#mhmmm i know she wants to suck him dry

[rubiehart]

i will elaborate further tomorrow, john and sarah’s missing era results in jj staying at bsf!readers house every night, spending almost all of his time with her so of course he’s getting access to showers regularly and getting fed heaping plates every meal time with her family who care for him.. so = beefy s2 jayj

[newtonsheffield]

Could we see what happened in your love after the love confessions🌶🌶? I mean we already know that Anthony loves a woman in charge, but pregnant bossy Kate must be another level🥵🔥

For spicy sunday, can we see Kate and Anthony’s first time after getting together in the tension au? Please?

Mhmmm Mhmmm Mhmmmm an interesting concept for sure.and I was already planning on writing it regardless of requests, but I can see I've been obliged

Anthony's head was spinning as he marched upstairs with Kate Sheffield bundled in his arms. Racing to catch up actually, from the events of the night.

He'd ached to be close to her for months now, since he'd come undone embarrassingly quickly in a hotel room with her legs tight around him and her breath gasping in his ear. But she hadn't wanted him, hadn't been able to get away from him fast enough, and he'd wanted to wait for her to come out of the bathroom, to tell her he wanted to talk about this, that he wanted her, but then he'd seen her phone light up Eddie the Teddy and his stomach had rolled with nausea and he'd left as quickly as he could. And when he'd found out that she was pregnant his heart had squeezed so tightly he couldn't breathe Kate was having his baby, he woman he'd realised in the last few weeks was the love of his life, was pregnant with his child, and she still didn't want him. But slowly, slowly she'd let him in, and then she'd been kissing him, grinding down against him and he so badly wanted to give in, to let himself have this one more time, to let her take what she wanted from him, and leave him alone and empty just so she could feel good for just a moment. But he didn't.

Before he'd known it, he'd blurted out that he was in love with her, like a fucking idiot. He'd left her flat, his chest aching, tears stinging at his eyes and then she was there, telling him that she loved him, she wanted this as badly as he did, but she was scared and she'd panicked and Anthony thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest because Kate Sheffield was in love with him, and nothing else would ever be this incredible again.

Anthony laid Kate softly against the mattress their lips moving together in sync as he moved to cover her, the strange new weight of their child between them making his heart sing happily. Kate let out a breathy sigh, sending a jolt of heat straight down his spine. He could feel her hips grinding against his thigh a little erratically already, and he just couldn't help himself.

"So I guess you didn't see a duck in the office the other day."

Kate groaned against his neck, his fingertips running over the band of her borrowed pyjamas, the sight of her in his clothes already a little too much for him, another soft gasp as he dipped inside, his forehead dropping to hers at the feel of her, soft ad warm against him.

"You're just so fucking hot. And I'm really hormonal and you're-"

"Yours." He cut off her rambling, his lips claiming hers again as his hand started to move against her, desperately trying to ignore the urgency settling in his own chest, as she writhed against him, his name falling from her lips like a prayer, again and again until she cried out, suspended in a moment in time, her mouth open, her face awash with satisfaction. And a tiny, prideful creature in his chest growled in time with it.

Anthony rolled them, careful not to jostle her too much, a breathless laugh escaping her chest as she settled on top of him, dragging his pants down, her lips trailing back up his chest, nipping and sucking and bruising the skin there, the thought of having the marks of her love all over him sending something awfully possessive through him. His hands were tugging at the shirt still covering her, tension thick in the air. And Kate froze. Pulling back, her eyes shifting nervously over him.

"Can you leave that on?" Her voice was tiny, nervous, panicky, as though she wanted desperately to run away. Anthony felt his brow furrow, confusion welling in his chest, last time they'd had sex she'd let him undress her, she'd even tugged his head until is tongue ran over the tops of her breasts, encouraging him to nips and suck and the skin there and now-

"I just... I kind of look different than the last night we did this." Anthony's heart stopped, she was worried he wouldn't want her now? Now that she was full and round with their child? Anthony's stomach clenched.

"If you really want me to leave it on, that's fine, But Kate, you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and you're growing our child, and I love that." His voice was hoarse, pulled from his chest, a little in disbelief. Kate's brow furrowed for a moment, her eyes watching him cautiously and then she tugged the shirt over her head.

And fuck she really was extraordinary, her flat stomach had swelled just a little, the signs of the life growing inside her all over her body, and he'd never been more in love with her.

"So beautiful." She'd pulled it from his chest effortlessly, tugged it out of his chest along with his heart, and she didn't even know it.

A small smile tugged at her lips before she leaned down to claim his, her tongue slipping and sliding filthily against his.

"Look at what's yours Anthony." Her voice was low in his ear, her hands tugging his to rest on her hips. And then she was moving her hips firmly against him, and Anthony was sure he'd never breathe again. The slow grind of her against him torturous, pulling needy sounds from his chest, desperate almost, her hands braced on his legs behind her, miles and miles of soft skin on show for him. And fuck she looked so powerful.

Her face shining with exertion her hair a little wild, drying from the rain, his name wrenched from her chest erratically Anthony Anthony, Fuck, Oh God, I need Oh! A strangled noise pulled from the back of her throat as his own hips met hers, the noise echoing through the room, forcing him higher and higher, Kate Kate Kate, Fuck, That's it, take what you need, Yours Kate, I'm yours. His voice strangled as something possessive sparked in her eyes, the pace punishing, the headboard banging against the wall and then Everything exploded, and soft scream tearing from her chest with a sharp I love you his own shout cracking through the night, and Kate collapsed, boneless against is chest.

The rain still beat against the roof, the only noise breaking the quiet reverie. Their shoulders heaving in sync. Anthony tangled his hand in her hair, forcing her lips to his in a lazy kiss.

"I love you." It cut through the night a little desperately, her eyes shining with tears as she let his words settle against her skin.

"I love you too."

Silence again for a beat, and then he really couldn't help himself.

"Was it ahh... still really really good?"

A breathless laugh smothered against his chest. "I don't know, I only came twice." a small eye roll, and Anthony couldn't help the grin that came to his face as he slipped down her body.

"I can fix that." And God help him, he wanted the breathless squeak she made as he tugged her legs over his shoulders to echo through his mind forever

[calypsoff]

Ninety Two. Part 3

Wiping my lips again, Robyn and that damn lipgloss. It’s still on me too, on my hands too. It seems very busy outside this club tonight; I am just sat in traffic waiting to get closer. Looking over at Robyn “are you over your tipsy moment? Stop being a light weight” I would like to say to Robyn don’t reapply that lipgloss, that shit is no good for me at all, but she is “I am, I am ready to have fun” feeling a tap on my shoulder “pull up there, I can get out. Get valet to get your car” Rich said, looking ahead of me, there is a slot I can get into. Flashing my lights for this one guy to move, he just looked and then ran by “it’s been a while since we have done this together, I am excited you know” sticking my tongue out as I tried to be careful as possible to park up “cool” Rich got out “yeah, we don’t do this really, I think because I feel you are classy I just tend to like being classy for you” Robyn sniggered “classy? Oh I ain’t that, but it’s cute you feel that way about me though. You think highly of me, I love that poppa” Rich waved us over “let’s get out, let me walk over to you. He seems a little busy” unbuckling my belt, turning my car engine off. Opening the car door and getting out, it’s very busy here tonight. I have already reserved shit “aye Chris” Rich came over to me “seems like they made an event out of you” Rich ran over to me “look” grabbing the poster “no way, since when? I only booked a table, is that why it’s busy. That is fucked up, I ain’t get paid for this” passing it back to Rich “watch out my car bro, stay back” opening Robyn’ car door “thank you” she said, “mind out, take your pictures but don’t be all in her space” taking her bag, I mean I have been doing this for most of the night “you good?” closing the car door as Robyn walked by me “sir” walking into this guy “oh yeah” giving him my key, let me catch Robyn up.

Robyn turned to me, she is waiting “oh my god Rihanna” grabbing Robyn’ hand and walking off with her, the security waved us over to go inside “follow me” I reserved a section for Robyn and I but this place 1Oak being slick now, I didn’t say I was doing any event at all but according to them I am but it’s packed here. My hand tightly holding Robyn’ hand as I followed security to the table, I smiled as people are legit just wanting some attention “just here” he pointed, pulling Robyn ahead of me, I want her to be good first then me. I just realised I am holding Robyn’ bag still, following Robyn to the section. Holding her bag up, Robyn laughed. I totally forgot about her bag, luckily I was still holding this shit in my hand. Sitting down next to Robyn, she waved me over “your fancy woman is around” moving my head back “what?” I said confused, Robyn placed her hand under my chin to pull me back in “India Love, I saw her looking” letting out an oh moving my head back “right” I said to myself “they made out I am a main event here, I don’t know how when I only booked this section, I didn’t ask for that” I said in Robyn’ ear, she rolled her eyes shaking her head “and then she pops up, right” she shook her head, is she really on me like that.

We have so much drink, it’s crazy but we are doing our thing. I think I am enjoying myself way more then I should, but I feel like a lot of people have floated over here and are just watching us, recording us. Feeling my snapback being taken off, looking behind me as Robyn put it on her head and then leaned down and wrapped her arms around my neck. She placed the blunt between my lips, feeling Robyn’ lips latch onto my ear lobe. Moving the blunt back from my lips and blowing the smoke out looking to the side of me smiling, Robyn crashed her lips to mine. I have to catch up to her, she is on me. I think I have been laid back; she got my bottom lip in her mouth sucking on it. She moved back placing the blunt between her lips dancing away from me, she has took my snapback too. Next it will be my shades, I just know her. The music lowered “we got Rihanna in the building tonight, wishing her a Happy Birthday. Every day its bad gal birthday. Everyone cheer for the baddest girl in the game” seeing the bottle service and sparklers, all I can think of is the number of drinks we have, and we haven’t even really paid for them. The crowd cheered, clapping my hands turning to Robyn. She is literally the life of the party; she doesn’t even have to do much either. She is only stood on the couch, but everyone is watching her.

I did say Robyn would take my shades and she did, meanwhile Drake is here. I don’t know who the fuck invited him here but whatever, I am good over here “get y’all boo, I see you Rihanna and I hear you right now” the DJ said, Robyn wrapped her arms around my neck as she sat on my lap “aye, shots are bad” I said, Robyn is on that hard side, she need to quit that “it’s my birthday” Robyn kissed my cheek “Feelings, so deep in my feelings. No, this ain't really like me. Can't control my anxiety” Robyn started singing to me aloud, I laughed wrapping my arms around her torso. Pressing kisses to her neck until she grabbed my head “Ooh, no I'll never get over you until I find something new, that get me high like you do. Listen to my heart go ba-do, boo'd up. Biddy-da-do, boo'd up” we both laughed as Robyn kissed my lips, placing my hand behind her neck and deepening the kiss. I can feel Robyn’ moan against my lips and it’s going straight to my dick, she is sat on my lap too. Oh this is too public, moving my hand back. I need to stop, Robyn bit her bottom lip laughing, she has no lipgloss on her lips because it’s on me. Robyn reached over to the table and grabbed the bottle of Hennessy, she drank from the bottle and then turned to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me again, I stopped because it’s getting heated, but she wanted to do more, feeling the contents of the Hennessy enter my mouth. I need to unglue Robyn from me, I laughed and moved back “you just put that drink in my mouth” I said through every kiss she is continuing to give me, she is not stopping.

