#like ‘accidentally put body wash in my hair and conditioner on my body. tried to put on my dress with with pj shorts still on this morning’

[waugh-bao]

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[that-one-hom0]

Me when when I have absolutely nothing to do and I’m waiting for my mom to pick me up from my after school shit and I’m bored as hell and I still have more head cannons about Robin and billy finny:

1.OK so Robin did that thing were you know what you put like fucking toothpaste on your pimples and he started screaming after that

2.billy weirdly kind of just chews on his water bottle like the tip of it where you’re supposed to drink it when people asked to take a sip like to see the bite marks on it(I kind of do this too)

2. Finney<<<<<<<< bisexual

4. Robin weirdly thanks Barbie dolls are haunted I don’t know why he think that

5. Robin has had to call his mom multiple times to pick them up because she forgets and half of the time he thinks she’s making him walk home

6. Billy weirdly does does weird things I don’t know how to describe it

7.finny accidentally ones Put something to wash his body within his hair because he thought it was conditioner and he started crying 

8. Robin tried riding a motorcycle once and he fell on his face

This is all I have

i really enjoy ur headcanons + ur giving me things to do while my internet is out :]

1:FIEST OFF PPL PUT TOOTHPASTE ON PIMPLES- and yea thats a totaly robin thing to do-

2: billy would just chew on things in general

3: honestly i think its canon now

4: i mean i thougt this too- so yea he just wouldnt like dolls in general

5: i think his mom would work night shifts at like a dinner so she sleeps most of the day so she would sleep through her alarm to pick him up

6: billy is just silly goofy

7: ive done this before too-

8: yes, he may seem tough but he has the worst balance

[angeladore]

𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Brothers x GN!MC

Requested: anon

— When you and Lucifer have baths together, there’s usually gentle music playing to calm you two down

— He prefers to use bath oils more than bubbles, but if you like bubbles then he’ll agree because he has a soft spot for you

— He’ll gently massage your back as you lean into his touch, his hands were always smooth and they did good massages

— This man probably likes his baths super hot so you hafta remind him that human bodies cannot do that much temperature as demon bodies can

— If you’re the age where you can drink he’ll pour you both a glass of demonus as you guys have a bath together

— Sometimes he’ll let you massage his scars on his back from when his other pair of wings got torn off from the fall

— He massages your head as well, washing your hair for you when you don’t feel like it

— Once he accidentally dropped his demonous into the bath

— Baths with Mammon are actually really fun, he’ll sometimes get gold bath bombs and your favourite colour ones

— He also really likes bubbles, his favourite scent is probably tropical or coconut

— Mammon won’t admit it but he loves taking baths with you more than he does alone

— One time he accidentally almost flooded the bathroom because you & him were throwing bubbles at each other and forgot the water was still on

— He likes the temperature more warm

— He’ll sometimes surprise you with bath bombs & new bubble bath scents for you two to try out together

— Sometimes he puts bubbles on your hair and tries to do shapes then laughs at your face once you see the shapes he put on your head (you do it back to him 10x worse sometimes with a bubble moustache on him)

— Honestly is one of the funnest to have baths with

— Oh lord

— Leviathan is really shy & scared about having a bath with anyone

— But since you kept asking he had to say yes

— Is very awkward at first but once you guys have more together you two splash each other and see who will win

— He himself likes bubbles as well, probably beach waves scented

— Once he slipped after getting out of the bath and you tried your best bot to laugh

— He likes baths a bit more cold

— He never saw a bath bomb in person because he didn’t bother getting them but once you out one in your bath he almost has a heart attack as it turns the water [fav colour] but he thinks its cool and starts buying them himself

— Idk why but i feel like sometimes Satan puts a spell on his book and makes them water proof..

— He also enjoys having baths with you, he knows how to massage good as well

— He likes bath oils & bubbles, his favourite scents are apple & cinnamon and vanilla

— Likes his bath temperature to be a bit hot above warm

— When he washes your hair, he massages the shampoo & conditioner in, it feels amazing

— Sometimes he’ll put a few candles near the bath so it smells nicer

— Once he got bubbles in his mouth and started coughing them out

— I have so many ideas with Asmo it’s crazy

— First off he LOVES having baths with you, his bath is huge afterall

— Favourite scents are probably raspberry, strawberry & cream, sex on the beach, french vanilla & birthday cake

— Loves when you massage his back

— He likes his bath temperature warm, in the middle sometimes a bit more warm then usual

— He gets so extra he even buys flowers petals and puts them in to make it fancier

— He loves everything, bath oils, bubbles, bath bombs etc.

— He is also the one to put some candles around the bath to make it warm and smell nice

— Has one of those bath towel warmer things so once you get out he hands you a warm towel

— Once he accidentally grabbed the shower head and it went straight for both of your faces

— Oh my baths with Beel are so fun

— His favourite scents are definitely cinnamon buns, strawberry short cake & frosting (basically any sweet food scents)

— He doesn’t really mind what you put in the bath as long as your happy he’s happy

— You guys sometimes make shapes with bubbles for fun

— When he washes your hair, he makes sure not to leave any soap in your hair

— He doesn’t mind what temperature but doesn’t like when its too cold

— He helps you out of the tub once you two are finished, making sure you don’t slip or anything

— Makes sure your comfortable almost every 3 minutes

— Is down for cuddles after you guys finish the bath

— He once tried drinking the bubbles because they smelled to realistic but luckily you were there to stop him

— Belphegor and you will take lazy baths together, talking about future pranks to prank Lucifer & just about how the day was

— He honestly likes cuddles in the bath too, even a hug is good with him

— Likes his baths warm

— His favourite scent is probably lavender or fresh cream

— He also doesn’t care what you choose to put in the bath

— Sometimes you hafta make sure he stays awake and doesn’t fall asleep in the bath

— He fell asleep in the bath multiple times and you had to make sure he didn’t drown

— Once he was feeling mischievous and put bubbles in your hair after you washed it (dw tho he got them out for you lmao)

— It’s comforting to have a bath with him :)

[minniesmelody]

Eddie Munson head canons #2

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥: these are “my” head canons for Eddie, we might not all agree on something about him so pls don’t get offended by any of these, please and thank you. Enjoy!

♥︎chewing and talking at the same time, gives no fucks.

♥︎Hufflepuff, no doubt about it.

♥︎ he will sleep in socks and even shoes, I feel like he forgets to change into something more comfortable and usually falls asleep most nights accidentally

♥︎this dude sneezes so freaking loud

♥︎he smells like cheap cologne and weed, I don’t know where y’all are getting coconut and vanilla and cinnamon from, weed has a strong smell and it will stick to him and follow him almost everywhere

♥︎he suffers from anxiety and panic attacks, we saw him after the whole Chrissy thing happened and how he reacted for the rest of the show after that, he tries his hardest to conceal it but in the inside he is losing his shit

♥︎he would feed stray animals, even raccoons

♥︎doesn’t like sushi or any kind of fish, man hates seafood, but what he will eat like it’s his last meal is that pus-

♥︎doesn’t drink a lot of water, let’s be real here

♥︎this man lives for grilled cheeses, he lives in a trailer park and doesn’t have much money, 25 slices of fake cheese for 3 bucks with a loaf of bread, definitely one of his comfort foods

♥︎definitely does “your mom” jokes but don’t say it back to him….just don’t

♥︎he sheds like a dog, you find his hair everywhere

♥︎has never washed a dish, either they use a dish washer or he makes Wayne was the dishes, most of the reason why they use so much plastic and paper products

♥︎uses 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner

♥︎actually sorta likes science class, says he hates it tho

♥︎favorite planet is Uranus, yes he is one of those people who tells Uranus jokes

♥︎I feel like he secretly loves romance movies

♥︎obsessed with tattoos, ofc we already know that but he is that type of person who likes having conversations with others that have tattoos and talk about their meanings and who did them

♥︎following up with that, Modern! Eddie would have watched Ink Master and loved it

♥︎while we on the subject of Modern!Eddie, he would have been the biggest DBD player in my opinion, he would have loved that game through and through, we saw how he was in dungeons and dragons, he was dungeons master and played the villains, he would have played the killers too in DBD for sure!!!

♥︎horror movies, he claims he loves them, he does truly like them, but he almost shits his pants way too many times while watching them

♥︎he buys at least 2-3 hairbrushes every few months, you have seen that hair, he destroys so many of them with how knotted his hair gets

♥︎he likes all types of bodies and girls, but curvy girls with some chub on them, he is literally on his knees for them

♥︎claims he hates tears for fears but he secretly jams out to them when he is alone

♥︎definitely buys those cans of fake cheese and put them on crackers, cheese wiz or whatever it’s called

♥︎favorite ramen noodle flavor is chicken

♥︎hates mint chip with a passion

♥︎the only way him and Jason get along is when he sells some drugs to him

♥︎speaking of drugs, he definitely does some but he mostly just sells them for the most part, it’s more smoking weed than yk snorting and all that

♥︎BONUS: he has been arrested by Hopper a handful of times

[wheelsup]

okay but can you imagine spencer washing your hair for you?

like, i never (ever) let anyone (at all) touch my hair, but i feel like he'd be really gentle about it, and there is just something so soft and tender to me about the idea of washing someone's hair for them 🥺

that’s my dream <3 ik you didnt specifically ask for a blurb but i think about this very often. i wrote two versions of this, but this one (with two bickering best friends who are v much in love) won my heart. 

wc: 1.6k   contains: friends (to crushes, maybe ;) ), injured reader. gn!reader

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“Spence, I promise you that I can do it by myself,” you huffed, attempting to yank off your tank top as you walked toward the hotel bathroom, using only one arm while trying to keep the other as still as possible.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you didn’t sound like you were going to cry,” he snickered, following hot on your trail as you tried to escape his hovering. 

“You’re being dramatic.” 

“Oh really? Lift your arm up, then.” He leaned his hip against the marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to do it. One obnoxiously smug eyebrow arched on his forehead.

Sometime during the case, you’d gotten into a brief tousle with a suspect, who just had to run away when approached. If Morgan had been there, you wouldn’t have even batted a lash, but he wasn’t. So not only had you detained him by yourself, you also wound up with a minor pulled muscle in your shoulder. 

You shot him a sarcastic smile, toothless and irritated, and raised your right arm into the air. He let out an airy scoff. 

“Other one, smart ass.”

Your arm dropped down to your side, your smile falling with it as you turned sharply towards the shower. 

“Look, I’m disgusting right now. So either I suck it up and shower, or you’re going to smell me until the day we solve this case.”

Spencer’s nose crinkled at the gross truth. He wasn’t ungentlemanly enough to tell you, but sharing a bed with a coworker was quite a quick way to discover if they were in need of a shower or not. Your shoulder might be out of service, but both of you could agree that hygiene was a bigger priority. 

“You can’t even move. Just… just let me help you.”

You snorted. “Nice try, Reid. I’m not letting you shower with me.”

He rolled his eyes at your use of his last name. You only called him that when you were annoyed with him. He pushed off the counter and turned to the wall, hitting the light switch and earning a shriek from you as the room suddenly went dark. 

“I won’t look,” he shrugged, amusing no one but himself. 

“You’re a clown, you know that?” you muttered under your breath, drawing back the shower curtain and fumbling around, searching for the knobs in pitch black. “Absolutely fucking theatrical.” 

You found them moments later and ran the water, testing the temperature on the back of your hand. By the time it went from cold to warm, you noticed that he still hadn’t moved. From the sliver of light peeking under the door, you could make out just his silhouette in the corner, perched on the vanity. 

He was being stubborn about this. That, and the comforting fact that you couldn’t see a single thing –– thankfully, not even his face –– wore you down.

“Close your eyes,” you murmured. 

“It’s already pitch black in here ––”

“Close your eyes, Reid.”

Sighing through his nose, he did just that. To make sure you knew it, and also maybe just to be annoying, he made a show of getting off the counter and turning himself around to face the wall. You peeled out of your clothes as quickly as you could. In the process, you caught the long shower curtain under the heel of your foot and, as you stumbled over it, accidentally dragged it along, sending the metal curtain hooks screeching as they slid along the bar.  

The second you found your ground, you immediately shot daggers into the back of Spencer’s head, waiting for him to make a joke. As if he could feel them, he bit back his quip. Not without letting a barely contained cackle slip under his breath. 

“Okay,” you warned, stepping into the shower. Grabbing the end of the shower curtain, you pulled it tightly over your body to cover yourself as you poked your chin out to talk to him. “I’m in.”

Spencer turned and approached the shower, eyes still shut with his hands out in front of him, feeling the walls for guidance. He was still mocking you for making him close his eyes. You raised your brows; he must’ve thought he was quite funny. 

“You look like Velma when she loses her glasses.”

That knocked the funny bone right out of him. His hands dropped to his sides.

“Just get your hair wet and hand me the shampoo.” 

You drew the curtain shut again as you dipped your head under the shower stream, coming back moments later with sopping wet hair and a little bottle of complimentary hotel shampoo. 

He let you sit on the floor of the bathtub, just slightly removed from the spray of the water. Your back was to him, as he kneeled down on the tile floor, just outside of the bathtub so he didn’t have to get wet. You bent your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them.

Spencer first pushed up the sleeves of his sweater as far as he could before deciding to remove it altogether for the sake of protecting the wool against stray water. The cuffs of his work shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows as he got to work.

Taking a healthy quarter-sized amount of shampoo into his palm, he lathered it between his hands before running soapy fingers through your scalp. The pads of his fingertips softly dug in as he carefully massaged the shampoo in.

When he started working his fingers in patterns, putting pressure near your temples and increasing it as he dragged them up the curve of your scalp, you let your eyes close. He was getting rid of a headache you didn’t even realize you had. 

The tension you’d been carrying in your shoulders eased a little, and it made him think about how much you probably needed this. One of his hands came down to massage the muscle between your neck and your good shoulder, knowing it was best to just let the hot water do its magic on the bad one. 

When the shampoo had been sufficiently lathered, he stood up and detached the shower head, bringing it down to you so you didn’t have to move. You leaned your head back for him as he carefully rinsed the soap out.

You weren’t going to ask, but thank God Spencer told you to hand him the conditioner next. This, he slathered all over the ends of your hair, making sure all of it was sufficiently covered in conditioner before loosely twisting it into a low, makeshift pony for you. 

“Mm. I was about to ask how you’re so good at haircare,” you chuckled lowly to yourself, in a half-sleepy voice with your forehead resting on your knees. Dangerously close to falling asleep. “Then I remembered what you used to look like.”

You had a lazy smile on your face just thinking about the days where Spencer’s hair used to be down to his shoulders. He looked so pretty like that (not that he didn’t look pretty now, too), you always wondered why he got rid of it. 

“Remember when I got shot in the knee?” he hummed, returning to work your shoulder. He adorned a tiny smile of his own as he started to reminisce. “You came by my house at least once a week. Brought me meals, watched movies with me. Helped distract me from the pain. Even drove me to my physical therapy appointments.” 

You mm-hmm’d that you remembered.

“You pretty much did everything shy of helping me bathe. Though, I feel like you would’ve helped with that, too, if I asked.”

You both laughed at that. You hadn’t really noticed the parallels of your situation, being injured and needing his help for once. He was happy to repay the favor. 

“I’ll, uh. Let you wash your body yourself,” he said, coming out of his daydream for a moment. He rinsed his hands off and got up, patting down his wet hands on his trousers. With one nod from you to confirm that you’d be able to do it, he quickly exited the bathroom to give you privacy. 

You emerged seventeen minutes later, clad in pajamas with towel-dried hair. Spencer was still awake as you crawled onto the bed beside him, more than ready for bed after that. He looked to the side to ask you how the rest of your shower was, and before he could get it out, you shuffled up next to him, winding one arm around his and resting your head on his chest.

