ago now. “You can meet our other firm partner, too. Karen Page. You’ll love her, I promise.”

You hummed out a noise in response, grateful Olivia was at least excitedly talking Foggy’s ear off as you began to follow behind him through the bar. Raising your wine glass to your lips as you walked, you drank a few deep gulps of it down and fought back your urge to gag at the taste. Seeing Matt again certainly hadn’t been on your agenda for the evening, and now you worried about how seeing him was going to make you feel with the way your body was already beginning to react at just the prospect of it. 

In your final year at Columbia, you swore Matt was going to be the one. You’d had plans to get an apartment together in Hell’s Kitchen after your graduation. Matt had even been the one to suggest the idea of moving in together, often talking about how excited he would be to finally have you all to himself, not having to worry about roommates and dorm room rules anymore. You’d grown excited at the idea too, already imagining how your lives would blend together as you both steadily found your place in the city. You’d even begun picturing marrying Matt–though you’d planned for that to be far later, years farther down the road still. Sometimes Matt himself seemed to even hint at your futures entwining together with how he talked about plans he was making. Everything had always sounded so perfect, feeling like both your lives were easily falling into place as if they were always meant to. 

For the duration of your senior year the pair of you had been planning everything out together, covering every detail as you both laid awake–sometimes in Matt’s dorm, sometimes in yours. You’d be wrapped around each other, hands clasped together, discussing everything from how you’d furnish the apartment, to dividing up chores, to future date plans when you both weren’t so broke. You’d both even talked about getting a cat, joking back and forth about names and never being able to agree on one. But the entire beautiful image the pair of you had been painting together had shattered to pieces when you’d been offered a job all the way out in Miami, Florida.  

There’d been a job fair shortly before graduation. A friend of yours had talked you into attending with her and you’d gone, hoping to line up a few prospects somewhere in the city and end up with something in order to afford the apartment you and Matt had both been hoping to get together. It was just because your friend had encouraged you that you’d done it, leaving your resume with a recruiter for a position that you knew was in Miami while knowing full well Matt had no interest in ever leaving Hell’s Kitchen. He’d told you countless times over the years that this city was his home. You honestly hadn’t expected a damn thing to come of it though, forgetting entirely about the job shortly afterwards. But a few days after the job fair you’d been asked for a phone interview and barely a day later you’d been offered the job. And it had been the only job offer you’d received.

You’d cried in your dorm for two nights straight, lying to Matt about why you couldn’t see him and telling him you’d felt sick. And truthfully you had felt sick to your stomach. Part of you was tempted to reject the offer, knowing at some point you could have found something in the city here and continued on the path you’d already planned out with Matt. But the certainty of a job and a salary with an amount you could barely fathom what to do with had you struggling to say no. The only thing holding you back from accepting it had been Matt. If you knew he’d have come with you to Miami, you’d have immediately taken the position.

Eventually through tears you’d told Matt what was going on and why you’d been avoiding him. How you’d been struggling back and forth with figuring out how to make the right decision on something so big. He’d been the one to solemnly take your hands in his and insist that you take the job, telling you it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. He promised the pair of you would figure things out, maybe manage something long distance for a brief bit while he finished his law degree. But as the final weeks passed for you at Columbia, things had grown tense between you two. And after graduation, you’d come to the heartbreaking decision to end things with him, not knowing how a long distance relationship would work with the way things had already started to fall apart. Still dressed in your powder blue cap and gown, you broke down on campus amidst all the other excited students as you ended the years long relationship with Matt. You’d both sat together on Columbia’s lawn for an hour afterwards, crying and holding each other as you said your goodbyes.

And that had been the last time you’d ever seen Matt.

Until right this very moment as you approached the table he was sitting at, Foggy and Olivia walking a few steps ahead of you. Matt was sitting beside a pretty blonde, the pair of them laughing lightly with each other. For the briefest moment your feet faltered on the sticky bar floor as your heart nearly lurched straight out of your throat at the sight of him. He’d certainly changed over the years, but you could still tell it was Matt beneath those red glasses, that dark beard, and the crisp navy suit. 

But at the same time, it was difficult marrying the image of the man sitting right there with the same one you’d known all those years ago. Gone was the fresh shaven face and his black, rectangular glasses you’d always known. The hands that were currently holding an almost empty glass of beer might have been the same hands that had once tenderly held you all those years ago on the night you’d lost your virginity to him. They might have once been hands that had carefully and gently loved you, hands that had held yours and comforted you, but now they were attached to a man you didn’t even know anymore. 

The feeling that washed over you as Foggy greeted the table was impossible to capture into words. It was something that felt jarring and unsettling as you stared at him. Years ago you’d planned to have a future with him, but looking at him now, he felt almost like an acquaintance you barely knew despite the intimate past you both shared. 

Your hands tightened around the stem of your wine glass, your pulse racing as you mentally kicked yourself for agreeing to come say hello to him. He was practically a stranger to you now, both of you having lived entirely separate lives for longer than you’d even been together. What were you even supposed to say to him? He couldn’t possibly care about catching up with his college ex. 

“Matt, you are not going to believe who I ran into at the bar!” Foggy exclaimed.

You continued standing just a step behind Olivia as if you could somehow hide behind her. But as Matt’s head tilted curiously to the side–an adorable habit of his you were surprised to see he still did–the blonde at the table focused her eyes past Olivia and on you. She shot you a warm and friendly smile as if she could see the nerves written on your face, but the sight of it did nothing to slow the frantic pounding of your heart. You felt like you were going to be sick as Olivia continued to stand there, openly gawking at Matt.

“Who?” Matt asked curiously, a crease forming between his brows.

Foggy said your name and you watched as recognition gradually dawned across Matt’s face. It suddenly felt like the bar was closing in on you, both of your hands growing damp against the wine glass you were clutching.

“Wait, she’s here?” Matt asked next, shock evident in his tone. “Here in Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Yeah, buddy, I was just as surprised as you are! I told her she should come say hi because it’s been so damn long,” Foggy answered before glancing back at you, a bright smile on his face.

Thankfully Olivia spoke up first, giving you a chance to find your voice as you stood there, your eyes roving over Matt’s face. There was something strange in the way that it was familiar yet so changed. And in the years since you’d last seen him, he’d only grown more handsome.

“Wait, that’s your ex?” Olivia said, gesturing a hand towards Matt. “You mean to tell me you two dated in college?”

Tongue feeling heavy in your mouth, you nodded slightly. “Yeah,” you answered, your voice sounding a little off. “For a few years.”