I am trying to be the good one here, I am just trying to make sure Robyn is good because she is really getting drunk “are you done peeing or you going to continue to sit there and smile?” Robyn is sat on the toilet smiling to herself “aye, sit back down. You not wiped your butt” I chuckled, pulling some tissue out and holding it out “oh yeah” Robyn giggled, we need to hurry up because we blocked the lady’s toilet. Looking around me and then looking back at Robyn “done, am I sitting on a public toilet?” nodding my head “come” Robyn got up from the toilet seat “I feel so happy Chris, oh my god. I feel so happy right now, I just want to party and be with you” watching her pull her panties up “I know, come” she stubbled out of the cubicle, pulling her dress down “wash, wash, wash. Is my ass showing” Robyn mumbled, looking at the mirror. Robyn is staring at me, and I am just staring at her “you good, I got you babe” stepping back sighing out “dry, dry, dry” Robyn is chatting so much shit, she is making me laugh “mhmmm I want to blow your back out” pulling a face at Robyn “my back out? What the hell, Robyn just dry your damn hands” she is crazy.

Picking my snapback and shades from the seat “watch yourself” grabbing Robyn’ arm and helped her to sit down “I am good Chris” turning around “I am going to go and pee Robyn, I will be back” I shouted over the music “be back quick” I just wanted Robyn to be ok, pecking Robyn’ lips “love you so much” placing my snapback on my head as I walked off, tapping Rich’ arm as I walked by him. Placing my shades over my eyes, Drake is giving me so many looks, I know that nigga is jealous as fuck. Looking over to his section, he is watching me. See what I mean about Drake, he is staring at me “sorry” hitting into someone, looking in front of me “oh sorry” my face softened “not you” I said, now why is India Love here “I was going to the bathroom too, don’t be shy now” shaking my head walking around her “hey” she touched my arm “I am happy for you, I see how Robyn is all over you. She loves you” rolling my eyes “just leave me alone, I ain’t for that” shaking my head “she better keep you close though; you are so fine. You keep getting better” she is following behind me saying that “cool” walking into the men’s bathroom, I need her to leave me.

Smiling wide seeing my wife just sat waiting “beautiful” I mouthed at her, Robyn held her arms out to me “miss me” leaning down and hugging her “can we go home now” she said in my ear, sitting down at the side of her “we can” she got up from where she sat and grabbed the bottle again, sitting on my lap as she held the bottle, I laughed licking my lips and I can see India right there looking at me, she is really bugging like wow. I can’t believe she came to the club knowing I was here, what did she expect from this, did she want me to cheat. I don’t get it “open your mouth” looking up at Robyn “mhmm” opening my mouth and she of course poured the drink in my mouth; she then moved the bottle back and started drinking it. Hennessy about to get this woman all the way fucked up, well both of us actually, Robyn wrapped her arms around my neck and then started to kiss on my neck “let’s go Chris” she moaned out “I want to fuck you” feeling her tongue dragged across my neck and then she latched onto my earlobe, closing my eyes feeling so turned on. I am so glad my shades are on because this so fucking good, my dick is getting hard “ok, ok, ok. Let’s go, stop” Robyn moved back and got up, she is crazy this women “take some drinks babe” she is here collecting the drinks and cups, this is my wife right here. Fixing my overalls, pulling at my crotch area. I am getting hard, looking over at India. She is watching out every move, she ain’t going to stop either “going!?” Rich shouted, nodding my head.

Robyn is a mess; she is a real ass fucking mess. Dropped the bottles she was holding and they all smashed and now is upset that she has done it “it’s ok, Rich. I want to get her in the car, Robyn. Stop, you need to sober up” near tripping over Robyn trying to get her out “get the key out of my pocket” I said to rich, Robyn turned around and wanted to go back in “no, we can get more drink. It’s fine” placing my arm around my neck and then lifting Robyn up, this is the best way to get Robyn into the car because she is playing hell right now “but the bottles, I promised I would keep them” she is really emotional about it too “you both had a nice night!?” the paparazzi guy said, I laughed rushing to the car “watch out” making my way around the car, Rich held the door open for me “just relax, we good. We can buy more” she is so emotional, closing the car door “drive” making my way around, Rich can drive because I am tipsy a little “are you both going to be making baby number two tonight, that display inside” I laughed out “I don’t recall that at all” getting into the car, I am so glad to be out of there “hotel Rich” looking behind me at Robyn “hey” reaching over touching her hand “why are you crying? It’s bottles?” she is a wreck “I was supposed to take care of them” of course, let me leave her to it at the moment.

I fed Robyn and gave her some water, bought her more bottles that she is happy with. She seems content now, I just went inside the hotel to book us in. I didn’t want to do it with Robyn with me, she has drama following her with those damn bottles “done it, oh you out of the car” Rich is laughing “she got out on her own” jogging over to her quickly “come on now baby, dress down” pulling her dress down “so we carrying the bottles? Thanks Rich” taking the bag from him “we good from here” I swear a drunk Robyn is funny “I got to take them to bed” licking my top lip laughing “nice, catch you later Rich” waving him off “what about me, you not taking me to bed?” I asked “my feet hurt” the security outside is just staring at Robyn “what your babies called? Mel and Rihanna?” Robyn laughed out “yeah you right” I sighed out, I am not sure if I am getting pussy tonight “come here” holding Robyn’ arms and turning her to sit down “we can take shoes off yes” placing her bag down and crouching down “how the hell you take these off?” my eyes widened sighing out “wow” these sandals, looking up at Robyn. She placed one of the bottles down and reached out to grab my shades off “better” I am sure it is for her; I like them on to be honest.

Placing Robyn’ bags and sandals down on the floor on the suite, she is wild as hell “be careful, don’t go to the balcony” taking my snapback off, we have a nice little balcony, but I don’t trust her drunk ass near it “Robyn, come here” waving her over, sitting on the edge of the bed sighing out. I am tired so I don’t know about sex which I mean yes I want it but she is just out of it, but we do have a lifetime of it, she has had fun so that is good. My ears perked up hearing the sliding of the door, I shot up so quick. Seeing Robyn actually going onto the balcony, jogging over to Robyn “and what did I say” wrapping my arm around her torso and pulling her back inside “noooo” she whined out “I said no myself, you will stay indoors Robyn. I do not want you on the balcony now stop” sliding it closed, Robyn broke free from my arm and then fell onto the floor. I am going to be taking care of an animal I see “come on” picking her up from the floor but does not want to be helped, she moved away from me again but this time she fell over the bed and rolled off and onto the floor “I am leaving you there now” staring down at her, Robyn groaned out and then turned onto her side “oh my god” I turned away from her being sick on the floor, not how I wanted this at all but also I want to know she isn’t choking on her sick either “this is what happens when you keep jumping around, this is nasty” now I have to clean this.

[kpop---scenarios]

Big Cock Boy's

Commissioned! 

Warning: mhmmm not overly 

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: If you wanna commission part 2, lemme know lol 

"... is that why you don't want to join Kyungsoo? Is it because you don't have a big enough dick?" Baekhyun laughs, doubling over as his laughter takes over, completely ignoring the glare and threatening murmurs spilling from Kyungsoo's mouth. "No Baekhyun, its because it's a stupid fucking idea." Minseok laughs while everyone else agrees. "I'll have you all know, The BCB's will become a major part of Beta Pi, and soon you'll all be begging me to let you join it." Baekhyun puts, crossing his arms across his chest. He knew it might take some time for the Big Cock Boys to become established and catch on but he hadn't anticipated it taking this long to recruit members. Although the likelihood of anyone being as blessed as him in the cock department was slim. "What the fuck do you even do in your group? Compare dick sizes?" Jongdae asks, placing more liquor on the table. "I haven't quite figured it out quite yet." Baekhyun admits. "But you gotta be large to join." He smirks. 'Are you the one who judges the sizes?" Chanyeol chuckles. "Anything you need to tell us man?" He laughs, slapping his knee. Baekhyun sits there looking rather unimpressed as his frat brothers all hysterically laugh at his expense. "Just finish setting up for the fucking party." He mumbles, standing up to head to his room to change. "Fucking dicks" he mutters as he makes his way up thr stairs, almost missing Chanyeol yelling back "we know you like dicks." ** "Do I have to go?" You whine, sticking your bottom lip out in a pout at your best friend, Moonbyul. "Yes!" She angrily shouts from her closet. "Sehun will be there and I need to shoot my shot with him. Plus you're my wing woman." She smiles, sticking her head out of the closet to look at you. "Wear these." She finishes, throwing a pair of pants at you. You let out a loud groan as you pull the tight ass black skinny jeans she gave you to wear along with the the white crop top she practically stapled to you. "I swear you'll have fun" she says, walking out in a slinky red dress. You roll your eyes at her excitement, preferring to stay home, eating food and binge watching literally any show. But you've never been good at saying no to Moonbyul, especially when there is liquor involved. As the two of you pull up to the already wild party, you glare at your friend, one more time before getting out. She smiles as at you as she grabs your hand, harshly dragging you through the crowd that was gathered outside. Once inside the two of you navigate your way to the kitchen, you need a couple shots before you could do any kind of socializing. You two stand there downing a few shots before grabbing your mixed drinks and making your way into the living room to watch people awkwardly dance with each other. You definitely weren't drunk enough for this. ** As the night came to an end, and the people began to stagger away, you and Moonbyul stayed behind. You sat on a chair, alone as she was dry humping Sehun on the couch. You really hoped they didn't fuck in front of you, although it wouldn't be the first time she fucked someone in front of you. "Can you two take it somewhere else, christ." Suho gags, not wanting to see anymore. "Have some decency, damn." Moonbyul giggles as Sehun picks her up off the couch, throwing her over his shoulder to take her upstairs. "Don't you leave." She slurs from upside down, attempting to point at you. "I wouldn't dream of it." You sigh, getting comfy on the couch. You knew you'd be there for a while. As they both disappear, you're left with 6 men you really didn't know. "Hi, I'm Yixing." A blonde man smiles at you. What an adorable smile. "Hi, I'm Y/N." You say, smiling back at him. Seconds later the rest are introducing themselves to you, making you smile even more. "I'm Suho." The last one smiles. "So you're all Beta Pi?" You ask, trying to make conversation. "Yep. All of us, and Sehun who you've obviously met. And then there's Jongdae who left a few minutes after the party started." Jongin smiles. "He went to his girlfriend's house. She's pregnant, and they're getting married." He smiles, clutching his heart. "Awhh that's nice." You say with a chuckle. You look around the room and your eyes land on one man who you didn't hear much of anything from. "Why will no one join my club?" He pouts. "What club?" You ask. "Maybe I'll join." You're only met with a scoff from the man. "You can't join." He grumbles. "Why can't I?" You ask, raising your eyebrow. "Is there aome big stupid reason i can't?" You slur. "There is." He smiles, moving to the edge of the couch and closer to you. "Well? What is it?" You ask. "Baekhyun, just tell her." Minseok laughs.   "You gotta have a big cock to join." He smirks. Baekhyun begins laughing as if you're supposed to be uncomfortable or something. "If you're in it.. shouldn't that mean you have a big cock then?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow, looking at his crotch area. Everyone stares at you, shocked. You're worried for a second you crossed a line, until everyone began howling at your comment. Everyone except Baekhyun, he sat there looking astonished. As everyone was laughing, Moonbyul and Sehun came downstairs looking rather disheveled. "What's so funny?" She asks. "I made a comment." You laugh, shrugging your shoulders. Standing up, you grab onto Moonbyul's hand before you drag her out of the house. Before the door closes you hear Baekhyun yell, "I do too have a big cock! I'll prove it to you!" Making you laugh all the way home. Over the next few days Baekhyun convinced someone to give him your number and he began harassing you to make plans with him so he could prove to you he was well endowed.