“I take it you had a good shower?” he laughed. This was one of his “I told you so” moments, and for once, you didn’t mind it. 

“Mhm,” you smiled, chuckling behind it as you shut your eyes. You were falling asleep fast. “Spence, the scalp massage…” 

“Was good, right?” he boasted, inflating his own ego a bit. 

You nodded against his shoulder, not caring if you helped blow up his ego another two sizes. Burrowing deeper into the covers, nestling tighter against Spencer, you got one more quip in before falling asleep. “S’good that I think I have a crush on you now.” 

Joke or not, he pulled the blanket higher until it reached your chin, holding you with both arms and kissing the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

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[songbirdsingingthings]

Makeshift Heating Pad - Shouto Todoroki x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist

A/N: So I had this one in storage for a little bit to ‘save for a rainy day’ and all that jazz, and because I’m having to do a little bit more research than normal for a request I received (don’t worry dear anon, I haven’t forgotten about you!) I didn’t want to have a serious lull in posting stuff. So, everybody, welcome to the chat this bad boy.

Warnings: Mentions of periods (menstrual cycle), Shouto being the best bf on earth.

Word Count: 1.4K

When that time of the month came around, you knew exactly what to do. You even went as far as to having an app on your phone that cataloged when you would get your period; giving you notifications the week before and then the day before. So, when that little notification bubble popped up before you went to bed, you should’ve remembered to take a painkiller, take an anti-nausea supplement, and use a feminine product, right? Oh, how unfortunately wrong you were. Normally you were very attentive, but when you were in the arms of your ever so doting boyfriend, sometimes logic flew out of the window as you were nestled in his soothing embrace. What a rude awakening it was in the very early hours of the next morning.

With a jabbing pain to your lower stomach, you shot out of bed, unfortunately knocking Shouto’s jaw in the process that had previously been resting on the crown of your head.

“...Sorry” you muster, using your hands to press down harshly on your stomach, trying everything in your power to smush down the pain.

“S’okay… are you okay?” Shouto’s sleepy and raspy voice provided some comfort to your pain as he rubbed a calming hand up and down your shoulder. With another stab of pain, you gasped. All you could do in response is shake your head. While you had some suspicion as to what was going on, Shouto didn’t have a clue. He tried to run through any events that happened recently. Did someone accidentally hit you too hard in that spot during hero training yesterday? Did you eat something bad last night? Is one of your muscles contracting out of nowhere? Unbeknownst to him, his last thought was entirely accurate as your cramps continued to subject your body to awful pain. “Would you like some painkillers? Would that help?” With a quick nod from you, he gently helped you move back to rest on the headboard of your bed, trying to make you as comfortable as possible. That’s when he saw the large patch of red that starkly contrasted the swan-like white of your sheets. He sucked in a breath, his eyes stuck on deep scarlet, which caused you to flick your eyes to what Shouto was so shocked at. That was when a harsh truth laid itself upon you.

“Shit…” you whisper, your jaws clenched and your eyes squinting in pain and embarrassment as you look at your period-stained sheets that you, just a second ago, were sharing with your boyfriend. “Sho, I’m so sor-”

“Here, let me help you up so you can go shower,” His soft, velvety words cut through your worried and panicked ones, offering you his hand for you to take. Your mouth formed a small smile as your eyes watered a bit, taking his hand and letting him walk you over to the little bathroom in your dorm. What U.A. provided wasn’t much, just a small little sink, toilet, and the skinniest shower known to man-kind, but it was enough for you to appreciate the privacy it provided. Walking to a communal shower with red-stained pajama shorts wasn’t in your top 10 things to do with your dorm life. The curtain was flipped back and the warm water was turned on for you by Shouto, who was currently fluffing out a towel for you to use.

“Thank you, Shouto, but you didn’t have to do all this,” you say, your voice thankful and entirely gracious. Heterochromatic eyes flicked over to you and the smallest smile quirked in the process.

“It’s the least I can do. I’ll leave you to undress and I’ll be back with clean sheets, okay?” With a nod and a simper, you let Shouto close the door behind him. You took your top, shorts, and undergarments off easily, but you let yourself mourn your underwear for a bit. Another cute pair lost to the ever hungry void of your menstrual period. 

The warm water did wonders to soothe the backache and headache that were both severely prominent to you, and the lavender shampoo, conditioner, and body wash left you feeling rejuvenated and fresh, but still tired. Wrapping the blanket that Shouto left out for you around your body and grabbing a few feminine products, you changed into the fresh set of comfort wear that he had slipped under the door for you and wrapped your hair up in the towel. Finally, you let the bathroom door swing open to reveal a freshly made bed, a painkiller next to a glass of water, and Shouto, who was holding a little grocery bag filled with extra period products and your favorite candy. You almost collapsed out of sheer happiness right then and there, but figured that Shouto’s efforts would’ve gone to waste, so you crawled over to your bed. The blankets and duvet felt cloud-like as your clean body slipped underneath them, causing you to let out a sigh of content.

“Comfy?” Shouto asks you, sliding in next to you and situating you in between his legs, your back resting on his torso.

“Very. Thank you so much-” And, once again, you lurched forward in pain. While back aches and headaches could disappear with a quick splash in warm water, menstrual cramps were a much different story. Quickly, Shouto maneuvers himself so that he could reach the glass of water and the painkiller, putting them gently in your hands.

“I’m sorry you’re in so much pain,” He says sadly, brushing your hair behind your shoulders so that it was out of your pained face. You shake your head and smile sadly.

“It’s okay, Sho, it’s kinda my fault for not preparing better for this. Usually I’m pretty good at knowing when this kind of stuff is going to happen. I must’ve forgotten to check my phone last night. You sucked in another breath as a second wave of pain washed over you, causing your fists to clench harder, your knuckles turning white.

“Is there anything I can do?” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the pulse point behind your ear, nuzzling his head into the crook of your shoulder.

“Hmm…” You think for a moment, your mind circling to a suggestion that you have debated every single time you got your period. Shouto was a wonderful boyfriend - he was caring, kind, and a capable student, and you didn’t mean to be superficial, but his quirk and looks were also pretty high up in your mind. And, while his quirk was good for fighting and deterring villains, it also had much more practical uses. Like, for instance, using his left hand as a makeshift heating pad for your stomach. So, since he was already so comfortable with you as his girlfriend, you decided to just ask. “Well…” you began, drawing Shouto’s interest immediately. “You could, theoretically, use your hand as a heating pad for my stomach.” With your suggestion voiced into the air, all you had to do was await your boyfriend’s response. You squinted your eyes, a little scared of what his reaction would be, but you were pleasantly surprised when your shirt was being lifted a bit and a hand slid to rest on your stomach.

“Tell me if it’s too warm.” He says simply, letting his hand heat up. Now, you’ve used heating pads before and they worked to an extent, but they could not even pretend to compare to Shouto’s hand. It calmed your cramps almost instantly as he gently massaged the area, working the heat that was emitting from his fingertips just below your belly button so that he could try to relieve you of your pain. You hum in delight as you sink further back into his chest, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you for everything.” You murmur, pressing a kiss into the material of his shirt. “Thank you for my sheets, and for the treats, and for being just the freaking best.” As drowsiness starts to take over your mind - a definite side effect of a source of heat warming you up - a sleepy smile spread across your face.

“It’s no problem at all, Y/N. But, if you don’t mind, can I see the app on your phone that tracks it?”

“What? Why?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Oh, well, I just figured since you're my girlfriend I should know when your menstrual cycle occurs so that I can help make your experience a little easier.

“Like I said,” you say, moving a hand to his cheek and bringing him down for a sweet, tender kiss, “you’re just the freaking best.”

[1987vampire]

Madly. Deeply. Unconditionally. | Tomura Shigaraki

Fandom: My Hero Academia | Boku No Hero Academia Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: none! all fluff. Lotta kissing. lotta romance. Request: None! A/N: This wasn't supposed to be as lovey dovey as it ended up being, but here we are. Shigaraki deserves some love and so do you. Extra:

In complete honesty, Shigaraki’s hygiene was horrible. It was something you had known going into the relationship, but not truly the extent of it. Getting him to brush his teeth was a terror by itself, but showering was absolute hell. He would grumble to himself about how it would only be a waste of his time, time he could be spending planning, gaming, literally anything else.

Why would did it matter if he smelled absolutely horrible? You had never cared before. And why did it matter if his hair was greasy and matted in places? If you could still grip it, gently run your fingers through it, it didn’t bother him.

However, there was one sure-fire way to get him to clean himself.

Your footsteps were quiet against the cracked hardwood flooring as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder. He was hunched over at his desk, scratching furiously at his neck as he read a newspaper, a piece of paper to the side with barely legible words scribbled on. He was working on his newest attack, trying to figure out how to improve his nomus, improve his attack. He may throw a fit after losing a battle – and come home to fuck you senseless if he could help it – but he put in the time and work to fix the issues every single time, never taking a break.

Shigaraki grunted at the feeling of your arms around him, looking away for just long enough to press a kiss to your forearm before turning back. “What do you need, doll,” he questioned, his voice scratchy from not talking.

You leaned over a bit more, placing your hand over the one he was writing with. “Come on, Shiggy. Come take a bath.”

He made a noise of complaint, and you could already hear the excuses begin to climb from his lips when you cut him off.

“I mean, I could just be all alone in there, have to wash my body all by myself. It wouldn’t be an issue for me, of course. I mean, I’m already naked for you, but that’s okay.” Shigaraki’s head snapped over at the last statement as you pulled away from his grasp, already beginning to walk away. You heard him clamber to his feet, throwing a few things in the process, and the frantic thump of his sneakers as he ran to catch up with you entering the bathroom.

You giggled lightly as he threw his arms around your waist, holding your back to his chest for a second as he caught his breath. “Now, hold on here, I think we have a misunderstanding.”

“Oh,” You teased, turning so you could see him, your nose skimming along his jaw as you did so, “so you do want to join me, then?”

Shigaraki’s face flushed, you could feel it crawling to his chest, heating the area against your skin. “Well, since you so clearly needed me to.” He blew out a long breath before pulling away. “I mean, I could definitely go back, but-“

You laughed loudly and shook your head, pulling him by his shirt towards you. “No, no, come here, loverboy.”

Shigaraki huffed out a laugh in response and followed you as you pulled him along through the small bathroom towards the tub. When he had first moved into this room in the base, the bathroom was a wreck, the tub barely big enough for Shigaraki to sit in, but when you had started dating, he had made Kurogiri help him figure out how to replace it with a big one, one big enough for both of you to lay in it comfortably.

Shigaraki’s hands trailed over your bare ass as you bent over to start filling the tub, not in a sexual way, just pressing against the skin he could reach, though he did love the way your ass felt in his hand, the curves that moved towards something prettier. You raised yourself after finding the perfect temperature and turned to face him, smiling as his hand never left you, instead crawling up and around so it was pressed against the side of your stomach, his pointer finger gently raised as to not hurt you.

“You’re beautiful,” Shigaraki mumbled as he looked down at you. You furrowed your eyebrows and met his gaze. “Heavenly.”

You pushed his chest gently and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, right. Come on, get undressed.”

Shigaraki’s hand flew to his chest jokingly, and he shook his head. “Oh, okay, I see. You only want me for my body?”

You fell into fits of giggles as you batted at him playfully. You both died down a bit as you pulled his shirt up and over his head, his face trying to hide the insecurity he felt. No matter how many times you had seen him naked, it was still like the first time to him. He even tried to wear his shirt during sex when he could. ‘Too skinny,’ he had said. ‘My arms are too long, my bones poke out, and there’s no softness to my chest. I’m not pretty to look at. Not like you.’

Your hands trailed over his chest and down his sides, pressing a soft kiss to his neck as you did so. “Pretty baby,” you whispered into the skin, smiling as he flushed again. “My pretty baby.”

Shigaraki let a soft whine fall from his throat at the words and huffed.

“Come on, let’s get you in here,” you said, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of his pants. Shigaraki pressed a few kisses to your forehead before helping you pull his pants off, kicking them to the side and steadying himself on you so he could crawl into the tub, settling into the water with a low groan. He fumbled with the faucet, turning it off before he reached a hand out to you.

You stepped into the water and settled in between his legs, your back to his front. His hands pressed right below your chest and he sighed. You turned slightly, grinning at the sight of his head tilted back in bliss. For as hard as it was to get him into a bathtub, he sure enjoyed being inside them.

You settled against him for a moment, reveling in the warmth of him and the water, before you turned yourself around, climbing to your knees so you could face him. Shigaraki made a move of displeasure at your movement. “Come on, let me wash you, baby,” you whispered, reaching around him to grab a bottle of body wash.

Shigaraki grumbled again but made no move to stop you, even leaning forward a bit into your touch as you ran the soap over him, trying to rub the grime off of him as nicely as I could. “Thank you,” he spoke, his eyes opening just barely.

“Anything for you, darling.”

You were both quiet for a while, only the sound of you washing and rinsing his body filling the room, the sloshing of the water an oddly calming sound. You leaned out for a moment, grabbing an empty cup you had brought and instructed Shiggy to turn around and instead sit in your lap so you could wash his hair. His lanky body moved around quickly, excited to feel your hands running through the hair, detangling, rubbing lovingly. Your touch was like a drug to him at this point.

Detangling his hair was a tough project, not wanting to tug too harshly on him and accidentally hurt him. He didn’t mind a bit of rough treatment though, content to lean against you and soak in the attention. “Can you talk to me,” Shigaraki spoke, leaning into you as you carded conditioner through his locs.

“About what,” you hummed in response.

“Anything. I just want to hear your voice.”

You laughed quietly to yourself and nodded, beginning to describe everything you had done for the day – the food you had eaten, the conversations you had had with others, the dreams you had the night before. Shigaraki would hum an acknowledgment every now and then, reminding you that he was listening, but he didn’t try to interject. He was content to just listening.

Once you had finally finished washing the last bits of soap out of his hair, he laid against your shoulder, turning his face towards yours, nose pressing against your cheek followed by his lips. A soft kiss followed by another and another against your face.

You returned the favor, pressing a few right above his eyebrow before finally meeting him at his lips.

“I’m in love with you,” Shigaraki whispered.

“I’m in love with you, too. Madly. Deeply. Unconditionally.”

He nosed against your jaw before finally lifting himself from the tub, groaning lowly to himself as he did, his bones aching from not moving. “Come on, doll, let’s go to bed, yeah?” He stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and gingerly drying himself off before wrapping it around his waist and helping you out. He took to drying you off, thoroughly compared to how he had dried himself, taking time to make sure that no part of you was still wet.

“I’m surprised,” you mused, as he helped you wrap the towel around yourself.

“Hmm?”

You pressed a hand to his cheek and pulled him down for another kiss. “You didn’t even try to wash me.”

He laughed. “You took a shower this morning. You onlytake showers in the morning. You just wanted me to get in. Now come on, let’s brush our teeth and go to sleep. Okay?”

You giggled as he led you to the sink. “Wow, a two in one day? I’m impressed.”

“Only for you. Always for you.”

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Could you maybe do a individual headcannon for the lost boys seperate or poly having a wholesome bath with their S/O? Thats honestly something i think would be very interesting to see.

After all my exams, I needed some cuteness in my life so here you go- (also, I'm doing separate cause why not)

The Lost Boys x Wholesome Bath with S/O

David

You'd been so tired from a long day at work that when you found your boyfriend in your bedroom, either reading your current book and messing up your place-holder or simply just messing with everything and anything in your room, you practically flopped onto the bed and declared that you needed to take a shower. But, that standing seemed like too hard of an obstacle at the moment. David, not really thinking, just said, "You could just take a bath." You'd groaned, not even truly being tempted by the idea of a bath. It wasn't until he suggested that he'd take it with you- and do everything for you- that you were able to peel yourself off of your bed

David was David, and he was completely fine with taking care of you and well- being in charge. He ran the bath for you, as he wanted to pick the temperature.

