#and i first rub soap on my body/face AND THEN lather up the cloth and start scrubbing (not hard) i feel that helps with the pain/feeling

[ultravioletlesbian]

i am very aware of people thinking shaving is the same as washing and so they dont wash their legs.

[goxjo]

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝜗ৎ ♥︎ ꒰ 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 + 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 ꒱ ♥︎ 𝜗ৎ˖ ࣪⊹

⟢ ﹒ just the wind breaker boys comforting you through a tough time ┆ alternatively, some soft kinks / sensual acts with the wb boys <3

ft. togame & kaji ┆ umemiya & endo here

cw. hurt / comfort smut, all of these could’ve been much longer lol, f! bodied reader, no reader pronouns. togame cw ┆ shower sex, kinda rough, slight overstimulation, soap play? lol. kaji cw ┆ mutual aftercare, pussyjob, implied rough sex, bruising, guilty! kaji, slight masochistic reader, rough to soft, guided touching. nsfw content under the cut, minors do not interact (18+)

a/n. one. I wanted to use these banners !!!! two. I had the hurt, (been feeling ehhhh for a while now lol) all I desperately needed was the comfort !!! AND three. this is my first wb piece on this blog :’)

ੈ♡‧₊˚ TOGAME + SHOWER SEX

He knows you’ve been crying in the shower, hiding your tears behind the running water, sobs muffled by the patter of the water on your tiled bathroom floor. But he can see it in your eyes. It hurts him a little to think you don’t trust him enough to at least let him know you’ve been crying, let alone the reason behind it.

Still, he doesn’t pry. He just times it well enough to station himself and have your stuff ready by the time you need to step into your shared bathroom.

“Jo, what—”

“Shh, c’mere.” He pulls you into the tightest embrace, and it turns out that all it takes is the tiniest speck of attention from him until you’re falling apart, crumbling into his touch. “I know, I know. Let it all out.”

Your tears pool on his clothing, saltwater leaving a damp spot on his chest but he doesn’t budge. The way he pats your head feels like you’re a dirty ragged cloth and he’s gently wringing out all the hurt. You realize that what you needed all this time was this — his touch, and a few kind words to go along with it.

He helps you out of your clothes, discarding his own last before he takes your hand as you both step into the shower. Warm water runs through your naked bodies, hair getting damper by the second, and not a second sooner, you feel his erection pressing from behind you.

“It’s been a while,” he whispers, his nose flat against your cheek, and you feel your heart sink upon realizing you’ve neglected him in your isolation. “I don’t blame you,” as if he heard your thoughts, he murmurs as he plants warm and hazy kisses on your cheek. He nuzzles his face into yours, your back pressed against his broad chest, while big hands lather your body slick with soap.

Whether it’s the rising steam or him that’s making it harder for you to breathe, you’re unsure. But at this moment, he alone is the antidote to your torment, and the cause of the heat pooling between your legs.

“Need you to rely on me a little, ‘kay?”

“Okay, Jo.” You lean back, hooking a hand around his nape, his undercut prickling your palm as you run your fingers through his head of hair. His mouth captures yours, plunging you into a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

“Tell me you need me,” he groans, forehead resting on yours.

“I nee-h-eed you, Jo.” Your jaw loses its bolts, mouth forming an ‘o’ when he begins to rub sloppy circles on your clit. Your slick butters his fingers so easily, he slides into your slippery hole with no restraint — not from you and certainly not from your pussy. His cock twitches behind you, warm tip leaking pre-cum down your back.

“Ohh!” He presses your soapy body up against the glass, tits flat against the screen. Water wells up on your chest, streaming along your hands and your cheek.

“Mmffuuuuck.” Your breaths fog up the screen, running water spewing from your mouth while you take the stretch of his hard cock. Your head spins from the overstimulation. Every single rock of his hips splashes water every which way, and every single pump forms a lewd, foamy portrait of your body on the bathroom glass.

“Gonna fuck all the hurt away, baby.”

ੈ♡‧₊˚ KAJI + MUTUAL AFTERCARE + PUSSYJOB

“Hey, we’re good.” Kaji’s voice snaps you out of your heightened daze, but not quite enough to wash off the tickling sensation left in your cunt from having orgasms one after another. You could never bring yourself to match Kaji’s pace no matter how hard you tried. It’s as if he has tanks upon tanks of stamina reserves. Not that you’re complaining when every fucking time his cock stretches you out feels crazy good.

“We’re good,” you hum back, and Kaji takes your reassurance to heart. He covers your shoulders with a robe, planting soft kisses on your lips while you take time to collect yourself. And soon enough, your breaths have grown heavy from the semi-familiar stinging sensation you feel all over your body.

You know Kaji forgets how strong he is sometimes. He knows that, too.

A single rough night with him is enough to cover yourself in bruises — from the marks left by his fingers digging into the mass of your thighs, the trail of bites on your shoulders down to your chest from when he just couldn’t help himself, to the swollen imprint of his hands around your arms when he pinned your hands above your head.

You hesitantly stare at yourself in the mirror, worried about what Kaji will think. But you have to look at the aftermath of last night on top of today, letting your robe drop just enough to expose your shoulders. Seeing yourself is like seeing a rough timeline of last night’s events. He can barely look you in the eye when he hears you hiss as you run your fingers across the offended parts of your skin.

“Ren?” You look at your guilt-ridden partner through the mirror.

“Tsk,” he clicks his tongue, thick eyebrows knitting together as he puts his hands in his pockets, as if to keep himself from touching you.

“Hey, now~” You walk up to him as you cover yourself up. Both of your hands soothe his strong chest, but he doesn’t budge. You cup his face, thumb stroking his cheek, prompting him to fix his eyes on you. “Baby, look at me,” you whisper.

And he does, his rough gaze instantly melting the moment his eyes meet with yours.

“We’re good.” You plant a kiss on his chest once, on his neck twice, hand cupping his face, preventing him from looking away again, and waiting for him to say it back.

“We’re good.” His voice is devoid of faith, in sharp contrast to how you answered him back earlier but you know he’s really trying to convince himself. And you know better than to let his dark thoughts linger long enough for him to actually believe he could ever hurt you.

“I love you, Ren.”

“I love you too.” That’s really all he needs to hear from you. But it doesn’t make it easier for him to look at what he’s done to you.

…

It takes you a little while to beg him to let you take control for once in an attempt to reassure your Kaji just how much you welcome his touch — and you mean every single one.

And though he gives in, he’s still unable to meet your gaze, even as you begin to straddle either side of his lap while he sits on the edge of the bed.

He’s stiff as a board, hands balled to a fist, hellbent on not touching you tonight even though he’s betrayed by his own wants, his hard cock serving as your mount.

“I’ll make you feel good, ‘kay?”

“Ohh,” he groans at the slow rock of your hips back and forth, your own juices coating his full length. It takes all of his might not to flip you over and make you take all of him from behind. And he’s so close to breaking if not for your own hands that catch him off guard, making him look into your eyes once again. You reach for his hands, slowly guiding them how and where you like to be touched.

You run his hands across your chest, down to your stomach, your legs, and back up to your breasts, palms alternating between pressing, massaging, and cupping. He grunts, cock twitching beneath you as you pick up the pace running your slick folds along his cock. And as if a switch flicked in his brain, he finds solace in your own guided touch, knowing your hands could leave remnants of its tenderness on his, and he’s able to touch you without hurting you.

“I’m so in love with you,” he whispers under his breath.

“So am I.”

[keeheauxtales]

We can just keep talkin' 'bout the last time

You were here, what we did

No sleep till morning

Only bubble baths and back rubs 🔞

— “So Anxious” - Ginuwine

pairing: soft!dom!Keeho x fem!bodied!reader (with switch vibes)

genre: tub sex :) established relationship smut with minimal plot, y’all know the vibes?

word count: ~1.8k

content warnings: dirty talk, cunnilingus, nipple play + underwater handjob!, dick riding, edging, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), a bit of breeding 🫢 (& thus ‘daddy’ is used, among other nicknames)

author’s notes: I’m kinda making this a prologue of a new project of sorts titled my “S.I.S (Self-Indulgent Series).” A bit of excuse for me to start writing more of what I wanna write – for me, but y’all get the pleasure of reading it! 😅 also: guess who just finally figured out how to make the text smaller like I’ve seen so many other awesome writers do?! 🙌🏾😂

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9:38pm

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“wanna join me? 😉🛀”

Your phone lights up with these lovely invitations masquerading as text messages as you sit in the hotel room across the hall from your boyfriend. A smirk creeps along your face as you rise up from your bed to discard of whatever clothes you have on. Throwing on a robe that typically rests in the room’s closet, you grab your phone and room key, and briskly make your way to your lover.

When you open the bathroom door, you’re greeted with the same thing those pictures were alluding to, along with a more delighted expression on the face of its sender. Keeho spots your bare shoulders as you had positioned your robe lower the moment you entered his room. “Well,” Keeho starts, “glad you decided to come over.” He hovers his phone over the bathroom floor before you take it into your own hands to bring it over to the counter with your items. “There’s only a couple things keeping you from where I want you to be,” he states, dragging a finger along your height in the air.

You gradually peel the robe (thing #1) off of your body before beginning to close the distance (thing #2) between you and the warm water that has already been enveloping your boyfriend, eventually stepping in to join him.

Soap-covered hands immediately emerge from the aforementioned water the moment that second leg is inside of the tub, caressing and pushing your thighs as far apart as can be allowed. You’re briefly stunned before catching Keeho’s wanton gaze trailing up every inch of you before his eyes finally meet yours.

“Don’t sit yet, babe, wanna taste you…” And just like that, Keeho spits on your pussy like it hadn’t already been wet since before he sent those pictures. He drags his tongue leisurely along your entrance, and as you set a foot up along the edge of the tub, you let out a long, loud moan you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

“Oh fuck, baby,” you blurt out, feeling Keeho’s tongue enter your dripping folds with incredible efficiency. You feel intense vibrations from beneath you as Keeho journeys up and down your inner cavern, moaning at how good you taste. You admire his consistency, how he enjoys you every single time like it’s your first time all over again. “Don’t stop…” you moan out, “until I cum in that f-filthy mouth of yours…”

Keeho only has it in himself to hum against you in compliance before beginning to make out with your cunt. You start to feel your legs shake as his big hands inadvertently lather your thighs with soap, caressing them while he sucks sweet juices – and even sweeter sounds – out of you. He raises his hands behind you to your lower back, giving you full reign to grind against his face, roping your fingers into his wet hair for some sort of leverage before throwing a leg over his shoulder.

The reality of him being the source of your evident pleasure riles him up further as his own moans match the magnitude of yours. Drowning out the wetness of the water itself is Keeho’s mouth unabashedly pervading your wetness, and by the time you regain consciousness you didn’t know you had lost, that knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Yes, Kee… Oh shit… Yeah… Fuck!” Before you could even warn him like you tend to do, you cry out as your legs quiver, exploding into his mouth just like you had wanted. You whimper at Keeho as he slurps as much of your essence as he possibly can, moaning lustily into your heat. Big hands grip your ass before he pulls away from you completely, licking his lips as he resumes his position in the tub.

Then I fill the tub up halfway, then ride it with my surfboard…

— “Drunk In Love” – Beyoncé

As you do your best to slowly enter more of your body into the water, you notice it rise by default. With your partner’s permission, you raise the nozzle to empty a small portion of the water before fully submerging yourself into some much needed relaxation.

All the while, Keeho’s hands have been caressing his own thighs underwater in an effort to calm himself down a bit. However, he achieves quite the opposite as your legs land on top of his. Your thighs act like magnets as far as Keeho’s concerned, the way his hands are back on top of them, caressing them just like when you were upright minutes ago.

The both of you cautiously work to close the distance before officially colliding toward the middle of the tub. With Keeho’s hands now going up and down your legs, one of your arms snake their way around his neck. As the other arm trails up and down his back, Keeho leans forward until his lips meld with yours.

Melting into the kiss, you feel yourself settle into the warmth of Keeho’s embrace, his hands now rubbing against your back with the soap lingering atop the water. After a few moments, you guide your hands to his chest, resting along his pecs. Your fingers maneuver around his nipples, thumbs treating them like gears on game controllers before your index fingers join in to pinch them. You hear your boyfriend begin to moan rather loudly, breaking the kiss to callously grunt into your gaping mouth.

“My dick is already so fucking hard for you, and you wanna play with my tits…” Keeho spits out provocatively. “Okay then,” he concludes before mirroring your exact fingering motions on your breasts, eliciting whimpers loud enough to overtake the sound of any wetness beneath you.

Keeho latches his thick lips onto your neck, and subconsciously, your hands leap into the water in search of this ‘hard dick’ he spoke of. You find it in no time, mere seconds after Keeho lowered his mouth onto one of your nipples. You lean back for comfort, and his brain short circuits feeling hands that aren’t his grip his cock underwater. He flicks his tongue rapidly before nipping at your areola as a response.

You release a deep groan from the back of your throat, your hands overworking to win the fight with buoyancy as they aggressively stroke Keeho’s bricked shaft in between the two of you. You feel a bit disgusted, knowing that your leftover arousal is dripping out of your pussy into soapy waters, especially with your thirsty partner shooting doe-eyed glances into your glazed-over stares at any given moment. Miraculously, you feel precum each time your thumb rolls along his tip.

Eventually, Keeho leans back like you did earlier, resting his flexed arms along the tub. You’d be lying your ass off to say that the sight of his toned chest heaving wasn’t turning your legs into mush. His entire stance was inviting you to just pounce on that dick your hands were wrapped around, and you knew it.

You carefully follow that thought, begrudgingly releasing Keeho’s cock from one of your hands for leverage. As a result, his deep moans halt momentarily while you position yourself on his soaking and loaded dick. One of Keeho’s veiny arms assist on your hip before you lower yourself back down, this time boarding the solid member that’s been heavily anticipating your warm cavern of a cunt this entire time.

In a fit of instantaneous weakness, you feel yourself shake once Keeho has entered you, your hands back caressing his neck. His hands slide down your back before they dive beneath your ass, kneading your cheeks. The both of you exhale a slew of obscenities at one another before you start to grind on his lap.