Ultimately you pretty much agreed to let him during the party tonight. As much as you acted disinterested, you did want to see if he was as big as he said he was. The party tonight was a much smaller, more intimate gathering of people, unlike last time. The moment you and Moonbyul walk in, Sehun was at the door, dragging her away and up the stairs to his room. You said hello to the men before grabbing a drink and sitting on the couch. You knew the majority of the people, although there were a few women you didn't recognize and they didn't seem to pleased to see you. One of them was hanging all over Jongin who was completely uninterested in her but she wouldn't take the hint. Another one was with Chanyeol who was loving all the attention she was giving him and the last one was attempting to get Baekhyun to notice her but his eyes were glued to you. 

"Baekie, why don't you take me to your room?" The girl giggles in his ear. Without looking at her, he shrugs her off of him, instead walking over to you. "Because I'm taking her upstairs." He says looking back at her before grabbing your hand and taking you to his room. "Do you really want to do this?" You ask, going into Baekhyun's room and sitting on his bed. "Oh hell yeah." He laughs, standing in front of you. "So what.. you're just going to pull your pants down and whip your cock out?" You ask. He nods his head. "Okay then.." you say, not sure if you're ready for it. You close your eyes as you hear him pull down the zipper and shimmy his pants down around his ankles. "Okay. You can look." You say. Opening your eyes, they trail from his face down his shirt and land.. "Holy shit." You whisper. "You're definitely in the big cock club." You say, licking your lips. Your inner slut came charging out the moment those words left your mouth, now wanting nothing more than to suck it. Your eyes go from staring at his thick cock to looking at his eyes, unsure of how to proceed, or what to do. "You gonna show me what that mouth do, baby?" He smirks. Smiling you slip off the bed and onto your knees, crawling towards him. "Suck that cock, baby."

[artsninspo]

PULSE - PART XIII: VULNERABLE

MASTERLIST

The sexual attraction between Elle and Tre had bled out. There was so much of nothing between them that Liz was actually being nice to him. No one wants a broken women. Right now Elle was a thousand piece puzzle scattered on a table. Nobody had time for that. Nobody accept for Jesse.

There’d always been sparks between Elle and Tre. Now Elle found it impossible to read anything but concern in his eyes. No attraction, frustration, nothing. He made no effort to touch her or leave lingering looks and they didn’t even get caught up in flirty bickering. Their relationship was changing.

Elle could tell by her fathers sentiment that things were looking up and they were closing in on Rinna. Morale was up between all three of them and Rico even agreed to take Liz to the mall to get some things.

As much as Elle wanted a change of scenery she could appreciate the peace of an empty house. She runs herself a bath lighting a candle for Jesse. Strange as seems, it was one of their rituals. Before a big night at the club. Elle would soak in a bath of Jesses special youth serum while he smoked herbal cigarettes and painted her nails whatever colour for her costume for the night. They’d blast music and he’d spend time doing his hair however his heart desired. Once her polish was dry she’d shower off the soap from the bath and sit at the vanity crafting her hairstyles to match the pageantry.

The memories always made her happy. Jesse always made her feel strong. They laughed and played and appreciated the life they’d built together.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Yes?” She responds out of her reverie.

“I’m back” Tre checks in.

“Okay, I’ll be out in a bit” she responds letting the water drain. Apologies were in order. She’d been nasty and cold to Tre when all he wanted to do was help her. So what if he didn’t feel the same anymore? Jesse would turn in his grave if she ever turned into a bitter bitch. Punishing him for not wanting her anymore wasn’t right. He didn’t deserve that. Stepping into the shower she runs through the right words in her head.

I’m sorry for being a jerk. I should have handled things better?

I was upset at things changing between us? No too sappy.

Sighing Elle holds her head back letting the water run down her hair until a draft hits making her open her eyes.

“For fuck sake!” She gasps hand on heart seeing Tre.

“Just checking on you” he reasons.

“Okay” she laughs looking at him. “Now, fuck off” Elle laughs recovering from her fright. His eyes brighten at her spirits as she finger detangles her hair looking at him. “Bye Tre”  she turns getting the shampoo and feeling her hair revert to its kinks until she hears the shower door open. Another draft hits before it closes. Her temperature rises.

“You done being bitchy?” He asks as his finger leaves a train of goosebumps down her spine that stop at her tailbone.

“Bitchy, no. Mean, yes.” She reasons continuing to rinse her hair unassumingly.

“Is that a sorry?” He asks stepping under the water stream too.

“Only for being mean, nothing else” Elle specifies as he peaks her senses - standing behind her with all the hardware to relieve her nerves.

“I don’t care about apologies Elle. As long as you’re okay” he comments with a hand on her hip. His eyes roam her body. It was perfect to him. The way the water ran down her glistening full figure, the steam and the familiar feeling of how she made him feel makes his dick stand at attention. Miscommunication, fizzling chemistry.

“I’m okay, I don’t need you to watch me shower Tre” she plays coy looking over her shoulder at him. He has the power the moment she gets a look at his glistening figure and lustful eyes. Her nipples harden from her arousal leaving her centre throbbing in anticipation. Reaching over her Tre grabs the body wash, he squeezes a glob into his palm  before putting the slippery substance on Elles back and massaging it around as the water washes it away. The gesture is foreplay as he reacquaints himself with her body. He takes his time moving to her neck, bringing her back onto his muscular chest allowing her to feel his want pressing against lower back.

He’s ready. The bathroom setting their aphrodisiac. Her body ignites under his touch as his hands cup her breasts pinching her nipples softly, while kissing her neck.

“Mmm” Elle moans taking a breath.

It’s music to his ears as he feels her body relax under his touch. He kisses her neck lovingly as his hands grip her hips, then thighs.

“Mhmmm”

The suspense is so much her eyes close while the man behind her takes his time deciding on a course of action.

“What are my rules?” Elle asks wanting to relieve the pressure between her legs desperately.

“No rules this time”  he kisses her temple. “Whatever you want” he adds shutting the water off. His eyes are loving as Elle turns to admire her knight. Perfect brown skin, broad shoulders, chiseled torso and strong arms. Her smile is appreciative as she tip toes to kiss him.

Deepening the kiss his hands cup her jaw gently. She could feel her self falling for him, needing to be closer when there was no more space between their bodies. Out of breath they break apart to breathe.

“Come on” he rasps all libido getting her towel and leading the way to the bedroom drying himself off hastily. Locking the door with disregard for the setting his mind is taking care of his lady.

“I missed you” Elle admits feeling self conscious the second the words leave her lips. She bites them nervously until he smiles understanding perfectly.

“I love you Elle” he takes the air out of her lungs laying her down. “Nothing about you being in danger or stressed gets me off” his explanation means everything to her. His lips find hers again as he slides into her slowly. Adjusting to his size takes some time.

“Baby” Elle breathes grabbing a handful of her wet coils as he finds his rhythm. Their fingers interlock as he adjusts his position for better access.  Her breathing is staggered as her eyes open to his looking into hers. Loving and relentless. He reads her mind pecking her lips as her back arches again enjoying the stimulation.

“Shit” he groans feeling her contract on his manhood making him pulse. “Stop That” he warns trying to avoid the climax.

“Don’t stop” she begs taking up the Mantle and grinding into him hungrily. It’s been too long. Her body wants all of him. His kisses are never ending to quell her moaning as he thrusts harder and faster. The head rush and onset of a orgasm makes him pull out.

“Let me taste my pretty pussy”

“Fuck me” Elle drawls undone by his expression knowing she doesn’t have a chance.

“Is she mine?”

Elle feels him blowing on her folds teasingly.

“Yes”

It gets her his lips.

“All mine?” He asks

“Yes”

He sucks, Elle gasps as he adds a finger. There’s no escaping the rush of pleasure as he enjoys making her whimper and moan for more.  His eyes are dark and her body reaction to him flips a switch. She peaks, hart and heavy. Breathy moans, sloppy kisses and more want. He could fuck her all day.

He smiles in admiration or her suggestive expression. It tells him she wants more.

“It’s my turn” her voice is soft and playful.

“To do what?” The tension between them steamy. Anticipation builds as she smiles

“Take care of you”. The hairs on his neck stand up as she whispers biting his ear playfully. Her movement seductive and almost feline. “Tell me what you want daddy?” Her big brown eyes peer into his with innocence.

“Whatever I want?”

“Everything you want” She specifies hands behind her back allowing him to admire her full breasts. He never let women fuck him. He never fucked women for their pleasure always prioritizing his.

“Daddy” he corrects eyes darkening.

“Everything you want, Daddy”

“Good girl”  he lays back allowing her access to his manhood. Looking at him lustfully she kisses the tip stroking the shaft and enjoying his length and girth. A challenge she enjoyed. Taking as much of him into her mouth as she can paying extra attention to the mushroom dome. Her grip tightens making his eyes close precum leaking and improving the slip. His groans and sighs increase her arousal. Elle gags trying to take all of him.

“Fuck” he groans deliriously as her grip tightens a touch more stroking  with the right amount of pressure and mouth.

His hips buck finding a rhythm and fucking her face until she cups his balls a power play.

“You’re done fucking other women” she says sweetly waiting for his response. A statement and a question. “Be honest?” She smiles massaging them. His eyes watch her sly smile closely as she waits giving his boys some love.

“I’m done fucking other women” he concedes.

“I’m all yours” his eyes close and his breath is catches as he loses his composure at how she makes him feel. There’s no time to catch his breath when she returns to the tip swallowing every last drop. Winking with a confident grin making him nod.

“Now you’re going to have to come up with a good excuse as to why you can’t walk kitten” he smiles getting between her legs and enjoying every inch of what’s his.

Watching her submit to him completely only makes him want her more and in every way. She was solid, smart, sexy he could read her like a book.

“Baby” she gasps head on the cold pillow.  A sharp sting pings the flesh of her butt. “Babe!” She quips frowning.

“D-“

“Daddy” she corrects. “I -“ her words are silenced by more moans as he claims he’d from behind with an expertise in making her come.

They come together collapsing onto the bed.

He smiles pulling her close to look at her.

“That was amazing Elle” he hadn’t fucked anyone without a condom in as long as he’d been having sex. The last thing he ever wanted was a baby mama and a child in his life. He’d do fine without the drama.

“I love you too” she smiles snuggling into his chest as his arms wrap around her. “I need you to get me plan b” her words make him chuckle.

“You’re not on birth control?”

“I am but I’m not ready to be a mom yet.”

“I got you” he whispers shutting his eyes finally comfortable with Elle in his arms. “Always” he adds falling asleep.

Authors Note:

Just a little de-stressing before things wrap up! How do we feel whats been up with these two and how are the boys gonna deal with Mrs. Rinna?

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[thepaperpanda]

Before You'll Be Gone|| Stucky Smut

Summary: Bucky finds the best way to improve Steve's mood before the mission.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2372

Authors: Cass & Toro

It was one of the hardest days in his entire life and he felt blue. Steve was sitting at the edge of his bed, lurking through some documents. It was when he heard some noises in the kitchen. He frowned but eventually went downstairs to check what happened.

"Ugh! Fucking pan and fucking stove... FUCKING PANCAKES." Bucky growled to himself and threw the pan across the kitchen. "Okay... if not pancakes than maybe a cake..." He muttered and rubbed his face, he was annoyed. "Parker said that cooking with the book is easy..."

Steve leaned his side against the doorframe. "What the hell are ya doing, Buck? Who's gonna tide this mess later?" Steve asked as he looked around.

Stains of oil and flour were everywhere, even at the ceiling. Pan that Bucky threw seconds before was laying on the floor next to the table.

Steve crossed arms over his chest, sighing.