He helped you strip out of your work clothes, and the two of you traded slow kisses as you helped him strip out of his. He was the first to climb in, and you leaned back against his back as you settled into the tub. He'd wrapped his arms around your middle, letting you lean your head back on his shoulder as the hot (nearly scalding jesus David) water practically lulled you to sleep

If David was honest, he was loving this. You were tired and willing to let him do everything, and he was far too willing to take full advantage.

He made you sit up a bit so he could wash your hair, but you had to bat his hands away when he went to wash your body. Even in your tired state, you could do that yourself.

It wasn't anything special or overly romantic, but it was definitely a tender moment between the two of you. After you were clean, the two of you sat until the water turned cold. You played with his hands, talked about what the two of you had gone up to in your time apart, and he took this time to be a tad more affectionate than usual. Kisses pressed to your cheek or shoulder, perhaps even a compliment here or there. He did most of the talking, but you weren't opposed to having his soothing voice ringing in your ears. Even if he did have to wake you up time and time again.

Even though it wasn't something overly romantic or planned, you still thought it was a wonderful evening with your favorite vampire, and he was more than willing to dry you off and tuck you into bed.

Dwayne

The bath had been planned

While he belonged to a gang of chaotic vampires and was definitely chaotic himself, he was also the only one of them that possessed braincells and common sense. He knew that he wasn't the most communicative, so he planned small gestures here or there just to remind you that he was thinking of you. After the two of you had been together for awhile, one of the things had been a romantic bath.

You'd had a hard week, but you found that the sound of music and the smell of candles lead you to your bathroom. Dwayne had just finished lighting the last candle, and you nearly made him knock it over when you opened the door and found what he'd planned. Soft rock ballads, so many candles it was probably a fire hazard, and the brunette had just started to fill up the tub. He'd even gotten some bath salts and bubble bath specific for the occasion. Though, it was your idea to drag him into the tub with you.

He had to drain the tub a bit to make sure the two of you didn't end up splashing water everywhere and you sighed as you settled against his back. He reached for your hands and intertwined your fingers before he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you around your middle and pressing kisses to your shoulder. You giggled and hummed, turning your head so he could press a kiss to your lips instead. The water was warm, but not nearly too hot.

Dwayne washed your hair for you, scrubbing slowly and gently massaging your scalp. You blushed when he went to wash your body, but the brunette kept it pg. He let you return the favor, and you did your best not to be tempted to spike his hair with the shampoo. Or be distracted by his chest.

After the two of you were washed and clean, you enjoyed the warmth of the bath until it ran cold (and even just laid together a little while after)

10/10 very romantic, even if it was nearly impossible making sure not to get your towel + your discarded clothes set on fire

Marko

The two of you had been at the boardwalk all evening, and, even though California was colder at night, it was still sweltering outside. The two of you decided that being sticky and lying in your just cleaned sheets wasn't the best way to go, and it was Marko that suggested the two of you take a shower *wink wink*.

Though, in the process of trying to figure out your showerhead, this man accidentally broke it. Yeah. Vampire strength plus one (1) angry white boy doesn't usually end well, and the two of you are tasked to take a bath instead. (Don't worry though, you're used to Marko breaking your stuff and he often fixes it via stolen parts or stolen cash) And, this time, you decide to be the one who runs it.

You run the water at your preferred temperature, putting anything in the bath that you just happen to have on hand, and Marko tries to distract you the entire time you do it. Simply just to be annoying.

To your surprise, when you get in the tub, Marko had settled. The two of you laid back, letting the heat wash over you and relax the both of you. Though, that lasted for about two minutes before Marko was trying to splash you

Your bath was full of giggles and laughs, as Marko either tried to tickle you or use the shampoo to give you all types of crazy hairstyles. Though, Markos own head of curls was tied neatly to the back of his head, and you swore he would hiss at you if you tried to get them wet.

He had just a little too much fun helping you get the soap out of your hair, and totally didn't mean to end up splashing you in the face with it. You knew he was a liar and a half, and his laughter definitely gave him away

The two of you chatted and hopped out when you were done, and it was a very playful, fun way to clean up for the night before the two of you went to cuddle up in your bed

Paul

It was you that had suggested him taking a bath. Paul thought that his nightly dip in the ocean after feeding was enough to get him clean, but you wanted to have a night with your boyfriend where he didn't smell like sea salt and his favorite herbal substance. Trying to convince him to get into the bath tub was hard enough, and you never thought it would be this hard to get him out of his pants. You knew the only way to get him to sit down was to join him.

So you loaded up on shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and whatever you thought you'd need to get him clean. Hell, you even thought about bringing a toothbrush.

Though, the second you started stripping, his protests had turned into giggles and he was far too willing to join you. The second you stepped into the tub, he was clamoring after you. Almost forgetting to take his socks off and nearly tripping as his pants were caught around his ankles.

You had to push him down to get him to sit down in the tub, and he made it far more difficult than it needed to be for you to wash his hair. Though, after scratching the soft spots on his scalp, he was putty in your hands. You sat facing him, lightly slapping away his hands whenever he tried to "help you get cleaned up" until you had completely scrubbed him down. When you were finished, you let him do your hair. Let's just say he had very little restraint and did use way too much soap so he could try to make you a bubble beard.

The two of you were laughing and having a good time, finding that your boyfriend could turn any situation into a light one. Finally, Paul grabbed you by the waist and pulled you between his legs so you could lay against him, and you sighed as you rested your head on his chest. The vampire ended up singing to you softly, lightly tapping his fingers against your shoulder as if he was pressing down on some notes

When the two of you finally climbed out of the tub, Paul kept saying how he smelled like you now, the idea making him smile

[ichbinspeedo]

Polnareff x Reader (Smut)

Warnings - PART 3 SPOILERS, NSFW, Shower, Accidental, Edging, Oral, Penetration

Also, this is on my Wattpad too - https://www.wattpad.com/story/243397413-%F0%9D%91%B1%F0%9D%92%90%F0%9D%92%8B%F0%9D%92%90-%F0%9D%91%B6%F0%9D%92%8F%F0%9D%92%86%F0%9D%92%94%F0%9D%92%89%F0%9D%92%90%F0%9D%92%95%F0%9D%92%94-%E2%99%A1%EF%B8%8E

In this story, everyone lives 😊

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"What do you mean there's only three rooms!?"  You hear from inside the hotel.  Joseph's booming voice echoed out the glass doors of the expensive building in front of the four of you.  You, Polnareff, Jotaro and Kakyoin had just returned from checking out the city to find Joseph yelling at a terrified looking young man behind the counter.  "God! Why does everyone want to be in Egypt this time of year!  Fine, we'll make it work - Avdol are you okay rooming with me?"  You heard the old man say as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.  Avdol just gave him a nod and apologized to the young man for Joseph's behavior.  

You chuckled and looked back at the three men behind you.  "Looks like we're bunking in pairs tonight."  You turned to smile at Polnareff.  "Is it alright if we room together?  Jotaro and Kakyoin will probably want to stay together like before."  You put your hand on his arm and his face turned ecstatic.

"Of course amour!  I'll meet you up there in a bit, I have to talk with Mr. Joestar"  He smiled at you and patted your head.  You give him a thumbs up and grabbed your bag.  Joseph gives everyone their keys, and you give everyone a small wave as you head to your room.

First things first, you check out the room.  You know Polnareff always gets into trouble with stand users in hotels.  The bathroom is borderline luxurious, he'll love it.  Matter of fact, you love it too.  You lift up your arm and smell yourself.  "Oh god!  Damn desert heat.."  You mumble to yourself starting to undress.  You slide open the clear bathroom door and turn on the shower.  Stepping onto the black marble tile, you feel the hot water run down your body.  The feeling of finally taking a shower washed away any worries from the day.  You let out a content sigh and run your fingers through your hair.  'God, I'm glad everyone got out of this trip okay.  It wasn't looking too good for us for a while'  You thought to yourself, massaging shampoo into your hair.  The fight against Dio had been a rough one, injuring Kakyoin and Avdol the worst.  Iggy almost got cut in half, and would've died if not for Polnareff.

'Polnareff..'  Your mind started to drift to your romantic roommate.  The French man you'd learned to love along the way.  He had tried to make moves on you since the beginning.  Though, Jotaro had warned you that he did this to every woman.  The smile on your face had started to falter as the thought filled your mind.  'Yeah, just like every other woman.  Don't let yourself get too attached.'

As you finished washing up, you pour some conditioner into your hand.  You took a seat on the shower floor, mindlessly putting the conditioner into your hair, letting thoughts of Polnareff swarm your mind.  You knew you had fallen for the man, but it was hard to accept.  You had thought that he treated you like every woman he met.  Boy were you wrong.

After rinsing the conditioner out of your hair, you started to reach for the shower knob to turn it off.  "I'm here mon amour!"  The door to the bathroom swung open and the two of you locked eyes for a second.  Both your faces turned beet red and you covered yourself best as possible.  He covered his eyes and spurted out apologies.  "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't hear the shower running!"  Before he was able to run out the door, you jumped out of the shower and grabbed his arm.  'Fuck it let's snatch this mans'

"Wait, wait,"  You put your hand on the front of his shirt, making him look at you. "How about we shower together?"  The hand resting on his chest lowers slightly, gripping at the bottom of his shirt.  "If that's alright with you.."  Polnareff had a shocked look on his face, and you cringed a little inside, thinking you'd made a mistake.  "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I'll grab a towel."  You let go of him and turn, only to feel a pair of muscular arms wrap around you.

"No, let's do it.  I just didn't expect a woman as beautiful as you to ask me that!"  The taller man said with a cheesy grin on his face.  You let out a small chuckle and turned to hug him tight, then started to take his shirt off.  He separated from you and finished taking off the shirt, and got to work on his pants.  You hopped back in the shower, watching him while leaning against the wall.  Licking your lips with anticipation, you watch as his pants slowly make their way down, revealing a growing bulge in Polnareff's boxers.  The pooling heat between your legs was getting to be a bit much, so you switched positions, subtly rubbing your soft thighs together.  His eyes wandered with your movement, and the smirk he wore just riled you up more.

As he started to pull down the last piece of clothing, your eyes couldn't help but stare.  He wasn't even completely hard and still had at least 8 inches on him!  The boxers were thrown to the side, and Polnareff walked in beside you.  He reached to touch you, but you stopped him.  "It's a shower sweetheart, we have to wash first"  You said, giving him a quick kiss on the nose.  The Frenchman pouted at you, but complied with a laugh.  

Grabbing the shampoo, you started to brush his hair down with your fingers.  His long silver locks fell down his shoulders, and you pulled yourself closer to him.  Polnareff's large frame engulfed you in a light hug, resting his face in the crook of your neck.  You started to wash his hair, rubbing out all of the hair spray and other products.  It felt a lot softer than you had expected.  He groaned in your ear as you accidentally pulled on a knot.  You whispered an apology in his ear and gave his cheek a kiss.  Before you could get back to washing his hair, he pulled back and planted a kiss on your lips.

"Sorry mon amour, I can't wait any longer~"  He said as he nibbled on your neck, gently rubbing himself against your stomach.  The feeling of his hard member against you made your skin burn in a good way.  You let out a sigh of pleasure, pressing your face into his shoulder.

"At least let me rinse your hair out you horndog!"  You told him with a giggle, and moved his head closer to the water behind you.  He smiled and let you finish with his hair.  He didn't let you do much more before pressing you up against the wall.  "Fuck I've wanted this for so long."  You whispered to yourself before grabbing his chest, leaving little hickeys on your way down.  You reached your knees to see quite the sight.  By now, his dick had fully hardened, standing tall in front of your face.  He let out a surprised gasp and bit his lip as he looked down at you.  You locked eyes with him as you ran your tongue along a bulging vein, making him groan in pleasure.  Lowering your head, you plant kisses on his inner thighs, sometimes leaving marks.  Lifting yourself back up, you wrapped your lips around the head and lightly suckled, teasing him a bit.

"Ahh- please amour I need you!"  He pleaded, getting rewarded by you taking him as far as possible, rubbing your tongue against the bottom of his throbbing cock.  Pulling back, you licked along the slit and shoved him back in your mouth.  Pants and groans spilled from his mouth as he threw his head back.  This man did not hold anything back.  He slid your mouth off of him and helped you back up.

"Did I do something wrong baby?"  You asked with a slight frown on your face.

"No! No, there's just something I've been fantasizing about for a while now.."  Polnareff responded before grabbing your thighs.  Your eyes widened in surprise as he lifted you up onto his shoulders, back hitting the wall.  

"W-wait Pol!"  You squeaked out before he shoved his mouth onto your swollen clit, starting off sucking hard.  You gripped his hair tight, letting out uncontrollable moans.  He circled your sensitive bud with his tongue before diving inside your hot core.  You arched your back, pushing yourself closer to his face.  His tongue wriggled inside of you, then pulled out and got back to work on your clit.  Your legs wrapped around his head and your hands flew behind you to try and grip at the walls while he stuck two fingers inside of you.  The slight stretch of your virgin core stung a bit, but it was quickly overrun by pleasure.  He curled his fingers up to rub against that one special spot, making you see stars and scream out his name.

Polnareff added one more finger and thrusted them in hard, the reward even better this time.  He pressed harder against your spot and gave a particularly hard suck.  "Oh fuck Polnareff I'm gonna cum!"  He groaned between your legs and separated himself from you.  "P-Pol goddamnit!  I was so clo-"  The man holding you cut you off with a kiss as he slid you down to the floor.  Your legs stumbled, but he was there to hold you up.

When he broke the kiss, you whined out, needing more of him.  "Please Polnareff, I need you inside me!"  You said to him with pleading eyes.  He smiled at you and gave you a quick kiss before turning you around, pressing your front half into the shower wall.

"Anything for you ma petite salope~"  He whispered before plunging into you.  You let out a scream muffled by your hand.  "Putain de merde, you didn't tell me you were a virgin!  I'm so sorry mon amour, I would've gone slower."  Apologies sprang from the French man's mouth as he peppered kisses along your spine.

"It's alright sweetheart, better to get it over quick"  You told him with a smile, panting from the mixed throbbing of pleasure and pain.

"Here, this should help amour~" He rubbed lightly on your clit, easing the pain a bit.  You turned your head and pulled him into a kiss.  He slid his tongue into your mouth, passionately swirling around yours as he tried his best to relax you and ease your pain.

"Ahh- Thank you love, I think you can move now."  You told him.

"Are you sure?  I can wait longer if you'd like."  He responded, peppering kisses on the back of your neck.  You shook your head, and he slowly pulled out a bit, then thrusted back in.  There was a bit of pain, but it was starting to feel really good.  With every thrust the tip of his cock just kissed your cervix, sending jolts of pleasure into your stomach.

"Mnh Pol, go harder please!  It feels really good~"  You moaned out to him.  He hummed a response before lifting one of your legs around his waist, picking up pace quickly.  The change in position gave him more access to every good spot inside you, slamming himself against your walls.  "Oh fuck that feels amazing!"  You yelled out.  By now, the other crusaders had probably heard the two of you.  You didn't care right now, though.  The pleasure this man was giving you was too much for you to handle.  "Pol, Pol I'm gonna cum!  Please!"  You scratched at the wall, biting your hand to stifle your moans.