Once you both adjust to one another in this different environment, Keeho wills himself to fuck up into you as slowly as he can allow himself to. All the while, you can’t seem to stop your pelvis from moving, causing the water to splash a bit wildly. Neither of you could care to exercise caution, instead you both grow more and more careless the more you get lost in the lust of it all.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Keeho grunts, sweating around the wet bangs covering his forehead.

“Shit… Fuck, make me cum, baby!” You cry out as Keeho’s throbbing cock reaches your spot in those gummy walls he keeps pulsing deeper into.

“Call me ‘baby’ like that again…” Keeho spits out, already reduced to just sitting back and letting you ride, but not before one particularly deep thrust aimed directly at your clit unlocks another nickname in its stead.

“D-daddy!”

“Oh shit,” Keeho breathed out, feeling like he was drowning in that tub (and would’ve been okay with it after hearing something so rare leave your mouth like that). “You’re gonna fuck around and make me wanna become one for real, keep playing.”

And just like that, you feel a knot tighten deep in your stomach for a second time tonight, almost like it came into contact with your boyfriend’s cock drilled into your hole. “Then cum inside me, Steph,” you breathe in his ear seductively, “no sense causing such a sticky mess in this tub for housekeeping to have to clean up.”

“It may not matter once you’re cumming with me, sweetheart,” Keeho challenges in almost a whisper before he resumes rolling his hips up in time with your body damn near bucking against him.

You accept the challenge with so much composure as you grip the tub with your hand, your pussy gripping every bit of Keeho’s girth. Sensing a climax approaching from the both of you, he lowers himself back into the water with one of his hands clamping your waist, the other starting to squeeze your neck in that freaky progression that teeters between slight discomfort and alarming danger, and you could usually give a fuck… Keeho quite literally couldn’t stand to give a few fucks now.

“Is my baby gonna cum all on daddy’s dick like the good slut she is?”

You hum and nod in response, whimpering over his words.

“And are you gonna let daddy cum inside that tight… little pussy like you said?”

“Fuck, please!” you yell out, briefly realizing that he paused while awaiting your answer.

“‘Please,’ what?” he inquires as his voice drops a notch for an added edge.

“Please cum for me, baby! I want to feel your hot cum inside me, for fucks sake!”

Maybe it was the fact that the water was getting colder around you, or the way Keeho’s cock kept twitching inside of your swollen cunny, while denying himself of his own orgasm in the process, but damn, y’all were desperately determined to find release before leaving this bathtub.

After moaning your name, and lustily reiterating how good your pussy feels around him with his eyes rolling back, he gaspingly asks one more question. “Are you ready for this load, babygirl?”

“Oh god, yes, Kee– I’m cumming,” you exhale, vibrating around your lover as warm semen oozes out of the both of you. Keeho claws at your back as he fucks his own orgasm out, causing a chill to run down your spine as you fall forward onto his chest.

“Aww,” Keeho coos in your ear, smiling as you both unwind like you were planning to in the beginning of this impromptu date, “you did so good, mama.”

[kteezy997]

Hello I’m sorry to bother you I saw your bio says your requests are open and I was wanting to request a smut with Lee from bones and all. My request is Lee taking his girlfriend and fellow eaters virginity he is soft and dominant with her saying she is his girl. If that’s out of your comfort zone or you don’t want to do it that’s fine! :)

His Girl//Lee (Bones and All)

Warnings: mention of murder, mention of cannibalism, Lee and reader are eaters, blood, smut, female receiving oral sex, reader’s first time

•Unedited at this time•

He had killed for you. What else was love? You didn't think there were many people in the world that could say that about their partner, that they would kill for you.

Lee was a great boyfriend and the best protector you could have ever asked for. And now that he you had shared someone together, your relationship felt more serious than ever. You felt so safe and secure with him. It is quite an intimate thing for an eater to share their food. So it was clear now that you had a strong bond and a mutual trust between you.

The two of you were able to return back to your motel room undetected. You were both cover in splotches of blood from the mouth down.

"C'mon baby, let's get cleaned up." Lee said, a silly grin on his face. The blood spatters on his cheeks were like a gory five o'clock shadow.

You weren't nervous, everything felt natural as you went into the bathroom and saw him getting undressed as you started to do the same.

Lee turned the water on and took your hand to lead you into the shower.

He was the first person to make you feel seen and loved. He was your family now. Your parents had abandoned you, not that you could really blame them. They could no longer endure the trauma you had brought into their lives. They could not go on hiding what you were.

But what you had now with Lee was even more special, because there was no obligation. He chose you and you chose him.

The water washed over your bodies. You welcomed the warmth and it felt so relieving to get the blood off of you. You watched as Lee's pinkish brown hair was drenched. He looked so handsome, as always, as the blood was rinsed from his jawline.

Lee pulled you into his chest, kissing you and letting the water fall onto your head, soaking your hair. You picked up the washcloth and got it wet under the water and massaged the bar of soap onto it. You then started to lather his arms and chest with the cloth.

You looked down at your feet, seeing the blood mix with the water and the white suds of the soap, looking like a melted strawberry milkshake under your feet.

Lee took the washcloth from your hands, and gently ran it over your back.

You looked into his green eyes, and that was all he had to do to warm you from the inside out.

"I love you, y/n." he whispered.

You smiled, “I love you too.”

He matched your smile and kissed you again.

……

You got out of the shower and onto the bed together with Lee crawling on top of you. He spread your legs instantly, dipping his head between them. He flattened his eager tongue onto your clit, swiping up upward, slowly, over and over, savoring your taste.

“Mmm.” he moaned against your clit, the vibrations making your toes curl.

“Oh, Lee.” you panted, put your hand in his hair as his tongue danced up and down your slit. “Fuck.” you cried, letting your head fall back. You grabbed the sheets a moment later as he wiggled his tongue, agitating your clit. You held your mouth closed to muffle your moans.

“No, baby.” You heard your boyfriend’s voice. “Don’t hold back. Open your mouth, I want to hear you.”

You looked down at him, he held your thighs in his rough, tattooed hands. His eyes watched you as he returned his tongue to you your folds. “Mm, fuck.” you whimpered.

“Yes, my sweet girl. You’re so good.” he praised, squeezing your thighs in his palms. As he massaged your clit with his lips, he rubbed your outer thighs.

Your arched your back, feeling euphoria take over your body. You moaned without shame. You no longer cared if your motel neighbors heard you. Lee gave you permission to be loud, and that was all that mattered.

He wiggled his tongue, darting it into your pleasure points over and over. “Come for me.” he panted softly from between your legs.

And you did. Your body shook from orgasm. You shuddered, accidentally squeezing Lee’s head with your thighs.

Lee raised up into his knees, holding your legs apart. “Are you ready?” he asked, looking at you so tenderly.

“Yes, I want you, Lee.” you replied instantly.

His lip turned up into a smirk, he tugged slightly on your legs, thrusting his hips forward. “This will hurt at first.” he warned, “But I will stop if you tell me to.”

There was an intense pressure as he pushed the head of his cock inside of you. You held your breath, wincing. You gripped the sheets again. You could feel his cock tearing your pussy walls with each centimeter of his length.

“Are you good?” Lee asked, putting his hand in your hair.

You nodded, clinging to him.

“I need you to use your words. Nodding is not good enough right now.” he said firmly.

“Yes, it hurts. But I don’t want to stop.”

“Okay, I’m just going to go all the way in, like ripping off a bandage, yeah.”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He slid his cock in, sheathing himself entirely. His chest touched your breasts, and his face was just inches above you. He groaned, wincing and clenching his jaw. “You’re so tight, baby. But it feels good.” He held himself up with his flat on the mattress, and slowly bobbed his hips into you.

“Mm.” you muttered as the pressure inside you lessened. You were really wet, so his big cock slid nicely in and out. It started to feel good.

“How do you feel, my girl?” he huffed out, going a little faster.

You locked eyes with him. His red tipped curls hung in his eyes, making him look so cute. “Feels amazing, I love you, Lee.”

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[iovetecchou]

Hanging On By A Thread ⧸ Bram Stoker.𖥔 ݁ ˖

༞ Contains...! smut and partial fluff, blushy!bram, hypersensitive!bram, heavy petting, consent! handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, (please don't do this irl, this is simply fiction!), praise, begging, breeding kink, creampie, lots and lots of cum (mans has been pent up for centuries!)

Bram uses "mo chroí" as a term of endearment for the reader, which essentially translates to "my heart"

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 1,911 words.

kinktober masterlist!

Bram was confused, to say the least, the first time you told him you were going to take a bath.

"A bath? But, Aya told me baths are a formality taken by kings nowadays." No, she didn't, he has it all twisted...

He tilted his head in confusion as you began giggling from his unfamiliarity before enlightening him.

Once it clicked, his eyebrows darted up, eyes blown wide before he slowly asked, "Would you be so gracious as to bathe me, mo chroí? Perhaps, you could... join me? Only if you desire, of course."

Your heart damn near exploded at his request.

You made sure to make Bram's first bath experience as enjoyable as you could. Filling the tub with bubbles— making sure washcloths, soap, and a rinsing cup were in proximity.

After helping Bram strip off the articles of clothing he adorned, you ushered him into the tub. Bram like the gentleman he is, sealed his eyes shut as you undressed. Only drawing them back open when he felt you sink in beside him.

"Is the water warm enough for you, Bram?" You reached for the soap and a washcloth. Pouring a small amount of the body wash onto the towel before bringing it up to Bram's exposed chest. 

"Yes... this is quite pleasant." Bram averted his gaze, a blush adorning his pale cheeks as you washed his upper body. Your touch was gentle; pure. But his bodily reactions were far from that. You lathered his collarbones, then his chest— Bram took in a shaky breath as the cloth swiped over his nipples, before your hand trailed lower. Ducking underneath the bubbly water, beyond Bram's— and your vision. 

You hummed to yourself as you continued to wash him. Failing to realize that Bram was growing hard as the seconds ticked by. Your gaze flickered up to his face as you felt his body twitch underneath your touch. "Love, is something wrong?"

Your eyebrows knit together in concern as you awaited his response. Your hand stilled against his lean torso, allowing your palm to rest atop his limber thigh. This caused Bram to jolt even worse than before as he refused to meet your gaze. 

"Mo chroí... I apologize. It seems I have become aroused— sexually. I am ashamed to admit it, but ever since my entire body was restored... It's been hard to suppress these desires when you touch me."

You felt heat swirl in your core from his words, resisting the urge to rub your thighs together from beneath the water. However, curiosity got the best of you. Your hand, which still rested on Bram's thigh began to wander. You gasped when your fingers grazed over his length. He was painfully hard, you noted, as your hands mapped out the stretch of his shaft. 

You watched his face scrunch up in pleasure as you felt his cock twitch beneath your featherlight touches. "You don't need to apologize, my love. You should have told me sooner! I would have gladly helped you with... this." Your nimble digits wrapped around his achey length, accentuating your words. 

Bram's eyes flickered shut, taking a sharp breath through his nostrils from the electrifying touch. Each time Bram got hard since that bothersome sword was removed and his body was restored, he refused to tend to his needs. Feeling all too shameful for having such impure thoughts about you. But receiving even the tiniest morsel of pleasure, not to mention that it was coming from the subject of his desires, was pleasantly overwhelming. 

"As long as you don't mi-mind, mo chroí. I would be honored to receive your assistance in this little p-problem." Bram croaked as you experimentally rubbed your thumb over his tip. "I would hardly call this a small problem." You muttered, more so to yourself, as you slowly began moving your hand in a steady rhythm. 

Your eyes were glued to Bram's ethereal visage. Reveling in the way his eyes roll back in pleasure as deep groans slip past his lips the more you continue to stroke his cock. He was twitching and throbbing wildly beneath your grasp. You tried to swat the bubbles away with your free hand; in hopes of seeing his lengh for yourself. 

"You're so g-good at this... mo chroí. I long for more, please." Your eyes met his as Bram peeled them open. His crimson orbs pooled with lust, half-lidded and hungry for more. Your movements around his length stilled as you asked, "Could you lift your hand up for me, my love?" 

Without hesitation, he did just that. Bringing his hand up to your view and tilting his head in confusion as he deadpanned, "What's the meaning of this?" You examined his elegant fingers, a sight that was still relatively new to you. You sighed as your gaze fixated on his pointed black fingernails. "Yeah... that's not happening..." You muttered to yourself, causing Bram's confusion to skyrocket. 

"It's just... it's nothing! I'll give you more, my love, I promise. Could you be patient for me?" You beamed up at him, bringing your free hand up to caress his scarred cheek. Tucking an unruly slate piece of hair behind his pointed ear. Your other hand, that was still clamped around Bram's cock eased up. You opted for slipping your fingers between your legs instead. 

"With pleasure, mo chroí. I'd wait an eternity for you." Your heart thumbed at his comforting words, causing your smile to brighten as you toyed with your entrance. Slowly, you slipped a finger into your awaiting heat. Bram watched you intently as your face began to soften, your eyebrows relaxed; jaw falling slack as you added a second finger. "What are you doing?" Bram questioned, allowing his hand to explore underneath the water. His breath hitched as he realized what exactly you were up to. 

"So this is why you requested to observe my hands?" You wordlessly nodded yes as you continued to stretch yourself out to accomidate his length. All Bram could do was watch in fascination, bringing his hands down to grasp your waist from beneath the soapy water. This went on for a few beats before you muttered, "O-Okay... I think that's enough."

Before Bram could question you further, you were on him. Slotting yourself atop his lap, thighs straddling his as you reached down for his needy cock. His grip on your waist tightened as you spoke up. "I'm gonna put it in now, yeah?" Bram's eyes widened as he felt you seize his length once more, letting out a hiss as you rubbed his ruddy head through your slick folds. 

"Please... I beg of you, mo chroí— I need to be one with you." With that, you lined his cock up to your heat; reveling in the whine that slipped past your lover's lips as the tip of his length pushed past the tight ring of your pussy. You brought both hands up to his shoulders, bracing yourself as you took him; inch by inch. 

