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[remodelindiana06]

From rain showers to steam rooms: Customizing your bathroom wet area for your needs

The bathroom wet area is an essential part of any home, where we spend a considerable amount of time each day. From taking a quick shower to a relaxing soak in the bathtub, our bathroom needs to be customized to our needs and preferences. Looking for a bathroom remodel near me? In this article, we will explore various ways to customize your bathroom wet area to create a space that suits your unique needs.

Rain showers: If you are someone who loves a spa-like experience, rain showers are an excellent option to consider. Rain showers come in various shapes and sizes, and they provide a gentle and relaxing flow of water that resembles rainfall. They are often mounted on the ceiling to provide a luxurious and immersive experience. Rain showers can be an excellent addition to a bathroom that has a modern and minimalist design, as they add a touch of elegance and sophistication to the space.

Steam rooms: Steam rooms are an excellent option for those who want to experience the benefits of steam therapy in the comfort of their own home. Steam rooms provide a relaxing and soothing environment, and they are known to improve blood circulation, ease muscle tension, and promote relaxation. They also help to open up your pores and cleanse your skin, leaving you feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Steam rooms can be installed in your bathroom, and they come in various sizes and shapes to fit your needs and preferences.

Jacuzzi tubs: Jacuzzi tubs are a popular option for those who love to take long soaks in the tub. Jacuzzi tubs come with built-in jets that provide a massage-like experience, and they are known to provide therapeutic benefits. They can help to relieve muscle tension, improve circulation, and promote relaxation. Jacuzzi tubs are available in various sizes and shapes, and they can be customized to fit your bathroom's design and style.

Bench seating: If you have a large bathroom, you can consider adding bench seating to your wet area. Bench seating provides a comfortable place to sit and relax while you take a shower or a bath. It can also be used as a storage space for towels and other bathroom essentials. 

Multiple showerheads: If you have a large family or enjoy taking showers with your partner, you can consider installing multiple showerheads in your bathroom. Multiple showerheads provide a more efficient and convenient way to take a shower, as everyone can have their showerhead and control the water flow and temperature. Multiple showerheads can be installed in various configurations, such as a wall-mounted panel or a ceiling-mounted system.

Water-resistant speakers: If you love to listen to music or podcasts while you take a shower or a bath, you can consider installing water-resistant speakers in your bathroom. Water-resistant speakers are designed to withstand moisture and humidity, and they provide excellent sound quality. They can be connected to your smartphone or other devices via Bluetooth, and they can be controlled with a remote or an app.

In conclusion, customizing your bathroom wet area is an excellent way to create a space that suits your needs and preferences. Whether you prefer rain showers, steam rooms, Jacuzzi tubs, bench seating, multiple showerheads, or water-resistant speakers, there are many options available to you. Contact Us: Website: https://bathsrus.com/indianapolis/ Address: 5701-Fortune Cir S # G, Indianapolis, Indiana, 46241, USA. Phone: (463)265-0060 Visit Our Socials:

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Aegon bathing and asking his wife to join him

It's been so long since I posted anything about HotD. Have you seen the trailers? I'm so excited for the new season!! This one has been in my wips for a long time, but I kicked myself to finish it today to celebrate the upcoming season

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You entered the ensuite of your and Aegon’s shared bedchamber, hair unpinned and cascading down your back. Outside your quarters, they were always pinned into a braided hairstyle, concealing their true length to the court’s eyes. It’s good to have a distinction between the way a lady presents herself to the people and what is only for her husband’s eyes. Your day dress was replaced by an emerald green silk robe with dainty broderies along the lapels, a gift from the queen, given to you on your and Aegon’s wedding day. It was beautiful. 

‘’There you are,’’ you said, seeing Aegon in the tub, steam rising from the scalding hot water. 

His eyes shifted to you, the corner of his mouth curling when they fell on your attire. He poured more wine into his cup, splashing some water over the side of the tub due to the movements. ‘’My wife is a sight for sore eyes.’’ 

His speech wasn’t slurred, but it would soon be if he continued drinking.

You offered him a soft smile in response to his compliment. ‘’And my husband is about to be drunk.’’ 

Aegon grinned. ‘’I’m perfectly sober.’’

You shook your head as you approached, then sat on the stool by the tub as he bathed. ‘’If you’re sober, why is this pitcher almost empty?’’ 

Aegon laughed. He was caught. 

‘’Will you be joining me in the bath?’’

He wished he could spend every night of his life just like this — just you and him, alone with one another. No more worrying about his duties as first son of the king and heir of the throne. No more worried about needing to produce heirs. Neither of you were ready to raise children, but his mother kept making subtle hints that a babe was needed soon. 

‘’It depends.’’ 

Aegon leaned back in the tub and took another sip of wine, enjoying the warmth enveloping his body. ‘’I wouldn't mind some company,’’ he said with a playful glint in his eyes. 

You chuckled, standing up and untying the sash of your robe. Under, you had on a nightgown made of the same material, but in a lighter shade. It had delicate thin straps and almost touched the floor. You until the ties of the straps and stepped out of the nightgown, which made Aegon’s mouth curl into a smirk. 

Carefully, you stepped into the tub and lowered yourself to sit opposite him. 

Aegon's gaze lingered on you, grateful that you were his. To his eyes, there was no woman more beautiful than you. Without a word, he reached out and gently took hold of your ankles, pulling your feet closer to him until they rested against his thighs.

Before getting wed, you had heard the whispers at court about how Aegon wouldn’t make a great husband. How he could never be faithful to his wife as he was always frequenting brothels and sleeping around. How cold he was emotionally. 

He wasn’t like that with you. Everything that had been said turned out to be wrong. 

‘’How long can we stay here?’’ he asked, his fingers tracing patterns along your calves. 

You smiled at his touch, allowing yourself to relax. Despite the rumors and whispers that had surrounded him, you knew the truth — Aegon was kind, caring, and fiercely devoted to you. No one could compete with your beauty. He also had a dirty mind and a slight drinking problem, but you knew how to deal with him.

‘’As long as we want,’’ you replied, running your fingers through the water. ‘’We are not expected anywhere until the morrow.’’

Aegon sighed. He hated duty. ‘’Sometimes, I dream of a life where we can be together like this, without the weight of our titles pressing down on us. A life where we can choose our own path, without the expectations of others. I…I don’t want to be king. Unfortunately, my whole future has been planned before I knew how to speak.’’

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[patrophthia]

congrats for the 1K!! would love to read a fic where reader has been loosing her vaseline lip therapy boxes and she asks theo where it’s gone, he says he doesnt know abt them but he took some 2 see why reader likes it sm & now hes obsessed aswell 🥹 thx uu

hi omg thank you! i always see you on my notifs and am so glad you finally sent in an ask!!!

dirty little liar | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, shy theo and he’s so cute about it

part of my 1k celebration event !

Theodore Nott (your beloved boyfriend) is a dirty little liar. He wasn’t a good liar at the start of your relationship, and he sure as hell wasn’t one now; sitting pretty on the Slytherin’s common room sofa with his bag a few inches away from him, the flaps open after his attempts at pulling out a quill.

You’re slightly frustrated when you find him, brows furrowed as you scan your surroundings for the small tub you’ve grown so fond off. “Theo, have you seen my lip therapy?”

Theodore cocks his head at your words, feigning cluelessness as to what your ‘lip therapy’ was. “No?” He supplies, sounding unsure of himself.

You don’t really think too much of it though, this was the third time this week you’ve asked him this very question. Each time pretending as if he doesn’t know what it was you’re looking for.

“Are you sure?” You ask again with a slight disappoint glint in your eyes.

He hesitates, wanting to let up yet he’s played this game for too long to let loose of it so easily. “Mhmm,” he hums.

You sigh, taking a seat besides him on the sofa. Your thigh bumps into his bag slightly, knocking out the contents within its pocket. You frown a bit, picking up the items that spills out of it.

Gum. Quill. A few sickles. Eye drops. Another quill. Vaseline lip therapy.

Wait, Vaseline lip therapy?

You hold the small container in your hand, looking up at Theodore suspiciously to only find him looking back at you with a sheepish smile. You have half the mind to throw it at his face and call him a filthy liar while the other half of you want to shut down and take in the utter betrayal from your boyfriend’s actions. Instead, you stay calm and ask him to: “explain yourself.”

Theodore bites the corner of his cheeks, eyeing the tub in your hand carefully. “Uhm— you’ve always had it— it was always laying around, and I knew you used it so kept it for you.”

“You kept it for me?” You ask him, untrusting. Theodore nods. “Then why did you say no when I asked you if you’ve seen it.”

He’s dead. Not figuratively. He just really fucked up, didn’t he? “I forgot?” As if it couldn’t have gotten worse, he gives you the worst lie you’ve ever heard.

“Right.” You’re nodding, and he thinks he might actually get away with it. But things are never that easy, is it? “Tell me the truth or we’re through.”

Surely, you don’t mean— nope, your face is too stern for you to be bluffing. He’s shy when he answers you truthfully: “you’re always using it I just— I wanted to know why you liked it so much so I tried it and just forgot to place it back where I found it.”

“And the other two?”

“Malfoy and Zabini saw me using it and stole it for themselves,” he grunts, clearly annoyed by his friends behaviors. You laugh and he’s the one to frown now. “What?”

“Nothing,” you giggle, “you’re just cute.”

The tip of his ears singes red, cheeks heating at your words. “So you’re not mad at me?”

You laugh again, rolling your eyes playfully as you tossed the small container in his direction. He catches it with ease, eyes shifting between you and the tub. “Just mad enough to remind you that you owe me three of these little replacements.”

When you stand up, his dark eyes are still on yours; lips jutting out slightly as your warmth slips away from the sofa where you sat mere seconds ago. And when you lean down, placing a short kiss on his lips (one he was quick to return) out of pity, you can’t help but comment on how it: “seems like the stolen products were doing its job.”

— from bee: i need to apologize for long it took me to write this, im really sorry bae omg TT

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This large home just sold yesterday. It's a 1970 build in Atkins, VA, a very expanded A-Frame. It has 7bds, 3ba, and sold for $250K.

There's a large sunny entrance.

The A-Frame part is lovely. It has a wall of windows, a turquoise spiral staircase, beautiful brick fireplace, and doors to a long covered terrace.

The owners are still doing some work on it, which is nice, and I think that the home is so cheery.

There are 2 balconies above the main room. You can see the dining area and the kitchen from here.

The kitchen has a counter and serving window to the dining room.

The cabinets have been painted white b/c they're dated mid-century modern.

The rest of the galley kitchen is painted a nice greenish blue.

This is very nice and it looks like they're replacing the countertops.

The galley kitchen leads here, so it's an L-shaped kitchen with the cabinets painted green.

There are glass doors with a stained glass side light that opens to a large great room.

It has a fireplace and stained glass.

On the 2nd fl., there's this bedroom with interesting architecture.

Lovely den with doors to the terrace.

The bath is nice and clean, with a marble tub surround and lots of storage.

This bedroom is newly redone.

And, this bath is lovely.

This room is finished, also.

The 3rd bath is also lovely.

The spiral stairs continue down to the lower level.

Very nice family room down here. Look at all the lights in the ceiling.

This room would make a great craft space and the washer & dryer are in the closet, too.

A very large enclosed sun room. This home goes on and on. For $250K, once it's finished and decorated, it will look like a mansion.

This upstairs room must be in the A-Frame part.

There's a tiny cabin with a porch on the property.

And, here's a fenced, neglected basketball court. It even has lighting.