Matt’s gaze immediately landed on you when you’d spoken, his brows twitching faintly above his glasses. It was hard to read the expression on his face with the way they were covering his eyes. Eyes that you’d always thought were so beautiful and expressive, whether it was when he was arguing with you in an impassioned, philosophical debate, or fondly focused on you as he confessed that he was in love with you. 

“I thought you were in Miami?” Matt questioned.

Swallowing hard, you tried to keep your trembling knees from giving out beneath you under the heavy weight of his sightless stare. How was seeing him again after all of these years having such an effect on you? 

“Yeah, I was,” you answered, aware of three other sets of eyes curiously darting between the pair of you. “Until almost a year ago. I was looking for a change and missing the city. Grew tired of the humidity and hurricanes, too,” you lightly joked.

A faint smile tugged the corner of Matt’s mouth upwards, your gaze dropping towards the movement. It was once the same mouth you’d kissed so many times before without even thinking about it. A mouth that had spoken so many encouragements and declarations of love to you, but also one that had told you jokes and brought you pleasure in ways that no other mouth ever had since. It was both familiar and not all at once.

“So you came back?” Matt asked.

  “I came back,” you repeated softly. “Suppose it’s no surprise you’re still in Hell’s Kitchen though.”

He shot you a small smile as he nodded his head. “I never could manage to leave it,” he told you.

For a moment the pair of you stood there, eyeing each other wordlessly in your own ways as the sound of the bar filled the growing silence. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Olivia watching you curiously, swirling her wine in her glass. To your left, you could see a smile gradually spreading across Foggy’s face before he glanced over at the blonde.

“Who says we pull up two more chairs?” Foggy suggested, loudly breaking the lull in conversation. “We can all get to know each other! Get reacquainted again and catch up!”

“I think that sounds like a great idea,” the blonde replied, that friendly smile never leaving her face.

“I agree,” Matt said, still focused on you.

Glancing over at Olivia, you saw the mischievous grin growing on her face. She gave you a slight nod of encouragement, her eyes pointedly telling you to say yes. Nervously biting your lip, you glanced back over at Foggy.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “That sounds good.”

Foggy beamed back at you before he turned, grabbing two more chairs from a nearby table and drawing them over to where the others were sitting. The blonde slid over to make room at the table, introducing herself as Karen as she did. Olivia was fast to introduce herself to the group, quickly making herself comfortable in a chair. 

Hesitantly you made your way over to the table, sitting down in the last open seat which was on Matt’s left. Setting your glass of wine onto the table, you slowly lowered yourself into the chair beside him. Matt immediately focused his attention on you and you ducked your head, feeling even more nervous sitting beside him after all of these years. 

“Hey,” he greeted you softly.

“Hey,” you greeted just as quietly back.

“It’s been awhile,” he said.

“Yeah,” you agreed, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes. “Quite a few years.”

“Guess that means we have some catching up to do,” he told you, a smile gradually growing on his face.

Your eyes spotted the lone dimple of his; it was just barely visible beneath his dark beard, but it was there. Some other feeling began to gradually fill you at the sight of it, this one warm and familiar in comparison to the way you'd first felt when you’d spotted him sitting at the table. You always had loved that lone dimple. 

“Yeah, I guess that does,” you replied, gradually smiling back at him.

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

MY ONE TIME WITH A DOMINANT GUY When I was single and 25, I met a guy through, believe it or not, Yahoo personals. Yes. He was into diaper slaves so I agreed to go to his house.

Now, as you might know through my writing, I certainly have fantasies of serving men. But I don't REALLY want to. I mean I don't find men attractive at all. Blech. But when I'm horny the idea of being dominated by a man, well then that becomes a fantasy. But it's mostly just a fantasy--the idea of ACTUALLY doing it is not all that appealing. And sort of scary.

So...why did I end up at this guy's house? I dunno. Young, dumb and full of cum.

He was in his mid 50s and lived in a very nice house. I wore three Attends diapers on the way there and had absolutely soaked them by the time I arrived at his place four hours away. I pulled into his driveway nervous as fucking hell and I contemplated just pulling out and going home.

Instead he came out, opened the door and took me by the arm into his house. Hot...yet terrifying! The night then proceeded like this, bullet points. *He marched me up to his bathroom and had me strip my diapers off. He then shaved my groin and pubes (we'd talked about doing this). Then he hosed me down. *He strapped a ballgag into my mouth, first time I'd ever had one in, and I loved the drool coming down my face. He also blindfolded me, then laid me down and put me into two diapers. He then started slapping my face with a dildo. Kind of hard. It hurt. Not my favorite thing but he was enjoying it. *He led me blindfolded down to his basement and had me lay on a bed and then shackled my hands and feet as I lay on my stomach. So there I was: Diapered, blindfolded, gagged, hogtied with chains, totally helpless. *With me trussed up and in my Pampers, he proceeded to work out, lift weights and operate his treadmill. He would yell at me to try and get out of my chains and of course I couldn't. I'll admit this was pretty scary. I had no fucking idea who this guy was. He could have been John Gacy for all I knew. No one knew where I was. And I was totally helpless. Of course I could nearly feel myself cumming in my diapers as I rolled around haplessly. *He undid my shackles and blindfold and ungagged me and spanked the shit out of me over my diapers while over his knees for a good half hour. He just kept me there while watching an NBA game and I kicked and cried, real tears. *He tied my hands above me on a bed and wanted to stick his cock in my mouth. I said no and to his credit he respected that though I'm sure he wanted nothing more than to face fuck me with his dick in my virgin mouth. Instead he took another dildo and kept shoving it in and then he would basically fuck me with his crotch, but he was wearing pants. His cock was hard as a rock but again, though he could have done whatever the the fuck he wanted with me in my predicament, he didn't force anything. *Untied me, got me all set, added another diaper to what I was wearing. Put me in a pair of tight gray shorts and a shorter T-shirt and took us to Applebee's to eat. I was utterly humiliated as it was pretty obvious I was thickly diapered. But the place was packed and hopping so no one really took notice, not even of him holding my hand as we walked to the table. Which I did not fucking want--again, men, ew--but I was so submissive at that point I went along with it. *Went back to his place and he stripped my diapers, bathed me, put me into two more and we went to bed. I laid next to him all night. I went home in the morning though he wanted me to stay the night and have more playtime when he got home from work. It was a good time. But scary. And not totally what I was into and I don't really regret going home. But of course when I'm horny now I do wonder what would have happened if I'd truly let him have my way with me. The fantasy of being a diapered cocksucker wouldn't have been simply a fantasy. But I'm happy it stayed fantasy. Right? Right. Right? Yes.