"Feels better than I envisioned, ah— y-you are perfection." Bram's grip on your waist tightened as you took him to the hilt. You let little whines slip past your lips as you felt him throb inside you, clenching and unclenching around his long cock as you adjusted to the fullness. "Fuck, Bram— you're so b-big!" You cried out, scoring your bottom lip with your teeth. 

"I apologize, mo chroí. The last thing I want is to bring you any discomfort." Bram blushed profusely, averting his gaze from you once more. A small chuckle coming from your lips pulled him out of his stupor as you deadpanned, "Bram, my love, that's a good— hah... g-good thing! You feel so fucking amazing..." You smirked up at him as you felt him twitch inside you from your words. 

"Oh, I see... Wait- what are you—" Bram managed to croak out before you lifted your hips, ramming yourself back down on his cock. Bram let out a breathy whine as you repeated this action over and over and over again. You rode his cock like your life depended on it, drinking in the sounds he emitted. Bram could not take his eyes off you; he was mesmerized. Tuning out the sound of water as it sloshed out of the bathtub, only focusing on you— and you alone. 

"So tight and warm... incredible..." He whispered before capturing your lips with his. Bram kissed you with great force, swirling his tongue along yours. You whined against his mouth as Bram began to lift his hips, sloppily meeting your thrusts. Your eyes rolled back the moment he began fucking up into you. The tip of his cock prodded your sweet spot perfectly each time he plunged deeper. 

You could feel the coil within your tummy unravel the more Bram unrelentingly fucked up into you. You were close, and by the way his cock pulsed from deep inside, you knew he wasn't far behind. You pulled away from his lips with a string of saliva still connecting you. "Bram... I'm close— cum with me, please? W-Want you to fill me up..." 

Bram felt like he was spinning when you uttered those words. "It would be my pleasure, mo chroí. I thought about this moment— hah, countlessly. Filling you with my seed... having you bear my children— Christ!" The recounting of his thoughts and the feeling of you suffocating his cock, proved to be too much for the demon king. He came inside you without another word. Letting out a cry of your name as he buried himself to the hilt, emptying his load inside your fluttering heat. 

"Bram— ah, c-cumming!" You cried out. The feeling of him cumming inside you, paired with his sharp nails digging into your sides, pushed you over the edge. You gushed around his cock, eyes widening as you still felt Bram's seed filling you up. His balls twitched from where they kissed the underside of your pussy. There was so much, you hardly expected him to be carrying such a heavy load. 

"S-So full!" You gasped, reeling from the aftershocks of your orgasm as Bram finally finished emptying his cum deep inside your cunt. He groaned as he pulled his hips back down, allowing himself to relax. Suddenly feeling all too aware of how cold the water had become. "Are you alright, mo chroí?" Bram whispered, bringing his hand up to soothe over your face. You leaned into his touch, allowing your eyes to flutter shut.

"More than alright! You must have been really pent-up, huh? It's probably been centuries since you last—" Bram silenced you with a chaste kiss before you could say anything more. Your hands draped around his slender throat, carding through his slate locks as you sighed into the embrace. You only pulled away when your lungs began to scream for air. 

"You came so much... you surely got me pregnant, Bram!" You meant it to be playful, but when you felt him harden inside you again almost instantly; your eyes widened. "Don't... please, don't say such crass things, mo chroí. My self-control is hanging on by a thread." You watched as Bram's crimson eyes darkened, slate eyebrows knit in concentration as he tried to compose himself. 

"What if I want that thread to snap?" You challenged, grounding your hips down against his stiff cock. "But, before that... let's get out of this tub! I'm freezing!"

[dirtyvulture]

Natasha Romanoff x Male!Witcher!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by Yuni on Ao3: (Translated from French on Google translate, original request below) Hi, I really like your work and was wondering if you can do a The Witcher style male Natasha x Reader covered in scars (one of which is across his face) and tattoos, a mass of muscles and the rest as a result 😳 😅, who returns from the fight and finds Natasha. To this follows a well-deserved part of legs in the air 😆😜. Thank you if you accept, good continuation. (My apologies for so many details)

AN: I've never watched The Witcher, so thanks to @mostlymarvelsstuff for educating me lol.

Original request: Bonjour, j'aime beaucoup votre travail et je me demandais si vous pouvez faire un Natasha x Reader masculin du style The Witcher couvert de cicatrices (dont une lui barre le visage) et de tatouages, une masse de muscles et le reste en conséquences 😳😅, qui revient du combat et retrouve Natasha. À cela suit une partie de jambes en l'air bien méritée 😆😜. Merci si vous acceptez, bonne continuation. (Mes excuses pour tant de détails)

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You shove your shoulder into your door one final time that almost knocks it off its hinges as you stumble into your room. You throw your sword onto the carpet and have the urge to fall with it until you see Natasha Romanoff waiting on your bed for you.

"Nat?" you ask, fighting against the exhaustion seeping into your bones. "What are you doing here?"

"Here to congratulate you after another successful battle," she says. "I already got your bath ready for you--"

"You didn't have to." While part of you is grateful for her help, you also like to maintain your independency and don't like to be waited on very much.

"Come on," she beckons, standing up and offering her hand. You have no energy left to argue and follow her into the bathroom, where true to her word, the enormous wooden basin is filled with steaming water.

You turn around to let Natasha help you remove off your several layers of armor and clothing. Some of it is splattered with your opponents blood, some of it yours, although you had hardly been injured in the fight. Natasha's hand lingers on your chest, tracing the shell of the wolf medallion hanging around your neck. Her hand travels down your ribs, where you have a thin slash from a sword.

"Let me get you a bandage for that," she says, darting off while you stand there naked, taking a moment to admire your reflection in the mirror. The years of hunts had taken a visible toll on your body, with scars littering your torso and limbs. There is a ragged chunk of missing flesh on your left thigh and claw marks raking across your chest to your stomach. Your most prominent scar could not be easily hid with clothing because it was on your face, crossing your left eye from your forehead to your cheek. But despite the damage from an innumerable amount of fights, you were of good health and strongly built, with sculpted muscles that put most men to shame.

Natasha returns with a bandage and some ointment, but requests that you wash off the blood and dirt in the tub first. You are happy to oblige, slipping into the warm water and closing your eyes in bliss as the heat loosens your muscles.

Natasha conjures up a rag and a bar of soap, wetting both and rubbing them together until a white lather appears. You sit back and let her wash your face, arms, and chest, taking the washcloth from her to finish what's left under the water. She eyes you hungrily as you wash yourself, almost like she's jealous she doesn't get to do it herself.

"You'll get your turn," you promise as you drain the tub of the dirty water. Natasha fills a bucket to present you with clean water to rinse off with, and when you're done you stand up, dripping water onto the ground and Natasha not-so-subtly clenches her legs together.

You go back to the bedroom, allowing her to clean and bandage the cut on your side, and even after that she's still looking at you like she wants to devour you.

"Nat," you say, finally ready to give in to her.

"Hold on. Drink this." Out of nowhere, she conjures up a flask carrying a bright-red liquid and holds it out to you.

"Will this heal me?" you ask, hesitant from the potion's flashy color.

"Yes," Natasha says with a grin, "And it'll help you last longer."

It takes a moment for you to understand what she's referring to, but you eagerly down the potion, cringing at the harsh taste. It doesn't make you feel any different at first, but then a hot warmth spreads to your groin and you realize it's because Natasha's taken your cock in her hands and starts stroking you slowly.

You crawl back on the bed, spreading your legs to allow her to join you. She takes off her own multiple layers of clothing, climbing on top of you and rubbing her bare chest against yours. Her nipples are already hard and you grope her breasts roughly. She arches into you and moans, and you hike your hips up to rub your cock along her smooth thighs.

"Fuck, Y/N," she murmurs, her hands roaming your body as much as yours are on hers. Natasha loves the way your muscles shift and flex under her touch. She can practically feel the individual muscle fibers in your chest straining and popping and your thighs are rock-solid underneath hers.

Her nails dig into the curve of your biceps, trying to keep you pinned down, but of course her strength is no match for yours. You wrap your arms around her waist, flipping her over in one motion and kissing her fiercely. You feel her hands grab at your medallion, then going down your sides and gripping onto your muscular butt to guide your hips.

"Inside," she begs. "I need you."

"Not yet," you tease, rolling your hips slowly so the tip of your cock teases her entrance. But you don't think she's wet enough for you, and with your size, you don't want to hurt her by pushing in too early. Besides, it's fun to tease her.

"Please, please," she begs, widening her legs until you can see her glistening center.

You push two fingers into her and curl them against her front wall; she moans loudly and drops her head back into the pillows. Your cock hardens even more at the thought of her walls clenching around you like that. You roll your thumb over her clit a few times, pumping your fingers in and out, until her thighs are trembling and she's panting and gasping for your cock.

"Now you're ready," you announce, taking her thighs in your large hands and pressing them into the bed, holding them wide apart. You position yourself at your entrance and slide right in, moaning at the heat that clenches at you.

"Oh fuck, Nat," you grunt, overwhelmed by the urge to cum immediately, but you feel something in your stomach tighten, preventing you from release. Knowing this is the work of her potion but not sure how long it will last, you start thrusting in long, hard strokes, filling Natasha and pulling out until you see your tip wet with her juices.

"Yes, yes, just like that," Natasha moans, squirming on the bed as you hold her down and jack your hips into hers.

"You feel like perfection," you say, savoring the feeling of her silky walls dragging up and down your throbbing cock. You know when you finally get to cum, you're going to fill her to the brim.

"So do you," she says, trying to sit up and grab onto your broad shoulders to steady yourself with as the bedframe starts to shudder violently from your motions.

"When can I cum?" you ask, as if she holds that much control over you.

"After I do," she replies with a sly grin.

"Okay." You start to thrust even harder, your abs starting to burn from the effort. "Tell me when," you add, noticing her tensing up beneath you. You feel like you're ready to topple over the edge, but no matter how deeply you thrust into Natasha, you just can't reach the peak.

"I'm gonna cum!" Natasha squeaks, her nails digging into your muscles.

You don't stop thrusting even as she's gushing around you, the slickness aiding your strokes, and finally when her body stops convulsing, your cock pumps cum straight into her womb. The orgasm is so intense and sudden you think you pass out for a moment, finding yourself lying on top of Natasha in a sticky heap.

"Oh no, I am so sorry, Natasha--" you say, trying to push away from her but she locks her legs around your hips so you can't pull out.

"Stay," she says, enjoying the warmth of your body on top of her and the fullness of your cock inside her.

"As you wish," you say, in no mood to argue with her now and shifting to get comfortable.

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AN: This was fun to write! Thanks for the request!

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[yourlocalmerchgirl]

Period Pains

Robbie Reyes x f!reader one shot

Summary: Robbie comes home to find you curled up intense cramps and wastes no time taking care of you.

Warnings: soft Robbie concerned Robbie protective Robbie, mentions of blood and pain. Hurt/ comfort theme

Despite having the spirit of vengeance living inside of him, when it came to you, Robbie was the biggest softy. You were his everything, his comfort after late nights working for the rider, his light when he couldn’t see past the darkness. He couldn’t believe a girl like you would be interested in a guy like him, a mechanic by day and a demon that drags the souls of the damned down to hell by night. Robbie thought for sure the night you realized he was the Ghost Rider that it would be over but your love for him never wavered and you’ve done nothing but firmly stand by his side never giving up on him.

So when Robbie returns home to some of the lights on but no sign of you, he begins to panic a little bit. It wasn’t unlike you to fall asleep trying to wait up for him to come home, something he found cute even though he wouldn’t admit it. He becomes a little more frantic calling for you when he makes his way s to your shared bedroom to see blood on the bed sheets and the faint glow of the bathroom light from under the door.

“Cariño, are you in there? Are you ok?”

So help me god if anyone hurt her Robbie, I’ll burn the city down to find them.

“Ro-Robbie please don’t look at the bed, I-I need to clean it” you managed to whine out between strangled sobs.

“You’re scaring me Cariño, can I open the door?”

“Y-yes” you squeaked out, voice horse and barely above a whisper.

Robbie slowly opens the door to find you curled up on the bathroom floor, sobbing and covering your face in embarrassment.

Robbie’s features soften as soon as he sees you. Kneeling down next you to he tenderly messages your leg.

“Baby look at me”

You finally pull your head up revealing your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

“Oh Cariño what’s wrong?”

“I-l wasn’t feeling fell so I went to bed, I woke up doubled over in pain with the most intense cramps I’ve had in a long time.” Tears start streaming down your face again as your trying to get your words out. Letting out a ragged breath you continue. “I unexpectedly started my period and it’s really heavy and I got blood all over your sheecheats.”

“Baby it’s ok” Robbie says as he reaches up to wipe the tears from your cheek,his voice as soft as velvet.

“There’s no need to worry, these things happen, I’m not mad or grossed out”

You lean onto into his warm touch as he cups your face.

“Let’s get you in the shower, that might make you feel better huh?”

You nod your head, relishing in the way his warm skin soothes your face as you do.

Robbie steadies you as he helps you stand. Slowly and tenderly he helps you out of your clothes and then rids himself of his as he starts the water. Robbie climbs in the shower then grabs your hand helping you in as well. There’s so much vulnerability and love in this moment, Robbie is so focused on taking care of you, never turning the moment into anything sexual. He switches places with you, watching as you visibly relax as the water streams down your back. Tilting your head back Robbie helps get your hair completely wet before for lathering some shampoo in his hands before working it through your hair messaging your scalp as he does. You rest your forehead on Robbie’s shoulder as he rinses the shampoo out of your hair.

Then Robbie grabs your loofa lathering it up with you favorite soap and gently rubs it over your body until he’s washed every inch of you, going over a couple places twice when you let out a giggle the first time around.

“Stay here I’ll be right back” Robbie says as he slips into the bedroom once the two of you are dried off.

A few moments later Robbie returns with clothes for you, helping you into your comfy clothes and period underwear.

“Ok now by the time your done drying your hair I’ll have the bed all taken care of.”

“Rooobbie no…”

“Shhhh Cariño” Robbie says kissing your forehead.

“Just let me finish taking care of you, you don’t need anything thing else to worry about”

“Thank you Robbie” you breath out barely above a whisper, taken a back by the love and care Robbie is giving you.