"I try to cook." He said before looking around, then he shrugged. "I will force Parker or Sam to clean it. I have more important stuff on my head now." He said and looked at Steve. A "How do you feel, pal?" Bucky asked, taking his apron off.

"Normal, I guess." Steve rolled his eyes. "And no, you will clean it by yourself." Steve's voice was firm. "It can't be like this that anytime you make a mess, someone else has to help you. Ain't it nice." Steve let out a sigh and took a seat at the table. "I am going on the mission soon." He said simply.

"Nope! Parker does nothing, just lurk around so he can move his teenage ass and do something here, and Sam is Sam. I hate him." Bucky giggled and then blinked. "Wait... what? You just came back like two days ago. And what with me?!" He whimpered sadly.

Steve slipped hands in his hair. "I have to. Agency has found some spy among them in their European branch. I have to investigate."

"They can send Hulk? Stark? Uhm... Parker? The tower is full of people and they have to send YOU?" Bucky walked to the table and sat at the opposite side. "I won't let you go this time. I mean it, Rogers. You are staying here with me. We need to improve your mood first." He smiled.

"Bucky, I am not in mood." Steve said simply. "And yes, they want send me. I have the best knowledge in a matter." He sighed. "I won't be long. Month or so..."

"EXACTLY! You aren't in the mood and I wanna change it... I..." Bucky blushed and rubbed his face, "I made this mess because... I tried to make those Captain America themed pancakes, to improve your mood." He looked around, biting his lips. "You see how it ended."

Bucky sighed sadly. "Why you say it like it's nothing? Month is a really long time. I really won't let you go. They can send Nat, she knows a lot."

Steve shook his head. "It's not that easy, Buck. And... It's pretty sweet, pal. You know I can't be mad at you for too long though." Rogers giggled shortly. "Will you help me with packing later?"

Bucky sighed deeply and nodded. "Sure... I will help you."

He watched Steve for a minute and then smiled. "About your mood... I have an idea."

Steve cocked his brew, crossing arms over his chest. "What idea? Shall I be scared?" Steve chuckled softly.

Bucky said nothing, only rolled his eyes. He raised from his seat and walked to Steve from behind. Bucky placed his hands on Steve's shoulders. He started to massage them, moving to Steve's back and neck from time to time. He was pressing all the right spots.

Bucky leaned over a bit. "You know... I really miss you when you are on a mission." He whispered against Steve's ear before kissing his neck and shoulder.

Steve couldn't help but smile as he closed his eyes. He enjoyed every single moment of that little massage.

"Mhmmm..." He purred softly. "I can see you do, Buck."

Steve reached his hand back to gently stroke Bucky's metal arm.

Bucky giggled. "Aaaa? You see? I already helped you." He smiled and looked at Steve. "I really won't let you go. I miss you too much, when you're gone, Imma stuck with my own hand." He muttered and teasing as he nuzzled to Steve's neck.

Steve got up slowly and smirked at Bucky, he wrapped his muscular arm around Bucky's shoulders. "You know how to be cute, don't ya?" Steve smirked as he slowly led Bucky upstairs, checking by the way if no one was around.

"Yes! We're gonna fuck! FINALLY!" Bucky said happily and pulled Steve quickly to their room.

He locked the door behind them as they both entered.

"You have no idea for how long I've been waiting for this. Since you came back, you didn't touch me... I was getting worried that you don't love me anymore." Bucky purred, pulling Steve closer. "You were a bad boy, punk." He growled playfully, grabbing Steve's ass.

Steve bit his lower lip, looking Bucky directly in the eye. "Calm down, take it easy, Serge." Steve leaned more to Bucky and slowly kissed his jawline as he slipped hands under his shirt.

Buck laughed loudly. "I never was a gentle type. You're gonna scream my name tonight." Bucky smiled and kissed Steve deeply. Bucky's metal hand moved into Steve's pants while his normal one moved under Steve's shirt.

"Go on ice, Buck!" Steve blushed a bit as he pulled away to take a deep breath. "And no, no, no. You gotta work hard to get access to my cock, pal." He teased.

Steve pulled Bucky's hand out of his pants. He pushed Barnes onto the bed and stood in front of him, slowly taking his T-shirt off, exposing his muscular abdomen to his boyfriend.

Bucky sighed softly and laid down comfortable, putting hands under his head. "Dance for me, hottie." He purred and bite his lips, watching Steve. He could already feel how uncomfortably tight his pants have became.

Steve laughed shortly and started to rock his hips, slowly unbuckling his belt. "You like it, don't ya?" Steve asked and slowly unzipped his fly, slipping hand in his jeans to massage his cock while he was watching Bucky and his cock that was tenting in his pal's pants.

"You know I can do that too?" Bucky smiled and removed his pants, tossing them aside. "Nah, I'm not gonna fuck around." He said and then took off his boxers, also tossing them on the floor. Bucky sighed softly and started to stroke his already hard cock.

Steve slipped jeans down his legs, leaving his boxers on. The bulge was already visible and he couldn't help but smirk on Bucky.

He joined Barnes in bed, starting to kiss his neck and clavicles. Then, he slowly licked his way down, straight to Bucky's cock.

Bucky grabbed Steve by his nape. "Hey, hey, hey. Take off those nice, white boxers or no cock for you." Bucky smiled at Steve and shrugged. "I always can fuck your pillow as I always do when you're gone."

Steve froze, he raised his head and tilted it a bit. "Excuse me, Buck? You were fucking MY pillow?!" Steve's eyes were wide open. "Oh, you little, nasty dumbshit!"

After these words, Steve stood up and with one movement slipped his boxers down his legs. He briefly ran hand along his shaft. "Look what you do to me. You got me that hard within a blink of an eye."

Bucky laughed. "What? What am I supposed to do when you're gone? Fuck Sam? Or buy one of those weird sex dolls with your face on them? They look really weird."

Bucky purred and watched Steve. "You are not the only one that is hard here." He moved his metal hand into Steve's hair, pulling them gently. "Now. Move down there and suck this cock."

Steve got back onto his knees, he grabbed Bucky's cock in his hand and pumped it few times before taking it into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around Bucky's tip, sucking on it. Steve also purred, sending some vibrations to his boyfriend's dick.

"Fuck... Yea, just like that. Suck this thick cock, punk." Bucky purred and grabbed Steve's hair to control his moves. "Suck me good and I will think about a reward for you."

Steve started to using his hand along with his mouth to work on Bucky's cock. He pulled Bucky out of his mouth. Steve grinned and ran his tongue along a main vain of Bucky's cock, Steve's eyes were on his pal. "You like it, don't ya?" Steve grunted, he grabbed his own cock to stroke it.

"Sure I like it, Stevie. It feels so great but come here." Bucky purred quietly and pulled Steve up. "Be a kind kitten and reach to our little drawer and take the lube out." He said before kissing Steve's chest.

Steve kissed Bucky's lips, their tongues were dancing together.

Steve reached to drawer and pulled little, plastic bottle out, handling it to Bucky. "Here ya go, pal." He whispered as he blushed.

"What? My little kitten is shy?" Bucky asked softly, taking some of the lube on his fingers. "I will be gently as always, so don't ya worry." He purred and kissed Steve again as his hand slowly moved to Steve's ass. "So, so tight, my kitten." Bucky whispered pushing two fingers into Steve.

Rogers ran tongue over his dry lips and briefly rubbed his beard. He caught Bucky's cock and started to stroke it as he kissed his jawline. "Only for ya, pal. Mmm, I like your fingers but I rather need you cock there."

"Fuck..." Bucky gasped and smiled at Steve. "Be patient. I don't wanna hurt ya and that hole is a bit too tight for me yet." He explained and kissed him deeply, moving his fingers in and out.

After a moment Bucky pulled his fingers out and put Steve on the bed, then he turned him, so Steve was on his stomach.

"You want this cock, don't ya, kitten?" He purred against Steve's ear before biting it gently.

"Yea, Buck. I do. Stop teasing and fuck me like ya always do, huh?" Steve crossed hands beneath his chin and sticked out his bum. "C'mon, Buck."

"You are a very bad kitten today, punk." He said and covered his cock in lube. "But well. When you ask so nicely... I will fuck that nice ass of yours." Bucky whispered and pushed into Steve without any warning. "Fuck..." He whimpered. "Feels so fucking good." Bucky growled and started to thrust harder into him.

Steve grabbed the sheets and sucked onto his lower lip. "Yea, Buck, feels amazing!" Steve turned his head slightly to look at Bucky.

He was enjoying his every push, every second of being stretched out by his boyfriend's cock.

"Keep going, Buck, you're amazing."

Bucky panted against Steve's shoulder. "Fuck... You are so perfect, kitten. So warm, so tight, I love you so much."

Bucky's hips continued to move hard while his metal hand moved to jerk Steve's cock. His other hand was tightly wrapped around Steve's stomach.

"Shit..." Steve panted quietly, the feeling was unbearable.

When Bucky started to jerk onto his cock, Steve moaned lazily. "If you'll keep this, I'll cum soon." He informed.

Bucky smiled and bite Steve's neck hard enough to leave a mark, moving his hips even faster. "Good... Good, that's my goal tonight." He moaned and nuzzled to Steve's back, kissing him there softly.

Bucky started to stroke Steve's cock even faster, squeezing it hard from time to time.

"Jesus, yes, just like this, shit!" Steve turned into a moaning mess beneath Bucky. "I want you to cum on my face, pal." He asked, squeezing sheets tightly as he felt that his cock started throbbing in Bucky's hand.

"Be a good kitten and cum for your pal. Then we will see if you deserved this." Bucky muttered pushing into Steve harder few times, playing with his tip. "Such a good, little kitten. Fucking cum for me." He growled nuzzling to Steve's neck.

Steve also put his hand onto his dick and jerked it hardly. The precum started pouring down his shaft and he let a loud sigh. Then he let Bucky finish working on his dick and he cum, moaning Bucky's name over and over again.

Bucky shivered as he felt Steve's cum on his hand. "Such a good boy." He moved his hand to Steve's mouth. "Come on. Suck these fingers, kitten." Bucky said and continued to move his hips. "Fuck... Stevie. I am close. So close." Bucky moaned.

Steve grabbed Bucky's hand and started to lick his fingers clean from his own seed. "I love these metal fingers of yours. And when your cock is stretching my asshole." He grunted.

Bucky only smiled and then wrapped his metal hand around Steve's throat. "Fuck... I love you so much, Steve."

Bucky moaned Steve's name when his hips stuttered, he quickly pulled out. "Come here, kitten." He said and started to stroke his own shaft. "Let's paint this pretty face."

Steve got up and got off the bed, he knelt down in front of Bucky, his eyes on his boyfriend as he was slowly pumping hand over his own length.

Steve smirked rudely and sticked his tongue out, waiting at Bucky's release to approach.

Bucky growled loudly as his climax hit him. Strings of thick, whitey cum shot on Steve's face. "Fuck... Fuck..." Bucky gasped and looked at Steve with a smile. "You look so cute like this, kitten."

Steve grabbed his boyfriend's cock jerking it few times to make sure nothing has left. He licked Bucky's cock clean and then swirl tongue over his mouth to lick Bucky's cum. "You taste amazing, pal."

He smiled. "Pineapples help!" Bucky winked and pulled Steve on his laps. "You know what I am thinking now?"

"What?" Steve sighed and kissed Bucky's jawline.

"Right now... I think of how hard I'll be fucking your pillow when you will be gone." Bucky said and laughed.

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[butiaintgonnaloveem]

Turned Topsy-Turvy

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, medical situations

Word Count: 4650

Summary: Witches and angels never make things easy, and the poor reader suffers because of it.