[misseviehyde]

CHRONO-TRIGGERED

The swirling chaos of the time-tunnel flowed and pulsed around me. My atoms were being disassembled, my consciousness projected through time. The pain was agonising, but I didn't care. I would do anything for my revenge.

I knew this was risky. This was a one way trip - no way back. I would appear in the past at the time of my choosing but with no control over how I manifested. I would appear naked and helpless in my own past - in 2024.

It was illegal to use this technology and the cost to acquire it had been astronomical. Only my pure focus had allowed me to achieve my goals. Time travel was highly dangerous technology to acquire, but I was willing to break the law.

Wheeling myself into the tunnel, I had been nervous. There was always a chance the machine would simply tear me apart - blasting my molecules apart with time tachyons. Worse - it might send me back 3000 years instead of 30. As I entered, the tunnel glowed and my experience of reality shattered and fractured.

For what felt like centuries I was suspended in the darkness of void space - cold and alone.

Then the world shifted back into painful focus and panting and gasping I came back to myself. I was alive, the pain of translation had been agonising and my newly reconstituted body burned painfully.

Naked I lay on the ground, upon spongy cool grass. Something seemed strange about my body and my voice. I felt... weird.

Sitting up slowly, I drew in both my surroundings and my bodily status at the same time. My aging masculine body with it's scars of time and it's useless legs... was gone.

I was now young and strong again... but strangest of all I was female. The unexpected tug of breasts on my chest brought a sharp feminine gasp to my soft lips. I reached up to feel silky soft hair and impossibly smooth skin. There was nothing between my legs, just the soft folds of a vagina and a strange feeling of absence.

This I had not anticipated - but the vagaries of this form of time travel was not yet fully understood. No one quite understood the technology - it was impossible to travel back in your own body - but I had somehow still expected to wake up as a man.

This was unexpected and possibly affected my plans in a detrimental way. Then again, as my ruthless mind turned the matter over I began to realise there might be advantages to this situation once I had time to consider them.

It was night time and I was lying on the soft grass of a garden on a warm summers night. Behind me was an expensive conservatory and a large expensive house. I recognised it Immediately from my childhood. At least that part of my plan had worked.

The need for my revenge burned bright inside me - but there were steps to take first. I hadn't walked for nearly thirty years, but standing fully upright, the senasations and muscle memory came back to me at once. The feeling was great but I also marvelled at my strange new feminine body. It was athletic and fit and I was curious to examine it - but right now I needed to get under cover.

Slipping quietly through the garden on my naked soles, enjoying the power to walk again, I carefully opened one of the side doors of the conservatory and went into the house.

I'd memorised the layout of this place along with some other important details, and I easily made my way to one of the master bedrooms where I quickly found a bathrobe and wrapped up my nakedness.

Then padding through the house I made my way to the living room where I found the towns richest and most powerful man Donald Grey gazing morosely into the fire. He looked round as I entered and his face twisted into a grimace of surprise and anger. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"

He leapt to his feet, keeping his back to me and his hand going to his mobile phone to ring the police. I stopped him with two words.

"Green Ziggarut."

"H... how?" he stuttered, his face going deathly white. "How can you possibly know about that?"

"I know a lot of things Donald," I grinned. "I know all about your dirty little secrets, but I also know some information that could save you from all of your problems. I only have one thing I want in return. For you to adopt me as your s... I mean daughter."

"Are you mad?" stuttered Donald.

"I know your wife is infertile and you have no one to leave your fortune to. I know that some recent investments you made have gone badly wrong and you're in deep shit. I know this because I have knowledge of the future. Help me out and I'll help you out. We could be very useful to each other. I don't expect you to believe me just like that. Turn on the TV. Go to the lotto and I'll prove I'm genuine."

He just gawped at me blankly, so I switched on the TV for him. They were about to draw the numbers on the lottery, so calling on the details I had memorised I rattled off the winning numbers. Moments later they were drawn out and I saw his mouth drop open.

"S..some sort of trick," he muttered. "Wh..who are you? What do you want?"

I sighed and calmly repeated myself. "My plans are my own Donald. Suffice to say that I mean you no harm - in fact it's possible we could come to enjoy working together. In my future you commit suicide in a matter of weeks and your vast fortune and wealth end up being wasted. But with my help I can ensure things go very well for you. I've memorised certain details that can help you out. Investments, dirty secrets of your enemies... upcoming events. Adopt me as your daughter and tell the world some convicing lie about me having been sequestered abroad in some expensive school. Use your influence and I'll be grateful."

I could see him wavering, but he wasn't fully convinced yet. Yet as I approached him, I suddenly glanced over and caught my first sight of myself in the mirror mounted on his wall and like a bolt from the blue I realised what I needed to do.

For a moment I was stunned. I was ABSOLUTELY fucking gorgeous. Sure, my hair was messy and my features unadorned - but my natural beauty shone through. I looked like a super model. No man would be able to resist this angelic face and beautiful body, not if I could harness it's power.

Suddenly my doubts and fears about my mission evaporated. In some ways - if I could learn to use this body to my advantage - getting my revenge would now be even easier.

I softened my body language, forced myself to be more feminine. I adjusted the bathrobe and allowed it to slip open slightly at the top.

"Come on Donald, believe me - it will be worth it having me as your daughter. Let me help you... you can even choose my name. I'll be the perfect, pretty little daughter for you. Wouldn't you like that?"

I slid my hand on his arm, and looked up at him winsomely. My soft lips in a pout I whispered in his ear. "Power and money Daddy, I'll give them all to you. Just let me help you, give me a chance."

Donald looked down at me.

"Very well... Janice."

Janice? Janice Grey?

It would take a little bit of getting used to, but it would do... I was Janice Grey now.

***

Donald's wife Kathleen took a little convincing, but after I revealed several more secrets she quickly came around. Our business deal was concluded quickly - under my guidance the Grey's successfully restored their fortune and Donald was able to work his way out of the mess he would otherwise have been in.

I was now a time criminal. I had altered the future and it was impossible to say what effects my actions would have. I didn't care... this was only the start. My true revenge was to come.

Meanwhile my new Daddy spoke to a guy he knew and within weeks I had adoption papers and a new I.D as Janice Grey. We paid a hacker a substantial sum to create a fake digital footprint and past for me. The story would be that I was a relative of Kathleen's and had been adopted after a death in the family. It was all rather flimsy in some ways, but money always solved problems like this and no one was going to be looking too hard.

I didn't trust the Grey's entirely, but they were smart enough not to fuck with me. I made it clear to 'Daddy' one night that if anything should ever happen to me, certain information would make its way to the authorities and the fate I had helped avert would catch up with him.