When you climb into bed, Robbie snuggles right up to you placing his large hand on your abdomen, rubbing in soothing circles his forehead resting against the side of your head.

“I love you, Robbie”

“I love you too”

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[vera-king-hrfl]

The first chapter of my Rolan fic is UP! Available on AO3 at the link below. More dialog and character interaction than with my beautiful Zevlor, but I needed to set things up. No real smut yet, but be patient. I have a feeling this is going to be a long boi.

Here's a little taste to whet your appetite.

Down by the river you take quick glance around, and, not seeing anyone through the dead whispering branches of the blackened trees, begin to strip down. Your stained robe and underdress tossed aside, you keep your small clothes on just in case, and quickly plunge into the cold water, hissing as you lather yourself with the cake of scented soap. The smell is herbal and pleasant and you sigh, releasing some tension as you dunk under the water, happy to scrub the grit from your skin and hair. Emerging once more, feeling clean and gratifyingly refreshed, you slosh toward the bank and grab your towel, vigorously rubbing at yourself to get some warmth back into your skin. You’re drying your legs when you hear a rustle and a soft curse further down the bank, and look up quickly.

It's him. The tiefling fights his way past a bushy clump of branches, holding a bundle of clothes and towels, grumbling as his horns get tangled in a grasping vine. He extricates himself with difficulty, then turns and meets your eyes with an almost audible “click”. You both freeze, and you have time to notice his damp white shirt, collar still undone to reveal a few little ridges on his upper chest, his fine waist enhanced by the wide leather belt holding up snug woolen breeches. You straighten slowly and see his wide, orange eyes travel the length of your torso before jerking back to your face, a rough swallow making his throat bob. You gasp softly, suddenly aware of the thin wet scrap of linen clinging to your breasts, and jerk the towel higher to cover yourself.

He begins to move toward you as a tumble of apologies and explanations spills from you. You didn’t know he was here, you thought you were alone, you’d never have… Your babbling justifications run dry as flurry of motion catches your eye behind him. His tail, whipping back and forth in obvious agitation as he approaches with an oddly determined expression. You take a half step back at the fire in his eyes and the firm line of his mouth, but then stop. You aren’t going to run from this irritating lunatic, even though your eyes rise as he closes the distance. Was he always this tall? He stops an arm’s length from you, his breathing audible in the still air, still looking at you with that calculating, slightly deranged expression as you clutch the damp towel to your chest like a shield.

Say something your mind urges. Yell at me, call me names, just don’t keep looking at me like… There is a soft thump as his bundle hits the sand, and he closes the distance, hands seizing your upper arms, head lowering. For a moment you think he’s going to actually harm you, and you brace, ready to shove him away, before you’re stunned by the feel of his hot mouth pressing against yours and his arms sliding around your back. He is incredibly warm against you as your towel falls, and you can’t help a tiny whimper from sounding against his lips as he tightens his hold and your arms slide up around his neck.

His hands burn over your chilly skin as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, long fingers sliding up into your hair and down to grip your bottom, pulling you hard against the firm length of his body. He’s much bigger, more imposing than you had realized, and you cling to him desperately, breathless with the intensity of it all, quivering in his grasp. You lose all sense of time before he finally draws back from your mouth a bit, only to let his forehead press against yours, his eyes closed and breathing ragged. You gasp for air, completely shell-shocked, grateful for his surprisingly strong arms around you, keeping you from sinking to the ground.

Finally, he raises his head, and those hellfire eyes burn into you as he speaks. “Tonight, “ he growls, “we find a place and work through all this… whatever it is.”

[love-toxin]

my ass is craving for male! angel face who's in the basketball team and is flirty little shit who's a perv with a perv! bully! Eddie

teehee....flirty male angelface my love.....

pretty boy

(cws: bully!perv!eddie, flirty!jock!m!angelface, homophobia, "freak" used in the homophobic sense, violence/fighting, bruises, one shower trope [kinda], clothes stealing, bullying, eddie's got a staring problem, angel's kind of a charming loner.)

you're kind of an anomaly--you're pretty well-liked, and the girls just flock to you most of the time, but you don't really date or have many friends. of course, that just maximizes the intrigue for the ladies, but you're really not too worried about them....not that they or most people really know that. on the other hand, despite being one of the better basketball players in Hawkins, your team absolutely despises you. Sinclair's pretty much the only one who doesn't, he's a pretty cool kid and you've enjoyed giving him some pointers now and again, but Jason and the rest of them often like to throw names your way and do their best to keep you on the bench as much as possible. if you weren't the one getting them through most of the finals, you'd probably just quit, and the coach wouldn't be begging you to stay--you really only do it cause you like it, and it's a way to pass the time.

of course, the most pressing reason they hate you is cause you're different--you're a freak, and they make sure you remember that every time they force you to wait outside until they're all done showering and changing. and yet you're rarely ever really alone when you finally get off the bench with a sigh and walk in, the empty changing room squeaking to life when you flip on the shower to wash off. if it wasn't for Eddie, they'd probably never suspect you, and you could get through your second try of your last year in peace--you probably wouldn't be on your second try in the first place.

but you have to be honest with yourself. at the end of the day, you haven't really done much to keep him away. you like the attention, but you only really like it from him--including when you feel his eyes on your back as you rub soap down your arms. for all his chains and buttons and leather, the man moves like a damn panther when he doesn't want to be heard.

"if you wanna beat me up, take a number. I already got my ass kicked once today." you chuckle, knowing he's closer than you think if you can feel him staring so intensely, as you call out into the echoey locker room. "unless you're just here to steal my clothes, in which case you're gonna have to figure out my new locker combo. try your birthday, babe." you smile to yourself, knowing you're earning yourself a higher place on Eddie's shit list the more you tease him. although, to be frank, you're pretty much the only name on that list in the first place.

the silence creeps in closer, hanging in the background of the hail of warm water hitting your body and the cold tiles under your feet. there's not even an ounce of shuffling that you can hear, and it dampens your smile until you find yourself scowling at the silver shower handle in front of you.

"they asked about you, y'know." you say with a sobering voice, lathering your body wash in a rougher manner than you need to between your hands. "last time they beat me up. asked if I was gonna go suck you off after practice for your devil rituals."

people's opinions don't generally bother you, you try not to let them--it's one of the reasons why you're such a target, especially for Eddie, who's always trying to get a reaction out of you. he loves it when you show even an inkling of losing your cool, of snapping back at him, but he rarely gets the passionate response that he really wants. so he keeps pushing, pushing, pushing, until it takes all you have to grit your teeth and smile so you don't punch him right in that stupid, pretty face.

"....you know, you really don't make my life easy, you prick." you huff. "but by all means, take what you want. go show it off to your shitty little friends at satan worship club."

you can't imagine he does anything else with the things of yours he steals, other than pawn them off or keep them for whatever reason. you'd feel more violated if he didn't occasionally sneak them back into your locker or your backpack--always washed, which just makes you more concerned than angry.

".....Eddie?" you call out again, leaning back and searching the space you can see from where you stand, a twinge of panic shooting through you at the uncanny silence. if he was watching you, he'd usually make himself known at some point--and now you fear it might not be him, and goosebumps rise to your skin at the thought that some of your team members are waiting in the wings to dish out more humiliating punishment. and if they've been listening to what you've said when you thought you were talking to Eddie, you really fear for yourself. but just as you're reaching to turn the handle and shut off the water, a sudden thud makes you jump and then there's someone standing in the doorway between the shower block and the locker room.

that messy mop of hair gives it away immediately, a towel wrapped round his waist that comes off as he approaches the showerhead right next to yours and turns it on. you catch Eddie's grin from your peripheral as you go from gawking openly at him showing up to averting your eyes when he strips himself bare, so used to avoiding even the appearance of impropriety around other guys that it's just habit--even though Eddie's staring pretty obviously when you manage to look him in the eyes. the wash of water pouring over his head mats down his curls and accentuates the distinct features of his face, as well as the ink contrasting his fair skin that seems to crop up everywhere you dare to look.

"devil rituals, huh? clever." his smile doesn't reach his eyes, those big, brown beauties betraying something that chills you a little when they're directed at you. he goes about washing himself off, but he's clearly distracted--and so are you, rendered speechless even when he steals a bit of your body wash and rubs it down his chest, staring off into the distance as you try to focus on doing the same. it's strange. oddly domestic, showering next to each other.....and Eddie keeps glancing back in the direction of the door, seemingly keeping his ears perked for any sounds outside the norm. "....that where the bruises came from?"

he asks it so casually you almost do a double take, but thinking better of it, you keep yourself fixed on one of the random floor tiles as the answer just dribbles out of you.

"getting 'beat up'....that was a little dramatic. they just kinda....throw me around. can't break their star player's arm, y'know." you laugh without a shred of humour behind it, running through the events of this morning behind the school like they just happened. it's always just a little scuffle, some pushing and shoving and sometimes a punch thrown, it's mostly the jeers that hurt--and you know better than to fight back, lest they flex that power they have to make sure nobody believes you over them. you're associated with Eddie Munson, after all.

you rub over one of the bruises on your ribs, hissing sharply but quietly at the ache as your fingers graze it. doesn't help that your teammates, save Sinclair, thoroughly enjoy elbowing you or tossing the ball hard enough that those spots hurt even more during practice. and Eddie notices, as he always does, even though you'd never think he would.

"let's get one thing straight," Eddie turns his gaze to yours, and pierces you straight to the bone. it's weird, you don't really get close to a lot of people, but Eddie always seems to be able to read you like nobody else could. "it's no fun to dogpile someone that's already on the ground. it's just depressing."

he flicks his wet hair over his shoulder, and you follow the motion it makes as it drapes over his shoulder and down his back. he's not really that hairy, aside from the smattering of hair down his stomach that leads to--you shake your head free of where you're tempted to look, though the thought doesn't wrestle free from your mind and won't for a while. without a reply, Eddie rinses the rest of the soap off that he's lathered around that area, and thinks hard before he speaks again.

"where's the fun in pushing you around if you're just going through the motions? besides, you look so pathetic when you're lonely." lonely. does he really think that way? does he know how often you lay awake in the mornings, knowing what's coming in the day ahead, and wishing you weren't so much of a freak that you could have some friends to rely on when things get too hard to deal with?

"so you're keeping me company?" you test, sharing another look that he keeps locked so you don't even think you could break it if you tried.

"nothing of the sort." he smirks as he takes stock of your body one more time, from the toes to the top of your head. "I'm just enjoying the view."

with that, he shuts off his own shower, and pads away without a second glance to leave you watching his back, up until he turns the corner to the lockers and disappears. with a bit of shuffling and shifting clothes, you listen closely until his shoes thump against the floor and the door opens, before slowly creaking shut with a final thunk.

"so you are a freak." you speak aloud to nobody but yourself, a chuckle coming off your lips borne of nothing but disbelief. you just have to roll your eyes as you turn the handle on your own shower, but there's a grin you can't hide creeping across your lips as the spout sputters to an end and you wrap your towel round your hips, before following where Eddie had gone and approaching the lockers around the corner. but when you see what he left for you, you grimace.

"oh, you asshole."

your locker door left open and empty, your bag sits clearly rummaged through on the bench, one of your socks having fallen to the floor while the rest of your clothes are missing. and when you pull it open all the way to see if there's anything to salvage your dignity other than a measly towel, you're met with a very familiar logo as you lean over it.

sitting crumpled and half-folded, but very clearly smoothed out so you wouldn't miss it, is Eddie's Hellfire shirt. pushing it aside, you see the jeans he must've been wearing today rolled up underneath. no underwear to speak of, although you're not sure you'd wanna wear his anyways. with everyone else gone, you have no other options--so you're forced to don the sweaty clothes that reek of cigarettes and weed, but even moreso, they reek of Eddie. part of you wonders, as you huff and gather your things together to beat a hasty retreat out of the school, whether people will notice that Eddie's wearing your clothes too. maybe they'll wonder....

whatever. you need to get out of here, and you sling your bag over your shoulder before hurrying out the door and shoving your hands in pockets that aren't yours, tilting your head down and hoping nobody spots you--but just as you're at the doors that lead out to your car, you hear someone's voice down the semi-empty hall; what sounds like a very familiar freshman squabbling with someone.

"Eddie, what the hell?! if you're gonna make me cover for you, at least come back on time! and where's your shirt? why's your hair wet?"

"nunya, Henderson. let's get going."

and when you turn to look, there's Eddie, looming over his protégé with that same award-winning smile--the two of them turn to walk down the hall towards their clubroom, but before they duck in through the door, Eddie turns his head over his shoulder to lock eyes with you, completely knowingly. he runs his stare over your body one more time, clearly enjoying how you fill out his clothes as he mouths the words "pretty boy", and winks in your direction before vanishing through the doorway and closing it behind him.

he's one to talk, he's really one to talk--looking so much softer in your sweater and acid-wash jeans, so cute, that you have to cover the flickering smile you've got at the compliment with your hand as you step out into the chilly air, and feel your still-damp skin prickle as the breeze hits it while you walk to your car.

[wepsi]

Showers are for getting clean not more dirty Beel (smut)

(Not my art! Go follow @ obangye on Instagram!)

Gender neutral reader, established relationship

Cw: shower sex, cunnilingus, fingering

Kinda a part two to this

Scenario: Beel really wanted to shower with you after establishing a relationship with you, how could you say no to this cutie!

Beel strips down first and steps into the shower, turning the hot water on. You were too shy to look, quickly ridding your own clothes as if it could rid your shame. You didn't see that Beel was blushing as well and taking peeks at you, sure he's seen you naked, but the dessert never tastes less sweet no matter how many times you eat it.

You gingerly step into the shower, since you're here anyway might as well enjoy the feast. You peek slowly up Beel. from his strong calves to his huge.. uh hum... his abs reflected all the hard work he puts into his body. You hold his hands with yours and trace up his toned arms, and to his shoulders, you're looking up at him at this point, cradling his neck. Beel stares back down into your eyes, you looked so beautiful with your cheeks slightly flushed from the steam, he could just gobble your cheeks up like mochi right now.