The home is on a beautiful treed 3 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/727-Gait-Ln-Atkins-VA-24311/229695954_zpid/

[absolute-flaming-trash]

Pairing: Yandere!Mahito x AFAB!Reader

SFW (ish)

Word Count: 2'060

Warnings: Yandere, Previously established (forced) relationship, Invasion of privacy, Nudity, Threats, Implied stalking, Nonconsensual touching, Reader eats shit in the tub (as in they fall).

Additional Notes: Reader is a foreigner in Japan.

You decided to leave the door open this time.

There wouldn’t be much point in shutting it, you had decided. The door to the bathroom was there for privacy, and while this wasn’t your home, you were alone so shutting it would’ve felt redundant.

The scent of eucalyptus filled the air as you sat on the edge of the tub and poured a generous amount of foaming bath soap into the water as it filled.

The house you were in was more Western-styled than the rest of the neighborhood. Part of you found it funny since, if someone were going to move to another country, you’d think they’d embrace the cultural differences that came with it - including home design.

That being said it did make a few things easier for yourself since you were also a foreigner, however you hardly ever complained when it came to your line of work.

Your job was a simple one. While the residents were away on vacation, you’d stay and take care of their home as well as whatever plants or animals that occupied it.

The owners got peace of mind while they were away and you got both a free place to live and paid to do almost nothing. Wins all around, in your opinion.

The cat you were looking after sat just outside the entrance to the bathroom, the tip of its tail twitching back and forth as it watched the water level in the tub rise.

“Don’t worry, Ashy, this isn’t for you.” You said as you put the cap back on the soap bottle and tested the temperature of the water with your right hand.

Ashes, the sleek Russian Blue feline narrowed her eyes in apparent scrutiny and her tail thumped against the carpet a little harder. The sight made you chuckle lightly.

“It isn’t, I promise.” The assurance in your tone was the same one would use when talking to a toddler. “See?”

You stood from the tub and began undressing, making quick work of your shirt and pants. Your amusement only grew when Ashes immediately got up and walked away, presumably to find a place to lay down that wasn’t near temporary bodies of water.

Once the water was about six inches from the top you shut it off and removed the rest of your clothing. The sigh that left you was low when you stepped in and settled amongst the bubbles, the hot water enveloping you in a gentle embrace that made your eyes close and your head rest against the edge of the tub.

The bathtub was nice - nicer than anything you had ever previously owned. It was long enough that you could properly stretch your legs out while being deep enough that the water came just above chest level. The only thing that could have possibly made it better was if it came with jets, but you certainly weren’t complaining with how things were.

Taking in a deep breath, you sank under the water and resurfaced a second later, letting out a long exhale while wiping the water away from your eyes.

It felt good. Being surrounded by warmth and not having to think about anything you had to do.

“Well, this is an interesting sight.”

The unexpected voice caused you to startle - jerking up straight in the tub while your head snapped towards the doorway.

It was him again. The stitches lining his skin were unmistakable, as was the mirth in his bi-coloured eyes while he leaned against the frame where Ashes had been only a few minutes ago.

Indignation quickly came up to replace the majority of the embarrassment, and you scooped up the bubbles around you to cover your chest.

“Get out.”

“Why? I’d say the open door was more than enough of an invitation.” 

Mahito’s nonchalance was infuriating and your knees drew up as he approached the tub.

“Well, it wasn’t.”

Mahito giggled, both at your answer and your vain attempt at more modesty. He stopped about three feet away from the tub to lean against the sink and he shrugged “Could’ve fooled me.”

“What are you doing here?” Your tone was sharp, no-nonsense, although most of its bite was reduced due to your current state.

“What am I doing here?” Mahito parroted back, idly going through the items on the bathroom counter - picking through your perfumes and skin care products. “I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”

“That’s not what I meant.” You snapped, irritation further clouding any mortification you felt. “You couldn’t find someone else’s house to break into?”

“Now that’s just it.” Mahito looked back towards you, a shit-eating smile on his face. “This isn’t your house.”

Fury and annoyance burned in your cheeks and Mahito giggled.

“You look like an angry, wet cat.” He said, toying with a bottle of your perfume. It was one of your favourites, cherry scented. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“I’d be lying if I said yes.”

“Awwee.” Mahito cooed with faux, overexaggerated hurt. “That isn’t very nice.”

“How did you even find me?” You asked, deciding to break off from the line of dialogue that was clearly leading nowhere. “The last place I was in was on the other side of the city.”

“Yes, it was.” Mahito sighed, like the reminder itself was exhausting and he pouted. Like an actual child. “Rather upsetting of you to not tell me you were moving around.”

Your teeth dug into the flesh of your cheek. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Your questions are boring.” He replied, “In any case I’m glad I’ve found you again, you’re definitely a sight for sore eyes.”

Something curled in your gut at his words. It felt heavy, like sludge, and your lips pulled back into a sneer. “Horrendous.”

Mahito chuckled once more at your comment, clearly unbothered. “Now, now, is that how you treat a guest?” He set your perfume back on the counter and took a step forward to crouch next to the tub.

Your arm came over to cover your breasts automatically and he rolled his eyes.

“You know, there’s no point in covering yourself. I’ve already seen everything.”

Pure, unfiltered mortification burned in your face and you glared at him. “Go to hell.”

He feigned shock, placing a hand over his heart. “How rude, and here I thought humans were more welcoming to their guests, especially in this part of the world.”

He chuckled again, his glee-filled eyes fixed on yours. “But I imagine that’s lost on you.”

“You’re not a guest.” Your reply was harsh, angry embarrassment still driving your words.

“No?” He leaned over the edge of the tub, getting far too close for comfort. “Then what am I?”

Dozens of answers sprang to mind. He was awful, for one. You often wondered if the stitches that ran along his skin were the only things that kept the rot in his soul from physically bubbling to the surface.

Repulsive was another. Abhorrent. Nauseating. Terrifying. Incredibly unwelcome in ways that caused words to fall short.

“A pain in the ass.” Was the savory answer you chose.

Mahito let out a bark of laughter - the sound loud and harsh in the acoustics of the bathroom and it caused you to flinch with how close he was to your face. Internally you were thankful when he drew back to sit cross-legged on the tile.

“A pain in the ass, huh? Can’t say I’ve heard that one before.” He said, his smirk widening. “You know, it’s always fun when humans try to be feisty.”

The fruit was low-hanging, but you took it anyway, albeit reluctantly. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” His grin widened to the point it was a marvel his stitches didn’t rip. “It makes it more enjoyable when they realize nothing can save them.”

The heavy feeling in your stomach quickly turned to ice. You sank a little lower in the tub, although warmth did nothing for the goosebumps that blossomed along your skin at the threat.

But that wasn’t quite right, it wasn’t a threat. No, it was fact, and he stated it like one. Mahito enjoyed destroying people, peeling back layer after layer - both physical and psychological - to see what was underneath. It was entertainment disguised as research, since - even despite being shown what he was capable of - you refused to believe even someone as vile as him got any knowledge out of what appeared to be pure torture.

Mahito sniggered at the look on your face and he waved a hand dismissively

“Oh relax, nothing’s going to happen to you.”

The unspoken ‘yet’ at the end of his sentence lingered in the air, mixing with the scent of eucalyptus and poisoning it.

“Anyway, that’s enough of that.”

You looked at him quizzically as he stood back up, but the confusion was short-lived as you saw him reach for the hem of his shirt.

Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“Uhm, what the hell are you doing?!”

“There’s more than enough room in there for two.” The casualness of Mahito’s voice was slightly muffled when he pulled his shirt over his head. “And it’s been a while since I’ve had a bath, the hot springs aren’t exactly close, you know?”

He wasn’t wrong. The house you were looking after belonged to a couple, and it was clear the bathtub was bought with the intention of having more than one person in it, but the mere thought of being near Mahito that way made you want to vomit.

When he stripped out of his pants your eyes immediately moved to the bubbles surrounding you. It was a hopeless situation since, even if you did move to get out, not only would he truly see you in all your glory, he’d likely drag you right back in anyway.

When he stepped in, the water was displaced so greatly that some of it spilled over the edge and onto the tiled floor. A grimace crossed your face and your eyes narrowed at the bubbles. You’d have to clean that up later.

Mahito was quiet for maybe a minute maximum, shifting around here and there and displacing more water onto the floor until he sighed dramatically.

“This isn’t comfortable.”

The urge to snap at him that he was more than welcome to get out clung to the tip of your tongue and nearly leaped off of it, but any kind of response was replaced with more of that awful but familiar embarrassed outrage as you felt cold fingers wrap around your wrist and pull you forward.

It threw you off balance horribly, and your free hand shot out instinctively to catch your fall a moment too late. Water went up your nose when you went underwater for a brief moment and you came up just as fast as you went down, coughing and sputtering as Mahito pulled you against him - twisting you so you were settled between his legs with your back against his chest.

His giggle mixed with the ringing in your ears.

“Whoops.” He said, apology non-existent. “But this is more comfortable, don’t you think?”

You didn’t want to think. You didn’t want to think about any of it. Not the way one of his arms was wrapped around your waist, locking you in place, or the way the bone in his chin dug into the muscles of your shoulder.

Each cough from you made more water spill onto the floor and Mahito sighed again while he smoothed the wet strands of your hair away from your face.

For a moment you wondered if this is what Ashes felt like whenever you bathed her.

“Humans are so fragile, it’s a wonder there’s so many of you.” His words were muttered like he was thinking out loud, and it was very likely that he was. “A bit of water and your soul is already down to seventy percent.”

It was more than just some water, you wanted to yell at him. It was the fact he was here in the first place, the fact he was holding you naked against him so you could feel as much of him as he could of you.

The fact that you were beginning to realize that no matter what house you took care of, he’d always be there.

And there’d be much more than water to clean up after.

© absolute-flaming-trash 2024. Do not repost, modify, copy, or claim.

[crimsonbubble]

Hey babe. You know part 2 to your shadow company blub. I can't help but need to ask for that specific piece where you said when they run a bath for you, you can't help but get finger fucked. Like omg I'm feeling so embarrassed to ask but you are one of the few people that gives me justice in smut ok

I'm on my period and feeling like a slut. Anyways love you. 🫶🏽

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, bath sex, fingering, overstimulation, praise, squirting *not proofread, just pure horny

[SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S,, GOOD LORD NONNIE THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME HOW FUCKING HORNY I AM FOR THE SHADOW COMPANY // continuing the bath part of this hc thing :D] also the names are purely random bc not using names would make this way too confusing

kinktober masterlist

MINORS DNI!!

They take care of you. They always do.

So after a long and tiring session, two shadows, Logan and Stephen were assigned to take care of and pamper you. The two assigned to you were sweethearts, like two big and loving dogs. They’re just as eager as them too.

The shadows are simple, you lay back and sit all nice and pretty while they do all the work. So here you sat, in the bath of soothingly warm water as Stephen lightly washed your back. “You did so well, bunny. Did such a good job today.” You preen under the praise, closing your eyes as you get your hair washed.

Logan moved their hands down, washing along your arms and ribs. You can’t tell when the switch flipped until a hand found its way to your thighs. You subconsciously open your legs, letting out a short gasp as you feel two fingers press circles into the sensitive nub.

Your thighs clamp down around the hand before they are pushed open again. “Just want one more, baby, promise, just one more.” You lean back against the edge of the tub, holding onto Logan’s forearm.