Kathleen meanwhile, whilst initially suspicious and slightly cold, quickly warmed to me. I needed to learn how to be a woman fast and she was the easiest one to teach me. I fell quickly into the role of a dutiful daughter and insisted we go shopping together and hang out together. I also got her to introduce me to her friends daughters and quickly made friends with a network of rich girls my age.

I had always been a quick learner and my focus and determination to succeed in my mission gave me the push I needed. I worked hard to immerse myself in femininity. I needed to turn myself into a weapon. I had to overcome my original masculinity and reshape myself as a girl in order to get what I wanted.

It didn't hurt that I was beautiful and charming. That just came naturally to me in this body. But with a little feminine help I quickly learned to enhance my already impressive attributes.

I learned to use makeup to enhance my beautiful features and clothing and fashion to maximise my sex appeal. I changed my body language and patterns of speech, adopting the bratty mannerisms of a spoiled bored rich girl.

The more I immersed myself in the role - the more I became Janice. But there was one thing I knew I needed to do before embarking on the next stage of my plan. I needed to have sex.

There was a confidence in my sexuality that could only come from losing my virginity. I had already experienced the pleasures of my new body many times - making myself cum with my fingers - but I needed to know a mans touch.

It came from a hot frat boy at a party. To test my skills I seduced him away from his drunk girlfriend and luring him to the bedroom proceeding to make out and fuck him.

It was okay for a first attempt... I was clumsy and unsure at points. It felt good though and I enjoyed the sensation of being taken by a man and being filled with his manhood.

I spent the next few months fucking around, growing in skill and confidence. As my body count increased - so did my repertoire - and soon I knew everyway to make a man cum... even using my feet.

It was nearly a year since my arrival in the past... I was rapidly approaching the time I would need to take action. I had planned for a year of preparation - but I'd never dreamed it would be spent developing myself as a slutty hot bitch.

It was time to have my revenge...

***

I had to admit... it was becoming increasingly difficult to stay focused on my task. My life as Janice had become all consuming. I had to some extent fallen in love with the rich life style of a spoiled popular brat.

My hot friends were a genuine distraction. I could spend hours hanging out with Chloe, Kirsten and Paige. It would be so easy to just relax and enjoy the pleasure my new life could give me. Being a brat did feel amazing and in some ways made up for the thirty years of pain.

I'd discovered a love for running and exercise - a sheer delight to be able to run and stretch in my fine young body. It felt amazing to be young and sexy. I had learned to love being a girl. In fact I was struggling to remember how it had ever felt to be male.

But the cold core of fury that had transported me across time and space still burned brightly enough to power my need for revenge. I was nothing if not stubborn. Janice was a compelling identity, but the universe still demanded justice.

I knew exactly where to go. I knew exactly where I needed to be. I waited at the coffee shop waiting.

When I saw the three of them, my heart nearly stopped beating. Tears came to my eyes and my hands shook. It was so vivid. We were really here... now... in this place... this moment.

I watched the man I had used to be sit at a table. I watched him kiss his beautiful wife on her lips and punch his best-friend playfully on the arm.

Right then I wanted to run over to the table and throttle her and smash his friends face in. I restrained myself only with difficulty. The rage was hard to process. He had no IDEA of what was coming, of the damage these two ingrates would cause to his life.

Jordan and Lisa - the two traitors. Images thirty years old flashed into my mind. Lisa's face a mask of ecstasy as she rode atop Jordan... her face a mask of evil relish as she laughed at how she was going to take everything in a divorce. Jordan... his eyes burning with cold amusement as he let go of the the safety release and the garage door fell down crushing my legs.

The two of them had destroyed me emotionally and physically. They'd left me crippled and broken - taken it all from me. All that had been left was rage and fury.

Looking at my old self - I felt a flicker of disgust. How could I have been so naive... so pathetic?

I saw Jordan and Lisa share a glance, saw her smile wickedly at him when my old self's back was turned. The two of them were just as evil as I remembered.

But now the two of them had no idea a new player had entered the game. I watched Jordan excuse himself and head to the toilet. I rose from my seat and popped the lid from my drink.

Walking like an airhead I deliberately crashed into Jordan and he gasped as my drink went all over him and his shirt.

"OMG - I am like soooo sorry," I drawled in my bratty voice. "Oh like let me get you some help."

I snapped my fingers at one of the barristas and procured some kitchen roll. Dabbing it against his chest I giggled and played with my hair with my other hand.

"Like I'm such a clutz. Mmmmh nice chest though, like do you work out?"

Jordan went a little red and I could see how pleased he was. At this point in his life he must have been about 29 and here he was getting hit on by a girl in her early twenties. I actually had no idea how old I was, but my fake birth certificate said 19...

"Oh don't mention it, it was an honest mistake. Unless... you were deliberately trying to get my attention."

"Maybe I was," I purred. "I do like an older man. Hey - I feel really fucking bad for ruining your shirt. Let me make it up to you. Me and a couple of friends are having a pool party this afternoon, why don't you come round - it will be fun. I'll give you my address."

Jordan took the piece of paper I pushed into his hand, it also had my number on it.

"Ohhhh like is that your frumpy wife over there, she looks kinda mad. She probably won't let you come."

Lisa was staring daggers at the two of us. Her face delighted me. I loved to see it. I knew that she would give Jordan the cold freeze when he got back to the table - but I also knew he hated being told what to do. He'd definitely come tonight.

"Oh, no... she's just a friend. I'm not married. I'm single actually. You know what, I will be there tonight... why not!"

I giggled and blew him a kiss. "I sure hope so stud."

***

Jordan and Lisa.

Their names and faces had haunted me for decades. Jordan- my so called best friend. A good handsome guy, liked to work out. Interested in the ladies and ultimately Lisa's willing dupe.

Lisa - the evil bitch. She'd hooked me line and sinker. It wasn't till the end that I learned who she really was. A cold blooded pyscho. She'd been embezzling funds from our company, sleeping with my best-friend and when I refused to go along with the blackmail they'd both arranged - they broke my legs and left me in a wheelchair for life.

She was the truly evil one, but Jordan had to pay as well. It would have sickened me to do what I was going to do once - but I had learned the value of patience and seduction. As a woman - my sexual revenge would be slower but ultimately more devastating to these two traitors than they could imagine.

First I would split them apart, then I would take control of each of them and make them suffer. As Janice... it would be almost too easy.

I applied my makeup on put on my sluttiest swimsuit - my head awash in my evil plans. Lisa and Jordan were amateurs. I'd had thirty years to stew in my own hatred and plans for revenge. They had no idea what was about to hit them...