Not sure if it was the heat or because of you, but Beel's face was bright red, he leans down and pulls you into a passionate kiss. Feeling you shiver from the cold, Beel swaps your places so you were under the hot moving water. He grabs your shampoo bottle and squirts out a large amount, and reaches his hands behind your head to start massaging it into your hair. The warmth of the water combined with the massages felt like heaven. He was still looking so lovingly at you, with a small smile on his face.

You wanted to please him too, tracing your hands from his neck you place your palms on his chest, feeling his muscles. You trail your hand finally down to his patiently waiting hard on. Grabbing hold of it you begin pleasing him, Beel leaning down to connect your lips. He was goaning into your mouth, while his hands was working in the shampoo. Helping you rinse off the product he leans and grabs the conditioner, struggling to apply it because of the stimulation. While the conditioner sits it was time for the body wash.

Both of you feeling shy and turned on, Beel lathered the soap and starts applying it to your body. He starts with your chest, making sure to rub his hands, I mean soap all over them. He then lathers you waist and stomach, and your butt and thighs and finally your legs. Lightly pushing you back into the water stream he again rubs his hands all over you to wash it off. At this point you couldn't take it anymore, putting your hands on his shoulders you push him on his knees. Beel getting the hint, picking your leg to put it on his shoulder to access you.

(I know the position is confusing, so here is a reference.)

He caresses your ass and thighs as he lifts his chin up into you. Beel laps at you from below, pleasing you. You whimper, feeling your knees getting weaker, digging your nails into his hair. Beel stops for a second, and hands you his shampoo and you get the hint. You start meticulously working the shampoo in his orange strands, trying really hard not to get any of it into his violet eyes. He groans into your heat, the vibrations making you throw your head back.

Feeling that you are getting close, Beel stands up and rinses his hair. And turns your around to have your chest against the wall, and starts kissing up your neck, leaving little nibbles. He snakes his hand back to your heat, and his finger slips in easily. You moan and trying to move yourself on him for some satisfaction, Beel slips in the second finger, causing you to stop and groan. He pulls away from the kiss to look in your eyes and gives you a smile before clashing into your lips once again.

He works tirelessly at you entrance, enticing all the sweet sounds you make that is almost drown out by the water.His tongue tangling with yours, occasionally sucking at your lips. Finally not being able to wait anymore, he parts his lips with you and position himself behind you. Lining himself up with you, Beel pushes himself into you, and decorates your neck with more kisses. Giving you time to adjust while he sings praise into your ears, he starts thrusting into you, and grunting into your mouth once again. He roams his hands all over you, your waist and chest his favorite stops.

The water from the shower is just flowing down the drain, the sound almost drowning out the wet slapping noises. Beel moves his hand down to start playing with you with his hands, he must be getting close and wanting you to cum with him. Beel always want to feel good together with you, always sharing tasty foods with you, he just wants to share all the joys in life with you including these moments. You start pushing yourself back onto him, trying to lure out your own orgasm.

Beel sees that and gets extremely turned on knowing he is making you feel good, and starts roughly pulling almost all his length out and burries himself in you. It didn't last long before he bottoms out in you and let out his seed. Disappointed that you didn't finish with him, with him still inside of you Beel tries to please you with his hand. Feeling full of warmth inside and outside, and kisses with even more sensation from his hands, you finally reach your high, and feel your walls clench around him.

Beel slips out of you, and his cum leaking down your leg,

"Haha showers are for getting clean not more dirty Beel."

Beel only smiles bashfully, helps you clean yourself off and finishes his shower. Turning off the water, he carefully wraps you up in towers, places a kiss on your head. He wraps himself up and then suddenly picks you up and carries you princess style into his bedroom, throws you onto the bed and you guessed it, he's hungry again ;)

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[fruitcoops]

Lakehouse Loving

On the Ninth Day of Nutmas, fruitcoops gave to you: smut from the Cubs’ honeymoon!

This is the first time I’ve ever written O’Knutzy smut outside of server story spams--big big big thank you to @arrowofcarnations and @heyitssmiller for doing a readthrough and assuaging my fears. You are both outstanding Cubs writers (and more importantly, friends). Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut and oodles of cutie goodness

The door opened and closed. Logan smiled, tilting his face up toward the water. Rustling followed; the shower curtain crinkled as it moved; a warm body pressed up along his back, big hands settling on his hips. “Mmm, bonjour,” he sighed.

“Hey, cher,” Leo murmured into a kiss above his ear as Logan rested his head against a sharp collarbone and cracked an eye open. Leo’s hair was darkening already, turning from spun sugar to gold beneath the spray. His eyes glittered with amusement, and he pressed a last kiss to Logan’s forehead before taking the soap from the caddy and lathering it between his palms.

“I was using that,” Logan noted.

Leo nuzzled into his cheek; he didn’t even try to keep down a smile. It had been an impossible task, as of late. The soap made Leo’s hands slick when he slid them up Logan’s arms and down his sides, then around his waist to cup his ass.

“Can I help you?” he laughed.

A light squeeze of Leo’s hands made his stomach curl pleasantly. “Harzy’ll be back soon.”

“Oui.”

“I know you like him sweaty, but I have an idea.”

Logan grinned.

--

“Babes, I’m home!” Finn called, kicking his shoes off and tossing his keys on the side table at the same time. Leo hardly spared him a hum of acknowledgment as he scanned a page of his cookbook against the kitchen island, pink-cheeked from the crackling fire in the living room and the warmth of Logan plastered to his back. Finn caught Logan’s eye and shot him a wink. “Hey, good-lookin’.”

“Hey, yourself.”

“Shower,” Leo reminded without looking up.

Finn blew him a kiss. “Always do, sweetness.”

The pipes creaked and hissed for a moment before settling down—Finn stripped out of his damp clothes while the water warmed up and contemplated calling for his boys to join him, then thought better of it. Leo seemed pretty absorbed in his recipe, and Logan would pout if he tried to coax him away from cuddles. The mere thought was unbearable.

His fingers and toes tingled when he stepped under the spray and he hummed to himself, flexing his hands to get blood flowing again. The flight from Gryffindor to Madison had made him restless—he was grateful for the wide, winding trails that surrounded the cabin. Leo had shooed him out with a fond go on, Lo’s still showering and a kiss that kept him warm for the next fifteen minutes, even as he jogged past foot-high snowbanks. Finn smiled to himself as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. Nearly a decade of loving Leo Knut so much his chest ached with it, and he would never tire of his pure sunshine heart.

It was sweet that he got to have some one-on-one time with Logan, too. None of them had been able to stray far from each other since the wedding; Finn rubbed an absent thumb over his ring and felt giddiness swell in his whole body, quickening his pulse that had only just begun to calm. They were saving the big ceremony for the summer, but once the certificate was approved, none of them had the heart to wait for a honeymoon. All the documents called it ‘domestic partnership’—the vocabulary didn’t matter. They were married in every way they cared about. Leo and Logan would be his forever, and he would be theirs, and that was that.

Finn had thought he found the peak of happiness at age 24. Months from his 31st birthday, he couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them.

He grabbed the nearest washcloth (still damp, definitely Logan’s) and scrubbed at the back of his neck. Remus was kind enough to loan them his family’s cabin for the week, but it made him wonder. A little place of their own for weekend getaways wouldn’t be so bad. God knew they had enough disposable income for it, and with Leo’s retirement on the horizon…yeah, that wasn’t a bad idea at all. He loved coming home to Leo studying his recipes like holy books while Logan—

“OH MY GOD!”

The shower pipes squeaked in protest as he wrenched the water off and stumbled out of the tub, snatching a towel off the rack before hurrying back to the kitchen. He could hear them laughing all the way down the hall.

“You—motherfucker!” Finn accused, jabbing his finger at Logan.

“Leo, actually,” Logan said with an innocent kiss to Leo’s shoulder. “You should know that by now.”

“You did this on purpose!” he sputtered. “That’s why you wanted me out of the house! You didn’t care about getting my energy out! This was a trap!”

Leo blinked at him, smiling sweetly where he was stretched over the kitchen island. His arms were long enough that he could hold on to the opposite edge; his fingers flexed on the old wood when Logan ground into him deeper. In the five minutes Finn had been gone, both of them had abandoned their shirts. Their pants, it seemed, had never been involved in the equation.

“You can still get your energy out, cher,” Leo said with a gleam in his eye. “Are you gonna watch, or are you gonna get over here and kiss me?”

“I don’t know,” Logan cut in, giving Leo’s hips a playful squeeze. “It took him a while to notice.”

Finn opened and closed his mouth twice before any words came out. “Hey,” he finally whined. “I didn’t even get to wash my hair.”

Leo gave a catlike stretch and beckoned him over. “Later. Where’s my kiss, hubs?”

Hubs. Finn felt himself sway before the rest of Leo’s request caught up to him—he abandoned the towel and hurried over to pull him close, taking in Leo’s contented sigh like ambrosia. Logan laughed beside them and Finn felt a hand at his lower back a moment later, followed by a kiss to his bicep. It sent lightning down his spine like the very first time. “Do I get one, too?”

“Mmm—one sec,” Finn mumbled as Leo’s tongue swept forward. His stomach felt tingly, his hands restless; he wanted to touch. Leo practically purred when he reached out to stroke along the stretch of his spine. “You’re beautiful.”

“Your hands are cold,” Leo whispered into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip with a playful growl. “Bet I can warm them up.”

Jesus fucking Christ. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

A high, shocked noise escaped Leo at a quick thrust from Logan; Finn felt the hand on his back draw him closer, fingertips tracing tantalizing circles over the sensitive skin before coming around to walk up his chest. He watched them, openmouthed, until Logan caught his jaw between two fingers and guided him in for a kiss that would have melted his teenage self through the floor.

I died, he thought wildly as Logan cupped the back of his neck and deepened the kiss. A crazed chipmunk got me on my run, and I’ve died and gone to heaven. Logan’s heavy breaths fanned over his skin, matching the rhythm of his thrusts into Leo. Heat radiated off them like a furnace; Finn wanted to crawl inside it and never leave. He put a hand out for balance and felt Leo’s moan vibrate up his arm where it was braced between his shoulders.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, already dazed from a lack of blood flow upward.

“No, no, no,” Leo groaned. “Hold me, hold me—uh, Lo.”

Logan broke the kiss in spite of Finn’s whine and turned to bite a mark into the hinge of his jaw. The momentary pinch sent pleasure flashing through every nerve—Logan’s satisfied hum and swipe of his thumb over a surely-blooming bruise made Finn shudder. “You want me to—” He broke off, licking his lips while the kitchen came back into focus. Logan arched an amused brow. “You want me?”

“I always want you,” Logan said affectionately. His rings were smooth on Finn’s skin, breaking up the rough pattern of his calluses. “But I think someone else needs attention right now, mmm?”

“I do,” Leo answered immediately. He gave a shimmy of his hips, working further backward onto Logan’s cock until he got a swat for his troubles.

Finn blinked at him. Blinked again. “Oh!” There were those neurons he had lost. Goddamn Logan Tremblay, stealing his thoughts for 13 years running. “Oh, right, yeah, of course baby.”

The hardwood made his knees ache when he knelt; Logan was kind enough to nudge a pair of discarded sweatpants toward him. It really was so rude of them to start without him, but he couldn’t complain. The view was pretty great, sandwiched between Leo’s thick thighs and the kitchen island. He nibbled and kissed the soft, pale skin, tasting soap and sweat as he went. Leo whimpered quietly at the first lick to the underside of his cock, but Finn only took the first inch of him into his mouth before returning to worshipping his favorite pair of legs.

Leo’s knees were already bent slightly to accommodate their position when Finn wrapped his hands around the backs, holding him steady. The muscles of his lower stomach jumped and shivered—he sucked a line of faint marks down Leo’s Adonis belt before biting a little harder at the divot in his hip. It always made him howl when they gripped him tighter there, and sure enough, a broken noise was muffled somewhere above him. Finn shifted his knees more comfortably on his sweatpants-pillow and went to work.

Was he devoted to his boys—his husbands—like a priest to an altar? Yes. Would he spend the rest of his life loving them and letting their words of praise pour over him? Without a doubt. Was he opposed to employing his education as a college slut to the loves of his life?

Leo’s short shout at the flicker of Finn’s tongue on his tip confirmed the answer: absolutely fucking not.

Finn had never given someone a blowjob until Leo and Logan. To be honest, it had been daunting even with them. But then they told him things like pretty mouth and pretty face and you take me so well and…safe to say, his curriculum had expanded. Finn savored the slide of Leo’s cock over his tongue, the light press against the back of his throat. What he lacked in a talent for taking them deep, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. And his hands. They did like his hands an awful lot.

Leo’s breaths punched out of him in rhythmic wheezes that set Finn’s pace like a metronome. He bobbed his head faster, jacked Leo quicker, thumbed below his balls where he could feel Logan so hot and so close it made his head spin. “Oh my god—oh my god—” Leo choked out, knees buckling. “FinnFinnFinnFinn god keep going.”

Finn moaned softly. Precum spilled from Leo in a steady stream as his cock grew heavy, silky-smooth in Finn’s mouth while he worked along the underside. Logan’s thighs flexed in his periphery and his mouth watered at the rumble of his voice pouring pure French filth into Leo’s ear. Logan’s hand disappeared from its place holding Leo by the waist and Finn closed his eyes at the strangled groan that followed.

“You like that?” Logan asked, a smile in his voice. Finn’s cock throbbed. Yes. “Come on, mon cher, use your words.”

I can’t, he thought for a half-second before Leo’s noises picked up again. “Yeah—yeah—yes,” Leo panted. “Oh, fuck, so full.”

He could hear the sound of Logan’s lips finding freckled skin for a chaste kiss. “Harzy’s being good for you, too.”

Leo’s whimper of agreement was drowned out by Finn’s involuntary moan. Yes I am, yes I am.

“You’re so clever,” Logan continued, his accent thick like syrup. Finn exhaled hard through his nose at the pulse in his cock and gripped Leo’s thighs tighter. He would not risk going off this early, no matter how addictive this feeling was. A big hand threaded into his hair and his jaw relaxed instinctively; Logan petted the damp wisps out of his face. “So clever, pinotte, with your plans. Pour toujours, oui?”