Stephen reaches down, pressing two fingers against your sore pussy. His fingers are quick to push in, getting kisses along your cheeks as you cry out and clamp down on them. Their paces picked up immensely as you hiccuped out moans, hips twitching as all your pleasure points were pressed against.

“That’s it, sweet bun. Take us just like this, nice and easy.” It is not nice and easy. You feel like you’re gonna explode, grabbing at anything and everything in a feeble attempt to ground yourself. The water around you sloshed rapidly as you were lifted out of the water and placed onto Logan’s lap.

Logan’s fingers replace Stephen’s, while his replaced Logan's. The two continued to toy and play with your cunt, circling your swollen clit with feather-like touches and harsh curls into your sweet spot. You’re thrashing in Logan’s lap, the contrast in touches making you dizzy.

“C’mon pretty baby, give it to me, just one more time.” Stephen scissored you open with his fingers, using his free hand to hold your thighs open. The feeling was overwhelming, surrounding you and clogging your senses. Your brain feels like cotton, airy and floaty as the pleasure becomes increasingly intense.

The constant friction of fingers against your sweet spots, figure eights on your clit and the smooth purr of praises muddle your brain. Your body is on autopilot as each nerve ending is set on fire. All you can hear is water splashing, wet sounds of skin on skin and the voices of the men cooing never-ending praises into your ears.

Once the ringing in your ears had quieted down, you managed to wedge your eyes open. Through bleary eyes, you noticed the once dry shirt of Stephens was soaked from the chest down. His eyes held a look of bewilderment as he tried to calm his laboured breathing. Logan was breathing just as hard, his hands holding your thighs open.

Though your vision had cleared, your head did not. You merely looked at Stephen in confusion, before it was replaced with shock. Logan handed you off to Stephen before he kneeled in front of you, now getting his entire lower half wet as he sank into the water. “We’re not stopping until you do that again.”

[thebibliosphere]

Welp, the bathroom people left.

They wanted $22k to replace our tub and tile surround 🙃

[kitteneddiediaz]

Buddie - “touch yourself, i want to watch”

Thank you for the prompt!!

Every now and then Eddie has these moments where he thinks 'okay, I'm definitely taking Buck's key away from him'. He's not going to, realistically, considering that half the time Buck is home when Eddie isn't, and it is nice having a boyfriend with access to his house, just in case.

But every now and then... Buck walks into his house at the worst moments, and Eddie definitely thinks this is one of them.

He's in the shower, steaming water cascading over his skin. Warmed and wet and relaxed, with the whole house to himself. It's his day off - and he's sore and still a little tired from a terrible shift the day before, so he was planning on taking Chris to school, and having a nice long, hot, steaming shower without any responsibilities to pull him away from turning his muscles into goo.

There's a minute of heat pooling in his belly that feels slightly to the left of just from being relaxed before he realizes what his body is trying to tell him. Another minute of warring with himself over relieving that tension quick and easy without having to step out of the shower, or if it's worth stepping out and dripping water all over the house to walk back into his bedroom to grab the little bottle of lube.

In the end, the aching desire to have something buried, pressed up against his insides wins out, and he has to quickly scamper out and across the hallway towards his nightstand before he's back under the hot steamy spray.

He sets the bottle down on the edge of the tub for now, because if he's going to draw this out then he wants to really draw it out. Get himself pent up and just on the edge of frustrated before he lets himself tumble over, knowing that the wait will make the reward much sweeter than some instant gratification.

He closes his eyes, lifting his hands to run them up his chest, grazing over the nipples, past his collarbones to wrap loosely around his throat for just a second, an image of a different set of hands wrapped in the same location not a month ago making his head spin.

One hand stays there, gently pressed against his jugular while the other traces a path downwards towards his chest again, stopping so fingers can pinch and roll at his nipples. It glides farther down a second later to rub at his lower belly and gently tug at the thick pubic hair surrounding his slowly hardening cock.

Eddie's brain turns a little fuzzy at the stimulation he's giving himself. Completely unaware of anything happening outside the little room he's in, relaxed and aroused and cozy.

Another minute passes of him running his hands over himself. Squeezing, groping, and scratching at his skin before his patience wears out. The bottle is removed from the edge of tub, replaced only a minute later once he has lube coating the fingers of his left hand.

As much as he doesn't want to, he takes his time here too. Circling his middle finger around his rim, not pushing in quite yet, teasing himself before finally having something inside, even if it's just his own fingers.

The sigh he lets out bounces around the walls of the bathroom once he finally pushes in, slowly inching his way down to the knuckle. Not that he couldn't take it in one quick slide, has before with fingers only slightly bigger than his, but he's enjoying feeling his cock start to weep from the teasing he's giving himself.

His middle finger reaches it's base, and he gives himself a minute to just rest there with it before he pulls it out to press it in again alongside his ring finger as well, struggling to keep the slow and steady pace he's been trying to conjure for himself.

Anticipation swirls in his gut, warm and heavy, making him arch his back and press his unused arm against the wall to lean his forehead against as he crooks his fingers, searching for his prostate. It's always harder to find when he's not flat on his back, knees tucked up against his sides, but he'll manage.

Just when he thinks he might be zeroing in on it, heat courses through his body in mortification instead of arousal, because there's the tell-tale click of the bathroom door handle being turned, and then all the built up steam and heat whooshing out of the room as the door slowly swings open. He doesn't even get a chance to pull his fingers out of his ass before the curtain is being pulled back, Buck on the other side.

Eddie knows how he must look, bent and arched at the waist, chest and face pressed up against the shower wall, legs spread, fingers in his ass. Probably like a fucking whore.

Eddie can practically feel Buck's eyes raking over him before there's a low wolf-whistle filling the bathroom.

"Damn babe, having fun all by yourself?" Buck asks.

Eddie turns his head to look back at him, face practically painted red.

"Don't you know how to knock?"

"I think the point of giving me a key was so that I wouldn't have to knock."

Eddie just sighs, which apparently is the wrong thing to do because it shifts his fingers just right to graze against his prostate. He jolts, a low moan slipping out of his throat.

He can hear more than see Buck take a step back, resting against the bathroom counter.

"Buck..."

"Touch yourself, I want to watch."

Eddie whimpers, cock absolutely dripping now that he knows Buck is watching, humiliation turning his arousal up a notch. He presses his fingers down again, rubbing them back and forth. The pleasure makes his eyes roll back and his vision get fuzzy for just a second, mouth falling open around a pant.

All the teasing he did to himself earlier is out the window now, fueled by both arousal and mortification that Buck is watching him, wanting to come so bad to alleviate the pressure in his balls and the heat in his gut; and wanting to finish up so Buck can use him afterwards. Already stretched and wet and open for a thick cock to fill him.

The heat in his belly swirls, moans and cries echoing off the shower walls to fill the bathroom. His fingers speed up, pressing and grinding harder against that heavenly little spot inside him. The nails on his other hand dig into the wall, trying to find something to grip onto in the onslaught of pleasure and heat radiating through him.

Eddie won't come from this. He never has been able to, not from just fingers - especially his own. But he wants to drag it out just a little bit. Bring himself to the edge and let himself teeter there, so close to cascading over. It isn't until his thighs quiver from being so tense and on edge that he rips his spare hand from the wall to wrap around his cock. He struggles to balance a little bit from it, his forehead and the tip of his nose the only point he has to keep him on his feet.

Lightning shots through his veins with each pump of his cock and he only needs one, two, three more strokes before he's shouting, ropes of cum landing on the shower wall and dripping down his hand, ass clenching tight around his fingers.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he swears he can hear Buck cooing at him, but he can't focus on anything but the waves of pleasure ripping through his body. Pants and moans escaping from his throat as he comes and comes, his orgasms always being a little longer, a little more intense when he's playing with his ass.

The waves subside, and Eddie brings his hands up to the wall to steady himself before he can safely stand on two feet. He turns once he does, finding Buck still leaning against his bathroom counter, a small smirk on his face.

"Good boy," Buck says, making heat pool under Eddie's skin, a blush breaking out along his features.

Buck steps forward, reaching out with one finger to trace a little pattern against Eddie's pec.

"Finish up, then come meet me in the kitchen." He continues, tracing that finger down to pinch Eddie's nipple, making him gasp.

Eddie reaches up, wanting to slot his fingers in between Buck's and pull him in to press his lips to Buck's, but the hand he's reaching for pulls away before he's able.

"Kiss me," Eddie whines.

"No," Buck chuckles. "You're soaking wet!" He says, laughing a little harder at Eddie's obvious offense. "Finish up... once you're dry I'll give you all the kisses you want."

Buck stands up straight, turns, and walks away from Eddie.

"I'll be in the kitchen." He says once he makes it to the doorway, and then, "I'm going to make you an omelette, and you'd have better bought the good bacon or you're gonna be in trouble!" is shouted from down the hallway.

And yeah, Eddie is absolutely taking Buck's key away.

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: This is my first time ever writing fanfic. I have been reading fanfic on this godforsaken app since I was 12, and have been encouraged blindly by my best friend to post this. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: Steam

The walk back to your chambers was a quick journey. The hair on your arms stood up, as the ever present feeling of being watched surrounded you. The soft sound of your footfall echoed in the mostly empty wing of the Red Keep where your chambers resided.

The art on the walls of the Keep had been changed to Queen Alicent’s tastes. Bland colours and entirely not Targaryen, replaced the once brightly decorated halls and walls of your old home. You followed the torches until you reached the heavy oak of your doors, having them opened by a Knight of the Kings Guard; his white cloak standing stark against the dark corners of the corridor. 

As he pushed open your door you asked him to summon your maids. 

“Could you please fetch Aella and Saria for me? Have them prepare some water for a bath.” 

He bowed his head, “Yes, my Lady”, pulling your doors shut.

Your chambers were the same as the ones you had as a child, most of the furnishing and decor had not changed, though some things had. The room, however you could tell, had been unused since your departure many years before.

The windows looked out towards the sea, the moon softly reflecting on the water, flickering with the waves. A shadow could be seen above, a great beast flapping its wings to push itself and its rider higher into the sky. Its looming shadow slipped between the clouds rolling in, and you prayed a storm would blow in from the sea and knock Aemond off of Vhagar and into the ocean below him. 

Vhagar was the largest dragon in the world, fitting for your uncle as he had the largest ego in the world. You often joked to your brothers that he was most likely compensating for his manhood. Unlike his brother, you had not heard of his conquests with any women, or men. He was entirely elusive, a man with little or nothing to say, that many knew naught about except for his anger. 

Lost in your thoughts, Aella and Saria knocked on your chambers and you bid them to enter. Aella was young, no older than two-and-twenty. She had bright curly red hair that was always tightly pulled away from her face in braids that formed a low bun at the nape of her neck. Her eyes were a deep brown and she had a dusting of freckles upon her nose and cheeks.

Saria was the opposite. A few years older than you, her hair was as black as night, and silky smooth, worn in a similar style to Aella, but with flowing bangs that framed her face. Her eyes were a bright blue and her skin was a deep olive.

Aella and Saria came with you from Dragonstone and had served you for many years. Both were kind and trustworthy, and you would sometimes dare to call them your friends. 

The girls carried two large metal buckets each; steam rising high out of them. The two maids walked across the stone floors and placed them against the far wall. More maids walked in, carrying more steaming buckets of water and a large metal tub, placing it next to the burning fireplace, and began to fill it.

“Will you be joining the King for dinner, My Lady?” Aella asked, lifting one of the buckets letting the water carefully fall in as to not splash upon her or the ground.