***

"Relax... it's like only a blowie. Everyone here is like cool anyway. This is my place and my Mom and Dad don't care what I do."

Jordan groaned as I sucked his dick. His cock was a nice length and felt good in my mouth. I sucked and slurped, expertly using my tongue to lick the tip. I could tell he liked it. "Are you sure no one is gonna interrupt us?" he groaned.

"Fuck... I never imagined this is what..."

"This is EXACTLY what you imagined," I giggled. "This is what you wanted." I went back to sucking.

It didn't take Jordan long to cum in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. Giggling I stood up and wiped my pretty mouth. "Does she suck cock as good as me?"

"Who?" asked Jordan suspicously.

"That woman you said wasn't your wife."

"Oh... her. No we aren't..."

"Oh come on baby. I can tell when two people are fucking. I'm just surprised you're with someone soooooo old."

Jordan blushed, but the appeal to his vanity worked. "I... I guess it's kind of hot to fuck a married woman. She's into all kinds of kinky shit too.'

"Whatever... you can keep fucking her, but I wanna do more stuff together. Married women are hot but nineteen year old pussy beats everything baby. I'd like to try some kinky shit with you too."

Jordan was hooked. I could tell. I guided his hand to my wet pussy. "Now are you ready for round two babe?"

***

We fucked and fucked. Sometimes Jordan would come over and smoke weed with us or stay to party. My friends liked having an older guy around to tease. They all agreed that older guys were hot.

Jordan was besotted with me. I prodded and teased him about the kinky stuff and eventually he opened up. He liked dressing up in girls clothing... he liked to be dominated.

He wanted to try stuff in private. We did things... kinky things. Leather, candles, strap-ons - you name it.

Shame he never noticed the secret camera in the room.

***

"Hey you... you're that bitch that Jordan has been hanging around with. What the hell do you want?" scowled Lisa.

I grinned as I insolently put a foot in the doorway to stop Lisa closing it.

"What's the matter bitch - annoyed I took lover boy away from you? I have business to discuss with you."

"How dare you talk to me like that," screeched Lisa.

"Oh calm down. I'm here to cut you a deal. I need to warn you. Jordan has told me everything about your little schemes, but he's planning to sell you out. Look here. I found these documents - he's been collecting evidence of your embezzlement of funds and he is planning to blackmail you. He means nothing to me, he's just a bit of fun - I figured you'd reward me handsomely for helping you out...'

Lisa took my envelope and her eyes narrowed as she scanned the information.

It was all I could do not to laugh...

***

"What! But how did she get these pictures?"

"I don't know babe. She must have gotten jealous of me being with you and hired a private eye. They have long photo shots of me pegging you. Luckily my rich Daddy pays for counter-survelience so I found out about this. She must be planning to release the photos and blackmail you.'

"That fucking bitch, she's trying to double cross me. I'll show her," snarled Jordan.

I watched him get in the car and accelerate away. This was almost too easy.

***

The house was eerily quiet but the police were on the way. On the drive lay Jordan - shot three times through the torso. Under the garage door, her legs crushed and broken, lay Lisa.

I smiled a warm smile of satisfaction. Watching these two destroy each other was satisfying. But I didn't want either of them to die. I checked Jordan. He was still alive, so I staunched the blood and gave basic first aid.

Lisa would live, she was still conscious and her eyes locked onto mine.

'Y...you. You did this. W...why?"

I didn't answer. There was nothing I could say to explain my hatred. Lisa and Jordan would both live - but the police would find evidence of their embezzlement and fraud along with a lot of embarassing photos of Jordan leaked online.

They would live out their lives in shame and ignomy, Lisa in a wheelchair. I knew exactly how that felt of course.

I wondered what would happen to the other me now. Obviously he would be shocked by what had happened but move on with his life.

By rights it should cause a paradox. I had no cause to travel back in time now. All I knew is that I'd been told that once sent back in time - my causal loops were broken and I was a free agent.

I wondered if my changes to the timeline would massively effect the future? I hoped not. I had certainly memorised and learned plenty of information about the coming decades figuring that if I was going to be stuck in the past I may as well have knowledge and power.

I had never anticipated I would end up as a hot girl. I was in love with being Janice and now my revenge was complete it felt like I could finally move on with my life.

Leaving my former life behind to the wail of sirens and Lisa's anguished cries - I walked off into the night.

I was hot young and sexy. I was a rich spoiled bitch and I knew everything that was going to happen for the next thirty years.

This time I would live for every moment... this time I would live for me.

Well you know what they say... Tempus Fugit."

THE END

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

*images credited to Kim Kardashian Twitter, and CW photo stills

Anonymous Prompt: I really want demon dean stalking someone but I don’t know how to do that with consent? But guh just the thought of him.

Characters: Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Tags/warnings: 18+ only; this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester; stalking; exhibitionism; voyeurism; mutual masturbation; dirty talk; horny on aisle 3; fuck it, we ball

Words: 2,400

Author’s notes: #Mutual Masturbation for @jacklesversebingo

This did not turn out the way I'd planned, and it's not nearly as dark as I thought it would be. But I still love it! I hope you love it, too.

Thank you @brrose-apothecary @talltalesandbedtimestories @sam-is-my-safe-word @runawaydr3amerao3 @bigmouthlass for idea bouncing, and @stusbunker for the proof read and green light.

ENNUI

For some people, the passage of time is beautiful and magical; the smallest things are to be cherished. For others, time passing reinforces our connection with the world, marking each pulse of the rhythm of life. For her, time measures the loss and emptiness of what isn’t or will ever be again. 

Today is a milestone birthday for her. The days leading up to it have been punctuated by discoveries of new lines, bulges, and other undesirable changes to her body that remind her she’s steadily failing.

Since she had just two appointments this morning, she decided to close her office early and hit the pool shared by her HOA. Her neighbors are mostly professionals without children, and it’s Tuesday; she’s sure she’ll have the pool to herself to languish in the wet heat of July in the Midwest.

That annoying fucking saying ‘it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity’, comes for her breath and doesn’t leave. It seeps into the lining of her lungs, heavy and damp, slowing and weighting each step she takes toward the south-facing bank of chairs. Once she reaches the chair she always uses, she drops her canvas tote to the concrete and shrugs out of the sheer wrap before shuffling out of her sandals.

She bends to rifle through her bag for her tanning oil, and a faint chill begins to weave its way up her spine. 

+

Dean is sitting in the front seat of the Impala, swallowing the last bite of his Biggerson’s double bacon and cheese when she snags his attention. She walks with the measured confidence that speaks more of a dare than of enthusiasm. She’s alone, and everything about her vibe tells Dean that she’s more than comfortable with that. 