To your dismay, Polnareff pulled out.  "Amour, don't hide your moans.  If they want to complain they can complain to me, I want to hear you~"  He said, nibbling on your shoulder before turning you around and picking you up.  You let out a small gasp and wrapped your legs around his waist.  "Don't worry, I'll let you cum this time ma beauté"  He dropped you straight on his cock, plunging deep inside you.  You threw your head back, arching your back hard.  Polnareff lowered his head as he thrusted up into you, licking your breasts and leaving little hickeys all over.  The pleasure from this angle was mind blowing, and you reached your long awaited orgasm quickly.  You felt your walls tighten as a wave of pleasure ignited in your stomach, reaching to the furthest parts of your body.  All of your senses focused on that pleasure, and your vision whited out.  Polnareff grunted and thrusted harder into your tightening core.  You could feel him continuously hitting that one spot that made you see stars.

When you started to come down from the high, he rubbed your clit harshly.  "Fuck! Je vais jouir amour!"  He growled into your ear, overstimulating your body.  This wave of electricity hit even harder than the last, and you were on the verge of passing out from all of the pleasure.  He could feel a rush of liquid as you came to a squirting orgasm.  Your eyes lolled back in your head as he bit into your shoulder hard and came inside of your throbbing cunt.  The both of you stayed there for a moment, panting and holding onto one another for dear life.

Once your senses started to come back, you realized the water was freezing cold.  "Ah, Pol did we really go that long?"  You asked, out of breath.

"Wow I guess so!" Polnareff responded, holding you up with one arm as he turned off the shower.  He crouched, sitting you onto the floor.  "Stay here for a second, I'll get some warm water from the sink to clean you up"  With a kiss to your forehead, he left.  You watched him grab everything he wanted and come back.

He dipped a piece of cloth into the water and wiped up the cum that had started to drip down your thighs.  Spreading your hole open, he dug out some more as to not have it leak later.  He sloppily cleaned himself off, before pouring the warm water over your legs and lower belly.  Polnareff grabbed a towel and started to dry you off, then picked you up to bring you to bed.  "Ah, thank you so much.."  You nuzzled your face into his chest.  "I don't think I can move anymore" You said, tiredly laughing.

He sat you down on the bed and moved the hair from your face, planting a kiss on your lips.  "Let me get you some clothes. Want anything to drink?"  He asked with a smile.

"No thank you love~"  You told him, ready to just lie down and pass out next to him.  He nodded and wandered off, returning with fresh clothes.  You sat back up, reaching out and making grabby hands at Polnareff like a child.  He chuckled lightly and came over, helping you get dressed before putting on underwear himself.  He crawled into bed next to you, encasing your smaller form in a tight cuddle.  "Thank you Polnareff, I love you so much"  You told the man, pulling him closer to you.

"I love you too, mon amour~"

***

amour = love mon amour = my love ma petite salope = my little slut putain de merde = holy shit ma beauté = my beauty je vais jouir = I'm gonna cum

Gosh it's been a while since I've written, sorry if I did anything wrong.  Please feel free to correct anything, it'll help a lot.  Thanks!

[homeformyheart]

For F: “That position looks impossible enough, let’s try it.”

thank you V for the prompt!! this definitely got away from me, but I hope it works!

author’s note: thank you for the request, @hunnybadgerv. i hope this does your prompt justice and sorry for the length, all the intimacy feels got away from me (and i have to give a lot of inspiration credit to @gavcowles). this is very soft, the smut really plays a secondary role to the intimacy and respect for the boundaries of an aspec partner. *just fyi: my enby detective harley uses she/they pronouns and is aspec. hope you all enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except the oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – felix hauville x nb!detective (harley bishop) rating/warnings: 18+; ns*w smut noted between the 🔥⚡ and ❄💧 icons (minors dni) based on/prompt: nsfw dialogue prompts // 73. “That position looks impossible enough, let’s try it.” (in bold) word count: 1.7k summary: felix learns harley’s boundaries and encourages them to be intimate on their terms.

on their terms

felix balances a pile of thick, heavy books on one arm while reaching up toward a shelf above his head. he realizes he underestimated the ladder rung that would get him the closest and it’s too late now to change course, given how he’s already balancing on one leg, the other extended behind him.

he very much looks like a ballerina-in-training.

in his haste, he accidentally grabs a few thin volumes stacked closely next to each other and leaps down to the ground. he glances at the one on top, the smallest of the bunch by far, and his eyebrows rise in surprise and curiosity.

he drops the rest of the books so he can flip through his new discovery, wincing at the sound of heavy texts crashing to the floor in a heap. he knows he’ll get an earful from nat for leaving them there, but he’s too excited and runs off to harley’s room.

they’re reading through some reports when he bursts in and climbs into the bed to sit next to them.

“look what i found in the library! nat’s been holding out on us,” felix grins, showing them the cover. “i am definitely not letting her live this down.”

harley raises an eyebrow in surprise at the title: sex positions through the ages.

“why are you assuming it’s nat’s?” they ask curiously, putting aside the reports and curling into his side as he wraps an arm around them.

this is one of his favorite (although everything about harley is his favorite) things to do with hayley – hold them and be held by them with the feeling of complete and utter belonging blanketing them both.

he flips through the pages quickly, taking in all the various illustrations the book offers. harley hums in agreement every few poses, until felix comes across one that makes him pause.

“that position looks impossible enough, let’s try it,” he suggests, moving the book over so harley can get a better look.

the position in question requires quite a bit of maneuvering, flexibility, and strength – none of which are “impossible” for him per se. but it’s still one that he hasn’t ever tried before, and felix is usually up for trying anything at least once.

he draws circles above harley’s hip, slipping his hand underneath their shirt carefully, watching their reaction out of the corner of his eye. they’ve been together long enough that he’s learned to read the subtle tells of their moods most of the time, but he still tries to encourage them to speak up more often.

harley remains still but he can feel their heartbeat against his ribcage. their hand hasn’t moved from its spot on his chest. he removes his hand from under their shirt and pulls it gently back down to cover their exposed skin.

if anything happens tonight, it has to be on their terms. even if harley hasn’t quite articulated their terms exactly – and he wishes they would soon so he could always know what lines must never be crossed – he’s still getting a feel for their boundaries.

his intuition hasn’t let him down yet.

he closes the book and leans down to kiss their hair softly, gently tucking his arm under their knees to pull them into his lap.

“thank you,” they murmur against his neck.

“of course, babe. i hope you never feel like you have to pretend with me,” felix responds as they pull back to look at him. “whatever we do, i always want it to be on your terms, okay?”

and he’s pretty sure the smile they give him could sustain him for the rest of his life.

“shower with me?” they ask suddenly and before he can respond, they’re pulling him out of bed and toward the bathroom.

their back is to him as they undress and step into the shower, adjusting the settings to the lukewarm temperature they know is at the upper limit of his tolerance and he follows suit, an ear-to-ear grin on his face at the sheer happiness filling his chest at the sight of them – comfortable and allowing him to see them this way.

the water gently flows over their bodies while they reach for the soap and he adjusts the showerhead pressure, grinding his teeth slightly at how extreme the adjustment feels until he gets used to it, standing behind harley with his hand on their hips and space between them as they finish washing their body.

his gaze moves up as they reach for their shampoo and he places his hand on theirs.

“let me,” felix murmurs quietly, grabbing the bottle and squeezing out a palm-sized amount onto his hand.

he knows, through observation but also trial-and-error, how much shampoo and conditioner to use for harley’s long, color-treated hair. and there’s something about how they let him gently massage their scalp (especially after the first few times when he was too eager and rough) and weave the products slowly down the length of their locks that makes his heart soar.

the bright blue color dulls a bit under the weight of the water and conditioner, but that’s how he knows he’s used enough. that, plus the quiet sighs of contentment leaving harley’s mouth sending a warmth blooming across his chest.

he shifts so that the stream of water hits their head directly, continuing his gentle massages as he rinses the products out of their hair. he carefully weaves his fingers through their tresses, untangling any knots that he can find as best he can without pulling at the roots – and he can tell, because their head jerks a centimeter back whenever that happens.

after a few minutes, the water runs clear down their back and he gently wrings their hair out, placing it over their shoulder. he reaches for the loofah before hayley stops him and turns to face him.

🔥⚡ 🔥⚡

they pull him forward a step so the water hits his back before placing their hands on his hips, tiptoeing up to kiss him softly before kissing down his jaw and neck. their hands mirror the movement, inching down his thighs as their lips reach his collarbone. he sucks in a breath at their hands moving to the inside of his thighs, trailing their fingers upward as their lips continue their journey down his chest.

felix shudders, and it’s not from the hammering pain of the water pressure on his sensitive skin.

no, that’s faded to a numb rhythm in the background as harley takes him in hand and begins to stroke him slowly.

his cock stiffens under their touch and he makes an effort to open his eyes and look at them, mouth parted and ready to make sure they know he’s not expecting or needing them to do anything and they—

“i love how responsive you are to me. i love knowing that i do this to you,” they murmur against his stomach, lips fluttering against the hair they find there and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

their eyes are teasing and serious at the same time and he wants to—oh, his brain stops processing for a moment as their strokes quicken, hands alternating and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. they continue kissing down his happy path but he stops them with a gentle stroke of their jaw with his thumb.

they look up at him questioningly and he returns with a suggestive smirk of his own, reaching up to grab the curtain rod and lifting himself up so his hips are at their shoulder-level (he is very thankful that the agency installed reinforced rods directly into the walls as a precaution against the “activities” that some of the team is known for getting into).

the look in their eyes shift from confusion to adoration to gratitude to eagerness and oh, what he wouldn’t do to capture those expressions forever.

“this way, you’re not on your knees,” he says softly, his breath ending in a moan as they move his legs to rest over their shoulders and wrap their lips around his cock.

that feeling alone makes him want to explode right then and there—

but he holds on, because it’s harley and them together.

he vaguely senses that his body is shivering despite the warm steam from the shower but he is too preoccupied with how hayley is moving their head up and down his cock, the position allowing their hands to freely play with his balls. he tightens his grip on the curtain rod, reminding himself the last thing he wants is to fall on top of hayley.

felix glances down and they’re gazing right back at him, as though he’s been spilling all of his inner thoughts out loud, and maybe he is – he’s not sure and can’t be bothered to recall in the moment. not with them hollowing out their cheeks and taking him deeper into the back of their throat, pushing him all the way to the edge until he can’t hold back anymore.

and then he lets go, making an effort to move away but they hold him tightly against their mouth, swallowing eagerly without breaking eye contact. and for him, knowing hayley is giving as much as they are willing to give and on their own terms—

it’s everything.

“geez, harley,” he breathes out their name, a deep, throaty groan that synchronizes with their final swallow as they move off him and gently bring his legs back to the floor. he holds their face in his hands and kisses them deeply, the smile on both their faces making it so their lips don’t quite fit.

❄💧 ❄💧

felix steps out and reaches for a towel, holding it wide open as he turns back to them. they tilt their head at him curiously.

“your turn,” he says warmly, eyes soft and heart full.

harley steps out of the shower and into the towel he wraps carefully around them, their eyes never leaving his face.

“i love you,” they whisper as felix carefully dries every part of their body before handing them the robe hanging on the back of the door.

harley slips the robe on while felix wraps their hair up with a smaller towel.

“i love you more,” he replies, kissing their cheek and leading them back into the bedroom so they can cuddle.

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[aceofspadegrass]

Broken Arm Bath Time

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Hatter

Genre: Fluff. Aguni washing Takeru's hair and it's so soft.

2.1k words

Jokes on you slimy meatball I fucking did it! Of course, I can't say shit without getting a teensy tiny bit inspired by @hatterstan-shameblog 's latest fic (Please go take a gander it is neat), but otherwise this is wholesome and neat, perhaps 50% gay energy-

Aguni doesn’t get the chance to step into his apartment before he got a call, his phone vibrating rather exuberantly for 5 in the afternoon within his pocket. He sets down his groceries and pulls out the phone, a simple black flip phone as he didn’t really need to use it for much else. The number was all too familiar, Aguni pressing the answer button and holding it up to his ear.

“ Hello.”

“ Mori, hi! My good pal, best barbecue corn chip in my life, my beautiful-“

“ Get to the point Takeru.” Aguni takes his keys out of his pocket to unlock his door, Takeru humming nonchalantly.

“ Well, you know how I broke my arm last week?” Takeru chirps. Aguni answers with a simple short noise of acknowledgement, mentally imagining Takeru’s calm yet dopey smile on the other end.

Aguni remembered it quite well actually, briefly reminiscing as he opens his door and hauls his groceries inside. The two were actually out on a fishing trip together, although it was less for the fish and more for Takeru to hang out on a boat they rented all day wearing fishing hats that Takeru found in storage in the back of his shop. It was supposed to be a simple trip, catch some fish, drive around the lake, nothing tiring.

That is, until Takeru managed to hook in a monster one. The force of it yanking, coupled by him leaning a little too far (Aguni did try to warn him), led to him falling off and slamming his arm against some rocks that they were parked near.

The force managed to break it upon impact. It was a freak accident, but Aguni did have to get their driver to drive them back to the docks and call an ambulance for his friend. He had to hand it to Takeru though for keeping a brave face and not cry too loud as they used some ice from the fish cooler to keep it somewhat numb from pain until the paramedics arrived. Takeru did whine a little about the fish that stole his rod and how the day didn’t go as he hoped, but Aguni wasn’t focused on the results of the fishing trip. He somewhat knew Takeru was worried as well, but Takeru probably didn’t want to dwell on it and feel the effects more than if he focused on anything else.

The doctors said that it was a clean break, but he’s still need a cast to keep it in place, Takeru receiving all the instructions about how to care for it.

“ Well, you see….. I need to take a bath.” Takeru explains, Aguni saying nothing as he stocks his fridge and pantry, letting Takeru continue. “ And as you know full well, I can’t get my cast wet. Adding on to the fact that a I can only do so much with one arm…..”

Aguni swears he can hear Takeru pouting on the other end. He sighs, shutting his pantry and leans against the door. “ Do you need me to come over.”

“ Oh that would be wonderful. Yes, please do. I’ll be waiting!” Takeru hangs up, Aguni slipping his phone back in his pocket and walking right back to the front door. He leaves his apartment not even ten minutes of finally getting inside, and after locking the door Aguni makes the rather short distance to Takeru’s apartment. It was easier for them to live close to each other, even if it meant Aguni got minimal heads up before Takeru let himself in to his apartment.

Aguni enters with the spare key Takeru gave him when they first got the places, shutting the door behind him and switching to the fuzzy slippers that Takeru leaves for him and him only.

“ Mori!” Takeru peeks out from the hallway once Aguni comes in, waving with his free hand that was attached to his only good arm, Aguni not bothering to wave back as he closes the distance, Takeru smiling and dragging him to the bathroom.

The cast that rested in the sling was a soft red colour, which he insisted wasn’t just pink — not that Aguni cared, it was just a cast — and already covered in small doodles made by Takeru himself among other people that likely pitied Takeru’s poorly arm and wanted to decorate it. Even Aguni had something on there, on insistence of Takeru the day he got the cast done. It was a simple and poorly drawn flower done in black marker, but Takeru was happy with it. Compared to all the other, much more colourful and creative things that surrounded it, it almost looked like such a sad excuse for a doodle.

Still, Takeru assured him that he loved it. Aguni watches as Takeru pulls out a plastic bag and some rubber bands that he was going to use to cover the cast, sliding the bag over his right arm. Aguni didn’t have to be told anything as he grabs the bands and pulls them over the bag and cast, holding it firm so no moisture would accidentally get inside. It wasn’t too tight to cause his friend discomfort, and the two head together to the bathroom.

The bath, unsurprisingly, has already been run, Aguni dipping his finger in the still warm water. Takeru strips into nothing from him, and Aguni steps back to let him sink into the water, Takeru letting out a satisfied breath. “ Ah, this is nice~”

Aguni kneels down next to the tub and positions Takeru’s arm so it rested outside, Takeru grabbing a bottle from a metal rack that was within his arms reach. Takeru holds it out to Aguni with a smile, Aguni wordlessly uncapping it before pouring a little into the water and turning the faucet on again, bubbles soon emerging along with the scent of lavender and apples.