“I will,” You replied, “I have not seen my Grandsire the King for many years. I’ve missed him,” You paused and thought, “and Prince Aemond extended a very warm invitation for me to join.” You looked up to see Aella and Saria give you a knowing look.

They had both witnessed the one-eyed Prince torment you since your recent arrival, and have listened to your younger selves stories of his sudden random bullying before the loss of his eye. Such a sudden shift in him which had surprised you both. 

Some days it was as though he had forgotten that he hated you then, talking to you excitedly about something he had learnt in the library, before realising his mistake and scowling, stalking off away from you. 

You had never truly understood the shift, but it was only ever in the open, before the eyes of court that he did it. If you were tucked away in private, he would speak to you kindly as he always had. You had shrugged it off as a child, but as you had gotten older, you realised that perhaps Alicent had been the reason for it.

“I wish to look my best this evening. It has been a long time since I have been in the presence of my family, and I want to make sure they know of how I have grown.” 

Saria came behind you and began to unlace your dress, pulling it softly over your head. 

Your slip was loosened by a tie at the front and it dropped down, pooling at your feet. The large copper tub had steam rising over the top, the light from the fire reflecting off of its side created a beautiful light that danced upon the wall.

Lifting your foot you stepped over and into the water, letting the stress and anxiety of the day melt away as you sank deeper into the tub. Leaning up against the high lip of the back, Aella lifted your braids from your neck and over the top, slowly untangling your hair and brushing out the strands.

Saria walked across the room and over to a large wooden wardrobe, which sat beside the bed. Dancing dragons were carved into the doors, with the faint remnants of paint covering them, with soft gold leaf detailing lining the trim of the wardrobe.

It was one of the last things left in this room that was yours, making you think that perhaps Queen Alicent did have a heart after all. Opening the two doors, Saria reached in and began pulling out gowns to present to you. 

“What about this dress Princess?” She held a deep red gown with a high neck. The shoulders pointed upwards and held the sleeves of the gown together with gold chains. The long sleeves were inwardly lined with a golden silk and there were black embroidered Godswood branches reaching along the hem and bust of the gown.

“Beautiful but no, I am wanting black for this evening.” 

Aella continued to braid your hair back, whilst you rested in the tub. 

Saria went back to the wardrobe and brought forth another dress. This time it was a black, short sleeved one. Gold embroidered flames licked at the bottom of the gown, which split at the front up towards the fitted corset of the waist. A golden skirt peeked through the split, which shimmered like the fireplace.

The neckline was modest and although it was one of your favourites to wear back home in Dragonstone, you felt that the dress was more of a summer gown, and the coolness of the night that nipped at you made you think this dress would be too thin.

“I think I want something more mature. They haven't seen me since I was young, I am older now and wish to show it.” 

You closed your eyes sinking further into the water to think for a moment, Aella pouring oils into the bath to soak your skin.

“Are any of the new dresses from Dorne?” You inquired, opening one eye to look at Saria.

The dark haired girl paused in thought, then hurriedly walked back to the wardrobe. 

The next time she stood before you, she held a new gown you had not worn nor seen before. 

“This is new from Marba, the tailor in Dorne.”

It was a dark black, sweeping gown. Its neckline plunged sharply into a deep V, dark black leather wrapped tightly around the waist and was embroidered with black vines that looked like dragons tails. The sleeves were long and open, that hung off by the shoulders that were lined with drooping gold chains. The inner lining was a deep blood red.

It was unlike any gown you had seen before.

Slowly you stood, Aella holding out her hand for you to take to help you out of the tub. Steam slowly rising off of your body as she pressed a warm towel to dry you, softly pushing your undergarment over your head to wear. You walked towards Saria, who held out the dress for you to inspect.

Up close, the black embroidery shimmered like threads made of Onyx, and the leather was finely stitched together to pull the waist into a tighter shape. The chains on the sleeves were thin and wound together like long chainmail braids, so delicate it draped softly and weightlessly as to not misshape the gown.

The plunging neckline was like most dresses witnessed in Dorne, but not nearly as often in King's Landing.

“It is beautiful, thank you Saria.” You smiled, “Help dress me, I’m sure they are expecting me soon.” 

Saria held the gown and helped you into it, lifting it over your head and pulling it down. The inner lining was soft on your skin and the leathered waist was a new but not unwelcome weight against you. Slipping your arms through the sleeves you heard the soft jingling of the chain detailing, they looked similar to a warriors chainmail, and you thought for a second that you looked as if you were dressed to go to war. 

Though this thought was not entirely unsubstantiated. Queen Alicent, your two uncles and aunt all still to this day wore green, were referred to as the Greens and were still waging a silent war against your mother and you all.

You thought of how your uncle Aemond would react to seeing you in a dress like this, but that thought was short lived as Saria began to tighten your gown, pulling in your waist which then lifted your breasts. You giggled at the prospect of irritating the prudish Queen Alicent, as Aella began to fuss with the finishings of your hair. 

The dress fit you perfectly, and your hair was swept back in small intricate braids which were held together by golden charms, the rest of your hair sat softly down your back. 

“You look beautiful Princess,” Aella spoke breaking the silence, “they are sure to see how you have matured with your years away from the Keep.”

 She and Saria smiled softly and dabbed small drops of perfumed oils behind your ears and upon your wrists.

Ensuring that you were ready, Saria and Aella began to clean your chambers as you walked to your door, having the Knight open them for you.

Taking a deep breath you stepped out and began to walk behind the Knight. His white cape swayed behind him as you walked down the corridor to feast with your family again after many years apart. 

[angel-of-the-moons]

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Pavitr x wife f!reader: Pavitr noticed that the reader has been feeling really tired lately so he takes her to a love hotel 😌

The Escape

Pavitr x Wife!Reader

TW/CW: Fluff, NSFW, smut, established relationship, marriage, PiV sex, protected sex (condom), morning sex, somnophilia (pre-established consent), grinding

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Pavitr is obviously an adult in this fic, so anons can stop screeching into my ask box

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You had a very bad day at work today. First, your best mop broke while you were cleaning the main room of the building you were contracted to clean this week, then, you had to listen to your boss harp at you for taking too long when she said she wouldn't reimburse you or replace said mop you bought for work; the mop that was steam-powered and easier on your back to push around.

Now you were back to using a regular janitorial bucket and mop and god, you were hurting so bad.

You wanted to go home, crawl in bed, and sleep for a month.

You were just thankful today was the last day you'd have to clean that god-forsaken building, and you'd get to take two weeks to relax.

Of course, you'd do so with your golden retriever of a husband, Pavitr Prabhakar. His cuddles were some of the best ever, and you knew you'd be able to recharge the moment you snuggled up into him on your bed and drifted off to sleep.

What you weren't expecting to come home to, however, is packed suitcases neatly organized by the front door, Pavitr wearing an adorably dorky shirt with dog patterns on it, a big sunny grin on his face.

"Uh--Pav?" You blink.

"Okay, okay, I know this is weird!" He laughed, shaking his hands and rubbing the back of his neck. "But c'mon! I know you've been exhausted with work the past month, and now that you have a couple weeks to relax... We could take a trip!"

Your jaw hung agape as he continued. "I booked a hotel for us. It's on the edge of Mumbattan, but the view is amazing! I got lucky and scored some coupons in a raffle, so I only had to pay half price! It's one of those swanky hotels that normally cost like... two weeks worth of a paycheck. But I paid waaaaaaay less."

You felt your heart do a funny little flip at his gesture of love. "Pavitr..."

"I know." He smiled at you bashfully, holding your hands in his excitedly. "As soon as we get there, we can take a nice long nap, the two of us. Then we can order dinner or eat at the restaurant in the hotel!"

"What about.... Y'know. Your Spider-Man stuff?" You asked him.

"Well, things on the streets seem calm this past month, and I went on ahead and told Miguel what I was planning. He's not as scary as everyone says! He waved his hand off and told me to come home and take care of you. Cool, right?"

You made a mental note to bake some cookies for Miguel as a thank you for that.

"C'mon, lovie. Pretty please?" He said, sticking out his bottom lip and giving you his sweetest little puppy dog eyes.

You always caved when he did that...

"Okay, okay..."

"Yay! Now, I packed your suitcase for you so you don't have to do anything but sit and look pretty! Let's go!" He winked at you.

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Pavitr was not lying, the hotel was gorgeous. It had an indoor pool with a waterfall, a hot tub, and two restaurants plus a bar surrounding the swimming areas.

You two ate at one of the restaurants, and despite your exhaustion, you were enjoying yourself. You were having a wonderful time and trip with your darling goofball of a husband (who tripped and fell in the pool because he wasn't watching where he was going, soaking his clothes all the way through.).

When you got back to the room, you and Pavitr took a nice long bath together, taking turns washing each other and running fingers through each other's hair.

When you dried off and flopped down onto the plush bed--you didn't even bother with nightclothes--you decided it was the perfect way to end the night.

But Pavitr had... other ideas. You felt his warm hand on the curve of your spine and you turned your head to look over at him, and his eyes were so warm and patient.

"Heyyy... I'm not done spoiling you, yet, lovie." He said softly to you

"Pav, I don't think you need to do more for me for the rest of my life. Today was amazing." You sigh sweetly with a smile.

"No, no, this is definitely something you need." He hummed, getting up off the edge of the bed and walking over to his suitcase, rummaging through it until he pulled out a small bottle.

He turned and wiggled it, a wide grin on his face. "Your back's been hurting, right? I wanted to massage it for you. Then we can sleep."

You blink a little dumbly at him as he walked back over to you. On one hand, you did want to cuddle up and sleep. On the other hand, a massage sounds heavenly on your sore shoulders and back...

You sigh and giggle, propping your arms beneath the pillow cushioning your head as you close your eyes. "Go ahead, hon."

You didn't need to have your eyes open to know he pumped his fist in victory, a happy twinkle in his eyes.

Not long after, you feel his weight straddle the backs of your thighs and then he dribbles the oil onto your skin it was warm, and the first scent that hits you is the vanilla, immediately chased by lavender.

When his hands smoothed the oil around, you sigh once more in bliss, before making a soft noise when you feet his thumbs begin to press soft circles into the tense muscles of your shoulders.

"Oh, my poor girl." He said, his voice sad as he introduced pressure from his other fingers. "My beautiful girl is all tense and hurting? Makes my heart hurt!"

You make a soft whimper when his nimble fingers, calloused from years of web-slinging and crime-fighting begin to massage the body oil into your skin as he works on each knot as slowly as possible, ensuring he eases it out completely before moving onto the next.

By the time he's moved onto your back, you're a squirming and whimpering mess. It was such a weird feeling; a mix of pleasure, pain, and almost a sensation of being tickled. It was a cocktail you found yourself getting drunk and sleepy off of. You weren't sure where one knot started and the other ended, because he was undoing them with such efficiency.

"Hey... you okay?" Pavitr asked you quietly, kissing your shoulder.

"Mhmm." You hummed against the pillow.

"You sound like you're falling asleep." He grinned.

"'m not." You deny, your tone completely betraying your lie. You really were on the verge of sleep, your mind foggy and dancing on the precipice of dreams.

"You're so cute. Go on ahead and sleep, babygirl." Pavitr hums, placing more kisses on your neck.

And before you knew it, you were out like a light.

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When you woke up, you were first made aware that Pavitr was pressed up against you, passed out and dressed in nothing but his boxers, with one of his knees brought firmly between your thighs.

You usually woke up this way, with Pavitr doing his best impression of a koala bear, snoring softly in his sleep. Normally, it was adorable.