A/N: I had the idea for this fic for a long while and the perfect excuse to write it finally presented itself. @rachelladytietjens kindly spent time reading through to help make sure it made sense and @kayteonline is a fantastic beta who helped polish this off. Thanks, ladies! 

See the end of the fic for an additional note for this fic, I don’t want to give anything away. AND as always, love me some feedback and constructive criticism.

The Latin rolls off her tongue fast enough to make an auctioneer wet his pants. Between the ringing in my ears from the last shot I took at her and Dean’s groans of discomfort from the floor next to me I can’t make out the words. Instead I catch a few sharp sounds of consonants as her voice rises in volume. I’m too busy trying to focus on an escape plan to bother trying to read her lips, which is dumb, as I can see Sam creeping in from the side, saving the day at the last minute as the Winchesters tend to do. He catches her off guard, taking her down with a well-placed bullet. The sound echoes, sending another wave of ringing and the whoosh whoosh whoosh through my head while I listen to the blood rush through my system; hearing and feeling the hoarseness of my breathing and the friction beneath my shoes as I shift a little in place to get my bearings.

Sam grabs my cheek, pulling my eyes to his, silently seeking reassurance as he moves in front of me. I let my face relax and offer a quick nod, giving him what he needs before he crouches down to where Dean lays crumpled on the floor, his eyes wide and chest heaving, but nodding at Sam that he’s okay, too.

It takes a moment for everything to sink in and to make myself drop the tension in my shoulders. Right about now I wish I’d taken them up on their offer to let me stay home and get over the last bit of my cold. I shake my head at all the wouldacouldashoulda, trying to knock the ringing away without any luck. Sam hauls Dean upright and we all survey the scene, taking in the mess from the fight and the body of the witch crumpled on the floor. A quick nod shared between us and we set off to start the clean-up.

The ringing on my ears persists as we make it back to the hotel and guzzle down aspirin, whiskey and beer. It’s the usual wrap-up mixture of exhaustion and relief, shock and soreness. Sam’s asking about the spell the witch was trying to cast, but neither Dean nor I can offer anything useful, much to Sam’s annoyance.

“Well what about you? You could’ve paid attention.”

“I was trying to sneak in to save you,” he defends, eyes calling us dumbasses without the need to speak.

“Let’s just say it was both your faults,” Dean jumps in, “You-” he points at me, “Shouldn’ta missed that shot, and Sammy should’ve put his listening ears on.”

“Oh, shut it Moaning Myrtle,” Sam snaps, pulling a low snicker from me while Dean rolls his eyes back into his head. “Like any of us could hear anything over your wailing and crying.” Dean snaps his eyes back to Sam, one brow pointed up in annoyance.

The bickering continues, lightening the mood as the alcohol flows and our muscles ease.

The next morning’s rough. My eyes drag open and an unwanted sense on wakefulness jolts through me, quickly followed by a sour mood. I know that any attempts to continue sleeping are useless. A weird quivering in my stomach makes my body more aware than my head can handle at the moment, and I listen to the sounds of the guys sleeping mixing with the noise of traffic and doors slamming throughout the motel. Knowing I have first crack at the shower is the only incentive to being up.

I take my time showering, drying my hair, attempting to not look like a hungover zombie. By the time I’m out, both the guys are up, rolling up clothes and getting ready to shower and head out themselves. Dean brushes past me for his turn in the bathroom as Sam straightens up, tossing a shirt at me that I miss completely, letting it fall to the floor over my feet.

“You hanging today?”

I blink for a moment until Sam’s words make sense, “Huh?”

“Hungover? You know you don’t need to try to keep up with Dean.”

“What? No, why?”

“You just - you kinda look like you’re in pain,” his eyes focus on my forehead and I realize my eyebrows are scrunched up.

“Yeah, I guess. I dunno. I just feel...off.” I shrug.

“Like how off?” He pulls his head back, eyes narrowing as he focuses on me.

“Uhh, I don’t know. Just...off. You know that feeling, like-like anxiety? Kinda? I just feel off, almost woozy, my ear’s still ringing.”

He nods, just a quick jerk of his chin in acknowledgment, and I can feel his eyes looking over me as he thinks. “Yeah, well, firing those shots in the basement didn’t do much good for any of our ears.”

“Yeah,” I nod, but feel my face pinch up again as a fresh wave of discomfort catches in my gut. Suddenly, it takes too much effort to stand, gravity sucks me down and my muscles make no effort to fight it.

Sam makes it to the floor at the same time I do, hands grasping at my shoulders to hold me upright. “Whoa whoa, hey. What just happened?”

I groan, feeling something pulling at my head, a dizzying rush of lightheadedness making my head tilt to the side. “I don’t. Ughh, I don’t know. I just needed...down.” I pull against Sam and sink further down, bending my elbows and hunching onto my hands and knees. “I need down,” I moan, feeling nothing but the desperate need to stop moving.

“The hell? She still drunk?” Dean grunts out from beside me. The scent of his soap drifts out from the bathroom, catching in the back of my throat like a bad cough drop, making me want to wretch away the perfumy taste.

“I don’t know, she just went down.” Sam says over me.

“Well is she okay?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know what’s going on.”

They continue to talk over me. I can’t think much beyond my discomfort, the sensation of dizziness making my eyes roll, and just wanting to feel - not this.

I start to crawl, a slow pull of my limbs along the carpet, muscles weak and shaking with effort, heat flushing my cheeks, and lips hanging open as I suck in air.

Dean grabs one arm, Sam the other, and they haul me up. It’s too fast. The movement makes my stomach clench and head roll back as I lose my bearings. Everything’s moving, spinning, wobbling, and it won’t stop. I can’t keep track of where they’re moving me until I feel the mattress edge against my legs, then the flat top beneath my back and their hands pulling my calves straight to lie flat.

The spots on the ceiling spin in my vision. I close my eyes to stop the swirling, only to find that with my eyes closed, it’s almost worse. The spinning turns into a rolling feeling, like I’m riding waves, bed tilting wildly on an unsteady axis. I cringe and will my eyes to open, finding the corner of the room and focusing on the spot, anything to make the spinning come to an end.

I hear the panic in Dean’s tone before the words register. “Hey! Hey! You need to talk to us. What’s going on? You with us?”

“I...hnnnn...I don’t know.” I can’t concentrate on anything but the unsteady sense of motion, my stomach getting weaker with every wobbly rotation. “Spinning. It’s all spinning.”

I dig my fingers into the blanket, the pilling of the polyester irritating my nerves even further. My skin starts to ache, sensitive to the heat rising and sweat gathering on my skin, and the first heave from my stomach catches me off guard. I swallow it down before choking on the saliva pooling in my throat.

“Shit! Get a bucket!” Dean yells, and then I feel hands moving my shoulders again, and my muscles tighten and convulse beyond my control, pushing bile up into the back of my throat. I sputter and cough from the burning acidity at the back of my tongue before opening wide and letting it heave out from deep in my throat.

The effort makes blood rush my face to the point of pain, skin tingling in pins and needles as I hold my breath and heave again, my stomach making its best effort to empty itself. I feel even more lightheaded, my brain floating and bobbing inside of my skull and eyes rolling like some googley-eyed doll.

“What the hell, man?!”

“Dude! I don’t know. Check for hex bags.”

I feel their hands leave me, setting me onto the bed again. I roll onto my back, willing my eyes open and searching for a steady point. I hear them tearing apart the room, cushions and clothes and wrappers tapping against the walls as they’re thrown about recklessly. Grunts of frustration following angry huffs and muttered “nothing here’s”.

“Hey. Hey,” I feel Dean grab my arm. I start to move my eyes, regretting it instantly. “Okay, you’re okay, just take it easy.”

“Mhmmm,” I moan. “Call Cas.”

“Tried already, got nothing. Okay,” his voice is soft, almost a whisper, but quick with panic, “Can you talk to me? I need you to tell us what’s going on? Can you do that for me?”

I place my hands on my forehead, hoping to hold myself still. “I dunno,” I croak, “Just sp-spinning. Everything spinning.”

“We gotcha, okay? Just relax.”

I feel Dean move off the bed, then some kind of whispered argument from them before the bed sinks again and I whine at the motion.

“Shit! Sorry,” Sam hisses. “Okay, I’m right here. Dean’s gonna go check out the house, see what we missed. I need you to really think for me. We need to know what the witch was saying so we can figure out a counter-spell.”

“Nooo. Sam, no.” I curl myself into a ball and turn myself onto my side. “I can’t. It’s too much. I think - I need a doctor.”

I hear him huff out a breath in annoyance, but he doesn’t push further. Instead he pulls a blanket gently over me, and sets a hand between my shoulder blades, helping to keep me from swaying with the motions in my head until I manage to drift off to sleep.

I jerk awake to the sensation of falling. Someone is tilting the mattress, making gravity pull me down the other side, and though my body tilts into it, I never fall, just feel the constant pull. My nerves tingle and muscles jerk against it, and my head begins to swirl. I know I’m moaning pathetically, but can’t make myself stop, everything’s too miserable.

“Hey, darlin’. How you holding up?” Dean’s voice is gentle, hopeful in spite of my groans. Some kind of negative-sounding moan comes from me and he takes in a loud, deep breath. “Alright, well can you sit up a little? Drink some water for me?”

It sounds like the worst thing I could do to myself right now, and I groan again to let him know just that.

“Come on, you gotta do it. Just a little,” he insists and starts to sneak his hand underneath my shoulders to prop me up. I keep my eyes closed, afraid to open them to see the world spinning around me, but the sensation starts to creep in even beneath my closed eyelids. Somehow the nothing I’m not even staring at starting to twirl.

Dean holds the cool edge of the glass against my lips, pushing them apart and tilting slowly until I can feel the water. It’s from the tap, I can tell by the strong mineral taste, and I slowly sip as it trickles in. Cool, refreshing as it starts to clear away the remaining taste of vomit and dry-mouth, then soothing the burn in the back of my throat. He softly encourages me until he thinks I’ve had enough, then just as slowly pulls away the glass and props a pillow in place of his arm behind me.

“Can you talk?”

I can feel the cold water settling in my stomach and it does a little flip. I bring an arm up over my eyes to shield the light as I will my eyelids to part and eyes to slowly focus on the room. It immediately starts to sway and I try to find a point to focus on to keep it still.

“Yeah.”

“Good. That’s good. Anything you can remember from last night? Any of the Latin at all?”

“No,” I smack my lips together, feeling the sting of saliva starting to pool beneath my tongue, “I couldn’t hear anything. I wasn’t watching her lips.”

“There’s gotta be something, right now we’re sitting here with a whole lotta Jack Squat.”

“Fuck off, Dean.” I feel the heat flushing my skin again. “I think maybe I should go see a doctor.”

“Nah, no. Come on, you gotta give us something.”

“Dean-” My stomach clenches.

“A word. A hand gesture. Anything.”

The water is still cool as it makes its way back up and out my throat. The mixture it makes with the bile not burning as much as before, but still making me gag and cough. I bring a hand up to rub away the tears at the corners of my eyes, squinting between my wet lashes and catching the sight of Dean’s surprise and disgust at the mess I just spewed onto his arm and bedspread.

A resigned look settles over his face as he stands and starts to peel away his soiled shirt. “I’m gonna head to the front desk, pay for another couple days and find the laundry room. Sammy, you ahhh, you take care of this.”

“Sorry, Dean,” I mumble as I let my head roll and fall back onto the pillow.

“It’s...it’s cool, we just gotta figure this all out.”

“Cas?” I beg.

“No answer.”

“What an asshole.” I close my eyes, squeezing them shut to try to block out the rocking sensation, jerking my muscles to fight the pull to roll and whine at the discomfort, barely hearing the conversation between Sam and Dean in another part of the room.