“ You are such a saint, Mori. Who knows how I would’ve survived without you in here!”

“ You would have done okay, you know.”

Takeru chuckles, leaning his head back and sinking further into the water, Aguni laying a hand on the arm that had to stay outside. “ Yes, but I would have felt oh so uncomfortable! Curse past me for getting bottles that don’t work with one hand.” He lays his other hand over his forehead as he lets his head loll to the side in anguish.

Aguni lets him be to soak for a bit, getting up and going through his friend’s rather extensive soap options. Unlike him, Takeru preferred to smell nice everyday instead of going about in a natural scent or, as Takeru calls it, ‘The artificial man scent of trying too hard sometimes’. He did own said artificial man in a bottle, but they were only for very specific uses.

“ Which one do you want today.” Aguni brushes his fingers through the bottle, Takeru humming as he thought.

“ Obviously something to pair with this!” Takeru splash taps the surface.

Aguni grabs a random bottle and holds it down to hover in front of Takeru’s face, not bothering to read the label or check if it paired. He didn’t even know what would pair with the bubble bath, Takeru was always the one that knew the answer and differences. All Aguni ever did in his own shower was a simple shampoo and body wash before leaving. Takeru had a ritual in his own bathroom, and Aguni barely could comprehend it outside of a lengthy process that Takeru religiously followed.

“ This is a body wash, Mori. Try again.” Takeru pushes the bottom of the bottle up, Aguni putting it back and choosing one that he actually read to be a shampoo.

“ Hmm….. not today, Mori. We’re going for a nice floral today, not woody.”

“ It’s both nature based. Smell like an apple tree today.”

Takeru snorts, Aguni putting the bottle back and choosing the next one that almost was promising. Takeru inspects it for a bit, before letting a pleased note out from his throat, Aguni kneeling back down and setting it on the bath mat. He grabs the shower head and guides it down to Takeru, reaching over and turning it on. Takeru lets out a sigh through his nose as Aguni starts washing his hair, Aguni staying steady and firm as he wetted Takeru’s locks. Setting the head down after turning it off, he opens the bottle and dispenses a fair amount before rubbing it in his hands, getting a good lather before massaging it into Takeru’s hair.

“ See Mori? How would I get such sublime treatment for my hair care by myself. You do it so well.”

“ Thank you. You could have at least tried by yourself.”

“ Mori I can’t simply get a good lather with one working hand.You, maybe, because you have less hair and the bathroom routine of the average male. I would not be surprised if you used your own hair as a method to work one up. Me? I could never. It would be like rubbing dish soap on a plate raw.”

Aguni nods, making sure to be thorough as Takeru liked it to be. He’s gotten enough lectures about his friend that he had a decent idea of what Takeru liked during bath time, or even a shower. To be honest, this wasn’t even his first rodeo of washing his friend’s hair, for many different reasons that always ended with a platonic bath or hair care.

“ Alright Mori, that’s enough. You’re gonna rub out too much oils at that rate.” Takeru tells him after a few more seconds, Aguni turning on the shower head once more and rinsing out the shampoo. Takeru quietly hums as he did so, and once Aguni was satisfied that he got it all, gets up and tries to find some conditioner for him. He finds it after a short look, kneeling down again as Takeru confirms that he took the correct bottle. Aguni squirts a fair amount into his palm and lathers it just like the shampoo, although it didn’t made suds as it simply spread it across his palm to apply to Takeru’s hair. He picks up the hair in sections and rubs conditioner into it, Takeru idly humming some tune that Aguni vaguely remembers.

He doesn’t register his own quiet singing along until Takeru joined in at the chorus. “ Stay with me~ 真夜中のドアをたたき~”

“ 帰らないでと泣いた…. あの季節が 今 目の前….. Stay with me…”

“ 口ぐせを言いながら 二人の瞬間を抱いて~”

“ まだ忘れず 大事にしていた….”

Takeru peeks at Aguni with a small smile, Aguni offering the slightest one of his own. He rinses off Takeru’s hair of the conditioner thoroughly as they both end up going through the rest of the song in a gentle duet, making sure not to leave a single strand unwashed of the product.

“ Now the body wash. Can you do it yourself since I did your hair?” Aguni asks, Takeru nodding and sitting up to reach for the loofah and grab some body wash in reach, using the edge of the tub to click the bottle open. Aguni still had to help him get the soap onto the mesh mass, but he at least could sit back and let Takeru finish by himself.

“ You can help yourself to a snack in the fridge, Mori. As thanks.” Takeru tells him as he scrubs himself, Aguni briskly nodding and leaving the bathroom. He washes his hands in case of any spare suds left on his hand before raiding Takeru’s fridge. He procures a single pear and stands in Takeru’s kitchen eating it — after he quickly rinsed it, like he should — until Takeru finally emerged, towel still on head as Takeru dried it one-handed and fluffy white robe around his frame and bagged cast.

“ That was a good bath~ Thank you ever so much~”

Aguni lets out a soft grunt noise in response, pear still in the stage of being dissected between Aguni’s teeth.

“ Oh, and while I heal, would you mind coming over ever so often to do it again? A man’s gotta keep his routine after all.”

Aguni breaks a piece the pear from its body and silently chews, staring at his friend idly smiling from where he stood, towel now draped over his shoulders.

Aguni swallows his pear, and after careful deliberation, offers a short nod.

[keigoloveminty]

Diamond

Plot: After getting her heartbroken for 6th times, y/n is finally done and decided to not even bother finding another one, she has more options than she thinks she has

Pairing/s: Hawks x Reader, Izuku x reader, Todoroki x reader, Shinsou x reader, Dabi x reader, Shigaraki x reader, Genten x reader, Aizawa x reader 

All characters are aged up to 25+ 

Warning: Mafia Au, LOV crew is soft to reader,(No Yandere’s just jealous and angry exes :>), also this is me not continuing my other fanfics-- please I just wanna finish it without having another idea again HAHAHHAHA (I have to finish a request as well :’>)

You weren't sure what you’ve done in the past month now, you’ve just got your heartbroken-- again and for the 6th time now. You didn’t know what to do so you just laid there in bed starring at the window that showed you it was broke daylight and here you were, covered in your huge fluffy blanket with blood shot eyes from crying last night, your eyes were still watery and a bit scratchy be honest. You really want to just get up and get ready for the day but you were starring at the window for the past 3 hours now, you woke up exactly at 5am and it was now 9:20 am, you’ve heard your phone go off a lot of times and made you irritated that you turned off your phone and setting up an alarm clock to wake you up early. You’ve just moved to your new place a couple weeks ago, for a normal person it would've took them months to get settled into a new space but due to your connections with Shigaraki, you both were very close and whenever you had a break-up you’ll always end up in his apartment picking up a new place for you and your shop to relocate at. You and Shigaraki go way back to grade school along with his friend named Dabi if you remembered correctly but you both didn't see each other everyday and if you did you guess he had time off from the ‘Family business’ he would always say to you. You didnt want to push the subject any further so you just nodded and never brought the subject up, you couldn't help but try to guess what family business you thought he had so you made it a personal goal to guess what kind of job he had. 

When you told him if he has a job that sold houses-- considering he would help you find one to your liking within a few hours of looking and then making sure there was someone to buy your old house and transferred the money to your account. All the houses were within your budget since your shop was really successful and you were glad you had something to distract you and keep you busy whenever you were going through a heartbreak, all the sweet and sugary things you baked and made made you temporarily forget the sadness but it takes times for you to heal on your own but as soon as you've had you 3rd break up you kind off found a few ways to heal. You were always the one who would confess first and the first one to get heartbroken as well, sometimes you didn’t know why or what have you done to even get dumped in the first place because you always made sure not upset them in any way. If they needed space then you would give them time to breath but then after days of not talking to them to give them space they were suddenly throwing themselves to another person and dumping you the next days, so whenever you fought with your partner you were already ringing up Shigaraki to find you a new place and reserving it for you.

You’ve moved to a lot of places with your parents back when they were still with you but now that they weren't with you since they died peacefully, you kept the shop that both of your parents build up and kept the business up and going. Shigaraki was always there by your side whenever you called and if not your both would talk to each other through the phone for hours until one of you has to go, you were always happy to talk to him whenever he had to vent up something when something happens in his ‘Family Business’. Back to the topic of this ‘Family Business’, there were months of you not meeting Shigaraki since he had to fly somewhere far from Japan which mean he had a different time zone than you. Dabi was a second option to hangout with but he was always not available every time you tried to call and tell him to hangout with you but whenever he did he would come in clothed fully for top to bottom, you guess it was because he had to cover the scars from his past that you refrained from asking him too much, back then he would always have his arms wrapped in bandages to school. When you would ask him he would always brush it off as ‘I fell down a stairs’ or ‘I accidentally used my quirk too much’ and you did know when he used his quirk it would cause his whole body to heat up causing his skin to be burned, Cremation is his quirk, a blue flame-- the hottest part of any flame. He always told you how much he didn’t really have a good relationship with his father and that he would always say that he’d one day leave his house and just crash with Shigaraki, you nod at this as you applied a clean bandage over his arms carefully.

In this current day of age, half of the people who had quirks were called special people and those who don't have a quirk were called quirkless people and at covered least 60% of the population while the other half were people with quirks. As soon as people with different types of quirks arise it shock the whole nation and caused both side to drift apart which cause chaos, the other side tried to fight and fend off the side that had quirks which didn’t ended well. As truce, an organisation was built to control people who would use their quirks for power, people with quirks who didn’t had the same idea with the idea of over throwing the people who didn’t had quirks went against their own kind and protected the ones who didn’t have quirks. So naturally they were praised by people and would call them ‘Heroes’ but that still wasn't enough seemingly as the people who had stronger quirks were on the other side, they called those people of that side Mafia’s or Yakuza’s. They didn’t like the thought of the government controlling them so they went against them, the world of mafia’s was something unknown to you and it wasn't like you didnt know them but you somewhat wanted to know what their world looked like. It’s hard to even spot someone who work is basically selling guns, drugs, killing people or anything that's deemed illegal. You were curious but you never tried to even look for one so you tend to just keep away from alley ways or even night outs since you’ve been told that it was dangerous out night, you got that from Shigaraki and Dabi as well as your other friends that you’ve befriended.

You were curious but you were not stupid enough to even seek out let alone coincidentally stumble upon one and you did not want that to happen, another ring sounds through the whole room and you looked at your table side. You reached out and grabbed it looking at the name, the brightness of your phone illuminating your whole face 

Keigo Takami 

You sighed and silenced your phone, you should changed your sim card and made sure to just save the ones you needed to save, you either have to tolerate your phone ringing every now and then, get a new phone and sim card or just completely destroy this phone and just get a new one but you didn’t want the hassle of buying a new phone anyway. You pushed the blanket off your whole body and stretched your arms and got off the bed and went straight to the bathroom and freshen up, there were still a lot of unpacked boxes that littered around the apartment some open some still sealed closed. You tipped toed around the boxes scattered around and finally you got to your bathroom, you flipped the lights on and looked at yourself through the mirror. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at the state you were in, you sighed and turned on the faucet to wash your face and remove whatever dirt was on your face. After that you ran a warm shower, being generous with the shampoo for your long hair, scrubbing your scalp then rubbing the ends of your hair, next is conditioner. You washed off the conditioner then grabbed a loofa and scrubbed off all the dead skin, you washed your whole body then turning the shower off, you grabbed the towel from the counter and wrapped it around your body, blow dried your hair then stepped out of the room to find something to wear. You walked in front of your closet and just grab what ever you see first, you grabbed a medium sized polo-- your guessing it was from Dabi sleeping over for awhile and forgot to bring it back with him-- and a high waisted shorts. You weren't sure if you’ll step outside from your apartment since you weren't even finish putting the shop up, arranging your cooking appliances downstairs from your three story building-- thank Shigaraki for giving you such nice places to stay at. 

At first you were a bit skeptical of choosing this place but Shigaraki told you this one had a lot more room and floors for you to decorate and do whatever you want. The building was three stories high, on the first floor you had your bakery shop, on the second floor is where your home is with plenty of and on the third floor is the roof top. You haven’t started any decorating on the roof top you might just use it as a place just to chill and maybe just plant some flowers or maybe vegetables and fruits or maybe you’ll just put up a table and a couple of chairs for you to just chill there whenever you feel like you need to take a break. The rent for this building was reasonable enough for to rent it, due to the money your receiving from your ‘distant relatives’, you’ve never talked to them all you had was a two credit cards where they sent you more than enough money to spend on something every month. If your lucky they might send you twice the amount next month or send more money on the 3rd week of each month, that's all the connection you had with them you didn’t even know where they even live so as much as you want to thank them for being so generous in sending you money. You sat in front of your vanity and grabbed you brush and started brushing your long silky hair, after you ran your finger through your hair you picked up a hair tie and put your hair up in a high ponytail, you placed your brush down making sure pull out the hairs that were stuck in the brush and threw it straight to the trash. You looked on the table searching for any accessory that you could wear, moving both your hands to searching for anything, after looking around your eyes locked on a slick black box. You reached for it and opened it slowly, the box held a precious Diamond crystal necklace and two diamond earrings in heart form, you picked the earrings up and decided to just wear that. That was a gift from Shigaraki for your 24th birthday last year, you smiled at the memory and stood up from your seat and fixed some of your baby hairs that framed your face, you looked at the time 11:20 am. You sighed and smiled and raised both of your arms,”Okay! Its time to finish the shop!”

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You swiped the sweat that formed on your forehead as you carried the last box of your baking ingredients to the back, the shop was just about ready to open since Dabi finished putting up all the table and chairs, the small vases on the table, the picture frames, set up the display glass that will show case your delicious sweets and lastly your cash register. Meanwhile you were working at the back placing where all the cooking utensils, bowls, mixers will be, Dabi also help you with that once he was done in the front. You placed all the last ingredients, you did one look around the place and let out a happy sigh and leaned back on the marbled table,”You certainly finished all work now did ya’ doll?”, you let out a scream and looked at the direction where the voice was. You let a breath of relief when you saw who it was,”Dabi can't you please tell me when you decide to visit me? I could've hit you with a spatula..”, you crossed your arms in front of you and pouted looking at him. Dabi rolls his eyes and zips down his black hoodie,”I thought you got used to me popping up now and then, sorry about that doll”, his nickname to you back in high school, you liked it so you didnt complain. “You need something? I could bake your favourite dessert if you want?”, You asked him as you walk to get the ingredients, he stops you by reaching your arm and grabbing it softly. You looked at him with a questioning look,”Hm? What is it, Dabi?”, you turned you whole body to face him, he looks straight into your e/c eyes with his teal eyes. His eyes narrows his eyes when he picks up those almost unnoticeable eye bags as moves closer to your face, you noticed he was starring too much at you, you turned you head away not noticing a small smirk from Dabi but quickly as it came it disappeared into a small frown,”Sorry I could've been there to comfort you its just that.. my job called me right the time I thought I had a day off”, he apologises. His hand that was on your arm slowly slides up to cup you cheeks, his thumb caresses you soft cheek, you leaned into his soft touch and closed your eyes. 