But right now it was far from innocent and adorable.

You could feel the unmistakable outline of his cock throbbing against the swell of your ass. Whatever he was dreaming, it was certainly nice, judging by how he was rutting against you lazily, whimpering as his hot breath fanned against your neck in short, needy pants.

You felt a twinge of guilt; with your workload lately you and your darling husband hadn't had time to be intimate, really, so he must feel pretty pent up.

Almost as pent up as you are beginning to realize you are, actually. The sounds he was making, the way his bulge rubbed against you, and the way he'd mutter your name? It was like a fire was lit down low in your belly, the hot sticky mess between your legs pressing hard against his leg when he brought it higher.

If you didn't know any better, you knew he was awake and merely playing with you. But you knew Pavitr in every way possible. He was definitely asleep. He slept like a brick. It's why his alarms were loud enough to burst your eardrums, you teased him.

You bite your lip and roll your hips back against him, feeling his chest rise and fall with a stuttering breath as he whimpered into your hair.

Oh, poor Pavitr...

This was nice, but it wasn't enough for you.

It made you feel another snag of guilt as you pulled away to roll over and face him, but the moment your warmth left his, Pavitr rolled over onto his back, one hand rested on his belly as he breathed deeply, his face flushed with whatever erotic dream his subconscious kicked up for him to enjoy.

You smiled down at him as your eyes hungrily drank in his cute, messy hair, his needy expression and toned, fit body. He was a gorgeous man. Adorable yes, but also gorgeous. Every time he wore a tight shirt, you'd always catch women just staring oh so shamelessly at him.

You'd always feel a bit smug; special. Because you knew you were the only woman Pavitr would let touch him, the matching gold rings on your fingers solidified that knowledge, gave it physical shape.

You drag your fingers up one of his thighs in a feather-light caress slowly but surely making your way to the bulge straining so tight against his boxers.

You let out a satisfied hum, as you palm the thickness of it softly, stroking him through the cotton as you watched the swell of it twitch and strain against the stitching.

Biting your lip, you leaned over him, hooking your thumbs around the waistband of his boxers and slowly peeled them down, freeing the aching length of his dick to allow it to flop to the side a bit, the cool air making it twitch as it was finally given room to rise to full mast.

Your eyes flicked up to Pavitr's sleeping face as his expression relaxed, no doubt in relief that his poor cock wasn't being squished by his underwear any longer. He was still making those sounds, but still dreaming, you could tell, by the way his long black eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks.

You wrap your hand around his girth and give a few experimental pumps as you circle your clit with your fingers, idly toying with your own wetness as you try to decide the next course of action.

And that's when it hits you.

Grinning, you pull away, watching as the twitch of his cock laments the loss of your touch while you shimmy out of your ruined panties and carefully straddle his waist.

You stayed, your dripping heat hovering over his cock as you looked down at him, your hands braced on either side of his head as his face twisted while something in his dream shifted.

And oh, when you felt the velvety heat of his cock grind against your clit, it was wonderful. The prominent vein that ran the length of the underside of his cock added the perfect friction for you to rub against; your dripping slick adding perfect lubricant to allow you to glide on him effortlessly.

Your eyes roll back as your breathing gets heavy, feeling a tingle at the base of your spine slowly spread up, your toes curling slightly at just how hot this all is. You haven't done this in particular in a while, playing around with him while he slept. The first time you did it you thought he'd be upset, but he quickly assured you that it was the most amazing way to be woken up in the morning. A million times better than his favorite snack and coffee, first thing.

You make a soft noise as his hips rut upwards against you, adding extra stimulation whilst your breath gets caught in your throat.

Your eyes snap open when hands slide up your thighs to grip at your ass, pulling you down harder to grind on Pavitr's cock.

"Oh... 'm-morning to you, too." Pavitr panted up at you, a love-drunk smile on his face as his eyes blink drowsily up at you.

"Morning baby." You breathe, leaning down to kiss him.

"Don't stop." He groaned as your lips broke apart.

"I wasn't planning on it." You chuckle breathlessly and lean down to kiss his bobbing Adams apple.

"I... I put some condoms in the nightstand last night, if you wanna..."

You groan deeply in your chest. Yeah, yeah you definitely wanted him inside of you, right now.

"Right." You say, clearing your throat as you leaned away from him, stopping that delicious friction as you quickly rifle through the drawer, fishing out the needed foil packet.

You hastily tear it open and pull out the rubber item, and slowly, almost achingly so, roll it down his length until it was snug at the base of his cock.

"God--" He whimpered, hips stuttering up into your touch.

"I know, baby." You sigh, climbing on top of him again as his hands squeeze your thighs briefly, moving up to your hips while your delicate fingers line his cock up with your wanting hole.

"'M not gonna last long." You tell him, your voice trembling as you lower yourself down, sinking his cock all the way in one smooth stroke.

The sound that came from within his chest made your toes curl again. "I--I know." Pavitr groaned. "Me either."

You languidly rolled your hips, dragging his throbbing length through your tight, velvety walls, the ribs and bumps on the condom making your eyes roll back with a whimper.

Pavitr was definitely feeling more awake, now, because he was thrusting up into you with wanton desperation his feet bracing on the mattress as you drove yourself down to meet his hips, gyrating and rolling against him; the tip of his cock ramming against your sweet spot with every thrust, making you practically squeal.

"Right there?" He pants, his hand reaching up to grope at one of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh gently in his palms, marveling at how the fat squishes beneath his fingers.

"Yes!" You whine, bracing your hands on his chest for support as you rode yourself closer to your orgasm.

God, you needed this. You both did. The two of you had been so stressed out and run taut that you felt you both were going to snap. Half the time, when you two finally met at home, you were too tired to do more than eat, shower, and sleep.

Yes, cuddles were nice, but sometimes a husband and his wife just absolutely needed to rail each other until their eyes crossed, y'know?

Yeah... you made a mental note to squeeze sex into your future schedules, after this. You were so drunk off this ecstasy that neither of you were sure you could go longer than a day or two without it ever again. The distance your schedules imposed on the two of you just made the euphoria that much stronger.

And god, when you came, it felt like all the stress of the past few weeks completely ebbed away with each contraction of your muscles around his hard length; your wet, needy walls milking him for everything his body promised he could give you.

"Gh--tight..." He groaned, tilting his head back and gritting his teeth, the hand that was groping at your chest joined the other at your hips, helping you rise and fall on him, helping you ride out your orgasm as he so desperately tried to pitch himself over that edge he was teetering on.

You were so thankful he thought ahead of time for condoms, whimpering as his hips slammed up into you, threatening to make you cum a second time in less than a minute.

Neither of you were ready for a baby just yet, and you hadn't found a birth control that didn't make you sick. It was Pavitr's idea you get off your birth control in the first place, because he hated how sick you'd get, how uncomfortable you were.

So... You both opted for condoms and emergency contraceptives in case something happened while you had sex.

And fuck. Were you worried you'd need to take some, right now, with how you felt the condom swell and strain as he pumped his thick load into the thin rubber.

You were worried it was going to burst, especially with how he was rabbiting his hips up into yours as he chased the waning flames of his coital haze as your tight hole milked him dry.

It didn't, and you were glad of the fact as you dropped down, laying across his chest as the two of you heaved for some fresh air, your lungs burning desperately with each drag.

"Good morning. Again." You mumble with a giggle against his sweaty skin.

"Oh, yeah. It definitely is, now." He grinned, his hand running up and down your back in a loving caress.

"I hope you know we're not leaving this room for the rest of the day, now, right?" Pavitr asked you.

Oh, your fluffy, doofy husband had some of the best ideas...

[the-kr8tor]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a fic of hobie taking care of the cats by himself. Thank you and have a good one:)

Hi hun! Thank you for the request! I was starting to miss the cats ❤️ hope you like this!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, FLUFF

The cats are based on this fic

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Hobie wouldn't leave your side as you fix your appearance in the mirror. He stares at you from your bed, legs criss crossed together. It was supposed to be a quiet night for the both of you, finally your schedules lining up together. Your cuddling and random conversation gets cut off by the loud ring of your phone. Your friend's sobbing through the receiver startling you both, thinking something bad happened. Turns out your friend desperately (in her own words) needed you for an emergency girl talk, her boyfriend breaking up with her for the tenth time this year, and it's only May.

Hobie sighs dramatically as you pick up your jacket, showing how much he doesn't want you to leave. He sighs again, louder this time. You crane your neck to finally look at him, he perks up immediately, thinking his plan worked.

"Hobie, my love" you move closer to him with every word, he smiles triumphantly, as you cup his jaw, whispering "I need to go, I'll only be an hour or two, tops" you try to reassure him.

His smile fades, replaced with a small frown "you said that the last time, she had you for five bloody hours" Hobie holds you by your waist, tugging at your jeans, he's sure you're uncomfortable in it since a minute ago you were in your comfy pajamas.

"I promise this time I'll be fast, okay?" You peck his nose "I'll even buy her some Ben and Jerry's to cheer her up faster"

"Buy her favourite flavour, that'll shut her up faster" he rolls his eyes, annoyed.

"Don't be mean" you leave a sticky kiss to his cheek "I'll call you when I get there, don't wait up for me, rest, okay?"

"Do you want me to swing you over there?"

"Nope, I'll be fine she's a lot closer now since she moved" you grimace, when you remember something "she rented the place with him, goddamnit" you realize that it might take you longer than you thought, maybe you should buy her a few tubs of ice cream.

You reluctantly pull away from Hobie, hand still intertwined with his. "I'm sorry, I'll be here before you fall asleep I promise, then we can cuddle until we pass out"

"You better. Be careful alright" he stands up, walking you to your door. You give him one last kiss before you go, a promise you'll be back before he misses you (it's a stretch though).

Your door clicks close, Hobie turns away from it, he stops in his tracks when your cats block his way, weren't they asleep a second ago?

Crumpet meows loudly, while Teacup moves towards his legs, moving her little body around his feet, asking for attention. Meanwhile Crowley stares daggers at him, but he too meows at Hobie, that's a regular occurrence when it comes to him, but this time he moves towards Hobie, stopping by his foot, staring up at him with his bright green eyes.

Hobie's a bit confused, Crowley has never been this close to him.

Crumpet meows again, moving towards their food bowl, she moves her paw over it. Hobie understands quickly.

"Hungry then? Alright I'm coming" Hobie moves towards the bowls, grabbing each one, he then goes to the kitchen, he moves in precise footsteps, avoiding stepping on Teacup, circling his legs. Their stack of food is hidden inside the bottom cabinet.

He grabs one of each, while the cats surround him, Teacup is purring around his legs still, Crumpet meows impatiently behind him, while Crowley watches him with vigilant eyes as if he's waiting for Hobie to mess up.

Hobie opens up a can, scooping it into Crumpet's orange bowl, a cartoon drawing of Crumpet's face is painted on it. He carefully drops it in front of Crumpet, stopping her loud meows. She immediately goes ham, her whole face submerged inside the bowl.

"Fuckin' hell, where's your manners?"

He opens Teacup's can, pouring it inside her bright pink bowl, the words 'spoiled princess' written in cursive is printed on it. She's spoiled alright, her food labeled with the word 'premium' on it. Hobie brings it towards his legs, dropping it carefully for Teacup to eat.

She sniffs at it, before she eats. "You're a picky eater, huh" he pets her on her head, scratching behind her ears.

Hobie moves towards Crowley's food, he slowly opens it, making eye contact with the void, while Crowley plots his demise if he ever spilled it.