“Just keep looking - the lore, the books I got from her place, there’s gotta be something, man.”

“Dude, I’m trying.”

After a few more minutes, I hear the door open and close, then a sigh from Sam and the steady turn of pages from a book. I can’t tell how long I lie there, listening and focusing on being still until I fall asleep again.

And that’s the cycle that goes on. I spin and topple, watch the ceiling swirl above me while the mattress tilts and rolls; up and down don’t make any sense, everything is both up and down, constantly in some sort of twirling freefall even though I feel the mattress against me.

In between pushing water and the occasional cracker or slice of bread down my throat, the guys try different remedies and counter-spells. Mixtures of herbs and Latin, mysterious broths with questionable floating chunks, powders and oils sprinkled over me - none of it helps, most of them make me feel worse. I whine and pray for Castiel, and when he doesn’t answer, I scream and curse him out for not answering. He doesn’t answer to that, either.

I feel weaker every minute, stomach churning with both hunger and nausea, mind slowing, and body tired and shaking with every move. Muscles ache and cramp from heaving and curling in on myself. My skulls throbs, my tongue clicks against the dryness in my cheeks. Their kind whispers and nudges of encouragement develop into panicked pleas and desperate prayers, though no angel answers. I even hear whispers of summoning Crowley, and that’s where I draw the line.

“Take me. To a. God damn hospital.”

I don’t need to look at them to know they’re having some kind of facial journey conversation over me. I peel open my eyes, just catching Sam’s mouth opening and closing as he nervously chooses his words.

“Ah-I I don’t know if that’s the best idea. We still don’t know how you’re cursed, and if we don’t figure it out - you...you’re…” he sighs.

“I know. But at least they could make me comfortable.” I breathe shallowly, eyes hurting and unfocused, head floating and still wobbling. “You guys tried. I don’t want it to be like this. The -the end...I can’t deal with it anymore.”

I roll to my side, sliding until I feel the edge of the bed beneath my leg. They hesitate, still as statues, shoulders drawn tight and ready to argue. “I just can’t.”

They nod, lips in tight lines, hands on their hips as they accept my decision, it’s a quiet moment until they spring into action grabbing stuff and getting ready to go. Sam bundles me in a blanket, cautiously buckling the seatbelt over my lap, then Dean wedges a small trash can between my knees and wraps my hands around it.

“If you need to spew, spew into this.” He smiles, knowing how much I love his stupid movie references.

I smile weakly in return, “Don’t worry, I won’t make a mess in the mirthmobile.”

He pats my knee and heads for the front seat, starting Baby with a rumble that shakes its way right through my gut, breaking my short-lived promise.

Dean, to his credit, drives as easily as he can after I whimper during the first turn and sob into the wastebin. He and Sam apologize at each pothole and red light, Sam gives me the ETA as he directs Dean from the GPS.

Sam crawls out of the car as soon as Dean pulls up to the ER, giving me the chauffeur service. As soon as he gets me out of the car and into a wheelchair, Dean peels away to park Baby and join us inside.

The check-in process feels like it’s taking forever as they ask about my symptoms and medical history, and I struggle to remember my fake identity for the hospital records. The nurses are patient with me, not so much with Sam or Dean though when they interject with answers on my behalf and Dean lets his impatience shine through with a few snappy demands.

“We’re going to take her back, get her set up and then we will let you know when you can come on in, okay?” The nurse tells them, her words sweet, but voice a sharp edge of ‘do not fuck with me right now.’

“Christo.”

“What was that?” she snaps.

“Christ. It’s nothing, where’s the bathroom?

She points somewhere behind him with her chin and Dean huffs off back to the waiting room, Sam nodding in acceptance. “See you soon,” he pats my shoulder before going after Dean.

The nurse is gentle as she wheels me to a room, helps me get into a gown and down into the bed, my body fighting the spinning sensation with every bit of movement. She tucks me in with a warmed blanket from the cabinet.

She goes through the typical questions about my personal safety, which make me look at her funny until I remember that not only am I in rough shape from being sick, but also from fighting the witch - that, mixed with being flanked by the Winchesters must have set off some alarms. I just hope they’re not being detained by security. When I finally convince her of my well-being, she gets an IV drip started and tells me to rest while I wait for the doctor.

I nearly drift off until I hear the grating metal of the curtain slide, and Sam and Dean immediately hover over me.

“Fuck, thought we were gonna have to pull FBI rank just to get back here.” Dean just starts to bitch about the wait when the doctor arrives, flinging the curtain back and looking way too chipper for the time of day.

“Good evening,” he squirts some antibacterial lotion on his hands and shoots a wary glance at the guys at the side of the bed, “So, I understand you’re feeling dizzy?”

“Understatement,” Dean mumbles, followed by a smack from Sam.

I go through and repeat everything I had already told the nurse, recalling the last few days and groaning when a bad wave of the spins hit me. The doctor takes everything in with very serious nods and notes when something seems interesting. He gently examines me, feeling around for pain in my abdomen listening to my heart and my lungs, my eyes and ears.

“Any recent health issues?”

“A cold?” I offer, hoping to end this quickly.

“How many alcoholic beverages do you drink in a week?”

I hear the guys shift at the question. “A few, depends on work.”

“Is your job stressful?”

“Yeah, it can be.”

The doctor hums and stares at his computer, typing notes, “Fatigued?”

“Usually.”

More clicking. “Alright, I’ll be back shortly. You just get comfortable.”

I start to shiver as the saline solution pumps into my veins. The guys drag chairs up to the bed, fussing over me and joking about my epic hangover. They turn on the television and after watching quietly for a moment, Sam brings up a recent hunt. They start going over some of our greatest hits, memories of hunts and long car rides. It’s nothing too sappy, but still a total feel-good moment. I feel better than I have in days. I’m ready to be comfortable and just let this be how it goes. Easy. Quick. Make me comfortable and let me go. Every hunting trip ends sometime. The guys seem reluctant to go along, but don’t fight either.

“I’m glad you’re here, guys. Really,” I swallow the lump in my throat, glad I’m unable to form any tears at the moment.

“No place else we’d be,” Sam assures me, his eyes a little glassy. “Only wish we could fix this.”

“Don’t you dare.” I tell him sharply, knowing too well the guilt Sam holds on to and the lengths they tend to go. “I mean it.”

“Still no Cas,” Dean tells me. “I’ll keep trying, though. You get comfortable, but not too comfortable. Y’understand me?”

I can’t do anything but nod, Dean’s words hitting me hard enough to make my eyes burn with wanna-be tears.

The nurse changes out the IV bag when my body drains the first one, injecting something into the line she says should help with the nausea. Not long after, the doctor makes his way back in.

“How you doing in here? Fluids helping?”

“Uh,” I take inventory of myself, noticing the change - how my skin doesn’t feel so tight, the dryness in my mouth disappearing. “Yeah.”

“Good. We’ll keep that up.” He settles down on the hospital bed by my feet, and I zone out. I feel bad, he doesn’t know that I’m cursed and that there’s nothing he can do for me other than ease the ending for me. I hope she didn’t throw anything too nasty in there, nothing that would traumatize him, he seems nice. I focus on him again after he pats my hand. “We’ll monitor you a while longer to make sure the dehydration gets taken care of, and then get you on out of here.”

“Out of here?” Sam asks, voice shaky with hope.

“Yes. As long as your vitals check out, there’s no need to keep you. You’ve got a condition called Labyrinthitis. Not anything we need to keep you over.”

“Laby-what?” Dean mutters.

“Labyrinthitis,” he over-enunciates, “It’s an inflammation in the inner ear that can cause vertigo.” He pauses for a second to let me think it through, questions ready to escape as he continues, “Most likely developed from that cold you mentioned. That on top stress and alcohol consumption, and that’s probably how the infection took hold.”

“An ear infection?” Sam clarifies.

“Ahh, yes,” he answers cheerfully.

“And what can be done about it?”

“Well. Nothing. It’s a viral infection, should clear up on its own. I’ll send a prescription out for you for something to help with the nausea, are you familiar with Zofran?” He continues to talk, but most of the words turn into a dull droning sound while frustration tightens the muscles in my chest. “So, we’ll get you recharged with some fluids and then get you on your way. Shouldn’t be more than a couple hours.”

The spins start to take hold, and my head starts to rotate with them. I hear the words, but nothing seems to be settling just yet.

“She’s not - she’s not dying? You sure you don’t need to run some more tests or, or something?” Sam stutters.

“Dying?” the doctor lets out a chuckle, “No. She’s just badly dehydrated and suffering from a case of vertigo. Like I said, things should clear up. Just follow up with your doctor this week and if your condition worsens, make sure you come on back.”

He hands over some paperwork on the condition which Sam grabs and starts reading through. Dean sits there frozen, staring at the spot the doctor had just vacated.

No one says anything.

Sam finishes going over the paperwork, rubbing his hand over his mouth, “So...an ear infection. Not a curse.”

A noise near the door makes us stop. All three of us turn our attention to the new presence in the room, finding Castiel standing near the corner of the room. Dean and I both immediately, and quite unkindly, ask where the hell he’s been.

“Angel business.”

“Yeah? Well we had a big fucking scare man. You couldn’t pop down or give us some kind of answer?” Dean whisper-shouts.

“Important. Angel. Business. It ranks higher than an ear infection.” His annoyed tone gives me pause.

“Wait. You knew?! And you didn’t help me?!”

“Cas, come on man, you can’t just ghost us like that-”

“I am not at your beck and call for minor health inconveniences. You’ll recover. I have to get back.”

And he’s gone.

“Fucking angels.” Dean hisses, the color drained from his face and eyes practically vibrating with the conflict of relief and distress. “Fucking doctors. What good are either of them doing right now?”

“Well, you guys weren’t doing any better with all that witch crap. You’re lucky you didn’t actually curse me!” I snarl, trying to keep anyone outside the room from hearing.

“You’re gonna be lucky if I don’t try to curse you now,” Dean threatens and stomps out, flinging the curtain closed behind him.

“Aww, but Dean you were so sweet to me. The Wayne to my Garth!” I shout toward the hallway. I hear him grumble and his boots continue to stomp away. I lean back, exhausted after the brief five minutes of excitement.

“Sorry, Sam,” I whisper. A swirling mixture of emotions making my chest tighten. Or maybe just a fresh round of spins. Either way, I feel like a mess.

“It’s alright. It’s hard to remember that normal things happen to us sometimes.”

“Normal? This doesn’t feel normal, just really shitty. I blame Cas. Can we just blame Cas for all this? He could have fixed me.” I cover my face with my hands, rubbing at the crust by my eyes, before slapping them hard against my thighs. “That sonofabitch! He left without fixing me!”

“Well, relatively normal.” Sam shrugs apologetically. He then starts to ramble, something about how only five percent of something blah blah blah. He’s on a research tangent about my diagnosis. I tune him out while I silently pray to Cas, knowing he can hear me.

‘Castiel, guardian angel of trenchcoats or whatever, the next time I see your douchey ass…”

A/N 2: Written for @iwantthedean‘s Sickie Challenge. Thanks for letting me join, this was definitely a challenge, but a good one! I was feeling so out of practice for this fic, hope you enjoyed.

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[violethuesafterdark]

Age is but a Number

Yamcha stood in front of the bathroom mirror, washing his face in the sink. He had just got back from a hard day’s work at the auto shop and needed to wash away the sweat and dirt that covered him.

He looked in the mirror as he was drying his face with a towel. The once spry young man that looked at him was now a lot older. The bright pink scars were starting to fade into white, his long dark hair streaked with gray and his face lined with crow’s feet and smile lines. He didn’t like what he saw, thinking himself as an “old geezer.”