Dabi smiles and gentle pulls your head to rest into his warm embrace, your arms wrapped around his waist as you hurried you face into his chest as he pats your head. You smiled feeling warm and cozy in his arms, because of Dabi’s quirk his whole body was warm and you really liked it,”As much as I like you hugging me, wanna get out if here and just walk around the city?”, he asks you. You looked up to look at him,”Sure! I plan on checking the area out anyways before the sun come down and I have to retreat back to my bed”, you moved away from him gesturing Dabi to follow you to the front of the shop, he follows right behind you to the front door. You switch off the light in the shop and closed the door and locked it, putting the keys away you looked at Dabi who had his hoodie up and zipped up to his mouth. You smiled and jogged to his side and matching his pace,”So where do you want to go? I’m pretty new to this area and I heard from Shigraki that you guys live around this area, I’m hearing a sleepover”, You happily jumped and nudge your elbow on Dabi’s arm. Dabi gives you a side eyes look and rolls his eyes playfully,”I don't mind but my job lovesss love calling me whenever I'm relaxing and its my day ooff”, Dabi held his hands up to his chest and lets out a “enthusiastic”  ‘yay’ that made you laugh. That being said you didn’t know what Dabi’s job is either, you didn’t know Toga’s, Bubugiwara’s, Miss Magne’s, She Astuhiro-- you knew none of what their job was but you do know what Shigaraki’s job and thats basically it. You’ve asked them a lot of times but all you got was--

“My job? How silly n/n-chan, a woman never tells her secrets”, Toga replies grinning looking at you,’ehehehe.. a stripper maybe?’, you brushed off the thought and just nodded

“Eh? My job? Hmm I dint think you should know Yeah! A precious gem like you shouldn’t know! Dont want you to be tainted cause Shigaraki might have our head! Soowwyy precious diamond!”,Bubugiwara and his other half says,’He cant tell me.. and Shigaraki might have his head? what does he mean by that?’, you just gave a short nod and sipped on your f/d drink.

“Hm, my job you say. Sorry sweetheart but I cant tell you that, as much as I want to, Dia. My job is quite complicated I dont want you to get into my mess”, Miss Magne says as she pats your head and hands you a creampuff,”Wanna try my latest flavour though? I heard you love strawberries!”, she smiles. You returned the smile and took a bite from the creampuff and tasting the strawberry flavour,’So Magne won't tell me as well, what does she mean by ‘I dont want you to get into my mess’??’, you smiled back at her,”I love it!! Please teach me how to make this creampuffs!”, Miss Magne is the one that teaches you how to cook desserts and give you new ideas

“I’m not telling Y/n, even if you bother me everyday..”, Genten says sipping on his hot chocolate, you pouted and crossed your arms looking at him with a dejected expression,”Not even a hint?”, you pressed on waiting for his answer. You looks at you with his silver eyes,”...No”, you slumped down the couch he sat on till your legs hit the floor,”Ughhh... none of you guys tell me what your job iisss, is your job that scary that might scare me?”, you asked again looking at Geten again. You both starred at each other for a whole minute, Genten was the first to look away,”No comment..”, you let out another grumble crossing your arms 

“My sweet Diamond, i’am afraid I can not tell you what my job it”, you let out a loud groan,”You too Atsu-kun? What does a girl like me have to do to know what your jobs are...”, you pouted slumping your arms on top of the table. He laughs as he cooks a sip from his tea,”Shigaraki has told me you’ve asked the whole group, its a good thing he told us all”, you looked up to his face lazily and   twitched your eyes clearly annoyed,”All I know is Shigaraki’s job..”, you looked to your side hiding your annoyed expression. Atsuhiro flinched at this but you didnt saw this,”.. which is selling houses”, he breaths out not knowing he held his breath. You looked back at him with an eyebrow raised,”This tea is absolutely Devine!”, you looked at him straight face. “.. ... you always order the same tea Atsu--”  “Devine!!”

“Heyyy Dabi! I was wondering if--”, before you could finish your sentence, Dabi presses his forehead against yours,”Not telling, Doll”, he sings the word doll. You pulled yourself backwards, your face flushing red. “I haven’t even finished yet!!”, You shake on his shoulders, he shrugs and just pats your head,”You want an answer?”, you shook your head up and down trying to not to look too excited. He grabs your shoulder and moves his face close to your ear,”I strip my clothes for money--”, Your whole body froze. Face getting red each second, he pulls back to look at you, he pulls back laughs at your expression,”O-oh.. okay then..”, Dabi hunches his body forwards holding his stomach, slapping his thigh,”I’m joking Doll, also not telling”, you hit his head with an angry expression.

Those were all the responses they gave you were all the same, they would not answer you nor give you a hint but rather something that gave it away. With those evidences you could try to piece things together to find your answer, you were suddenly pulled out of thoughts when you felt Dabi tapped your shoulder. You looked up to face him,”We’re almost near a cafe, it looks packed too but I heard the sold really good crepes too, in all kinds of flavours as well”, he says pulling you to the cafe takin the open seat outside the cafe. You both sat down and wait for a waiter to give you a menu, as quickly as you both sat a waiter comes up and gives you a menu,”Hello there and well some to Sweet Parade, My names Mary and I'll be your waitress for this afternoon. I shall comeback shortly to take your order”, She places both menu’s down in front of you both, bowed and walked away. You picked up the menu and scanned each dish, moving on to the next page, then the next page, next, next-- you got to the end of the menu and placed it down then closed it. You looked back at Dabi who was struggling to even pick what he wanted to order,”You still looking?”, you asked him, he grumbles out flipping to the next page. “The letters are so small, there's too many things in the menu, can’t choose anything..”, he says as he flips to the next page. You opened your menu again and asked him,”What are you craving right now?”, you asked him. Dabi closes the menu and looks at you with a smirk,”I’m pretty sure you know what I want, we’ve been friends for so long. Right now I guess I’m craving something hot and cheesy and something fizzy to wash all that grease down--”, as soon as he says that, your eyes shined a faint red. You scanned each page reading each letter, trying to match Dabi’s preference, not staying more than 10 seconds on each page you flipped to the next page.

You then closed the menu again and told him the food that might match his preference,”They pizza in different flavours on page 5 and a couple of fizzy drinks in the last page--”, you looked at him, you original e/c eyes shined. Dabi smirks at this and rests chin on his hand,”What kind of flavours and what fizzy drinks?”, you narrowed your eyes at this and sighed. You opened your mouth sand told him all the flavour the cafe had in detail and the drinks as well, Dabi’s eyes weren't on you but rather behind the servers who looked at you with eyes wide as plates when they heard you recite the dishes when you just glanced at each page for a brief moment,”--and lastly they have sprite, coke and Diet Coke. Now are we ready to order? I’m kinda hungry”, you huffed and crossed your arms. Dabi gestures the waitress to get their orders. She quickly walks to your table taking your order,”Hello there again, are we ready to place your orders?”, Dabi waves his hands fro you to go first,”Thank you, I’ll have the strawberry crepe and strawberry milkshake please”, you told her, she juts down your order then looks at Dabi,”I’ll have your pepperoni pizza and a coke-- not diet”, you giggled at this and playfully rolled your eyes. The waitress hums and writes down her paper,”Okay, your orders will be up in 30 minutes or less”, she bows done and left with your orders. Dabi leans back and groans,”30 minutes? I’am not leaving a tip..”, you laughed and looked at the people walking around the cafe, its was 4 pm and at this time people were leaving their work to either go home or just hangout around with friends or family. “By the way.. you free tonight doll?”, you turned your head to Dabi. “Well now that the shops done I guess I'm free but I wont be opening my doors till next week cause I’ll have to wake up early for that”, you say tilting your head to the side

“Why the sudden question?”, you asked him. Dabi makes eye contact with you for a second looks at the large glass window of the cafe,”Theres a party-- a real fancy party thats going to be held in a large indoor venue and I want you to go with me. Its totally fine if you dont want to though..”, his voice got quiet till the end but you could still hear him. He looks at your expression to see if you would agree and soon enough he saw your eyes had stars, he must be seeing things,”A fancy party?! I've never been to those kinds of things-- wait is this part of your job? Is it? Is it?!”, you stood up from your seat both hands on the table and leaned forward to Dabi. Dabi clears his throat and tells you to sit down, you sat down pushing your chair forwards waiting for his reply,”Some parts of it IS my job, so you wanna go or what--”, you slammed your hands on the table,”YES!! I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go--”, you chanted looking at him with eyes shining. Dabi holds his hand up, you stopped and looked at him,”Okay then, You better eat fast then cause the party’s is at 7pm and the venue is pretty far”, you nod at this nearly jumping out of your seat again. You begun thinking what should you even wear at the party-- wait you have to ask him that,”Wait- how exactly were you invited to this party? Also what should I wear?”, you asked him. “First, Shigaraki was suppose to tell you this but he has shit to get done for his Family business--”

‘There's that word again-- wait Shigaraki?? Did his employer invited him to their party??’,You raised an eyebrow looking at Dabi,”Shigaraki? who's holding the party Dabi?”, you asked, Dabi rolls his eyes at this,”Its Shigaraki doll, he’s.. job gets him to places I guess..”,he says he shift his eyes to your side. “Also our orders are here now”, you looked behind you and saw a serve with your orders. “Here you go Maam, Sir. Please enjoy your order”, you thanked the server and looked at your strawberry crepe and strawberry milkshake. You looked towards Dabi’s order that almost took the whole table,”You.. going to finish that--”

“Every last bite of it”

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You sat in front of the vanity doing your make up, Dabi went back to his apartment to get suited up for the occasion and said he’ll pick you up around 6pm. You were doing a simple make up since Dabi told you not to glam up too much,”Okay.. then some red lipstick blended outwards for a gradient effect”, you blended it out with a lip brush. Curled your lashes and put mascara on, a light blush on your cheeks, you smiled as you looked at your work through the mirror. You were wearing a the Diamond necklace and the earrings from what you've wore earlier, you wore a short dress that huge your body tight was covered in gems with a plunging v-neck and spaghetti straps tied at your neck. You didnt know what do to with your hair and since the dress was open at the back you might want to stick close to Dabi,”Well aren't you looking dolled up, you look hella sexy doll”, you wipped your face to look behind you, you sighed as it was just Dabi,”Seriously Dabi? Again? I didnt here the door open--”, you blushed as you looked at him, he wore a dark blue dress pants, black vest, white buttoned up sleeves and a red neck tie,“You look... amazing”,you looked away rubbing your arms. Dabi throws his coat on the bed and grabs your arm,”I’ll do your hair, you have a curler with you?”, he lets you sit in front of your vanity again. You pointed at the third drawer, he reaches for the third drawer and pulled out the curler and plug it in, as it was heating up he grabs the brush and brushes the tangles, he bunches up the hair for a high ponytail like what your had earlier. He tightens the hair tie and grabs the curler and curls the ends softly once he was done he grabs some of the hair behind the ponytail and used it to cover the hair tie and pins it down. 

He uses a bit of hairspray to keep the baby hairs down, he takes a step back and admires his work,”Perfect.. you have your shoes on?”, he asks you. You stood up and walked to your closet,”Yup! Its right at the bottom of the closet--”,  Dabi stops you and tells you to sit down,”Actually I have something to match that outfit, finally”, he brings out a black shoebox. You eyes widen as he opens it, its a 4 inch heel covered in gems that probably cost three times more than the money you received from your distant relatives,”I-is this a part two to the dress I’m wearing right now?”, the dress you were wearing was a gift from Dabi for your birthday last year. Dabi grins as he holds up on pair,”Yup now show me those pretty feet of yours”, you rolled your eyes. Dabi-- or rather all of them treated you like a princess or like a diamond they would say and call you that sometimes. He places the first pair on you and then the second, he places your feet down,”They are the right size right?”, he asked as he holds out a hand to which you grabbed and pulls you to stand up. You almost stumbled backwards if it wasn't for Dabi grabbing your waist to steady yourself,”T-thank you and yes they are the right size, we should probably get going right?”, you told him. Dabi--still has his arm around you reaches for his coat,”Yep and I can tell we both are going to be late, Shigaraki might not like this”, you both walked out of your apartment. As you walked out of the back door and though the alleyway to the front your flinched at what you saw, a sleek jet black sports car. You turned your head to Dabi in surprise,”We-- thats-- umm.. are we??”, he quickly pulls you towards the car,”No time doll, good thing I brought this instead, we need a miracle to get there in a few minutes, now get in”, he opens the door and you entered inside the warm seat. The drivers door opens and Dabi steps in and closes the door,”You ready Y/n?”, you nod as you fastened your seatbelt,”You better hold on tight cause I’am not slowing down.”, he turns on his car with his is keys, change his gear and steps on the pedal.

[girlpornparadise]

Chances (pt 3)

Pairing: Esteban/f!Reader (There is a New World Somewhere - Maurice Compte)

Word Count: ~1800

Smut warning: Yup.

Personal ramble: My walking disaster deserves all the love and laid he can handle. Fight me.

Part 1 here         Part 2 over here

You think the water is slightly too hot for your liking, but consider it may just be added heat radiating off of you both. Though sated, your naked bodies are once again pressed together and your lips massage each other's. You taste the salt running off of him and rub your hands over his slick skin. The desperation has subsided and you can express bare affection freely. You touch and nip playfully at each other while you replace the scent of passion with the scent of passionfruit body wash. You giggle to yourself at the contrast between the masculine scent he entered your home with and the girly products he's now covering himself in. You are both a bit giddy, so he doesn't ask what's so funny. Instead he paws at your soapy breasts as you rub a glob of conditioner out of his hair. Once you're both clean and sufficiently dried, you lead him to your bed, where he holds you against himself under the covers. 

***

When you awake in the morning you hear a flush from the bathroom and it takes a moment to remember why. He reenters the bedroom, having collected his clothes from the livingroom and dressed himself. "I'm regretting my choice of underwear, or I guess lack thereof right about now."

You giggle and accidentally snort, covering your muzzle with your hand in embarrassment. He walks over to the bed and kisses your forehead. "I've got some deadlines I've got to meet today. But maybe I can stop by for more dessert later?" 

"Yeah, I did bake an entire cake." You remind him.

"I wasn't talking about the cake." And he smiles, dimples on full display.

As he turns to leave, you stand up, morning sun highlighting your every naked curve. He pauses to take it in and you seize the opportunity to pull him into a kiss. He tastes like spearmint gum, presumably from the pack in his pocket, and you realize to your horror that you must have atrocious morning breath. When he pulls away after a few moments of tender contact, you are the one chewing the gum.

"I think you need it more." He winks. 

God that wink.

You take a couple of exaggerated chomps of the gum to taunt him and smile widely. He gives you a once over, arches his eyebrow approvingly, and takes his leave.

The day goes by at a lazy pace. Now that the proposal is finished, you really don't know what to do with yourself. You dip into the souvenir tea your mother sent you from one trip or another and enjoy it while absentmindedly playing Words with Friends. Your words are embarrassingly low scoring for a teacher, but your mind keeps wandering to last night and how well everything went. Too well? You ask yourself. A man who looks like that probably eats a lot of cake so to speak. But he did ask to come over again. You lean into the optimism as you lose another game. Putting down the phone and draining your mug, you decide to go for a walk instead of questioning your good fortune.

The day gives way to evening, though you're not quite sure where it went. You only notice the time because your phone buzzes. It's Esteban.

Another article in the bag, with an hour to spare.

Well done. Did you want some cake? Or were you looking to otherwise occupy your tongue?

I was thinking about staying in tonight actually.

Your heart sinks.

I was thinking about staying in your bed until the sun comes up tomorrow. 

That same death stare you gave him when he teased you for the first time flashes across your face, but gives way to laughter. You can't help but forgive a tease.

Well, you can cum anytime.

I can flirt too, you figure.

Not before you I hope. On my way.

You let him have the last word as you smile to yourself and straighten up around you a little.

He arrives shortly after. When you open the door, he leans in and pecks you on the cheek. He's carrying beer this time. 

"I appreciate a man who always comes bearing alcohol. But are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Do I need to?"

"Absolutely not." You pull him in by his t-shirt and kiss him lightly on his smiling lips.

You slowly drag him across the threshold into your place. He breaks away from you to set the beer down on the dining room table.