He carefully pours it over his jet black bowl, the words 'little devil' painstakingly painted red on its side (Hobie's gift to you). Hobie gives it to Crowley, taking his hand back quickly, as if Crowley will bite his hand off.

Hobie washes his hands, sighing as he watches them eat.

His phone rings from his sweatpants' pocket, your voice ringing out, in the background he can hear the loud sobbing of your friend.

You move farther away (as possible, while your friend is basically clinging to you) "Hey Hobie, I made it here, as you can tell" a loud sob almost bursts his eardrum, moving the phone away from him.

He glances at the cats, crouching down to Crumpet's level, stroking her soft orange fur. "Really? Can't tell"

He hears your friend in the background, yelling "men aren't shit!" She grabs your phone "Why can't they all be like you, Hobie?!" She says through sobs, before she gives you back your phone.

"It's going so well" you sarcastically say.

"Give her a hug or something"

"Oh I am trust me" he hears a rustling sound on your end, Crumpet licks her face clean, satisfied. Hobie pats her head, as she dives for more. "It's okay, I know he's a piece of shit" he hears your muffled voice. You move the phone back to your ear. "Sorry, I almost forgot to tell you, don't, under any circumstance give the cats food"

"What?" His stomach drops, as he watches all three cats finish their meal.

"They might ask you for more, and they're quite persistent, they'll keep hounding you till you fork over some. Especially Crumpet, she's the instigator. I've fed them already so please don't give them any"

Oh shit, he curses internally. Crowley licks his face while staring at Hobie, it's like he's mocking him.

"Hobie? You still there?"

"Yeah, love" he tries to play it cool while he looks at Teapot's full belly, she saunters towards him, rubbing her face on his hand. "Get back home safely, yeah? Give her my love"

You raise your eyebrows at his flat tone, but you ignore it while your friend pours herself another glass of wine, oh, that's not good.

"Yeah, Sure, love you" You end the call, after that you try to wrangle the glass from your friend's hand.

Hobie pinches the bridge of his nose, oh these cats are gonna be the death of him. Crumpet bumps her head on Hobie's leg, her way of saying thank you. Teacup meows at Hobie to pet her, while Crowley narrows his eyes at Hobie. He swears he can see that cat smirk at him.

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Special thanks to my irl bestie for telling me stories about her cat, love you ❤️ thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it ❤️

[hiddenhearthwitch]

🌹 Self Love Spell Bath Ritual 🌹

It's super important to make time to take care of yourself and nurture your soul. I created a simple self love bath ritual just for that! Remember, the most important aspect of any ritual is your intention and the energy you bring to it. Trust in the power of self-love and allow yourself to fully embrace the experience.

Ingredients:

Rose quartz crystal (for self-love and healing)

Epsom salt (for relaxation and cleansing)

Pink candles (for love and emotional healing)

Fresh roses or rose petals (for love and beauty)

Your favorite bath oils or salts (optional)

Your intention and positive energy

Instructions:

Begin by setting the mood in your bathroom. Dim the lights, play soothing music, and create a serene atmosphere that promotes relaxation and self-care.

Fill your bathtub with warm water. As the tub is filling, add a handful of Epsom salt. Epsom salt helps to draw out toxins from your body and promotes a sense of relaxation.

Light the pink candles and place them around the bathroom. Their soft, gentle glow will create a calming and loving ambiance.

Take the rose quartz crystal in your hands and focus on your intention for the self-love bath. Visualize yourself surrounded by unconditional love and acceptance. Feel a sense of warmth and compassion emanating from the crystal.

Gently place the rose quartz crystal in the bathtub. As it comes into contact with the water, imagine its loving energy infusing the water, filling the tub with healing vibrations.

If you have fresh roses, scatter their petals on the water's surface. Alternatively, you can sprinkle dried rose petals in the bath. The roses symbolize love and beauty, further enhancing the self-love experience

Step into the bath and submerge yourself in the warm water. Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, allowing yourself to relax fully and release any tension or negative thoughts.

As you soak in the bath, meditate on self-love and self-acceptance. Repeat positive affirmations such as "I am worthy of love and happiness" or any other affirmations that resonate with you. Visualize any emotional wounds healing and being replaced with self-love and compassion.

Stay in the bath for as long as you desire, enjoying the peaceful and loving energy. You can also use this time to journal, reflect, or simply indulge in self-care activities.

When you feel ready to end the ritual, thank the rose quartz crystal and roses for their healing energy. Blow out the candles (if safe to do so) and take a moment to express gratitude for the experience.

Once you've finished your bath, drain the water, and rinse off any remaining rose petals. Take a moment to ground yourself, feeling the loving energy you've cultivated within you.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Geez, Louise. I really don't know what to say about this 1988 house in Redding, California. 5bds, 4ba, $849K. Well, I will say it's a lot of house for under $1M. If you like something different and very unique, this is it.

The main hall/great room kind of reminds me of a mall. Built-ins, doorways, mezzanines and bars.

These newel post boxes look so homemade. Are they made of plywood?

Here's the huge kitchen. The whole house is very outdated.

Oh, I hate when they take the stove. Very tacky. If you have to take it, at least replace it.

Aw, man, they took the fridge and microwave, too.

And, they took the washer & dryer. Damn! I wouldn't buy the house. All the appliances have to be replaced.

Ornate gold wrought iron on the mezzanine, more built-ins and up & down stairs.

I can't even tell what these rooms are.

What is this thing? Is it a hot tub?

There's a lot of carpet in the house and it looks new. I don't know what this room is, either. Greek columns and a rustic bar.

Another bar and columns. I'm so confused.

The realtor has helpfully photoshopped a dining room set here to let us know that this is the dining room.

Looks like a bedroom.

Well, everything's original in here- a pink bath.

And, a blue bath.

Plus another pink one. Those white toilets are ruining the whole look.

Bedroom with an en-suite has a weird view.

You can never have enough bars. This is like a sun room or rec room.

That's really the first fireplace I've seen in the house.

The wet bar.

There's a pool across the "road" out front.

And, there's a large patio in the back.

Plus a footbridge over a water feature.

Large industrial looking 4 car garage.

There's also a barn with an area for animals.

The 3.40 acre lot is surrounded by spiky tall trees.

[sio-writes]

Sacrifice Chapter 10

<Chapter 9

<<Chapter 1

Tags: NSFW - PIV sex

Given Aurelius' size, I'd assumed Dachaigh would've provided a bigger tub, but she's not only made it smaller, it's now free-standing and in the middle of the room. Gone is the wooden tub where I could think or plan or cry, replaced by a large stone basin made of white stone.

"Ugly," I murmur under my breath as I frown. I'm temporarily caught out by my own callousness, my ungrateful impression of what possibly took a great deal of energy and magic to make.

Behind me, Aurelius chuckles to himself. "Dachaigh, why did you shrink the bath?"

One of the shutters on the window shuts suddenly, making me jump but making Aurelius laugh. "Aha! I knew it. She says it's meant to be snug."

I roll my eyes, but I'm smiling. "Snug?"

"Comfortably arranged," he starts, resting his large hands on my shoulders. He bends down and warm air ghosts over my cheek as he says, "Closer together."

I shrug him off, feeling indignant. "I know what 'snug' means. I'm not that uneducated."

"You're not uneducated at all, dearest, you simply know things differently."

Know things differently, huh. I hadn't thought of my knowledge as useful, I'd just been keeping a habit that I'd had since childhood. Aurelius even sounded impressed. Does he think I'm smart?

Dachaigh also added a large window of colored glass on the far wall in a pattern of shapes, the light from outside making it dance over the smooth white tub. As I walk closer I make out the image of a flower, a rose I think. The change in tub makes sense, now.

"I believe she's sending us hints," Aurelius says.

A pang of guilt makes my skin go cold, but I press it down as I begin to unlace the side of my dress. I must push past this guilt, but I'm not sure how he wants me to react. I take too long to respond and it causes him to sigh heavily, and the guilt weighing on my shoulders tropes in weight.

Aurelius gets in the tub as I undress. He's only adorned by the shadows that usually surround him to make whatever form of clothing he feels like wearing that day. He rolls his shoulders to dismiss the shadows, and they creep across the floor to join the patch of shade in the far corner of the room, a sight I've never seen, but thinking on it, makes perfect sense.

Aurelius looks strange without the cloak of shadows on his frame. His body is tall and strong and his limbs are long, not unnaturally so, but enough to make one turn their head should they catch a glimpse. I see a fluffy wolf-like tail that swishes when he tests the water. That's new.

He's still made of the shadows, but in the light coming through the colored glass, he absorbs it all, a void of nothing in the center of the room. His stance and the slant of his shoulders speak of the strength I've seen before. The vision sends a shiver up my spine, first the cold shock of fear, then the warm caress of arousal behind it.

The tub is clearly too small for him. When he sits, he's barely covered up to his chest.

In a handful of minutes all my clothes are on the floor, and then I'm very ungracefully stepping into the heated water. Any minor embarrassment aside, it's lovely to recline into Aurelius' warmth, to smile at his legs breaching the waterline.

The water smells of chamomile, and the feel of it is slick like oil's been added. It's the perfect temperature, a word I learned the other day, and I groan outright as I'm submerged up to my neck. It's relaxing. The quiet feels like a blanket, a safe haven from the world outside.

He waits until I'm comfortably submerged, then laces his fingers over my belly and rests his head on top of mine. My belly is full of knots, and I search for a reason to make noise.

"Does Dachaigh, um…Watch us all the time?"

Aurelius thinks before answering, "She is aware of what goes on, but doesn't have eyes to see."

"She hears us?"

"In a way. Is that not to your liking?"

"It's…It's like being watched by my grandmother, and I certainly don't want her watching us fuck."

He hums, thoughtful. "It's more akin to your grandmother standing in another room-- yes, I'll stop," he ends with a laugh at the glare I throw over my shoulder. "Are our plans for intimacy dropped, then?"

I pull my wet hair over one shoulder and run my hands over it. Out with it, already. "You…still want to? Even after I used it against you?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

I do my best to explain it to him, from my planning to the seduction and eventually chickening out when we started to argue. He doesn't interrupt or correct anything, only drags his thumbs over my skin in encouragement anytime I pause or lose my words. When I'm done, he shifts in the water to pull me closer, then he sighs heavily.

"You speak as if I've never manipulated you through sex either."

I turn to him with a quizzical look, and he reaches up with one hand to rub the back of his neck. "That time after the market, when I forced you, it was for my benefit only."

Oh, I hadn't thought that he felt guilty for that. I hadn't thought he could feel guilt at all, and truth be told I'd enjoyed it, hadn't thought once that he'd forced me into anything. Then again, he listened to me when I tried to run, and he's listening to me now. Shortly after that incident he'd hid away and avoided me-- was it because he felt guilty? Was he doing the same thing that I've been doing this whole time?

I snort, the stupidity of our situation suddenly turning funny in my mind. I can't help the laughter that slips through my lips, turning into a full-on fit in a matter of moments.

"I don't think this is very funny," Aurelius says, his tone offended, but I can't stop as more and more pieces of his strange behavior suddenly make sense. The hiding away, the long trips, the random things he'd find for me. My hand goes to the locket at my throat, to the beautiful ruby in the center. Had he stolen this from a human woman for me? I'm warming up to the idea that he did. "You thought you raped me so you gave me a necklace?"

He huffs indignantly. "It's more than mere decoration, the chain is made of iron to protect you."