His wife Hecate walked into the room with freshly folded laundry. She was also showing signs of aging, her brown curly hair wrapped up in a bun with gray spread throughout. To Yamcha, she aged beautifully compared to himself.

Sensing his sadness, she put down the basket and wrapped her arms around her husband’s waist, resting her head between his shoulder blades.

“What’s wrong, sweetness?”

“I look like a wrinkled up plastic bag.”

“You absolutely do not! You’re still just as handsome as the day we met.”

He huffed. “You’re only saying that to make me feel better. You’re still beautiful and I’m just…old.”

She raised her head and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Really now?”

“Yes, really.”

“Well. If you want me to make you feel better, then I can’t use just my words.”

She continued, “Now, I want you keep your hands on the sink and firmly plant yourself on the ground. You are going to look straight into that mirror and nowhere else. Do you understand?”

He nods.

“Good. Let me show you how gorgeous you really are.”

She reached under his shirt, her hands traveling up from his waist, over his abs and up to his chest. His breathing hitched as she sucked on his neck, her hands squeezing on his pecs.

“Are you starting to understand me now?”

“Mhmmm…”

“Good,” she whispered.

She started kissing down his exposed back, her fingers trailing down with her. She placed her head back on his left shoulder as her hands reached down for the button and zipper on his jeans. The jeans dropped with just a flick of her wrist using her ki magic. From there, she smoothed her hands over his thickening cock in his boxers with Yamcha instinctively bucking his hips.

“Baby-”

“Shhh,” she cooed. “Just keep looking in the mirror. See how sexy you still are.”

She pulled out his blossoming erection and stroked him gently.

“I want you to watch yourself, Yamcha. Watch as you cum for me. I will never get tired of seeing your face when you cum. Will you cum for me?”

“Oooh Kami yes!”

“Good. Come now. Give in as I take you there.”

Her grip tightened on him, her strokes becoming more furious and fervent. She circled her thumb over his head and he moaned softly.

A few more strokes later, he came ferociously over her hands, the seed dripping down to the bathroom floor. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he finally saw his face had changed from a sad older man to a reawakened wolf ready to hunt for its next meal.

“Feel better now?” She whispered once more.

Within seconds, he ripped away the rest of his clothes, picked up his wife and threw her carefully onto their bed.

“Oh, I feel more than better,” he growled with a playful smirk. “Now it’s your turn, lovey.”

“Wait just a min-aaaaaaahhhhhhh” she tried to protest. She was rudely, yet delightfully interrupted with his tongue on her clit. He licked up every drop of her essence as she herself got wet making him cum for her. As if on cue, her legs wrapped tightly around his skull, his hair brushing lightly against her inner thighs. He grabbed a hold of her outer thighs to steady himself as his tongue dove deeper into her core.

“Yamcha, you sonava-” she screamed.

“Hmm? What’s that? Want me to stop now?” He replied facetiously.

Instantly regretting her choice of words, she recoiled and apologized.

“Mmm. That’s what I thought,” he  chuckled. “My lovely, beautiful wife only deserves to be treated as a queen. And as such…she should take to her throne.”

Her breath quickened and she immediately removed the long red skirt which had barely just covered him. Yamcha laid back down on the bed, his head merely inches from the edge.

“Go ahead lovey. I’ll hold your hips as you sit down,” he reassured.

“I know you will. I always know you will,” she moaned out as she placed her dripping pussy down onto his waiting mouth.

Without hesitation, he goes back to teasing her with his masterful tongue and lips, her hips rocking back and forth with each lick and kiss.

Her hands gravitated to his hair as she lovingly ran her fingers through it, feeling her orgasm about to come through in the pit of her stomach.

His moaning encouraged her to cum for him, and she came deliciously into his mouth. After a moment, she moved off of his face and rested her shaking body onto his.

“Wow babe, I really made you cum, didn’t I?” He grinned.

“You… absolutely did. Now, tell me sweetness. Do you still feel old?”

He laughed. “Not anymore, no. I don’t think I’m going to forget about that moment in the bathroom mirror for a while.”

He took a minute to leave a few loving kisses on her lips, still tasting her on his own lips. “Thank you lovey. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

She happily sighed. “Definitely not this.”

[yukiwrites]

Happy Birthday, Zi!

Today’s a very special day, the birthday of my dear friend and hommie Zi @raichus @ookami and although our schedules haven’t been matching lately (and that you’ve moved on from Fates), I deeply wish for you to be happy, have a great day, and, most of all, to enjoy this SIN ;D May we get along this year as well, hommie!! *hugs forever*

Kamui spent the entire day restless. And it was all because of her husband’s words on the previous night as they cuddled to sleep.

“I shall be the first one to wish you a happy birthday tomorrow, my Queen; and I will be the last one to give you a present I am certain you will absolutely adore.” He whispered by her ear, making the hair of her neck bristle.

The drowsiness immediately left Kamui’s body as she turned her head to look at her husband, trapped in his arms. “W-what is it?” The Queen inadvertently licked her lips.

Xander tightened his embrace, pressing his hands from his wife’s hips to her chest, making her unable to turn and face him. Then, he bit her pointy ear, feeling her tremble under his mouth. “Surely I will enjoy it, though not as much as you, my Queen.”

Kamui couldn’t sleep. It was her birthday, for gods’ sake! She had Queenly duties to attend to: a procession, a ball, a public speech… and she had plans to sneak into the festival held in her name at the underground town.

But now… she couldn’t think of anything else but her husband. He acted the very same throughout the day, though a smirk betrayed him sometimes when she broached the subject.

“If you keep asking me about it, Little Princess,” he called her old nickname only to make her blush and anticipate it more, “we will mess our schedule.”

Because I won’t be able to stop penetrating you, was what she heard and her throat immediately went dry. She rested her face over her husband’s chest while they waited for the time for their speech, trying to calm herself down. It took all Xander had not to wrap his arms around her, but he managed to only pat her head, their hearts beating in sync.

“I never wished for a day to end as much as I do now.” She whispered, the heat rising from her chest to her neck, cheeks and ears.

When Xander spoke, Kamui heard his voice reverberating through his ribs. “As do I, my Queen. Only you can make me feel the way I am now – to even entertain the thought of forsaking my duties to love you.”

Kamui grabbed Xander’s arms, squeezing them as much as she squeezed her eyes. “You’re not helping, my King!”

“Haha,” Xander chuckled, then took two quick glances around the corridor they were in to check for witnesses before pulling his wife for a small kiss. “Come, now, my Queen. The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can be on each other’s arms.”

For better or for worse, King and Queen were side by side the entire day -- ever reminding each other of their desires. They enacted the public speech together, opened the ball together and walked the procession side by side, though not in that specific order.

Kamui couldn't remember what the order was.

She felt bad for not enjoying the festivities as much as she was supposed to since a lot of people worked hard for her sake and all... but every single time she smiled and turned to her husband to comment on something, the sparks of untold love hymns kept her on her toes.

"Kamui, my dear, are you all right? You've been out of it all day." Camilla asked after the ball was over. She, Elise and Kamui had made plans to go to town to enjoy the rest of the night until dawn at the communal festival, but the older sister started to worry.

The Queen felt a drop of cold sweat stream down her back, "I'm really sorry, Camilla... But I do feel rather exhausted." She huffed, giving a weak smile as she leaned one hand over her husband's shoulder, for support.

"Indeed," Xander cleared his throat, looking straight at the corridor in front of them as he slipped one hand over Kamui's waist. "Would you apologize to Elise for us, Camilla? I'm afraid I am also eager to go to bed."

The worry for her little sister didn't let Camilla of all people to pick up the lustful vibes coming out of both royals' pores. Instead, she just hugged Kamui tenderly and patted her on the head.

"I shall, Xander." She looked from the King to the Queen, "make sure to rest, hm?" She winked before turning on her heel, "Kamui needs no more exercise today, you hear?" The princess giggled before blowing a kiss and taking the next turn back to the ballroom.

Perhaps she did receive some of the signals after all.

They felt like they were back to the days where they had to hide their love -- both Xander and Kamui could feel one another's body calling for each other; the sparks between them almost visible to the naked eye.

Not yet, however. A few more turns and stairs and they would be at their sanctuary.

Kamui's hand bumped onto Xander's and they felt electricity running through their fingertips -- which made the King grab his wife's hand, not caring about being seen by the occasional guards here and there.

They didn't remember reaching their room, but once they did, the door was locked the moment they stepped in, their mouths already joined on each other.

Bring pressed against the door, Kamui moaned with impatience, already wanting him inside of her from the get-go. Her hungry hands quickly traveled through his party garments, blindly unbuttoning everything she could find as her breath was being taken away with one of the longest kisses they've ever had.

"Hah... Kamui..." Xander bemoaned, putting some hair behind her pointy ear before descending his mouth to her neck; his hands to the corset’s strings on her back -- thankfully, her party dress was easy to take off.

Throughout the day, the Queen had forgotten she had a present to look forward to and instead spent all those long hours simply wishing to be ravished by her husband.

But oh, was she in for a surprise.

Once her dress was properly on the floor, revealing her white lingerie, -- bra, panties and garter belt as well as socks -- Xander picked his wife up so as to place her on the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, expecting a night of pleasure.

However, after placing her on the bed, Xander only pressed his forehead on hers, their hot breaths intertwining. "Happy birthday once again, my Queen," he smiled, nipping at her lower lip. She licked his before digging her hands on his hair, pulling him for another kiss as she arched her back towards his body, brushing her chest on his bare skin. "Do not be impatient, now. You have waited all day." He smirked.

"Mhmmm...!" She complained, lust taking over her mind so, she lost her words, her hands traveling around her husband's open shirt so as to make him strip it.

Xander kneeled with Kamui in the middle of his legs and slowly took off the open coat and unbuttoned shirt while the Queen relished on the view, licking her lips. His body was still one of a soldier, and she never got enough of looking at every fiber of his muscles and scars. They danced as he breathed heavily, slicking his hair back with one hand, act of which made Kamui squeeze her eyes in pleasure. She rubbed her legs together and bit her lip, wanting so very much to be pounded mercilessly.

"Give it to me... oh, give it to me, Xander..." She begged, looking at the bulge inside his pants. Xander licked his upper lip before sliding his hand down towards his pants -- though the place he reached was one of the pockets.

He took a small vial out, which contained a semi-transparent oil in it. Huffing and midway to taking off her bra, Kamui tilted her head to the side. "What...'s that?"

"Allow me to help you with that," he said instead, taking the bra she was holding over her chest and throwing it over his shoulder.  Kamui never took her eyes off of the vial.

Her body instinctively went up and down, missing his thrusts tremendously. "X-Xander... please..." She begged, not knowing what for: the penetration or the answer for her question.

Xander showed both of them to her. With the vial still in one hand, he opened the buttons of his pants and freed his pulsating erection, making Kamui squirm under him and reach for her own underwear.

Since some years previous, Kamui's choice of underwear has been an easy kind to strip: one that had two ribbons on both sides of the hip so all she needed to do was untie them and she would be ready for her husband anytime, anywhere. She thanked the heavens for that at that moment, slowly pulling the underwear through her inner thigh, stomach and breast before throwing it somewhere on the bed.

Xander pulled the vial's lid with his mouth, spitting it somewhere on the floor right after. "This here, my Queen, is your present." He rubbed his index on the vial’s lip, taking a small amount of oil and softly touched his wife's nipple with it.

"Hya!" She shrieked, flinching. Immediately her right nipple bristled, the shivers making the hairs of her body go up. "It's... it's so cold..."