She doesn’t miss a beat as she makes her way to a randomly chosen lounger in a line of another dozen exactly like it. She lets her bag slip from her grasp, and her robe floats from her straight shoulders to join it at her feet.

She’s small in stature but she looks strong and fit—thick thighs and sculted arms, a narrow waist, and curves upon curves. Dean's never cared much about short, tall, fat, thin; he likes women and sex, and if he hits it off with someone, he’s down to fuck.

But this woman is a work of art.

He watches her dig through her bag, dragging his gaze from her delicate ankles and smooth calves and thighs to the generous curve of her ass. He imagines wrapping arms around her, lifting her to carry her to... bed, most likely.

He chuckles to himself. 

She takes a seat half-upright with her legs outstretched and applies oil to her bronze skin. He wishes he could rub it in for her. He lets himself believe she can read his mind, that she's doing this for him, putting on a show just for him. 

Why not? 

When she unties her bikini top to expose her full, heavy tits and dusky nipples, he doesn’t think twice about popping the button on his jeans and pulling his hot, persistently hard cock from his boxers.

+

As she had hoped, she’s alone at the pool. The small cluster of townhouses where she lives and the complexes on either side are as quiet as any Tuesday afternoon. Other than the birds and squirrels in the trees, she’s got the place to herself.

Well, and the old black Chevy parked at the Biggerson’s next door and the shadowy figure within. She may be cynical, but she’s self-aware, and she’s going to squeeze every drop of pleasure from this bland existence as possible. 

She’s always been an exhibitionist, definitely a thrill-seeker.  She pulls the tie at her neck until the triangles, scarcely covering her breasts, fall away. Then she splashes oil across her collarbones, letting it heat and drip down and around, and between her breasts. 

She flicks her shaded eyes to the car before hefting and massaging the full mounds of flesh, then sighs and nuzzles into her lounger. She bites her bottom lip hard as she pinches and twists her puckered nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

She notices the figure shifting in the driver’s seat. They don’t start the engine or exit the vehicle. Instead, they lift a palm to their mouth and, she imagines, they spit before the hand disappears out of her sight once more.

“Fuck,” she whispers with a smile as she settles her head back against the plush headrest, dragging one hand down her torso and pushing it into her bikini bottoms.

+

That smirk.

Dean looks around the parking lot to find no one else around—it’s as empty as her pool area. He looks back to see that she’s planted her feet on the ground on either side of her chair, her legs spread open, and one hand working rough and slow in her bikini bottoms while the other pulls at her nipples.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart. Do it for me,” Dean mutters, twisting and pumping his cock. 

He grunts and groans as she pulls her hand from her bathing suit and lifts it to her mouth. She raises her head, then, and pushes two fingers between her luscious lips. She sucks and licks her fingers, taking her time, and Dean wishes she wasn’t wearing those mirrored sunglasses. He wants to see her eyes.

Are they blue? Green? Brown?

Is she watching him like he’s watching her?

After what feels like the longest and most uncertain staring contest, she pushes her fingers back between her legs. She doesn’t immediately put her head back, though. This time, she licks her lips and grips the edge of her chair with the hand she isn't using to fuck herself.

“That’s right, good girl, show me how you like it.”

He grips the steering wheel as he pumps himself until her mouth drops open and she starts to tremble. Her gorgeous tits bounce and her hips undulate, and, before he knows it, he’s spurting hot over his fist. 

+

She slams her head back against the headrest, sweating and panting even more than she was from the afternoon sun. She feels gooey and giddy, and light. She opens her eyes and heaves a sigh of satisfaction, pitching forward to look across the pool to Biggerson’s parking lot.

A flash inside the car lights a cigarette, and she catches the first glimmer of the dark stranger. He holds her gaze for a beat, the flame’s reflection dancing in eyes so dark they appear black, before throwing the zippo closed and roaring from the empty lot.

She sighs again as she sits up straight and ties her top back in place before standing, stretching, and striding toward the pool to dive in. The water is cool and calm as she strokes from one end of the pool and back again three times before barrel-rolling to her back to aimlessly float. A light breeze ruffles the leaves overhead, making the sunlight flicker like a strobe. 

After a while, she draws a deep breath before tucking into herself to blissfully sink to the bottom of the muted 4-foot depth.

+

“Sure.” Dean nods and rolls his eyes as Crowley nags him on the other end of the line.  

Crowley gave him a job, which is what brought him to her town, and he really should do it—to calm The Mark and keep the peace with the King of Hell—but he’d rather be knocking on her front door. 

Seeing her yesterday has completely derailed his plans. It’s been years since he felt an instant connection with someone like he feels with her. Separated by the green vining through the black chain link and shade inside his car, he felt her. He wants to feel more. 

“I’ll take care of it, OK?”

He isn’t lying, not really; he’ll take the guy out, just not right now. He’s... preoccupied.

“Now, Dean. Not tomorrow, not next week-”

“Yeah. I know. I’ll get it done. Bye.”

Dean cuts the line and tosses his phone to the passenger seat then looks up just in time to see her exiting her townhome. She’s wearing those stretchy kinds of pants women wear to the gym with heeled boots and a leather jacket. Dean has no idea what the fuck that outfit is all about, but her ass looks incredible. She takes even steps with her head held high. The view from behind her is infuriating. With every stride, her ass plumps and sways, and her wide hips tease him relentlessly.

He fires up the engine and puts the car in Drive before carefully pulling away from the curb to follow her. 

He pictures what she’d look like bent over the hood of the Impala. He imagines yanking those stupid fucking pants down to her knees and kicking her heeled feet wide. She’d moan and arch her back, presenting her perfect, bare ass to him. He’d smack it, and she’d yelp, begging for more. 

She’d beg. And he’d grab a fistful of her shiny black hair to twist and squeeze as he slammed inside her over and over.

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing the heel of his palm down onto his ever-present and now throbbing erection.

He watches her toss her hair as she turns into a storefront six blocks from her front door, and Dean slides into another parallel spot and waits.

+

The drugstore door closes behind her, and she’s instantly enveloped by artificially cooled air. One of the many things she despises about midwestern summers is the necessity of air conditioning. She procrastinates turning hers on inside her townhouse every season as long as possible, but when her clients begin to complain, she gives in.  

She doesn’t waste time browsing for anything other than what she came for—eye cream. Yesterday’s existential crisis is a distant memory, surpassed by him. 