"Aurelius…" And I turn my body fully, and see that there's an imprint of marks on his shadowy skin where I was laying against him. I'd been hurting him without realizing it-- something I've probably been doing for a while, what we've been doing to each other.

But he gave me the means to protect myself, even if it was from himself. It's touching, in that odd, familiar, Aurelius-like way.

I sigh as I unclasp the necklace and toss it so it lands on top of my clothes and not on Dachaigh. In the time it takes me to do so, I notice the marks on Aurelius beginning to fade. At least I can free my mind of hurting him, now.

I turn within his arms and splash water all over the floor, yet the tub remains full and heated. The smooth stone digs into my knees as I brace them on the inside of Aurelius' legs.

Smoothing my hand over his head, tracing a line of silver, I smile down at him. "We're not very good at this, are we?"

He chuckles as his hands rest lightly on my hips. "No, we're not." He pulls me in closer, nuzzling my side with his snout. "You know I want to be better. Can I ask you to be better, too?"

My smile widens. "I think I can do that. But we need to be spending more time together."

"Like today?"

"Like today," I say, bending forward to kiss the top of his head. "I'd like more of today."

"I know something we're good at," he continues, one hand moving to cup my ass. His meaning is clear and a shock of affection moves through me. He still wants me.

He reaches down between us to cup my cunt in one large hand. A single finger runs between my folds, and I bite my lower lip at the sensuality behind it.

"Is this okay?" he asks quietly. I swear he sounds unsure.

"Yes," I say immediately, and he adds another finger to slowly drag up the center of me to my clit. I brace a hand on his shoulder as his other hand gently massages the swell of my ass. I let out a small noise of pleasure as he explores with his fingers, gently at first then firmer the more I respond to it. There's no hurry to it, no pattern, like he's feeling just to wring responses from me.

Arousal drips down through my pelvis, spreading over my body. I'm done keeping things to myself, it's only ever gotten me in trouble, so I moan aloud as I see fit. I grip Aurelius' shoulders with both hands, moving my hips in opposition to his hands to get the most of the pleasure he's offering. I watch his member grow to full hardness and bob in the water between us.

I open easily to his fingers, two to start, thrusting with lazy confidence inside me. My breath catches on a sensitive spot, and he chuckles.

"I've missed you, dearest," he says, voice low.

I've missed this too. A few weeks without and I turned into a snapping mess. I press a kiss to his snout and bring my hand up to the opposite side. "I'm here now, I'm here."

He groans in my ear and his hips thrust up uselessly. It's quick work to prep myself before I sink down onto his waiting cock. It's still just barely too big, and I feel the stretch before I'm fully seated and welcome it like an old friend. The connection is back, I feel it behind my chest. It's a comforting feeling.

Aurelius allows me a few moments to adjust to his size, cupping hot water and spilling it over my shoulders so I don't catch a chill. It's sweet, the attention he gives me.

I start slowly, so we won't splash too much water over the floor. The texture over the top of his shaft moves deliciously against my insides the same way his fingers did. I'm happy to keep this pace until I come, but Aurelius has other ideas. He grabs me roughly by the hips and forces me up and down on his cock, each downstroke pushing the air from my lungs. Water splashes over the sides of the tub and lands on the floor, yet the level stays the same within.

I love feeling used, like the only reason he keeps me around is a warm ching to bury himself into. Images pop up in my mind like bubbles, fantasies of being fucked so throughly I can't walk for a week.

Aurelius grips me tighter. The small bruising points of pain add to the heat in my hips, and in nearly no time at all my pleasure is brought to a peak and I'm coming. My nails dig into his shoulders as every muscle clenches up in ecstacy and I release a moan. He's quick to follow, moving my body over his until he seizes up and he's wrapping his arms over my back.

The water sloshes around us, spilling onto the floor, slowly settling into stillness the longer we take to catch our breaths. We remain there, suspended as we collect ourselves. He slips out of me, allowing me to lean forward and tuck my head into the crook of his neck.

He smooths a hand over my head. "Thank you," he murmurs.

"Of course," I reply sleepily.

I find stability, both in my body and in my mind. I belong here, with Aurelius holding me.

"I have a lesson for you today," he says, brushing a lock of my hair over my ear.

My mind goes to the first place it can think of, and I snort. "A sex lesson?"

He hums, sounding thoughtful. "No, but I'll think on that for a later outing. No, I have a magic lesson in mind. You're going to learn how to grow."

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Aurelius leads me through a maze of doors and rooms until Dachaigh eventually spits us out into a greenhouse-- another word I picked up, a place just for growing plants. It's a large circular room, the walls and ceiling are all glass to let as much sunlight and warmth in as possible. I feel like I'm standing inside a hollow diamond that's filled to bursting with plants. I'm glad to see we're right-side up in this room, I'm not sure what I'd do if we were tilted sideways again.

I see many of the plants we'd once spotted on our walk through the forest to get here. The memory of being led away so easily by those fae, almost to my death, has me stepping closer to Aurelius without meaning to. He did come and rescue me, back then. I saw that horrifying form when I tried to leave, but not a glimpse of it since. He was angry, that much is clear, but I've seen him angry before too, and he didn't change forms then. I have every reason to fear him, he could crush me like a bug, but I don't. I don't think I ever have, truly.

"Don't worry," he says, breaking my thoughts. "This is an easy lesson, something I know you can already do."

My nose wrinkles. "How do you know?"

The fucker looks down at me, and I swear he's smug. There's no way to know his exact expressions, but I'm starting to pick up on his aura-- how he feels, at least. I can read the shifting stars in his eyes like I would read my mother's scrawl: carefully and with much patience.

He shifts to that human-sized form with the rabbit skull and takes my hand, leading me to a table lining the wall, and leaving the pile of goop that was his previous form on the floor.

He's set out several clay pots the size of a bucket, one next to the other, all filled to the brim with dark dirt.

"You're going to grow these," he says, sweeping his free arm over them.

He writes a rune in the dirty of the pot, and waves his hands over it. Not a moment later, a sprout bursts from the ground, growing quickly into a small tomato plant with two small green starter bulbs. I notice that one of the main branches of Aurelius' antlers has fallen away.

I look at the two empty pots. "What am I to give up this time? My eyebrows?"

"No," he says, amused. "Magic isn't so direct. The trade is something of value to the caster, not the other way around."

I frown. I have the dress that Aurelius met me in, but that's the only item I have remaining of my life in the human realm. It's folded and resting in a corner of the library. I suppose I could offer the dress on me now, although that would leave me without clothing for the day, as my other dresses are drying from the wash. I can't imagine Aurelius complaining about that particular detail, but I don't want to be wandering around naked for the better part of the day.

It's fiddling with the button on my sleeve that strikes me with the idea, and I hold up my arm to show him the shiny thing. "I sewed this on myself, took a total of five minutes. I'm very proud of myself for doing so. Is that enough?"

Aurelius considers it for a moment before leaning forward to inspect the button. It's made of brass and stamped with a seal of mysterious meaning, something he'd brought me in one of the many baskets he left by my bedside. "It should be sufficient. Here."

With the snip of one of his claws the button snaps off and I place it on the table. From his vest he produces a small square of paper folded several times and hands it to me. Inside he's drawn a list of runes, some I've seen before, others not.

He's says, "That's every known symbol for using magic that you'll need to memorize."

There must be at least a baker's dozen of them that he's written down, all with short descriptions on the type of magic it produces. Some look identical, others so complex I can barely make out a symbol at all, they look like smudges of ink.

I look up from the page, a grimace slowly stretching my lips, and Aurelius laughs.

"You don't need them memorized now, but some spells are based on timing and the whole ritual can be undone if you wait too long, so it's best to have them all prepared."

"Ah," I say, only half understanding what he means. I'm sure he'll explain the rest in time, he's good at offering information when it's not about himself.

He continues, "To cast, write the rune, and set an intent: what you want from the magic. This spell only requires one, but more complex spells will need multiple runes, and if even one is incorrect, nothing will take."

My mind wanders back to our first meeting. "Will I learn to write them in the air like you did?"

"Perhaps, but that requires a high level of control. For now, focus on this rune here-- draw it in the soil of each pot. Good. The rune will channel the magic that's already in the world through you, and you're helping guide it to the seed."

I turn back to the pot of dirt and frown at it. Concentrate. Imagine.

It's hot in this greenhouse, and sweat rolls down my temple as I stare at the dirt with no changes.

Aurelius repeats, "Imagine it growing. Put your energy into the seed."

I imagine the seed, in the ground, with magic flowing around it like water. The seed breaks open, sending roots below and a stem above, growing, growing, through the dirt. I feel a sensation like water over my skin, cool and fresh, starting at my feet and running through my veins and into the seed.

My eyes pop open. In the center of the first pot sits a tiny green stem with two equally tiny leaves. I jump at least half my height in the air and shriek, "Yes! Yes, I did it!"

It looks good, it looks healthy, and I did it all myself!

"Excellent," Aurelius says, squeezing my shoulder. "Now the other two."

It's not his words that take the wind from my sails, but I feel a wave of tiredness sink into my bones. I sway a bit, and have to grab the table for balance.

Aurelius rests a gentle hand on my lower back that I gratefully lean against. "Casting magic also takes energy."

I snort. "You don't say." I sweep my eyes over the table. The button from my sleeve has rusted over and is starting to crack. I reach out to touch it, and it crumbles like sand under my fingers. "Woah."

Aurelius presses his hand into my back in encouragement. "That's part of the exchange. Once more."

He swipes another button from the same sleeve, and sets it on the table. This time is harder, more sweat collects on my face and I feel it rolling down my back as I try to repeat the same image in my mind.

It's as if thousands of seconds pass in a moment, and the small plant pushes through the dirt just like the first.

"Yes!" I exclaim, throwing my arms in the air. But I'm hit by another wave of exhaustion that has me heaving breath like I just ran a race.

Aurelius examines the two plants, humming his approval at each of them. A burst of pride goes through me at each, and again when he says, "Very good, you're a quick study."

"What else can I do?"

"Today? Nothing, you're done for now."

I stick my lower lip out in a pout, and Aurelius laughs.

[romeo-golf]

Inevitable

It started with a little bloat, an experiment. The recurring thought of what it might be like to be fat; not just a little overweight, but truly impossibly huge to the point that his gut hung down between his thighs, resting on the floor when he sat on a chair, that his upper arms could be mistaken for thighs if the photograph was taken at the right angle, was becoming more frequent and toying with it by enjoying a particularly large meal was a convenient weekend habit.

The gradual beer belly he started to grow was easy to ignore at first. Its capacity even made his binges more enjoyable as he looked around at the increasingly large number of empty containers on the kitchen counters and something about that level of excess drove him further. He'd never mention it out loud, and could hardly admit it to himself, but the surge of arousal he felt in those moments was incomparable to anything a hook-up or X-rated video could inspire.

But in time, the shift from M to L in his clothing needed to be upgraded. Even his largest shirts were straining around the front, his tees riding up a little too often, and he found himself accepting that XL was probably the right choice.

One afternoon at the mall while picking up a few new items he decided it might be a good idea to replace his very well-worn 36" jeans. They were getting more than a little tight and the fabric was wearing thin in the upper thighs where they rubbed together more these days. In the fitting room he slipped his shirt off and hung it on the hook.

Standing inches from the surrounding mirrors, he took a moment to admire himself, turning slightly side to side to see himself from every angle. Over his shoulder in the mirror behind him he noticed something new on his love-handle. A feint red mark… was that…? He ran his finger over it, feeling the raised outline and realised he had a stretchmark.