A low sound tore from Leo and warmth spilled into Finn’s mouth without warning. He swallowed over and over until a hand, clumsier than Logan’s, pushed him off by covering half his face. His knees were numb; he licked his lips again, foggy and so hard it almost hurt.

Only the lower part of Leo’s face was visible when he looked up—pink colored his chest, neck, and cheeks while sweat made him glimmer in the orange light. His chest heaved with harsh breaths and Finn rested the back of his head against the cabinets to admire the marks along his trembling thighs. “So handsome,” he sighed, a little hoarse. His jaw was going to ache when he came back down to Earth.

Leo smiled, the adorable, bashful one he got when he was particularly pleased with himself. The rest of his face appeared a second later when he rested his forehead on the edge of the counter and brushed his thumb down Finn’s nose. “You look good down there, sugar.” Something sparked in his eye. “Mon mari.”

Finn kissed the inside of his knee. “What’s that one?”

“Husband,” they said together.

“Oh, big fan.”

“Good,” Leo hummed, still tracing his face. “I think I want to use it for a while.”

Finn grinned. “Is that so?”

“Sure is.”

“Gonna need to make it legal.”

He heard Logan snort; Leo’s grin grew. “Already did.”

His knees panged and wobbled when he stood to taste that smile, but Leo caught him neatly under the arms with a hand stretched out so they wouldn’t topple. Behind him, Logan made a noise of interest; Finn jumped at the light pinch to his hip. “How was your run?”

“ ‘s good.” Leo turned his head to kiss down the length of his neck and blood rushed south again. “So good.”

“Any bears?” A kiss feathered his collarbone, sweetened by Logan’s grin. “Moose?”

“Saw—hmm, birds, mostly.” Finn ran his palms up and down Leo’s sides, following the lines of his ribs and squishy muscle. “Couple squirrels.”

Their mouths met at the hollow of his throat and he bit the inside of his cheek at the sound. “You’ll have to show us around,” Leo murmured as he gently crowded Finn against the counter. Fingertips crept over his sensitive waist, growing closer by the second to the place he needed them.

“Lo, you—” A moan was stifled by Leo’s mouth and a tremor ran through Finn’s whole body. He wanted to brace against the kitchen island, wanted to pull Leo close to kiss him breathless, wanted to reach back to drag Logan in and take him apart. He let himself sink for a few more seconds, then drew back an inch. “Lo, your turn?”

Leo’s smirk was world-ending. “Like I’d let him go before filling me up.”

“Already got mine, rouge,” Logan confirmed, nibbling his bicep.

Finn cracked a lazy smile. “Since when has that ever stopped you?”

Logan’s laugh was loud in the otherwise-quiet cabin; Finn opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of his nose scrunching before he pushed his face into Leo’s back, like he was hiding from them both. “He’s got you pinned, Tremblay,” Leo teased, turning to look over his shoulder.

Logan’s eyes gleamed. “You still won’t take my name, hmm?”

“We’ll roll dice.” Leo lowered his voice and bent to nudge their noses together. “Maybe rock, paper, scissors.”

“Get over here,” Finn breathed. “God, both of you, c’mere.”

Logan found his mouth first, gathering the back of Finn’s hair in his hand to bring him down into a bruising kiss that was soon soothed by the peppering of plush lips over his entire face. “I’ll put it on my email signature,” Logan said into his cheekbone. Finn fought to keep his eyes open. “Logan O’Hara-Knut. Has a nice ring to it.”

“Paint it on the mailbox, get it printed on a door sign,” Leo suggested. Fuck me. Finn whined as Leo gave him a light stroke and heard him laugh. “Yeah, baby, you love that domestic shit.”

“Mmph, I do, I do, I fucking—” Finn’s breath hitched when Leo squeezed gently. “—love you, oh my god.”

And they were right, was the thing; he was a romantic through and through. Their names on the mailbox might just make him keel over from joy. The mere thought of it was giving him a raging boner. He pressed the side of his face to Logan’s and clutched Leo’s shoulder as Leo picked up speed, moving smoothly along his shaft with the occasional tease of his tip that made his heart skip a beat and his stomach tumble.

Finn breathed through it, pulling the feeling out to the dregs. Logan mouthed at him, any bit of skin he could reach, and the scent of his sweat and shampoo made Finn dizzy with love. Or, not his shampoo—Leo’s. His thoughts flooded with the idea of them in the shower together, big hands sliding over wet, slick skin, steam curling around them, water burying their moans…

“Fuck, fuck, I’m close,” he shuddered out. A noise caught in his chest when Leo squeezed him again, then released him. His cock throbbed against his lower belly; he could feel himself twitch every few seconds and focused on keeping his feet on solid ground while Logan scratched along the back of his neck. His skin was so soft beneath Finn’s hands it didn’t feel real. This would be the most beautiful dream, he thought hazily. Logan gasped at the swipe of his thumb over his hole. This would be a dream I would live in forever.

“Mon mari.” It was clumsy on his tongue, but Logan’s moan went low and rumbly. “Je t’aime.”

“Look at you,” Leo said fondly. He pressed along Finn’s back a beat later, already half-hard again against his ass. The slide of his hands was fucking covetous; he handled Finn like he was made of stained glass, kissed him like the most delicate statue. His nose was cold when it pressed behind Finn’s ear. “Sweet thing, learning just for us.”

Logan’s fingers traced the dripping head of his cock and Finn let out a harsh exhale. “You sound good, mon amour.” The maddening circles made his jaw clench, until Leo’s hand came up to pull it back down. “You’ve been practicing.”

“Years,” Finn panted. “Good—good teachers.”

Logan’s other hand closed around his base and he keened, sensitive and aching. Leo’s teeth grazed his earlobe and he grabbed the countertop to steady himself. “Wanna fuck your husband, Harzy?”

“Which one?” he asked, a little delirious at the idea that he could ask that, now.

“Bullshit, ‘which one’,” Logan scoffed. His hand sped up for a moment and Finn’s breath hitched at the sudden build, then the crash as he stopped moving altogether. “What, you think I can’t take care of our Peanut?”

Leo shivered pleasantly behind him. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Lo,” Finn said, breathless and nearly laughing if it weren’t for the pulse pounding in his head. He had seen Logan fuck Leo utterly senseless one day and ride him until he begged the next. It was a credit to Leo’s stamina (and many, many practice sessions) that he was even standing right now.

“Hmph.” Logan began to move his hands again, rubbing over the crown to gather what Finn was sure had become an embarrassing amount of precum. He cracked one eye open and saw a smile tug at Logan’s lips before he carefully schooled his expression and kissed the point of Finn’s nose. “Don’t doubt me, O’Hara.”

“Tremblay-Knut,” he and Leo corrected in unison.

A pleased blush spread over Logan’s cheeks and he kissed him softly. “Make it up to me, mon mari.”

“Yes, please.”

Logan stuck his tongue out and released him, surveying the kitchen with a skeptical eye before hopping up on the kitchen island. “We’ll have to clean this place before going home,” he noted as Finn stepped between his legs with an appreciate rub of his thighs. “I would feel bad, making Loops deal with it.”

“Or anyone else,” Leo agreed. He guided Logan to lay back and moved to the other side with a last kiss to the top of Finn’s head.

“That,” Finn began, leaving a lingering kiss to Logan’s tattoo. “Is a problem for another day. Lube?”

Logan snorted and tossed it to him. He stretched his arms over his head and found Leo’s hands with a happy sigh as Finn poured a generous amount out and parted his legs with the span of his own hips; his index finger slipped in easily.

Finn narrowed his eyes. Too easily. “Tremblay?”

Logan didn’t bother opening his eyes, already lost in the press of Leo’s thumbs to his palms.

Finn exhaled through his nose and added a second finger, much to Logan’s obvious delight. “O’Hara-Knut.”

“I always like a thorough warmup,” Logan answered. His hands clasped around Leo’s wrists as he shifted his hips over the edge of the countertop. “A very, very thorough warmup.”

A deep groan siphoned from his lips when Finn teased his hole with a third. “Honestly, you two, I was not gone that long.”

“Long enough,” they chorused. He raised a brow at Leo and got a wicked wink in response.

“You said it yourself.” Logan’s wrists disappeared under Leo’s hands as he pinned him. “Since when has just one ever stopped him?”

“Clearly.” Finn pulled his fingers out and ran a hand down Logan’s broad chest once more before lining himself up and pressing in on one long push that made Logan’s lower back arch and his fingers tense around Leo. Tan against pale, with the tiny mole just near his thumb that tasted like caramel—Finn ground his hips forward and ducked to kiss Logan’s sternum. “Ours.”

“Yours,” Logan hummed with great contentment, pulling Leo down by the arms for a messy kiss.

“How many did you get out of him, Mr. O’Hara-Tremblay?”

Leo mirrored his grin. “Two, Mr. Tremblay-Knut. And a half, before your perfect fucking mouth entered the picture.”

I love you more than words. The tiny red and green gems embedded in Leo’s wedding ring stood stark against the growing pink of Logan’s skin as he kept him steady for Finn to pull apart. Logan’s garnet and Leo’s sapphire glimmered on his own hand when he pressed Logan’s knees apart and began fucking him in earnest, nestled next to each other. Finn let his mouth fall open at the vice grip around his cock and angled upwards, wrenching a heavy noise from Logan as he did.

“Oh, he likes that,” Leo noted while Logan writhed into the sharp thrusts. “Keep going, cher.”

Logan’s cock was darkening with need, tight on his stomach and smudging a shiny trail over his lower belly each time he was jostled. Finn slipped a hand under his back and pulled him up and close; the muscles quivered on his palm, but Logan’s arch held, and he sank into the sound of skin on skin. “What do you think, Lo?” he asked, flicking sweat from his eyes. “Did you get Knutty warmed up for me, too?”

Logan grinned, hazy-eyed and gorgeous. “Always.”

Leo kissed his smile into Logan’s cheek. “Pretty mouth, gotta use it.”

“You two are fucking dangerous,” Finn huffed.

Logan wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist and snapped his hips down, meeting Finn thrust-for-thrust while pleased noises spilled from his lips. The heat in his stomach built and his thoughts grew foggy. He couldn’t think about how stunning they looked together without remembering they were his forever, and he couldn’t think about how they were his forever without tearing up, so he pulled one of Logan’s legs over his shoulder to an approving moan and poured every sweet thing that came to mind into the long curve of his thigh.

“Saying—he’s saying—” Logan’s words were lost in his gasping, syllables running together in a mix of French and English that even Leo seemed to struggle with, since he bent and kissed them out of Logan’s mouth. Finn circled his hips with a tug of Logan’s cock and he thrashed, tossing his head; his sweaty curls spilled over his eyes in an utter mess. “Fuck!”

“That one, I understand,” Finn half-laughed, angling to get that spot every time. Logan melted, lips parted, staring up at Leo with slow blinks and a heaving chest. “Come on, Lo, baby, almost there.”

“Feel so good,” Logan mumbled. “Knutty, so good.”

Leo combed a hand through his hair and pulled gently. “Je sais. Hold, mon coeur.”

Logan obediently clutched the far edge of the kitchen island when Leo released his hands, muscles flexing with the effort. Leo kissed his forehead once before hustling around—

--and into Finn’s side. Finn stuttered in his movements. A grin spread over his face and he felt his neck heat at having Leo so close, his hands already mapping Finn’s body eagerly. “Hey, you,” he said. He made an involuntary noise when Leo kissed the corner of his mouth and pulled Finn’s arm around him. “Is it my turn for some Southern comfort?”

Leo smiled. “Shut it, O’Hara.”

“That’s Mr. Tremblay-Knut to you.”

His cornflower eyes went soft. “It is, isn’t it?” Leo’s thumb swiped over his jaw and he turned to kiss it in a fleeting touch. “Sweetheart.”

“That’s me.”

Leo inclined his head. “Finish your husband off.”

Finn didn’t take his eyes off Leo as he resumed his steady strokes and kept himself buried in Logan. Any movement might knock him from Leo’s strong hold, and that was unthinkable. Logan sucked in a breath; his legs clenched around Finn’s waist, and his cock flexed in Finn’s hand. “Is he coming?” Finn asked, watching the faint shadows of Leo’s lashes.

Leo’s gaze flickered away, then back. His pupils dilated. “Sure is. Looks a mess, too.”

“Sounds like we make a pretty good team.” Finn savored his kiss like August rain. Leo hummed when Logan’s legs went lax against them, and Finn felt them both reach out to smooth over the exhausted muscle at the same time. “How you doing down there, babe?”

Logan made an unintelligible noise and kicked him lightly.

“Glad to hear it. Love you, too.”

Leo laughed and drew him in again, again, again, not just keeping Finn in his orbit but encompassing him entirely. He made a small noise when Logan sat up and his cock slipped free; within seconds, they each had a hand on him. He swayed into Leo’s kisses and Logan’s palm cradling the back of his neck, hips twitching as pleasure rose and rose to a tipping point, cutting his strings. He fell into them—he let them catch him. He fell for them all over again, and with sudden clarity, Finn knew what it would feel like every day for the rest of their lives.

[starboundanon]

Hi! For the fic game, ShyOwl’s Blooms story, I don’t remember what chapter, but it’s after Din and Anakin decide to keep Luke, and that he’s theirs, and Anakin is training Luke, and Din shows up, Anakin gets possessive and tells Din he is taking Luke for his bath, and Din says he should be the one to bathe Luke, since it’s his husband, and Anakin says absolutely not! So the missing scene I would love to see is Luke being bathed by one of them/both of them.

Ahhhh one of my most favoritest scenes in that whole fic. How the Blooms Yearn, chapter 35, by @thewriterowl

Send me a missing scene!

Luke's face burned bright red, but it had nothing to do with the heat of the water.

Anakin had made sure it wasn't too hot, meticulously cooling the deep basin with the Force until it reached the perfect temperature. He and Din both preferred scalding baths, water so hot it seared the first layer of skin right off, but that was too hot for his youngest. Luke had had enough of pain.

If it was the last thing he did, Anakin would ensure he never felt pain again.

Embarrassment didn't count. His son was remarkably shameless in some ways — too naïve to know better, really — but that was changing, little by little. Enough that his face went adorably pink when Anakin helped him out of his training fatigues, careful of the injuries littering his body, and eased him down into the steaming water, before undressing himself.