She thinks it’s silly that he’s trying to be stealthy, parking a block down the road, like she didn’t see that ridiculous car of his in front of her house before she even opened her door. This game of cat and mouse is fun for her, though. There’s mystery and suspense. It distracts her from the mundane.

She pays for her eye cream and drops it into her handbag before replacing her sunglasses over her eyes. She doesn’t know the rules of this game they’re playing, but she’s never played by anyone’s rules except her own, so it doesn’t really matter.

Back out in the heat, she pauses before heading toward the restaurant to meet a friend for lunch. Sunlight beams off the chrome bumper of his car, making her squint even with her sunglasses on. She shields her eyes and tosses him a smirk, then turns to walk the other direction.

+

She sees him now, and she saw him yesterday.

That fucking smirk of hers is the guarantee he needs. Every step she takes and every move she makes is an invitation, and he has to think long and hard about whether that’s a good thing or not. Because he’s sure that not only does she see that he’s watching her, but that once she sees him up close and personal, she’ll see who he really is.

She’s a kindred spirit. He knows this as well as anyone knows when they find that person, that connection. He doesn’t know what the connection is exactly, but he knows it’s there, and it’s undeniable.

But can she hold her own with him?

He decides to follow her with renewed purpose. 

+

After lunch, she stops at a consignment shop, the florist, and the liquor store. She wanders along the selection of wines, row by row, waiting. She doesn’t have to wait much longer, though.

“Lotta choices, huh?”

The ticking of her heart speeds up from the sound of his thick, masculine voice. It’s only been 24 hours, but she’s been on tenterhooks, willing him to approach her, and it’s finally happening.

Then she turns to face him and gasps.

He’s gorgeous—tall, broad-shouldered, perfectly proportioned, defined, angular jawline, thick eyelashes, and a mouth that has her rapidly dampening her underwear. But it’s his eyes that give her pause. 

Sparkling obsidian. She wasn’t imagining what she witnessed yesterday. Then he blinks to reveal the most exquisite jade. Her skin crackles with anticipation. He’s like no one or thing she’s ever seen before.

She wants to know everything.

“Small talk? After all we’ve been through together?” she murmurs, shifting into him like he’s a black hole that will never let her go. 

She can’t- won’t deny him.

+

He narrows his gaze and slowly tilts his head, studying her face. 

“Honey, we can talk about anything you want.” He scans her bright, whiskey eyes and the straight bridge of her nose leading to the enticing pitch of her top lip. “But I’d rather do something else with my mouth.”

Her eyelids flutter and he chuckles, teasing the backs of his incisors with the tip of his tongue. He reaches for her, tucking one hand under the back of her hair and bringing her the last few inches closer. 

“Like what?” she whispers, and he meets her trembling lips with a firm, insistent kiss. 

“I think you know,” he mutters, turning and pressing her against the selection of Australian whites.

She hums, draping her arms around his neck. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Dean drags her flush against him by her waist and twists his fist in the back of her long, raven hair. And he tells her what she wants to hear.

“I’m gonna taste every inch of you.” He mumbles against her throat and lower. “I’m gonna suck those beautiful tits and bite your tight nipples.” He pushes a knee between her thighs and lifts until his leg meets the hot, damp crotch of her thin, stretchy pants, then scrapes his teeth over the shell of her ear. “And I’m gonna lick and play with your little clit until you're begging me to fuck you. And then I’ll lick you some more.”

She grinds over his thigh. “We gonna do this here?” she breathes. 

Dean huffs a laugh as he steps away, setting her back on her own two feet. He holds her hand and her gaze. “Yeah, I know how much you like an audience. But I want you naked and I don’t wanna share you.”

She swallows and nods. “What’re we waiting for?”

Dean grins and spins toward the door, leading her out into the afternoon sun.

Dean Winchester Masterlist | MJ’s Masterlist

[oonajaeadira]

Okay, who wants to hear about today's moment of magic?

Long story under the cut.

So the SO and I are getting married next month. It's really not a big deal, we're literally going down to the courthouse with @feathersandfoxtails and another bestie on the anniversary of our first date, signing the papers and doing an at-the-counter ceremony. We've been together for 14 years and own a house and a dog together. When it comes to loving and pledging our lives to each other, it's something we've grown into and we choose each other every day. Our families know we're good for life, so there's really no reason to spend a bunch of money on a ceremony. We've got everything we need, we go on "honeymoons" all the time, and we're both theater people, so it's just another event to plan and stage manage and produce and honestly, we'd both just rather put on another show with that cash than have our moms get nuts about invite lists and catering choices.

ANYWAY. With 2025 looming and all the uncertainty it's bringing, I just want it to be official in the eyes of the state so that's never a question. This dude goes up to the cabinland by himself and builds cabins 7 feet off the ground and runs chainsaws and such. If he ends up in the hospital, I don't want to be turned away from holding his hand through an amputation, you know? He's the most honest, trustworthy, good-hearted man I've ever met (if not sometimes frustratingly stubborn about being right all the damn time), and we share the same taste in just about everything. He's an inch shorter than Pedro with shoulders just as broad and eyes just as brown and a good mix of Frankie and Pero and Din and he puts up with my weirdness and I'm not letting him go.

So at one point he asks me if I'd like a ring. And I said no, mostly because I have a million rings and I like to switch them out and I'm not going to be taking up a good finger with one ring forever. My ladybits may be monogamous, but I'm not forcing that on any of my fingers. (That came out wrong. Oh well.) Besides, he's in carpentry. He doesn't like jewelry, much less wear it.

"I would for you," he said.

Cue melting.

But. Also. Another unnecessary expense. (Also, in true mischief fashion, I want to keep the marriage a secret just to see the looks on people's faces when someone like my nosy aunt's like "when you getting married?" and I can say, "oh, we are. Anyway. Pass that turkey...")

And that was that. Until I saw the script they walk you through at the courthouse.

At first glance, it's pretty short, literally an exchange of "do you?/ I dos" and exchange of rings and signing of the certificate by all the parties. No changes allowed, no vows, no "you may kiss," just cut and dry, like 2 minutes tops.

*record scratch* Exchange of rings. No changes. Aw hell.

Cue my online auction addiction. Did I mention that I have an online auction addiction? Surprise! There's a lot of lakeside property in Minnesota and rich folks come and go, passing on or downsizing or whatnot, and there's always fun estate sales going on, which is where I get a lot of my instruments and fun witchy supplies.

Literally the day I read that marriage script and was wondering if I could just fish out some rings from my jewelry box to suffice, this auction came up:

What you are looking at are two antiquities, Viking-era brass rings circa 850 - 1050 CE, the gold plating is pitted and old, but they've been restored and preservation-sealed. I did a lot of research on them and the company that they came from (as well as digging up info on antiquities/museum relations and dealers that may come in handy for a Thief fic at one point), and they're the real deal.