Didn't only pregnant women get them? Why was that there? Had he really been growing as rapidly as that?! The thoughts raced through his mind, his pulse quickened, and he felt the familiar expansion in his briefs as his libido woke up to the idea. Suddenly he felt hungry, a urge to fill himself.

He lifted his gut quickly to under his belt, breathing in slightly to ease the manoeuvre and as he tried on the new size-42 jeans realised how normal that had become, having to lift a thick slab of himself out the way, and how his belly was now hanging so low over the fastener on his waistband.

These thoughts were stronger than they'd been for a long time. The urge was unfightable. He quickly redressed in his own clothes, paid for the new items and left the store.

In the car he decided he couldn't ignore this any longer. He needed to know exactly what it felt like to be that man he saw in his dreams. He pulled up in the first drive-through he saw and ordered almost one of everything on the menu. He knew he wouldn't finish it, but he had to try.

That day was the first of many. It was the pivot-point where his joy of food gave way to lust-driven binges which found him sitting on the couch daily after work, feeding himself enough food to last the average man a week, and sinking his stubby fingers into every thick inch of his body.

Which is where he was again today. Legs wide, gut filling the space between his thighs. Looking down all he could see was the top half of his swollen tank, but underneath the equator of his gut, partially buried in a thick and growing fatpad, he could feel his swollen uncut dick leaking precum into his briefs. He tensed his cock and felt it gently rub against his underbelly, a delicious and hedonistic feeling which reminded him of how obese he was.

One hand held a thick handful of gut while the other moved rhythmically from plate to face as he finished the last few bites of his evening feast. He belched loudly and went stood up, lumbering to the fridge, grabbing a tub of heavy cream from the door and taking it to his bedroom where he could sit on the edge of his bed and admire himself in the full-size mirror on his wardrobe.

He peeled the lid off the tub and brought it to his lips. Thick, heavy, and cool as it flowed into him. It felt sticky and decadent, and as he swallowed his mind focused on the vivid image of each mouthful expanding his body. He imagined his gut swelling further with each swallow and he gripped his gut tight with his free hand.

The last drops slid into his mouth and he put the tub on the nightstand, allowing himself the luxury of both hands on his body. In the mirror he could see a wide wet stain on his briefs where he'd been leaking all evening.

He grunted and swung his legs onto the bed, laid out on his back and wobbled his gut a little. Lifting it with one hand he tugged his briefs down with the other and turned his head to admire himself again in the mirror. His gut ballooned in front of him, sticking out further than his dick by several inches, and rested heavily against his forearm as he held what he could of his manhood in his palm.

He loved how he looked. He was easily twice the weight he was when he first gave into this and he palmed his dick while thinking about more and watching his gut move in the mirror. The wobbling, back-and-forth motion was electric and he relaxed into it while thinking about how many calories he'd eaten that day. Two thousand… three thousand…. four and a half thousand… five thousand…. almost six thousand.

That was the spot. Six thousand calories in a day, triple what he should eat and he barely had to try. That's why he was so overweight, that's why he was getting fatter, that's why his decent into obesity was inevitable. The orgasm built quickly in him, he felt it moving under this swollen tank and grabbed his gut harder as his muscles tensed.

"I'm so fat…" he moaned as each hot gush of cum landed on his body, glazing him like a doughnut and reinforcing his addiction to more.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Blood Moon- D.R.W

This idea came from this photo I found of Vamp!Danny and the fan interaction of Danny saying, "You think I'm scary? I promise I'm not." It's finally October, babes. It's time to get spooky.

This is just a little thing I had to get off my brain while I work on a separate fic but I wanted to give y'all something for this spooky season! No smut warnings here, just clean (bloody, scary, and semi horny) Halloween fun!

Warnings: Blood, hypnosis, and major character death. (Wow, the second thing I've ever written that isn't smut!)

It was fate that brought you up to this castle. It was a song in the wind, the promise of a warm bed. After trudging through the forest, frozen to the bone from the harsh rain that has soaked your clothes and the howl of the storm that's lightning flashes so bright, it could be the middle of the day. So bright but so wrong, it could only be day light, so stark and cold, empty and full of long shadows stretching across the trees in an upside down world under your feet. Maybe this isn't the land you knew. Maybe you were turned around off the path a long time ago. With no moon or stars to guide you home, you follow the light shining through stained glass of a castle on the hill.

It's the only beacon for miles around. You practically crawl up the door, mud covering your shoes and skirts. You don't even feel human, more animalistic than anything. Reduced to only your need to survive, the need for a warm fire.

Your hand slams the elaborate iron door knocker, hands so cold they could shatter like glass. A man rips the door open. His eyes terrify you for a moment, so dark you can only describe them as black, he looks as though you've intruded. No doubt you have, God only knows what time it is. "I-I'm sorry I-I was lost and I just followed the lights to your home, I-" "Dear child, look at the state of you." The man interrupts your nonsensical speech, you look at the rags your clothes have become, "No need to apologize, please, come inside. Let me take care of you." His voice is like velvet.

You nearly fall over your own feet, exhaustion taking hold of you now that you've stopped moving for the first time in miles. The strangers hands catch you, his hands are cold, warmer than yours but cold nonetheless. You look in his eyes, a deep darkness that you can practically see your own reflection like a scrying mirror. His skin is pallid white, dark curls cascading in his face as he's lowered to your level to keep you from falling. His grip on you is tight, your heart is hammering in your chest. He almost snaps out of a trance of sorts before loosening his grip, he looks around behind you before bringing you back to your feet. "You are so weak, let's get you in some warm clothes, I'll draw you a bath."

You sink in the tub, warm water thawing your frozen muscles, a robe is laid on the loveseat across the large bathroom near a vanity. The clawfoot tub with a view from the window that overlooks the castle grounds, acres of forest at the foot of this hill, and the storm rages on outside. The echo of the drips from the water faucet ring across the white marble floors. The house is more like a sprawling castle. It's ages old and seemingly empty. The master of the house is Daniel, the man who brought you in graciously from the cold. He's a strange man but kind and gentle.

You emerge from the water to dry, putting on a very fancy white silk robe. Your clothes are gone, off somewhere most likely to be washed, or replaced entirely, you think. You take the candle that sits burning on the countertop, walking out into the hall. You pad down the hallway, searching for Daniel. You make your way to the large fireplace, warming yourself. You sigh, closing your eyes as you soak in the heat of the fire. It feels like a weight has been lifted from your chest as you relax into your new surroundings.

Two cold hands come to your arms from behind. You nearly jump, turning around in fright only to find Daniel. "Did I startle you?" He asks, grinning at the state of your unrest. You never really noticed what he was wearing earlier. A long dark red velvet coat, black breeches, and strands upon strands of pearls a top of a sheer white linen button-down shirt. He looks so breathtaking, you've never met anyone like him before, and you think you never will again. You chuckle at your reaction. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in the room." You say anxiously. "My apologies, I wanted to ask if you enjoyed your bath." His voice soft and inquiring as he assesses your silk clad form. "I certainly did. Thank you so much, I would have frozen to death out there." You graciously thank your host. Daniel smiles, "Well, I couldn't have that, such a pretty thing out alone in the dark. Who knows what could have happened to you."

You look into his eyes again, they're pitch black, but with the glimmer of the fire, they nearly seem to have a red undertone. Surely not, you think. It's just your mind playing tricks. You take a step back, "I'm sorry, I'm just- you're a little scary." You whisper, a thought that you never meant to utter. His eyes only seem to light up at your comment, not the way you expected him to react. He smirks at your words. "I'm scary? I promise I'm not." Daniel's voice like a song in your ears, the way he smiles, his gentle voice assures.

His hand comes to your cheek, you lean into his palm, eyes growing tired all of a sudden. "My dear, you must be so tired. Come." He takes you by the hand, you follow him, almost as though you were a fawn, following after its kin in the meadow.

He brings you to an elegant chaise, warm velvet under you, inviting you closer. You're so close to him, you hardly think how this man is a stranger to you, how uncomfortable you should be in this state of near undress. It's no way for a lady to behave, but he felt like a flame and you the moth. Like a moon to his celestial body, wanting to be ever closer. My God he is beautiful.

You can feel just how warm you are, a blush in your cheeks, eyes heavy as though you've consumed an entire bottle of wine. "I can see you're tired of running." His voice is soft, deep, and raspy. His hand comes to your hair, pulling you closer. You don't resist. You find a pang of fear deep inside of your heart, one you can nearly wave off, but yet it buzzes like a fly in your mind. You open your eyes to see him looking at you, his eyes scanning your form, "You are divine." He coos, his fingertips grazing your scalp, that feeling in your chest subsides.

You feel as though you're on the brink of sleep, trailing into a dream. Your eyes close, your hand weakly coming to the pearls on his chest, your fingers toying with them as you are entranced by the way he pulls you even closer until your head is resting against his shoulder. He smells like warm spices, pine, with a hint of smoke, so inviting and familiar. His hands bring you onto his lap, you can not help but comply. Your brain feels like it's melting as his hands run down your body. You want him. You want to give him everything. Anything.

His hand comes slowly up your body, and to your cheek, he brings you to face him. You can't resist. You don't want to resist. You look him in his eyes. They're a deep red, almost a cabernet red is the only way to describe them. You're utterly hypnotized by him, you should be afraid, completely terrified of him. But you want to be a part of him. Anything he has to offer, you want to take from him.

"Such a gorgeous creature." His voice dances in your mind, a drunken smile comes to your lips as he brings his hand to your jaw. His thumb is cold as he drags it along your bottom lip, it practically sets you on fire the way he touches you. "All yours." You whisper weakly. Daniel grins, sharp teeth protruding in his smile, fang like teeth you had never seen before now. You know not what this means, but it doesn't matter, not anymore anyway. "All mine." He smiles, eyes delighted as he pulls you to him in a kiss. It's magnetic, your hand tightens around the strands of pearls, as his fingers pull away your robe from your shoulder, your neck exposed as his other hand brings your hair to the side. His tongue grazes along your own, and you want nothing more than to surrender completely to him.

He kisses you one last time before looking at you, "Such a pity." He sighs. You know you should be frightened, screaming and clawing away, but you don't. You don't want to. "This world is far too cruel to beautiful things such as yourself. I'll show you a tender mercy." He rasps.

His arms are so strong they pull you to him, your neck to his lips. His teeth sinking into the artery of your neck. Your hands hold the strand of pearls, your eyes unable to stay open, as your body feels numb, warm and sleepy. You can feel your blood leaving your body, but you don't care. It's not even yours anymore, you want to give it away. To give it to him. You can feel your heart slowing, the pitterpatter turning into a distant drum.

The sound of Daniel's lips against your throat and the burning flame in your neck sounds like a lullaby as you begin to drift off to sleep. His hands feel hot on your skin, you relax into his frame, your hands slowly falling away from the now blood-soaked pearls. Like a lamb in the meadow, drawn away by a wolf.

Daniel kisses your cheek as he withdraws from your garishly bloody neck. He lays your body down against the velvet chaise. He stands above you, your eyes barely staying open to see before you, an angelic evil. Lips covered in your blood, dripping down his throat and on to the pearls you once held. "I told you there was nothing to be afraid of. Now get some rest, don't fight it, my love. Sleep well, angel." Daniel's voice fading as you give into that sweet sleep that's been pulling you in since you entered this place. His hand takes yours, he kisses the top of your hand, "Sweet dreams."

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