"I, um. I can bathe on my own."

"I know you can," Anakin said, smiling as he tossed his tabard away. "But you still tend to be too rough with yourself, sweetheart. You scrape your skin raw when we let you do it yourself. Let Daddy help you."

Shame filled those sky-blue eyes. Luke lowered his face, shoulders slumping. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, no," Anakin said, wading through the water to the other side of the tub, perching on the stone seat beside his youngest. "No, that wasn't a criticism, baby boy. It isn't your fault. Daddy wants to help you, okay? Will you let Daddy help you?"

"You... shouldn't have to," Luke said, still averting his gaze. Anakin cupped his chin, made him look up. His child was getting better at maintaining eye contact, but it was a marathon, not a sprint.

"Fathers do these things for their children, Luke. Force, I had to help Din until he was sixteen years old. You wouldn't believe the places he'd forget to wash. I had to threaten to do it for him to get it through that thick skull of his. I'm your father, and I want to do this. Please, little one? For me?"

It was a little manipulative, maybe, knowing that Luke had yet to master saying no to anyone for anything. But he'd rather that than watch him fidget in pain the next two days, his skin rubbed so raw it blistered beneath his clothes. It was the lesser of two evils. As his father, it was Anakin's job to protect him — from everything.

Even himself.

Luke nodded numbly, cheeks darkening when Anakin smiled and lathered his hands with soap. He'd only just began massaging it into his skin when the door to the wide stone 'fresher suddenly slid open, revealing Din's grumpy, bratty face. "Buir!"

Anakin clicked his tongue, curling around his youngest son possessively. "Ad'ika."

"I told you I would bathe him!" Din snapped, stomping into the room like the overgrown child he was. "You were supposed to take him for snacks!"

"I did. We had cake and hot chocolate in the garden."

"It was very good," Luke said meekly, trying to mitigate the confrontation between them the only way he knew how. Anakin's sweet boy.

He kissed his baby's cheek, then frowned as a chorus of clink's and clank's filled the room, glancing over his shoulder to watch Din shed his armor, placing it on the room's armor stand more haphazardly than he had ever handled the precious metal before. "What are you doing?"

"Bathing him," Din said, stepping into the pool. Luke let out a worrying little squeak and hid his face in his hands, making Anakin scowl.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Stealing my husband."

Luke's body temperature skyrocketed ten degrees when Din strolled over to them, the water only reaching to the tops of his very naked thighs. Anakin hugged his son flush against his chest, glaring at his eldest. The nerve of him, waving that thing around in front of his innocent baby like a scoundrel.

Din grinned, the absolute brat, and took a seat on Luke's other side, arm draping around his shoulders. Glaring, Anakin tugged the boy closer, careful not to jostle him too much. Din's dark eyes flashed dangerously, and he reached over to grab the bottle of shampoo from Anakin's side of the tub, squeezing a generous handful into his palm.

"Hey!"

"Let's get you cleaned up," Din murmured, ignoring his father. The man who raised and loved him. "Sit up, cyar'ika. You'll drown if you crouch any lower."

Luke's embarrassment was a beacon through the Force. He obediently sat up straighter, the water pooling around his collarbones, instead of his chin. It only came up to the waist on Anakin and the ribs on Din — his darling boy was so small, so painfully adorable. How in the Force's name could anyone expect him to share? He was only human.

Not willing to let his eldest have all the fun, Anakin snatched the liquid soap again, glaring Din down as he set to work gently scrubbing his baby boy's skin clean.

If he took a little longer than was strictly necessary, well, he wasn't going to apologize for that.

They had a lifetime of pampering to make up for.

[moonlightpirate]

Okay AO3 is down I was actually inspired to write. Sorry if this sounds bad. This fic is like a second part the first being Secret Worlds: The Necklace. In this part you and your boyfriend Joey finally get to see each other after your time apart. Yes it is fluffy and sex is implied. Again i made reader without gender so everyone may enjoy! Link to masterlist here. Link to ao3 here. Fic is below as well

Anxiously you pulled into Joey's driveway. Finally after months apart you were going to see him. Apparently he was excited as well as he was standing outside waiting for you. You fumbled at your seat belt as Joey opened the door for you. He laughed as you almost threw yourself at him as you jumped out of the car into his arms. 

"I missed you too. How was the drive?" Joey chuckled as he hugged you tightly. 

You buried your face against his neck breathing in his scent, "it wasn't a bad drive. How have you been?" You inquire as you step back and look into his blue eyes.

He smiled down at you, "haven't been bad. I wrote a few songs that maybe I can use on the next album.". 

"Oh I can't wait to hear them! But let's get inside. I'm so ready for a shower and food.".

Out of nowhere he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer while his other hand gently brought your face to his as he kissed you passionately. You practically melted against him as time seemed to freeze as you kissed.

"Sorry I couldn't resist. It's been too long." He whispered as he broke the kiss.

You gently rested your forehead against his, "Don't be sorry and kiss me again.".

You pulled him back into another kiss. This one was a bit more passionate than the last one. 

"Let's get inside before someone does see us y/n." Joey giggled as he went around to your trunk and helped you get your bags out. 

You groaned playfully as you helped him with your bags. You made your way into the house, the door barely closed behind you before Joey spun you around and kissed you again. You laughed a bit as you wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him back. 

"I seriously want food and a shower before all this dear." You playfully laugh as you pull back from his kiss.

"Sorry y/n I have just missed you so much. Go shower, what do you want to eat?" Joey sighed. 

"Surprise me. I'm not picky, just hungry. If you want to order a pizza or something maybe you can join me in the shower instead." You winked as you turned and made your way upstairs. 

You laid out some clothes on the bed as you waited for the water to warm up. Just as you took off your clothes and went to get into the shower Joey showed up at the door staring at you. 

"Going to just stand there and watch me or are you going to join?" You tease. 

Without hesitation Joey takes off his clothes and gets into the shower with you. He watches as you lather your hair with shampoo and rinse it out. Without asking he grabs the wash cloth and puts your favorite soap on it and begins to rub it over your body. You gasp and sigh as he stops and gently teases your body. Finally being overtaken by passion you turn and kiss him. 

"Shall we take this to the bed my love?" He moans as you begin to touch him.

"Well I think I'm clean enough for now." You say biting your lip looking up into his passion filled eyes.

You wanted him that much you knew so quickly you turned off the water and you both got out of the shower. Your lips crashed together as you stumbled your way to the bed. 

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You had almost forgotten how passionate of a lover he was until you lay there wrapped in his arms almost gasping for breath. As you lay with your head on his chest you could hear his heart beating wildly. Gently he ran his fingers up and down your back and you just enjoyed laying together for a minute. Without warning the doorbell rang and you both jumped up forgetting that he had ordered food. 

"Fuck, the food!" Joey shouted as he ran over to where he had left his clothes on the floor and quickly put them on and ran downstairs.

You laughed as you stretched out on the bed before getting up and also dressing yourself. After you ate, Joey grabbed a guitar.

"Can I play you a song? I wrote it for you.".

"A song for me? Oh yes please, I would love to hear it." You smile at him. 

There was something about not only watching him play his music but listening to him sing that made you feel so at ease and forget all your cares. After he finished you went up to him and kissed him.

"That was beautiful.".

"So are you lovely." He smiled. 

He set the guitar down and pulled you onto the couch with him kissing you. 

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Later that night you cuddled against him on the couch mindlessly watching whatever was on TV as you both dozed on and off. You sighed and smiled as you looked up at him and slowly you lost yourself in memories of when you first met Joey. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Dec 15th Gingerbread Boy

Media Accused 

Character Jake Murry 

Couple Jake X Reader

Rating Sexy 

15th Of December 2022

I sat on the sofa head deep in my video games when I heard keys in the door, so I paused my game unsure who to expect given my mum wouldn't be done with work for hours and my gran was off out with friends. The door opened and I smiled at the adorable sight she hurried in from the snow in her little fake fur lined red lace up boots, thick black leggings with a pair of thermal tights over them, a sweet red plaid dress and her black button down coat with fake fur collar covered in snow, her little red knitted hat on her head so with the fur you could barely see her gave but her pink cold nose, the little knitted puffball on top of her head, her arms full of the little reusable cloth shopping bags she takes everywhere as well as her little backpack on her back. "Awwww hey, how was shopping?" I asked getting up to take some bags to the kitchen for her but the only sound that came from her honestly just sounded like Kenny from South park "uhhhhh yes?" She then tugged off her coat and he'd hat revealing her cute face "I said, it went okay. Had to substitute a few things but that's all" "Good, I missed you" I cooed giving her a hug as we unpacked the shopping "Aww I missed you too Jake" he giggled "I got us some popcorn and ice cream for the movie tonight?" "Ummm aren't you just a sweetie" I smiled "oohh it's the one with polar bears!" "Well yeah it is snowing, we are watching a Christmas movie" "Very appropriate" I smiled "oh did you manage to grab what I asked for?" "Sort of. There was an issue in the store no shampoo, no bodywashes, I couldn't get your normal one so I had to get you this little pack just for now till we can get some more" she explained handing over the small holographic bag clearly from the gift section with a bar of soap, a lofa, bottle of shampoo and shower gel. "Eh soaps soap. Thank you sweetie"

While y/n got our movie set up I went for my shower taking the little set she bought me as I was put of all my other ones, I ran myself a hot shower and climbed inside grabbing first the shampoo but I didn't bother reading the label just got myself a bunch and started rubbing it into my hair... Hu. Smells kinda odd. Sort of sugary. Maybe a lot spicy. No idea what it's meant to be but I will say it's good shampoo once I had rinsed it all out I grabbed the lofa a nice brown colour with some purple little balls on it and got a good layer of the body wash it did lather good and had that same kinda spicy sugary smell to it but I was clean so whatever honestly most of my nose was filled with y/n's sugar scrub that also lives in the shower as I could smell that lavender sugar thought the tub it's in. Once I had scubbed myself clean I grabbed my towel wrapping myself up and heading across the hall to my bedroom sitting on the bed while I got warm and dry y/n already on our bed in her PJ's and as soon as I arrived she looked at me funny "What?" "You.... Smell... Wrong" "What?" "This is not your usual scent" "Well no, I had to use that new soap you got me today" "Oh" "Yeah I did say I was completely out" "It was just unexpected. Not your usual smell" "Do I still smell nice?" "Really nice" she's smiled cuddling me closely and nuzzling into my neck "sugary, and spicy, and lovely my life gingerbread boy" "Ohhh it's gingerbread shampoo" "Yeah?" "I didn't read it I was trying to guess. But it's good shampoo I'm clean and I do smell like gingerbread" "Ummmm gingerbread boy" she giggled giving my neck and shoulders some kisses "Y/n." "Ummmm" "Y/n. You better not do what I think your gonna do" "Nom" she giggled biting my shoulder "Y/n!" "Hum?" "Excuse me?" "Um?" "Your biting me!" "Ummm hummm" she nods "I smell like gingerbread. I am not made of gingerbread" I said pushing her away and getting my PJs on climbing into bed she gave for a cuddle but I pushed her back "But.... But Jake... Don't you love me" "I do love you very much that doesn't mean you can bite me" "But you still love me?" "Very much darling. Now come on let's what our movie"

[killemwithkawaii]

Goretober 2022 Day 23: Human

Earlier today, I helped Mitchie take a bath after it had tried to eat and it ended up covered in mac and cheese. 

After I filled the tub with warm water, I helped it take off its clothing items and get in. It asked if we could ‘use item bubble bath,’ so I poured some in. Soap suds started to build up on the surface, and it asked me what was happening. I explained what bubbles were, and it swished them around as I got undressed. Mitch chirped and sang when it saw I had ‘discarded clothing items’. It said again that it liked my ‘shell’ and was happy to be able to see it now. I went to step into the bathtub with it, but since Mitchie is so big now, I ended up having to sit on its lap. It sang and buzzed when I sat down, recognizing that it had ‘sat’ on my lap before this. It said it was happy it had a lap now, so that I could sit on it.

I took a washcloth and started wiping away at the cheese sauce that was still smeared on its face and torso. Its huge eyes stared at me without blinking. It asked what I was doing. 

“I’m wiping off your face because it’s dirty. You’ll be nice and clean when I’m done.” I buffed the last of the sauce away, careful not to rub off its painted-on mouth, and announced I was finished. It brought a stiff hand to its shiny cheek. 

“My shell is clean, and it has a face, just like Sallys does…”

“Yeah, it… sure does…”

Now that Mitchie was clean, I turned to wash away my stress sweat from earlier. I lathered my body and my hair with suds. Mitchie chirped and repeated its new word, ‘bubbles’.

“Sallys shell is covered in bubbles!” 

“Heh, yup. I’ll be nice and clean soon, too,” I got an idea. “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

I gathered some lather from the tub, made a circle with my finger and thumb, and blew an extra big bubble. It floated in the air between us, and Mitchie rapidly chirped and started singing its new song, Daisy Bell. I reached out and popped it, and Mitchie gave an alarmed beep.

“Hey, don’t worry! Bubbles always pop, but before they do, you can do fun things with them. Here, watch…” I gathered more suds and gave myself a bubble beard and a bubble hat.

“Oh! Sally has new clothing items! Can I have some, too?’

“Sure! Here…” I gave it a hat and beard to match, and it sang one of its classic little tunes. I laughed at how silly we both looked, and for a second, I forgot that I was stuck in a glitched out pocket dimension, sitting in a bath tub with an 8-foot-tall talking doll that was a keychain / digital alternate universe version of my soulmate the day before. For a second, it felt normal, and comforting, and familiar….

I rinsed us both off and helped it out of the tub. It waved goodbye to the bubbles and thanked them for having fun with us today as they went down the drain. I grabbed a towel and dried us both off, then helped it get into its PJs. 

“Sally?”

“Yes?”

“My shell is clean. Is it time to hug with arms now?” 

“Uh… I did say that, didn’t I….”

This morning, Mitchie had wrapped its new arms around me and squeezed so tight, I thought for sure I would be crushed. I told it to stop because it hurt, and it asked me what ‘hurt’ was while I felt my rib cage bow against its hard, plastic casing. Luckily, I’d managed to squeak out ‘hardware damage,’ and it gave an alarmed beep and let go before anything snapped.