Grabbing you by the shoulders he leans in and kisses you properly this time and his beard tickles against your chin. Your hands find his chest and paw at his t-shirt. 

Gliding your hands to the back of his neck, your fingers just brush the base of his hairline and you swipe your thumb across his tense neck muscles. He strains to devour you, and you pull his lips to yours hungrily until the pressure is almost too much. As you retreat and gasp for air he takes the opportunity to back you towards the sofa, and with a little more force than he meant to he pushes you down onto the cushions. As you bounce slightly you're reminded of this man's strength and how you want him to use it to take you as he pleases.

Lowering himself in front of the couch, he kneels at your feet. Your breathing is heavy in the quiet of the evening and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. With his strong hands on your thighs he gazes into your eyes. You find yourself drowning in his stunning brown depths as you see his needs and wants mirroring your desires. His tongue darts out slightly to moisten his lips and you gasp at the implication.

With purpose, he hooks his hands into the waistband of your leggings and as you arch your back, he pulls them down to your knees. With his right hand he removes them completely while his left hand palms your outer thigh.

Tossing your leggings aside, he parts your legs. He hums approvingly at the sight of your soaked through panties and rubs the wet patch with his rough thumb. As he circles your most sensitive spot, his eyes return to yours. Your mouth agape, panting, you catch one corner of his mouth twitch upwards and the matching mischievous smile in the corner of his eyes. You watch as his long lashes bow down with his gaze as his concentration returns to your increasing slickness.

With another decisive movement, he hooks your panties and as you squirm, he removes them. You are spread, wide and bare to his touch. He kneads at your inner thighs, circling closer and closer to your core. As he leans in, you shift forward on the couch, slouching into his hot breath and wanting mouth. His thumbs swipe further inwards until they brush at your lips. He parts them, opening you to his mouth. With a torturously slow movement he licks you, his tongue wide and flat against your wet center, dragging a whimper from deep inside of you. As the tip of his tongue reaches your mound you throw your head back and exhale a breaking cry. He licks and laps at your lips as the heat rises through your body. You rest one hand gently atop his crown and let your fingertips explore the soft waves of his hair. He hums against you making your hands tremble and hips buck. 

He hooks your knees over his strong shoulders so that he can increase the pressure of his tongue. As he does so he takes a moment to regard your expression, and he finds you mouthing "oh god, oh god," a prayer to continued pleasure. His mouth returns to its mission and he increases the pace. Placing his hands firmly on your hip bones, he stills your rocking as you strain against his strength. 

You can feel the heat rise through you as he presses into your bud and you whimper and moan. Your entire body spasms as you orgasm floods you and you unintelligibly scream. 

Exhausted, you lean back. Esteban comes into view as he stands and wipes his mouth with his forearm. His expression is still one of hunger despite making a meal of you. You hear his zipper before you lean forward to see him remove his jeans. The bulge in his boxer briefs is intimidating and despite your body relaxing from its exertions, you feel your core clench, begging to be filled. 

The underwear is quickly discarded and his full length is taken in by your wide eyes. You tentatively reach out to touch it, but his hands wrap easily around your wrists, forcing them back against the couch. He bends down and aligns himself with your center, and with force enters your body. He lets out a huff as he does so, and you gasp at his warmth filling you. His hips begin to rock and he leans down and kisses you with the same strong determination as all of his movements. His rough exertion rocks through you and the couch shakes beneath you as he grunts with effort. He releases your wrists so he can grab your hips and slam into your core.

He rests his forehead on yours as he folds you in half to thrust deeper inside of you. As he reangles your body, he presses into your spot and you glow with your building need. He is huffing and thrusting, you are moaning and rocking.

You grip his biceps to steady yourself as his punishing thrusts bring you to another peak. He raises himself and as your head lolls to the side you see his jaw clench and his eyes squeeze shut. With a grunt and a cracked cry he releases himself. 

Your breathing slows as does his. He cleans himself off and passes you some tissues. He leans back on the couch and you curl into his side. He smooths your hair as you run your nose lightly along his angled jawline. He kisses your forehead and you sigh.

He holds you to him for a while and you wonder if the passage of time is even real when one is so happy. When he shifts to get off the couch, you grab the fuzzy blanket off the arm and wrap it around you. 

He returns with a beer for each of you. Placing them down on the coffee table he tries to wrestle the blanket away from you until laughing, you reach an agreement to share it. You take the opportunity to go retrieve a couple of pieces of cake, which admittedly don't go well with the beer, and you both eat and drink, cuddled in a comfortable silence. 

[cinnamon-roll-seth]

De-Stressor (Smut) || John B Routlesge

Request by @obxsstuff: Heyy, can you please do a john b imagine with a smutty ending? (A/N: this is literally the first time I’ve tried writing smut so I hope it’s not too cringey!)

Warning: SEX.

In the two years that you and John B had been dating the two of you had hardly ever fought. Until his dad’s disappearance that is. Now he’s always stressed and irritable, it doesn’t take much to anger him and then an argument happens.

You’d just gotten back to the chateau from working a double at The Wreck and were exhausted and felt nasty. You just wanted to take a shower and go to bed but almost as soon as you’d walked through the door he started picking a fight about the stupidest little thing.

After about ten minutes of yelling back and forth you put up a hand to stop him, “You know what, I’m not doing this with you right now. I’m going to shower.”

You went into his room to grab some clothes. Your parents traveled a lot and didn’t trust you to stay home alone so you stayed at the chateau most nights. Six months into dating John B had cleared out the top drawer of his dresser and half of his closet for you to keep some of your clothes there.

“Y/N, we’re not done talking about this,” Your boyfriend called as he followed you into the room.

“Yes we are John B. I’m not arguing with you anymore.” You pushed past him and into the bathroom where you slammed the door, setting your clothes down on the closed toilet seat before turning the hot water on and stepping in.

You stepped underneath the steaming water and just let it run over you, instantly relaxing as you felt you muscles loosen from the draining day. You ran a hand through your soaked hair, not hearing the bathroom door open. You hear the curtain peel back and then close as you felt your boyfriend’s presence behind you.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” You say softly.

“Me neither,” He mumbles, stepping forward to lean his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your torso, “I’m sorry. I just had a bad day, I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“I know you didn’t my love. It’s alright.”

“How was work?” He asks genuinely.

“Stressful. We had like three people who didn’t show up so we were super understaffed and it was so busy. I almost dropped like five different trays, got yelled at by some stupid tourons, accidentally dumped milkshake all over my uniform about an hour in and had to use an extra on of Kie’s, cried in the bathroom for a half an hour. Then Rafe and Topper came in and we’re being assholes.” You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck, “How about you? Why’d you have a bad day?”

“Doesn’t matter anymore. Sounds like you need to de-stress,” He grabs your shampoo, opening the bottle and squirting some onto your head, massaging it in gently. You melt into him as he continues to lather up the soap. It’s such a simple gesture but it feels so nice.

“God I could get used to this.” You moan as he laughs lightly. He then works on massaging the shampoo out of your hair under the warm water.

You grab his shampoo but he pushes your hand away, “No. I already showered this morning, it’s your turn to get pampered.”

John B grabs your conditioner, squeezing a huge amount onto his hand and rubbing it into your hair before squirting some of your body wash onto your washcloth.

He keeps his eyes trained on your face as he runs the soapy cloth over your body, watching as you close your eyes in content. After the last sud has ran off he works on washing the conditioner out of your hair. He pouts when you reach up to help him, knowing that it’s not going to come all the way out with his gentle scrubbing.

One you’re all clean and relaxed the two of you stare at each other lovingly for a few moments. You were a bit sad that your shower was over and longed to have his hands massaging your head again. What you didn’t know is that John B wasn’t done treating you.

You look up at him as his eyes trail down to your breasts. He grabs your hips lightly, slowly leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. Your hand tangles into his wet curls and you suck in a breath, closing your eyes as he begins to gently swirl your tongue around it. He lowers one of his hands down low, gently pushing your legs apart so he can start rubbing between your folds, quickly locating your clit.

“John B,” You murmur softly, gripping onto him as he increases his speed. You moan lightly, digging your hands further in his hair, your eyes rolling back with pleasure.

He continues for a few minutes before suddenly standing up, reaching back to shut off the shower before gently lifting you into his arms so your legs are wrapped around his waist. He steps out of the shower and carries you into his bedroom, laying you down on the bed. You’re so glad that the pogues are all busy and wouldn’t be just walking into the chateau as they normally would.

“Spread your legs baby girl,” John B tells you softly and you obey, moving your legs to the side so he can lean in close. He makes eye contact for a second causing you to shiver as you feel his warm breath against your sensitive core.

Finally he leans in and attaches his lips to your clit, sucking lightly while reaching up to gently push his middle finger into your soaking wet hole. You fall back onto the bed, moaning as his tongue swirls around your throbbing clit and he falls into a fast paced rhythm with his finger, quickly adding another.

“Oh my god, John B,” You breathe as he continues steadily. After a couple minutes he removes his fingers, slipping his tongue in in their place. You grab the bed sheets tightly, continuing to moan in pleasure.

You don’t say it but he senses when you’re close and quickly stands up, crawling onto the bed and hovering above you, “Does that make you feel good?”

You nod furiously and he smirks, proud of himself, “Good. I’m gonna make you feel so good baby girl.”

You gasp quietly, grabbing onto his shoulders as he lines his throbbing erection up to your hole, slowly pressing into you. He starts slow, gradually getting faster until he’s pumping into you at a steady speed while you grip his shoulders in pleasure.

“God you’re so beautiful,” He mumbles, leaning down to kiss your lips while continuing to fuck you.

When he feels himself start to get close he reaches down and begins rubbing your clit again, unwilling to let himself cum while you don’t. It’s one of the things you loved about John B, he always made sure you were satisfied.

The two of you moaned loudly as you rode out your orgasms. He gently pulled out and laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms as you both breathed heavily. You looked up at him as he moved your damp hair out of your face, leaning down to softly kiss you.

“You feel better?” He asks, staring at you lovingly.

“So much better. Best de-stressor ever,” You smile.

I have no words about how I feel about this imagine so imma just leave this here 💀 btw you’re on birth control in this imagine which is why he isn’t shy about cumming inside 😉 always use protection kids!

[ajokeformur-ray]

Hey we talked earlier. I just wanted to send my request before I forget. Can you write a fluff piece where the reader has an emotional break down and Arthur comforts her? One day it gets to be too much. She screams and starts to cry. Arthur comforts her, helps her get a bath and cuddles in bed with her. Thanks so much ❤️

Hi, my love! Yes, I remember asking you to send this in to me so I didn’t accidentally forget about it - it’s so hard to keep track of DMs and I really appreciate you taking the time to send this in to me.  I’m really sorry that I wasn’t able to get this out to you in time, life has been... quite difficult lately and it’s gotten in the way of things I want to do. I hope you like this, darling, and that things get better for you!💚

TW; dissociative tendencies, general sadness, non-sexual nudity (Arthur gives you a bath), ONE reference to being suicidal right at the end of this piece (Arthur’s thoughts; canon). If you think that any of these warnings may negatively affect you in any way then please consider skipping this piece. Take care of yourselves, loves!

Word count: 2, 874. 

You could feel how close you were to breaking down. It was approaching you a little bit closer every single day and at this point, there was little to nothing which could be done to stop it from happening. You were too far gone and, if you were really being truthful with yourself, you didn’t want to even try to stop it from happening. What was the point? It would happen whether you wanted it to or not, such was the stage you had reached within yourself. You didn’t have the time to break down emotionally, but that was the difficult thing about feelings. They demanded to be felt and you could only wait it out and hope that the resulting destruction wasn’t the wrong kind of chaos.

You knew not when the oncoming storm would become the incoming storm, but you knew, somewhere deep inside your tormented soul, that it wouldn’t be long. You could feel yourself beginning to crack around your rough edges. You could feel the world becoming both too loud and yet too quiet. Everything was muted by the roaring of blood in your ears and yet heightened was it in sound by the pounding in your head, which only made you more susceptible to headaches caused by stress. When Arthur touched you, it was like electricity was crawling across the surface of your skin. You were hyper aware of every moment during which his arm brushed against you when he walked past you in the apartment; the touch both accidental but also something which Arthur needed so that he knew you were right there beside him. When someone spoke, it was too loud and yet too quiet. Whenever you had a moment to yourself, you became aware of how desperately you needed to cry, to scream out to the world about your pains.

You felt invisible...

... But not alone.

Never were you alone when you were with Arthur. You had known great loneliness in your life, and horrible bouts of isolation when situations and circumstances bigger than you had taken your loved ones away from you for who knew how long, but since the day you had met Arthur, a seemingly ordinary way which had witnessed the very birth of serendipity, you hadn’t ever felt truly alone. Even in your perceived invisibility were you seen by him, just as you were the only one to see him when he, too, thought himself to be invisible.If anyone understood what you were going through, it was Arthur. He, who had been so abused, neglected and mistreated in multiple ways across his three decades and some of life. He, who had been tried and tested, used up and left for dead. He... who held your battered heart in the palms of his weathered hands and desperately tried to help you with the strength of his death defying love for you. There was nothing which Arthur wouldn’t do for you, just as there was nothing which you wouldn’t do for him, and each and every day did the two of you prove this depth of love to the other person.

You were this close to breaking down emotionally. You both hoped that you were alone when the storm tailored to your experiences hit, and wished that Arthur was there to see it happen so that he could be there for you. All, if not most, of the old wives’ tales which you had been raised on had even a small amount of truth to them, and so you should have known to be careful what you wish for. 

In the end, all it took was for Arthur to look at you.

There was nothing... special about the look on his face. He just glanced over at you from where he was stood in the living room, his sea green eyes sought out your own and... you lost the fight. Your breath caught in your throat and you coughed a little, as if to clear your airways. But there was nothing to be cleared. Your breath caught again and your sharp inhale made Arthur’s gaze sharpen as he looked at you, as he really looked at you. He had known that something wasn’t right, he had known that you were suffering, but he also knew you well enough to know that he couldn’t push you to tell him. With patience and persistence and a great deal of worry had Arthur simply waited for the inevitable, just as you had. All at once did everything come crashing down and Arthur saw the precise second that your ceramic mask, the one you put on every day before you left the apartment, slipped off your face and shattered all over the floor into a thousand pieces. A scream had an ice cold grip around your tried heart and it clawed its way up to your throat, up, up. It was right on the tip of your tongue and you clamped a hand down over your mouth to muffle the desperate noise which escaped you.

Arthur’s dark brows were furrowed and almost touching, so deep was his concern for you, and he cooed in understanding. “Oh, Y/N,” Arthur opened his arms, ready to welcome you home. His tone was soft and his words were gentle. Arthur was everything you needed in this moment but his sympathy, as warm as summer, only made you feel worse, somehow. You took one step forward, and then another, and a paragraph from a page in Arthur’s journal which you had accidentally read once slipped into your mind just as you fell into Arthur’s arms. Step step step step step. “Come here, darling. I’m here. Not going anywhere.” You remained in Arthur’s arms for only a few moments, tears beginning to blur your vision. The urge to scream was still there, but you didn’t give into it. Instead, you found yourself wanting to cry. It was a more peaceful mode of self-expression and you tried to be casual in the way you swiped a hand over your face. But Arthur knew you like he knew the backs of his veiny, weathered hands, and he saw you. “Why don’t we get you a bath, hm?” You nodded, your breaths coming faster now, and quicker. Arthur shushed you gently and his thin lips, cool to the touch, pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your temple. 