The sizes weren't listed (they were packaged in conservation envelopes, the box is mine) and so I lowballed a bid and was surprised that nobody outbid me. That never happens.

I told the SO that I'd won them and he's like, cool, how do you know they'll fit? I said I didn't. They're not meant to be worn. We use them for the ceremony and then shadowbox and display them nicely. If they don't really fit properly, that's okay, they're only there to fulfill the script. I'm not really getting a fancy dress or anything like that, so we might as well have one little piece of magic on the day. I just thought ancient Viking rings would be cool because he loves history and I've got me some Scandinavian blood and Viking thighs.

But y'all. The magic continues. Because I picked them up today...

And they fit us. Exactly. I'm kinda freaking out about it.

Even my atheist SO looked at me and said, "Hot damn. It's like it's meant to be."

Damn straight, boyfriend. Damn straight.

[atlas-nsfw]

So firstly, I love your Monster Ark concept! It's so fun and good and so so very hot! That hellhound piece was 🥵 🥵 🥵!!!!!! I also am a sucker for lore so I love the lore posts for each monster type.

Secondly, if you're still taking requests (I believe you are but I scrolled fairly far down your blog so please ignore me if I missed you saying you'd closed them) I'd love to hear something about Centaurs in the Monster Ark, with a fem protagonist? The idea of the centaurs using a harness to strap the humans to them for on the go fucking is always delicious but also please go in any direction you'd like!!!!!!! And as I said before feel free to ignore this, I'm just happily here for whatever you feel inclined to write! Thank you so much for sharing your work!

Hehe found some time to finish this! I thought Addy from the hellhound piece would be the perfect protagonist for his as well. Not terrible long since I am in essay hell rn with school.

Addy finally managed to escape the witch after having several litters of hellhounds but her luck hadn’t turned just yet. After fleeing the witchwood, she came upon rolling plains. Her hunt for food and water was cut short there, when a herd of centaur surrounded her. She didn’t understand what they were saying but she recognized how they looked at her.

They wasted no time tying Addy up. One of them tied her like a dead deer over her back and took her to their camp like that. Once there, they talked among themselves about what to do with her. One of them finally wins the argument it seems as two centaurs grab her and drag her to him as another places leather straps around his body.

He begs and pleas fall on deaf ears as she sees his massive cock, already erect for her. The centaurs holding her maneuvered her into the straps, her arms bound behind her back and legs bent at the knees as her head hung down. She was still a couple feet off the ground. Her legs spread. With some help from the others, the centaur above her aligns his cock between her legs. One of them jerks on the straps, yanking her back and sinking the cock deep inside her belly. She cries out as it fills her.

The pain faded as the centaur started walking. Her tattoo glowed, working to suppress the pain and instead spread a sickening pleasure through her as the cock inside her rubbed against her walls. She would stay there until it was time for the herd to rest, then be given to the next centaur to use.

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Part of the Monster Ark verse.

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Hellhounds x Addy (Hallhound pack x cis!woman human, noncon)

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I see you have requests open, I'd like to request a Carmilla x male! reader angst turned comfort.

Dating her for a few months and having an argument with her (something small) but due to stress and worry of the extermination due soon it escalates quickly and the reader ends up leaving their place ending up alone on extermination day. They discover Clara & Odetta caught outside during extermination and save their lives (with Carmilla absent for some reason) but the reader gets badly injured in the process, initially refusing their help to stay away from Carmilla.

ℝ𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖

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“I told you to stop moving everything,” Cementing her words by snatching the item held in your hand, placing it back where it was originally. “It’ll just waste time if we need to leave.”

“It’s one thing, how much does it really matter?”

“When they come down, every second counts…”

Honestly, you both knew she was right, but with how close the day was you were both stressed to the ends of hell.

“I guess so…”

“I guess? You almost ruin the plan that could save our lives and that's all you have to say, I guess?”

“If I’m truely that destructive I’ll leave,” Pausing your sentence to turn around and start walking off, “Don’t want to get you killed.”

You didn’t feel bothered to grab any of your belongings before leaving, not that she would let you after that arguement.

***

Lucifer, it’s been days since you’ve been Carmilla. Much more since the girls have shown their faces, but with the extermination happening in a few minutes it’s understandable. The price on her head is large enough, surely Clara and Odette have a fair price as well. You probably have one too, not that you’ll ever know what it actually is.

Pulled out of your thoughts by something golden shining from above, forcing yourself to turn away and not be blinded. When it had died down you looked back, only to be face to face with a mask heading straight towards you. Within seconds you’ve been shoved to the ground, losing your breath.

Something silver and shiny flashed in your sight before being slammed down, just missing your arm. Able to push the angel away quickly and harshly enough to the point they lose their grip on the weapon, allowing you to grab it. Which they didn’t seem aware of.

Trying to charge you again just for them to not get close, the end of the spear lodging itself into their chest. Their movements slowed before coming to a stop, pulling the spear up and out to continue on. Not before a yell caught your attention, turning to find two demons rushing away from a group of Angels.

Quickly noticing who they were, Clara and Odette. So you sprinted into action, taking the angels by surprise. Managing to take two down without any hassle, but the final three couldn’t miss you.

One slashed at your arm, connecting with the flesh. With their harsh movements it was able to slice through everything, unable to stop as the other two approached. Still keeping a tight grip on the stolen spear, allowing you to get in a few slashes and jabs of your own.

This was able to keep them at bay until the girls got back up on their feet, helping you scare them off. Hopefully away for good but likely to attack another unlucky sinner. Allowing you to collapse in peace, or as close as possible with the girls next to you.

Said girls were trying to pull you up and into somewhere safe, not in the open. As the minutes passed, they’ve given up on trying to physically move you. Instead turning to talking, slowly convincing you to get up and move so they could help you.

Not Carmilla, not anyone else. They will.

Which was your breaking point, slowly hauling yourself onto your feet. Both girls stood close in case you needed their help, guiding you through the city. Seemingly zoning out as when you regained your thoughts you stood infront of somewhere you rather not be at.

Carmilla’s house.

You left almost a week ago, and you didn’t feel ready to return. But you made a promise to the girls, they held your hand and shoulder as you entered. Luckily Carmilla wasn’t home right now so they spent that time caring for you. Stopping your bleeding and stabilising you.

The comfortable and familial aura stopped when you heard the front door slam shut. You know you need to confront and talk to her about this, but not right now.