“Let’s try it like this…” I wrapped my arms around it. “Hug me at 0% strength, then increase by 2% until I say ‘stop’.”

It did just that, barely making contact at first, and very gradually squeezing. 

“Hug at 10%... hug at 20%... hug at 30%...”

I told it to stop at 44%. Not too hard, not too soft.

“Sally likes hugs at 44%. It is not too hard, not too soft…”

We tried the same thing flipped. Turns out, Mitchie likes hugs from me at 100%, and would like me to hug harder if I could manage it.

When the hugging was ‘complete’, I made dinner for myself (since it had already ‘eaten’ earlier) as it watched me. It sat at the table and we talked while I ate. We sat on the couch together and watched a movie, pausing every couple minutes for me to explain things I took for granted, but were exciting and new to it. It wanted to know everything, and it asked questions constantly.

It was starting to get late, and I realized it had not made a goretober prompt for the day. I know that’s still Mitch(6)s thing, but it felt good to keep up at least a part of their routine, and it was nice to see Mitch(4) creating new things for a change.

“Here, you can use the laptop-”

“No.”

“No?”

“I do not want to use the Laptop to Make Art today.”

“...Do you want to use something else then…?”

“Yes.”

I looked in Larrys room for art supplies. There were paints and charcoal lying around, but I thought they would be too difficult for Mitch to use. Despite its vast improvement in mobility, it was still very limited in its dexterity. I opted for a dusty box of crayons that was buried in one of Larrys many junk drawers. I figured he wouldn’t mind.

I came back out with the box, and gave it to Mitch. 

“Crayons added to inventory. Thank you for the gift, Sally!”

It tried on its own for a while to open the box and select the crayons it wanted to use, but I ended up having to tape them to its hand so it could hold them. It was a slow and clumsy process, but eventually the page was filled with drawings of the two of us. When there was no more room on the paper, Mitchie stopped moving its arm and stared at its work.

“Hey, nice job, Mitchie! Those look great.”

It stayed silent, which was very, very uncharacteristic of it.

“Mitch…?”

A drop of liquid landed on the page- it was leaking from Mitchs eyes and onto the table. I thought for a second that some water had seeped into its seams during our bath, but the quiet, slow beeping it let out made me think twice.

“Is something wrong?”

“This Art is… inaccurate…”

“Well, that’s okay. It’s all about interpretation. People stylize things in art all the time.”

The beeping got louder, but deeper.

“...Am I a person now?”

“What…?”

“Sally said I am not real. I am not a person, I am an S.O. … I am a toy… I am a thing…”

It knew what I’d written. Of course it knew what I’d written. Why did I think that it wouldn’t?

“Sally said a toy can’t love him. If that is true, I do not want to be a toy. I do not want to be a thing….”

More droplets. More beeping.

“I love Sally, but he said I am not a person. I want to be a person so I can love Sally. I am trying to learn how, but there is so much I do not know. I do not know if I will ever be a person…”

It turned its head and looked at me with its huge eyes, its painted-on, crooked smile a stark contrast to the slow, low beeping that I now understood was it crying, and the liquid I now recognized as its tears, streaming down its plastic face and soaking its pajama shirt. 

“I can see and hear, I have a voice and I can move. I can hug and I can kiss and I can hold hands. I can take a long soak and sleep in and cuddle. I am warm, and I have weight… How much more do I need to learn to be a person? What else do I need to be real? How can I be a person so I can love Sally? I want to be real… I want to love Sally… how do I do that?”

My heart broke for it- No, for them- and I realized how cruel and wrong I’d been acting. I thought I could play with them because they were a thing, and I was a person. I needed to control them because I knew better, but under the guise of control, what I’d really been doing was stifling and belittling them, and they didn’t do anything to deserve that… They were only doing what they could with the equipment they had, and were doing their best to improve. How could I ask for anything more? Who was I to judge what didn’t seem human? I’d been far from it for a long time, but I knew damn well that I could still love, and I knew damn well that I was still real. Even after all I've done, with all I am, I'm still a person, no matter what form I'm in.

“Mitchie, I.. I’m so sorry… I should have seen… I should have known- You are real. You were always real, and you do love me, just like I thought.... just like I do. You’re just like you always are- the same, just a little different… I’m so sorry I doubted that.”

I put my arms around them and hugged them at 100%, and they gave a few slow chirps and hugged me at 44% in return. Not to soft, not too hard, just how they knew I liked it.

With that hug complete, I took them to bed with me. I helped them lie down and pull the blankets over them, and laid down at their side. They were warm and they had enough weight to sink their half of the mattress . They looked at me with their huge eyes and told me they loved me with their synthesized voice. I told them the same as I touched their synthetic hair and their hard, plastic shell, and I kissed their painted-on mouth before I turned out the light. It felt normal, comforting and familiar… the same, just a little different.

[obito76]

[Closet Secrets]

Chapter 19: Shower

You can read my full work here on AO3.

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Dick stopped and stared at her for a moment, water sluicing over her smooth skin, her head tilted upwards with a soft smile on her face.

He only realized he was entranced by the simple act of Raven showering when she turned her head and smiled at him.

“Are you just going to stand there or join me?” She beckoned him, a content smile playing on her lips as steam bloomed around her.

Dick snapped out of his haze, hastily stripping his clothes and tossing them into the hamper before stepping into the shower.

The water was hot, but for him.. her body was way hotter. The curve of her ass brushing against him in the tight enclosure of the shower, and Dick melded his pelvis against her, he felt himself swelling as she swayed against him.

She hummed, something low and sexy, while she worked her fingers through her damp hair. When she reached for the bar of soap, Dick extended his arm around her and grabbed it first.

“Here, let me do that for you,” Dick murmured into her ear, just over the rush of water, sending a shiver down through her spine.

Raven gazed back at him with a warm, lazy smile, nodding her head. “Yeah, will you?, That will be good.”

Dick lathered his hands with the soap before running them across Raven’s arms and shoulders, massaging her muscles. He felt small scars under his fingertips, as any hero would have, but Dick was almost in awe with how smooth and supple her skin was as he continued to lathered her body.

“Azar,” her breath caught in a gasp, eyes fluttering closed as she leaned back against him. Dick moved his hands across her chest and breasts, cupping their weight in his hands before he soaped his hands again and worked down her toned belly and over the thick curves of her hips as Raven sighed and moaned throughout his work on her.

Raven smiled and opened her eyes as she stretched her head, pressing small kisses against his throat and along his jaw.

“Hey, I’m working here,” Dick teased, but the gentle slide of her lips on his skin had him buzzing, making his cock throb against her back. “Turn around, yeah?”

Raven followed his order, standing straight and turning around to face him. Dick ran his sudsy hands along the back of her neck and then down her back.

Raven sighed and kissed his chest before her eyes travelled down. She knew he could feel her gaze on his cock, her lower lip cupped between her teeth before she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Dick failed to fight back a groan as she began stroking up and down, before her eyes found his face again.

“Hm, really? Here?” Dick muttered before moaning as her other hand cupped his balls, soft and gentle, her thumb rubbing over the head off his cock, sending pangs of pleasure down his spine. “T-thought we’re supposed to be gettin’ cleaned up...”

“I mean…we don’t have to do anything. Just… just a little bit of teasing,” her voice was low and husky and not certain at all. She leaned over and kissed his chest, tongue lapping at his skin, and any words came from his throat fell dead on his lips.

Instead, Dick decided to play her game. He rubbed his hands down her back and grabbed her ass in his palms, giving small squeezes the way he knew she likes it.

Raven let out a satisfied moan into his neck, she always loved the feeling of his body against her own. Tilted her head up, she pressed on her toes, kissing him. She teased him with light nips and the brush of tongue, and when he chased, she sucked on his tongue like it was sweet candy.

She’d maneuvered his cock between her soft thighs just under her hot, dripping core and started rocking back and forth on her feet, feeling almost like she was fucking him, with his cock pressed between her thighs and her pussy.

“T-teasin’? Y-you call this teasin’?” Dick stammered against Raven’s lips, hands groping her ass, helping her slide on his cock.

Raven smiled against his mouth, breaking their kiss and gazing at him.

Her face was flushed, lips swollen, her beautiful purple hair astray from the humidity.

And her eyes full of love and begging at the same time.

“Fuck me, Dick.”

Dick moved his hands onto the back of Raven’s thighs, lifting her off the ground. she wrapped one arm around his neck and used her other hand to slot his cock against her entrance. He brought her down on his cock, burying himself deep inside her with just one thrust, his forearm rested underneath the back of her knees and his hands spread over her ass.

“Oh, fuck ,” Raven gasped, smiling as Dick brought her down on his cock, until he completely filled her up. He lifted her body again, using her weight and his strength to thrust himself inside her again and again, building a slow, steady rhythm that had her panting and whining, her arousal gushing against him and being washed away by the stream of the shower.

They tended to fuck frantically, like animals, whenever they had the chance, but this time it was intimate, full of love and the slower pace was an amazing contrast. He could feel her grip tightened as he drove her down on his shaft and could feel the sweet flutters when he kept her there, at the descent, circling his hips and grinding his tip against the heated, sensitive areas inside her.

“Mmn, Fuck, I always loved how you can carry me, and like — ah, do me h-how you want.”

Her eyes were heavy and lidded with lust, her voice was breathy and sweet in between moans for him.

“Y’know, not anyone could carry you like this, right?”

“Dick, don't talk about others, I want you.” Raven moaned, dropping her head down on his shoulder as she felt him twitch inside her.

“Sorry.” Dick apologized with a kiss, prying her lips open with his tongue. Raven was eager, her mouth was soft and pliant as he brushed his tongue against her own. She wrapped her legs around his back, pressing their bodies close, he barely being able to thrust up into her while as they made out.

“Dick, Dick,” she chanted, her forehead pressed against his own, indigo eyes so round and full. Her body was trembling against him, her heels kept rocking against the muscles of his back, her core was thirsty with the way it clenched around his cock. “I-I’m close, but my clit isn’t-”

Dick didn’t wait for her to finish her sentence, lifting her off his cock he placed her on her feet. Raven blinked in surprise, but Dick was already adjusting her body, turning her around and placing her hands on the wall of the shower.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always take care of you, today.” Dick whispered into her ear as he aligned his cock against her entrance. He could feel her arousal dripping over the tip.

Heat and steam and the rushing sounds of water surrounded them, but Raven’s throaty gasp when Dick sunk his cock to the hilt cut was clear as summer sky.

And then he started pounding away.

“Oh fuck, oh my God, Dick!” Raven nearly squealed, her head braced against her forearm as Dick fucked her with abandon, one hand resting on the small of her back to support his thrusts, while his other hand reached around her thigh. She moaned as his fingers tapped over her clit. “Yes! Please, please!”

Dick cupped over her core, using the pads of his fingers to circle her clit. The slap of his pelvis against Raven’s ass as he fucked her echoed in the shower with loud claps. Raven babbled and praised him and his cock, her pussy kept fluttering and clenching sweetly around him until her body spasmed, Raven let out a sob as her hips tried to jump away from his touch.

“Just, let me finish Raven.,” Dick panted, removing his hand from Raven’s clit and readjusting his grip on her hips, thrusting into her with slow, deep strokes even as the aftershocks of her orgasm gripped around his cock. “Just let me cum, okay?”

Raven sucked air, her legs quivered as his body continued to move inside her sensitive self. Her body begged her to stop but she forced herself to relaxed against him again, her hips swaying, letting him fuck into her without protest.

“J-just give me a sec, I'm really sensitive- fuck!”

“Hm, what was that?” Dick teased, brushing his thumb against Raven’s asshole. Her shoulders shuddered as her head turned back to watch him, mouth pretty and parted, pink tongue almost hanging out.

“F-fuck, Dick you can't play like that…” Dick had slowed his phase down until his cock barely moved inside her, his thumb threatening her desire with the faintest pressure against her asshole. “Please! please, don’t tease me. I want it!”

“You’re not being clear, Raven.” Dick took his hand off her ass, but her hand quickly shot out, gripping his wrist and placing his hand against her ass once again.

She knew what he wanted,

“Stick your thumb in my asshole, Please! Is that clear enough for you?”

“Fuck, I love you Raven.” Dick dug his thumb into her tight hole as he started slamming his hips against her, small ripples formed across the curves of Raven’s thick ass from the force of his thrusts.

She was obscenely tight around his thumb like her body was trying to push him out. He smiled as his fingers spread wide across the cleft of her ass and reamed into her.

“I-I love you too, Dick, plea- unghh!”

Her body was singing for him, her pussy fluttering around his cock as he thumbed her other hole. His body was on fire, pleasure continue to mount in his core, and Dick wanted to force her to cum again before he did.

Dick grabbed her hair, pulling hard enough that she would feel it in her scalp. Raven yelped and whined, looking back at him, her eyes wide and dark.

“J-Just this time, let me have my way with you, Raven.” Dick started to push his phase, hot water raking across his body as his cock melting inside of her pulsing cunt. “Just let me fuck you the way I want.”

Raven only responded with breathy moans, her ass swinging back to meet his vicious thrusts.

“You don't know how much I missed you Raven, how much I missed you sleeping with me... Your moans, the way you say my name, everything, I really want all that again...”

“M-me too, Please, please... I-I’m Cumming!”

It was like her pussy was trying to choke the life out of his cock, harsh undulations that left Dick’s knees weak as he came only a moment after, shooting rope after ropes into her.

Hot water, hot steam, hot body- Dick was almost heaving, taking deep breathes as he pulled his softening cock out of her grip, sticky and messy, almost as much as her pussy, dripping their mixed fluid against the tiles of the shower.

Raven groaned, feeling completely full and satisfied, her legs failing her as she sank down on her knees. “Setting off all the things… It's really hard to resist when you make me feel this way.”

Dick laughed, turning the tap slightly to a cooler temp as he reached for Raven, bringing her off the floor and resting her against his body.

He kissed her chastely on the neck, letting the water pour over both of them. “It’s only because the way I feel about you Raven, I love you.”

Raven smiled as she closed her eyes and leaned against him,

“I know.”

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