You closed your eyes to fully enjoy and to take in Arthur’s gentle, tender affections, and the man cooed in sympathy once more as he walked with you to the bathroom. His steps were slow and measured and you thought that you picked up on his humming of Slap that Bass, though you were unsure due to how beautifully off-key Arthur was. Your own mind seemed far away and yet so close to you and through a television screen did you watch Arthur turn the taps, the tendons in his wrists so prominent as they seemed to almost protrude through his skin. Oh, how badly you wanted to press a kiss to his pulse point. To feel his heartbeat against your lips, to feel the most real proof of his existence right there. You wanted Arthur in the most emotionally intimate of ways and you knew that Arthur knew exactly how to give that to you. The bath filled quickly with water and you got yourself undressed. You were shy about your body, especially in front of Arthur, but you were too emotionally distraught to do much about it. The gentleness with which Arthur took care of you as he washed your hair only caused tears to come into your eyes and Arthur shushed you quietly. He meant not to tell you to be quiet, he meant not to tell you that you couldn’t cry, but he was meaning to tell you that he was there with you. That it was his deft fingers in your hair as he used the right amount of each of your products. Somehow did he know that you liked to leave your conditioner in while you washed yourself over to give it time to work with your hair, and Arthur kept you focused on him and on his actions. He refused to let you sink deep inside yourself, knowing was he that what you needed right now was some tender loving care.

You needed him and Arthur felt a secret thrill run up his back. He loved how much you needed him and, truth be told, he needed you just as much. Soon were you physically taken care of and Arthur helped you up and out of the bath, wrapping his best towel around you. It only had two holes in it. He felt a stab of guilt that he didn’t have any towels which weren’t falling apart at the literal seams, but he reminded himself that you wanted him for all that he was and all that he would ever be, and the love which swelled in his frail chest at the thought brought a smile to his face. 

Love.

“What do you want, Y/N? Dinner or cuddles?” Arthur’s quiet, soft rasp broke through your silent reverie, shattering it much like your carefully applied mask every morning had broken when you had finally laid eyes on your Arthur less than an hour ago. How time flew when you were with him. 

“’M not hungry, Arthur,” You dashed a hand over your face and roughly dried yourself off. Arthur frowned in disapproval. Didn’t you have any patience with yourself? He wondered how you could treat yourself so awfully but be so tender with him, but he knew the answer already, for he did the very same thing. “Can’t we just go to bed? Please?”

Oh, help him. Arthur cupped your face in his cool hands and used the calloused pads of his thumbs to wipe your tears away. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you bit back a sob. Fuck, you loved him. He was always so good to you. You could only hope that you were just as good to him. He deserved nothing less. “Yeah,” Arthur nodded, granting you what you wanted easily. It was only early evening, not yet nine, but he was exhausted, too, and all he wanted was to climb into bed and cuddle you until the world melted away and all he knew was the two of you. On this night were your wants and needs aligned. “We can do that.” Anything for you, sweetheart. Arthur choked on his next words and so he was unable to finish his sentence, but you heard them anyway. You would always hear Arthur, just as he would always hear you.

Arthur headed out into the living room, subtly leaving you to get dressed into the clothes you preferred to sleep in while he cleaned up the mostly tidy apartment. The man of the house took care of messes, he never created them. Dirty plates were piled in the sink to be washed tomorrow. Overflowing ashtrays were emptied and the ashes which were spilled over were deftly swept into his hand and put into the rubbish bin which sat underneath the coffee table. Everything was taken care of with hasty movements, rushing was Arthur to be with you, his one and only who understood him. After he was done, Arthur retreated back into the bedroom and the door shut behind him with a quiet but firm click. You could wholly let go, now. It wasn’t that you couldn’t have let go before, but there was something about cuddling in bed with Arthur, your nightly ritual and your most favourite tradition, that made it easier for you to be your entire self.  Lying in bed were you, the duvet pulled up to your chin and Arthur’s side of the bed was pulled back. You were waiting for him. You teared up again at that thought, so sensitive were you in this moment that the smallest of things were setting you off. You had been waiting for Arthur for your entire life, it seemed. No one comforted you like Arthur did. No one made you laugh like Arthur did. No one soothed you, encouraged or supported you like Arthur did. No one motivated you like Arthur did. No one was there for you like Arthur was. You had been waiting for him for your entire life. Arthur had been waiting for you, as well. The both of you had been so alone without each other, but now did you have everything you had ever needed or craved within another person, and never again would either of you be alone.

Arthur cooed to see you curled up so cosily in bed, to see that you had pulled back the duvet for him, so considerate were you, and to see you crying. “Come here, Y/N. I’m here.” He crossed the room in a few easy strides and slid easily beneath the duvet, pulling you towards him. He was rarely this confident in his movements, but you needed him and that worked miracles on the things Arthur could do. He knew exactly how to comfort you, intuitive and perceptive was he, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you. “Not going anywhere.” Those same words had been spoken earlier that evening and you curled in on Arthur, your tears flowing freely now as they poured, hot and fast down your face. You choked on another scream and Arthur rested his head on the pillow beside you, his mahogany curls mingling with your own hair as every part of your bodies intertwined. You pressed yourself into Arthur and he hummed in thought, letting you arrange yourself as you wanted to before he got comfortable, too. The both of you were settling in for the night, now. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I get it...” Arthur sighed. The sound was heavy in untold truths and even in your own distress did you feel your heart breaking for him. “It’s hard. I know.” Arthur’s nose, cool to the touch - always so cold was he, warm was his soul - nuzzled against your cheek and you pushed into his touch, trying to shuffle even closer to him even though you were already pressed together. Arthur chuckled and rained kisses down upon your face, his lips drying out your damp, tear stained cheeks. 

You nodded, clamping your lips together so that you couldn’t scream or cry. You weren’t sure what was building in your throat but you knew that it would be a loud noise. You just wanted to sleep now. You just wanted Arthur.

“I want you, Arthur. So much.” Your bottom lip trembled, still so overwhelmed were you, and Arthur could only love you more. You were always so honest in your feelings for him and it was something he had always admired within you.

Another coo, another kiss, and his arms squeezed around you. “You’ve got me, Y/N. Always. Won’t let go, okay?” His voice was quiet, his words full of a future you had always dreamed of, and his tone was kind. He was your everything and that had never been and would never be any different.

“Promise?” Your voice was so small, defeated but not defeated were you by the world, and Arthur felt his heart break. What had the world done to you? Bitterly did he know that it had done the same to him, and though he was already falling, too late was it for him, it wasn’t too late for you and he would be damned if he took you down with him.

“I promise. You’re my one and only. I’ll do anything for you.” A Joker though he would one day be, that was a vow which he would take seriously.

You shut your eyes, nuzzling into Arthur, and he only managed to hold you tighter despite how physically and emotionally close you were together. “Thank you for taking care of me, angel. It means a lot to me. No one’s ever...” More tears soaked into Arthur’s bare chest and you kissed the evidence of your own pain away from his skin. “No one but you.” Was all you could stomach to say. You had had enough now and you just wanted to sleep.

Arthur nodded knowingly. He always knew what you were trying to say, even and especially when you didn’t. “You’re welcome, darling. I love you. So much.” With another kiss, a tender squeeze and a gentle smile, Arthur helped you to put your mind to rest as finally, finally... did you sleep. He wouldn’t sleep much this night, haunted by insomnia and nightmares was he, but with you beside him did he think that perhaps he, too, would get some rest. You were his one and only, his reason and his purpose and the one reason he didn’t cash in on his refund for life itself, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

You were his Y/N, and he would always take good care of you, just as you always took care of him. It was what you deserved and Arthur was beginning to think, thanks to your reverent love, that so did he.

AF/J @impulsiveclown   @astheworlddturns @fluffedstar @jokersqueenofchaos @germansarechill @tsukiakarinobara  @lynnesm @sagyunaro  @greghouse  @flowerglitterwoman @ben-solos-writing-avenger @jokers-doll @arthurjokersgirl @antonija89 @lilliryth @hotpacino @obsessedandthirsty  @call-me-harley-quinn  @cacklinghyena @arcanealaanais

[bluebird722]

Bath, Earl Grey, and Sensuality

Pairing: Damian Wayne/Robin + Raven

Rating: T

Author’s Note: Supposedly takes place during or after Justice League Dark: Apokolips War. I’m not fully investing in Damirae just yet, but this is my first attempt at something that may lead to a bigger story. 

So imagine the war ends and at least Damian and Raven survive and rebuild the tower, from interior design to indoor plumbing, after any given time. Despite their victory, the two are inseparable and rely on each other’s company to help with the healing. The chance for romance begins to blossom…

For @tigerdude94, @rachelalghul, @chromium7sky, @lunastar92, @damnshipper, @dcgzilla, @quothxthexravenx, @dcdweeb, @grassfour, @xxitzmikoxx, @andthendk, @unk-vi, @ravenfan1242, @raventrigonsdaughter, and other Damirae shippers. (If I missed you, let me know for future stories!)

He shampooed her hair for her and carefully massaged the nape of her neck and behind her ears. When he was done, he gently pushed her forward, and she slid under the water, using one hand to rinse the suds from her locks. He hoped that she wouldn’t suspect his wish for her to accidentally lose her hold on the towel and expose her bosom to him. He replayed in his mind the image of her turned to face him when she asked him not to leave, how she had her upper body turned and he could see the curve and smoothness of her rear and thighs. 

To indicate how he felt, he lathered shampoo onto a washrag and rubbed over her back and shoulders, and then between her breasts and collarbone. She rinsed herself as he smoothed conditioner through her hair. As he waited for a minute to wash it out, he grazed his fingers over the murky bath water and closed his eyes to fantasize about being in the tub with her, holding her in his arms and indulging in this kind of intimacy. It was something his own parents had and never would have had, even if he wanted it for them. A kind of bitterness stabbed his heart to think that he was the product of rape, not love-making, and even worse that the girl in front of him was conceived in a similar way. 

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice her under the water again. When he snapped to his senses, she had her face poking from the surface and her elbows holding the towel in place. He dipped his hands under the water again to rub her hair and run his fingers down her strands. 

Even though she was done, she didn’t make an effort to drain the tub or notion a desire to leave. She stretched her legs and poked her toes from the water. “Something on your mind, Raven?” he asked. 

She took a deep breath. “Many things…” She took his hands to hold in hers. For a moment, he thought that she would let him touch her breasts over the towel. What did this mean? He looked away and tried to think about the rebuilding that the two of them were involved in, rebuilding the planet for the survivors so they could live in buildings and eat real food and have running water and no longer fear for their lives against Darkseid. He had her with him, and while it was nice to hold hands and smile, he didn’t push for anything, as it would have left him even more vulnerable to a personal loss.

After three minutes, she pushed herself up. “I should get out,” she said. 

His heart sank, but he agreed and unfolded a towel to hand to her. She let the purple one fall off her body as she wrapped the white one around herself, and he kindly wrapped a brown one around her hair. When she finished patting herself dry, he carried her bridal style to her room and laid her down on the bed that Lois and Clark had purchased for her, with bedding identical to the ones she had lost. She finished towel-drying her hair and untied the one around her body so she could change herself into a silk negligee with black lace straps and a skirt that reached two inches down her thighs. 

He mentally cursed and looked away. Not only did this make her too damn attractive, but he couldn’t tell if this was intentional him to see. Unsure of what to do next, he folded the towels onto his lap. “Anything else you need me to do?” he asked. 

“A cup of tea,” she said. “Earl Grey, lemon slice.”

After he left to boil water, she laid back and stared at the ceiling. She lost track of how long it had been since the fall of the Titans, easily the darkest day of her life. A new world to live in… None of the other Titans… Few of the Justice League… In that moment, even though she could not get close to her mother, she wished that the woman who birthed her was at her side to be a loving, doting mother. 

He returned with two cups of tea and stiffly sat at the foot of her bed. She drank half her tea in silence, as did he, until she finished hers and set it on the nightstand. He instead stared into his cup and replayed his predecessor’s death in his mind. It was losing Grandfather all over again but worse, because he did not have the hope that the Lazarus Pit would bring him back to life. He remembered feeling so helpless even if Nightwing was annoying at times, like a strict older brother.   

Then she took his teacup out of his hands. He turned to face her. “You were losing concentration,” she said with a shrug. “You don’t want to burn yourself.”

As she set the cup beside her own, he noticed a strap that fell off her shoulder. He instantly reached forward and put the strap in place, even though it only made her more like an erotic demon. Images came to him, images of the nightgown off her body, himself bare, the two of them under the sheets absorbed in kisses, his hands indulging in the smoothness of her supple skin, touching the parts of a woman that he would never have. 

Her eyes stared wide at him, and he worried that he mistakenly grazed over her breast and felt her nipple under the material. “You’re conflicted,” she said. “I can feel it.”

His stomach sank. He had forgotten about that. “I apologize,” he said coolly. What if she read his mind and could see him imagining her in the shower with him, kissing and soaked under the water pouring over them like rain?

“Damian…”

He took a shaky breath and moved his head, where she was sitting up, her legs over the edge of the bed. She cautiously reached for his face as though she were about to touch fire. When her lips parted, he inched forward into his first kiss. 

She tasted like Earl Grey and mint toothpaste. Luckily, she responded and wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his hands on her hip and shoulder to hold her better. 

She was the one who broke away, but he saw lust and curiosity in her eyes, so he knew there was no regret on her part. “How long have you felt this way?” she asked. 

“A while,” he responded. Then they kissed again and fell back onto her bed. Her breasts pushed against his chest, and he tried not to imagine what they looked like. She didn’t wrap her legs around his waist, which he was thankful for in case she would regret it. He raked his fingers through her hair and wrapped the strands around his fingers. 

Her arms slid from his neck so her hands could touch his shoulders. “May I…feel your back?” she asked. 

He uncoiled the hair from his hand and sat back, but he instead stripped off his turtleneck. A more powerful wave of lust filled her eyes, and she pulled him back for a more aggressive kiss. He didn’t think she was a virgin from the way she stroked up his spine and circled the small of his back. In response, he pushed his chest against hers and exhaled through his nose. She stopped kissing him, but he couldn’t tell if she was focused on how he breathed or was starting to regret this activity. 

“May I kiss…down your neck?” he whispered against her lips. He didn’t want to stop or lose her interest.

“Sure,” she breathed. He took his time down that curve, and she was so aroused from this. He smirked and pulled the strap from her shoulder to kiss the skin there.

Then she pulled away and yawned over his head. He immediately stopped. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. He knew that if he did, it might make for an awkward morning. 

She arched her back under him and tightened her arms around his back. “Stay here…for the night.” She looked into his eyes. “Stay here…with me.”

He pulled her up with one arm and pulled down the sheets with his free hand. She guided him under the sheets and pressed herself against his chest–his broad, muscular chest that was so smooth and warm. 

“Good night,” they whispered to each other. Ironically, he fell asleep while he smoothed his fingertips up and down her arm, but she stayed awake longer to think if they were to do more in the future. 

What if they woke up together and greeted each other with morning kisses that gradually grew? What if his hand slid up her thigh and under her negligee to feel her hip and waist in their natural smoothness? She knew her body well enough to know where he would have to touch her for an aroused reaction. If she had to choose, she would rather he feel her breasts before her crotch. She would let him touch her there but not go in her. First, after he felt her chest, she would let him see her bare breasts, her negligee down to her ribs. His mouth wouldn’t feel them yet, though. 

As for her, she wanted to trace every muscle in his arm and abdomen, feel with her fingertips and palms every curve and crease for him to hitch his breath and sharply exhale. If he let her touch him, she would only feel him but not pull on him or the flesh under it. 

If it led to naked kissing, she hoped that he wouldn’t want to go in her. It couldn’t be considered making love if they didn’t already have a deep appreciation for each other in their barest forms. It was something they needed to do more than once before they would go that far. Raven thought about naked kissing, her body on top of his, the two of them kissing and playing with each other’s hair, until she fell asleep.