"Indeed, my Queen," Xander leaned on one elbow so as to whisper to Kamui's face before licking it, trailing his mouth towards the nipple he had touched and sucking it.

Confused but liking every moment of it, Kamui clenched her hands over the sheets under her, moaning her husband's name. "Ahnn... Xander..." He barely touched her -- really, he was just sucking her nipples -- but it somehow felt like so much more due to the shivers she had just had.

After licking it one more time, Xander raised his head and tilted the vial's oil towards Kamui's free nipple. "It is a special kind of aphrodisiac, my Queen." He said, watching as a droplet fell from the container towards Kamui's nipple. Once again she flinched and grabbed the sheets under her. "It reacts differently for men and women -- for men, it makes their skins hotter. For women, well, this happens." He finished, reaching for the slathered breast and licking the oil out (it tasted like almonds).

That sent a wave of sensations to Kamui -- it had been cold while the oil was over her and even while Xander's mouth and hotness was mixed in it, the area didn't get any warmer -- it was as though both hot and cold were fighting a battle of dominance over her body.

Unconsciously Kamui found herself grabbing Xander's hair, wanting him to keep going. The King, however, had other plans: he licked his way up to her mouth in order to distract her hands around him so he could put himself on his knees once again.

Kamui moaned, impatient. She could almost feel her insides dripping just by anticipation. "What do you plan... on doing to me, my King?" She submissively placed both hands over her head, as though he could simply tie her up and do as he pleased. He would need her hands, however.

"You do remember, my Queen, what happens when we insert ice into you, hm?" He brought the vial close to his erection -- now shining with preseminal fluid -- and poured the rest of its content over it, coating the entirety of his penis under a controlled moan. It was indeed very hot!

Entranced by his now dripping penis, Kamui slowly took her legs under her husband and raised them so he could simply place himself in the middle and penetrate her. "I remember..." She said plainly, not wanting to talk.

Xander grabbed both of her legs -- the hand he used to spread the oil over his penis making Kamui's left calf shiver with cold -- and pulled her hips over his thighs, bringing her vulva dangerously close to his erection. "And that, as the ice melted, it also washed away your natural lubrication?" He asked, prodding the glans over her vaginal opening.

"Ahnnn...!" Kamui threw her head back, the shivers making her entire body tremble and bristle. "I...ah... remember..."

"Ah, my Queen, perhaps I am the one enjoying this present the most, after all. The view from here is out of this world." He commented, sliding his oily hand through her leg, watching as her nipples hardened with the stimuli. "This time, Little Princess... that will not happen." He said before penetrating his beloved ever so slowly.

Kamui stretched out a moan, trembling all over -- her insides twitching so much around him, Xander thought she had come already. "It's-ahh... It's so cold... But it's going in... so well..." She squeezed her eyes in pleasure, her shoulders trembling.

"Ah, Kamui, how you suck me in!" He mused, bending over towards her, accepting her desperate hug. The tips of her fingers were cold, but her entire body was hot.

Since the oil was only that -- a solution that brought the sensation of hot and cold, it wouldn't melt nor wash off the natural lubricant, while being one itself. Kamui, at moment, felt as though a chunk of ice shaped like Xander's erection was being inserted into her -- and the way her body reacted by shrinking around it made the penetration that much harder and pleasing.

Xander took it all out before putting it all back in, relishing on her sweet voice by his ear. His insides pulsated -- it was dangerously hot, so much that he felt that his own composure could melt away.

"It feels so cold... but my chest is hot..." Kamui dug her nails over his back, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Warm everything up, Xander... give me what you're feelin-ahh...!"

Kamui needn't finish the phrase: Xander thrusted one more time; and again and again. "Forgive me, my Queen... you suck me too much for my restraint to work." He apologized before accelerating his movements, overwhelming Kamui even more.

Her legs felt weak due to the cold, but they held tightly so she would never leave that embrace -- his thrusts went deep and right, rubbing over her sensitive spot with that ice-cold temperature. As Xander's movements got stronger and his breath, harsher, Kamui struggled to keep her eyes open so she could watch him as he came.

He did it first, though they might as well had come together -- as soon as the expression hit his face, Kamui felt it too. But that wasn't just it.

"Oh... Oh, ah oh no... this is amazing...!" Kamui marveled, wincing in pleasure as she squeezed Xander's neck, the post-orgasmic fog thickening around her head as her body shivered and twitched around him.

Then she came again, though he hadn't done anything save for kissing her temple.

"Xander... Ah, Xander... This is..." She cried tears of pleasure, her entire body exhausted not from his reckless pounds, but from the multiple orgasms.

Amused and curious, his shaft trapped inside Kamui as she refused to unwrap her legs from around him, Xander tried looking down at her, who still hugged him tightly. Her twitches around him made him roll his eyes in pleasure, feeling another erection on its way. "Though I am enjoying this, I have no idea what is happening, my Queen."

His voice by her ear made Kamui come once again. "Ah... oh, oh no, you're getting erec--ahh...!" She huffed, trying to calm herself down. "Xander... My King... how many of these magical oils have you bought...?" She thought that, by talking, she could take her mind off of the pleasure.

The King nipped at her pointy ear. "For tonight? I have three still in my pocket. Though I have stocked fifteen." He chuckled, kissing her temple and neck.

"F-fifteen...?!" She moaned, almost managing to forget the battle of temperatures inside of her. "No... you need to stock up more. Our schedule tomorrow doesn't begin until early afternoon, correct...?" She seemingly changed subjects again, letting go of the hug just enough for their foreheads to touch. Xander chuckled, kissing her lips.

"Indeed?" His reply a question, he felt her insides pulsate around him again.

"We need fifty. And I think we can maybe... use... seven tonight."

"My Queen...!" He exclaimed, immediately inserting his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. "Fifty? Seven?" He couldn't believe it.

"Xander... my Xander, my King... you have no idea how good this feels." She huffed, squeezing her eyes as she felt his semen drip down from inside of her to his legs. "The oil doesn't mix with anything... so even while you're inside of me, feeling ice cold... your fluids are so, so hot... burning all of me..." She remembered the feeling and squeezed his neck again, the effects of the oil almost wearing off. "Hot and cold fought a battle while you’re inside of me and it's... the best thing I've ever felt..." She bemoaned. "I'm ready to have this oil splattered all over my body tonight... ALL over it." She squeezed her embrace on both legs and arms, feeling him deeper inside her.

Xander bit her neck.

Though her cry wasn't of pain but of pleasure -- he tried to keep himself sane: she had just given him permission to ravish her through every way possible and not to worry about the next day since she would have all morning to rest.

They would need to come up of other places to make use of the oil -- on a hot day, at the beach, inside a lake... the array of possibilities was vast, and they had many birthdays ahead of them to try.

"I love you, my Queen," Xander confessed before stealing a kiss and starting to move again, forgetting the oil. First, they would need to pull away from each other to enjoy the properties of the solution, but night was young. Kamui didn’t hear her own voice when she replied, losing herself to the pleasure her beloved provided her.

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History Repeats Part 5 (IM RP)

After playing sly fox Shun in both Second Chance and Glory Days, here I am role playing as our playboy doctor Maki who’s bumped into an ex, desperately trying to avoid history repeating itself again. Well, I’ll say both of them should try harder if that’s what they want but WHAT do they WANT?

That’s the ultimate question for everyone, isn’t it?

Me as Yukihisa Maki x amixofmidori as Midori Page

❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ Midori’s POV

Was what I heard meant to be some kind of test? Vindictive to provoke some kind of answer I wasn’t sure I wanted him to hear, or know - more the latter rather than former. My shoulders dropping heavily with what felt like the expectations of the word suddenly falling onto them, I stopped still, near frozen in the half stride I was in and brought my bottom lip tightly up between my teeth in order to give myself a short time waster; possibly over thinking the response i was half ready to spit out, even if my voice communicated the thoughts I had tumbling around inside my head rather weakly.

“Top draw in the bathroom vanity for the blow dryer; everything else, if you’re actually being serious still lives in the bottom drawer of the dresser in the bedroom like it always did. I’m sure you’re a big boy and can manage to find your way there yourself – yes? Or do you need me to hold your hand and walk you there?”

While I don’t particularly want it to, I can’t stop the gratifying smirk which pulls at my lips when my eyes deceive what I actually expect them to do - dropping down to admire still - how tempting, attractive and irresistible Yukihisa after all these years; shirtless, still is. Wondering if there’s any underlying enigma or paradox to why he’s so easily (or so it seems) accepted my desire for company.

“Stop me if I’m being too bold with my insinuations - but it seems like we both are after something which could be ‘ideally’ fixed with a simple solution. You want to dry off and I’m after 15 minutes of distraction, if you haven’t already noticed, to haul myself out of the boredom of hell of which I’ve been dragged deep into”, I explain; stepping forward half cautiously to close the gap between us, “You up for some fun? It won’t take long – I mean, in the past, it ever use to.”

When I’m close enough - a mere few centimeters enforcing lack of personal space; I find that without thinking, my fingers are already lingering at Yukihisa’s hips. Lazily, they dance and draw patterns of swirls and stripes up his chest until they become comfortable around the back of his neck and without any warning, I’ve jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist forcing the young doctor to catch me.

“…… mhmmm”, I mumble quietly before adding a semi-honest, “I’ve missed you.”

Yukihisa‘s POV

Fun- was the only word that caught my attention though I would guess the one she prefers me to hear was she’s missed me which didn’t seem relevant when it comes to fun, it sounded flattering nevertheless.

With my hands giving a firm squeeze on her round bum, I crushed my lips onto hers and stumbled across the corridor to finally making my way to her bedroom. Slamming the door closed with one foot, her body warmth was firing me up through the thin soft fabric but the soaked pants confining my growing twitch underneath was still very uncomfortable.

I lifted up her right leg and held her in place, lips still deeply connected and exploring her cavern. One hand impatiently getting rid of the sticky undergarments before my fingers found their ways to the hem of hers and pulled them down without a second delay.

Neither of us spoke. No words were needed to express what we wanted- FUN, that’s what we’re both after, were we? A quickie, a harmless, mind-blowing distraction.

Lowering my attention to her breasts while my hand had sneaked onto her thigh and spread her wider. Her sharp gasp and arched back were good signs, tempting me to taste more of her. I flickered my tongue once I had pushed her bra up and sucked harder when the first whimper escaped her juicy lips. Grinning wickedly, I pulled away and waited for her eyes to open. Once her mischievous beautiful eyes met mine again, they were now twinkling with lust.

Positioning myself at her entrance and brushing my manhood against her wet folds ever so lightly before slamming it into her. The empty room was soon filled with slapping moist flesh sounds surrounded by heavy lustful panting, satisfying groans and moans in pleasurable ecstasy.

The familiar feeling of her tightening around me was strangely exciting and comforting, she’s closed. Her signs were the same, people could change their appearances and even personalities but the fundamentals remained the same, as long as it came to human bodies. I pumped harder, faster but pulled out just in time, “Well, it looks like your fifteen minutes is up.”

The moment the words slipped my mouth, I could feel the corners of my lips curl into a smirk. God, I’m such a cruel jerk but then again, her expression- watching her high and low was still worth it. Whether she’s about to beg or slap me next didn’t matter, the fun we I just had was enough to entertain me for the rest of the evening. The phone rang at the perfect time as I pulled up my trousers and looked decent again, “Hi Shun, the service was fine. No, of course, I didn’t forget. I … just bumped into an old acquaintance. Yes, Bar Lupin, on my way now.”

I quickly hung up and thanked her like I planned before leaving the apartment and woman I had left years ago all over again.