#like that is not washing ur hands. go back and use soap

[inkskinned]

love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.

[dan-crimes]

People really need to use smell more often like I barely hear people talking about the smells of things like memory and thought wise like sure I see it but not nearly enough bcuz I am remembering smells DAILY I just randomly smell something and I'm like Ohohoho my brain is remembering the smell of something right now and then I think about where the smell came from and memories ensues

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Ur smut is getting soooo good. Could you do a scenario for the 141 and Konig where the fem reader rides them? Like pure fucking filth.

Only if you're OK with it!

Ahhh🙈 this is literal trash, but I hope you enjoy!! There's literally no plot to this, lol.

141 + König With Fem!Reader Riding Them

Warnings: literal smut, p in v sex, oral (m receiving) cream pie, swearing

Simon Ghost Riley-

"Bloody fucking hell." Simon groaned, his head thrown back into the pillows behind him. You were on top of him, riding him like your life depended on it.

His grip on your waist was bruising, but you were too far gone to care. He was watching you with intent, his eyes never leaving yours.

Knowing how much Simon loved to watch his cock being swallowed whole by your pussy, you leaned back, resting your hands on his thighs to stabilize yourself, and continued to move your hips up and down.

Simon nearly came right then. The change in position allowed him to hit at an angle that had you both seeing stars. You whined loudly, mouth open gasping for air, as your head was thrown back.

The sight was unlike anything Simon had ever seen. Your body was glistening with sweat, moving up and down in a set rhythm. He couldn't stop staring down at how well your pussy was taking him, and he couldn't help himself when his index finger moved on its own to start rubbing circles on your clit.

"O-Oh my God, Simon!" You were so close to your orgasm, and so was he. He could feel you clenching down on his cock. Your finger nails raked into his thighs, causing Simon to hiss.

Your movements started to get sloppy as you desperately chased your high. Simon sat up and enclosed his hand around the base of your throat, lightly putting pressure there, just enough to have you gasping.

You slowed your movements, moving in circles before your orgasm washed through you, causing your cunt to squeeze Simon's cock. He convulsed as his own orgasm hit him, his grasp tightening around your throat as his cock pulsed inside you.

You pulled away after a moment, both of you needing to catch your breath. As you started to move off him, Simon's breath hitched in his throat at the sight of cum dripping from you.

This triggered something feral in him, and he grabbed your waist throwing you underneath him. "Can't let any of this go to waste, yeah? Be a good girl and let me fuck it back in you."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

"S-slown down lass." Johnny practically begged. You were bouncing up and down on his cock at a speed he couldn't catch up with.

He was trying so hard not to cum too quickly, as he wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as possible. It wasn't often you were on top in bed, but my God he was going to relish in it. Especially when you were doing so well.

You grabbed one of Johnny's hands that was gripping your waist, and brought it up to your mouth. You gave him a sultry look, before taking his index finger in your mouth, sucking lightly.

"Steamin Jesus." Johnny's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he felt his resolve slipping away quickly. He was on the verge of an orgasm, and you knew it.

You gave his finger a bite, before running your tongue along the pad of it, your eyes never leaving his. You started to move your hips in a circular motion, and Johnny's self control snapped.

He ripped his finger from your mouth, and grabbed your waist, grounding himself to pound up into you, a load grown emitting from his lips as he came inside you, painting your walls white with his cum.

You gave a soft moan, and continued to move up and down, milking his cock for everything you could, causing a whine to come from your boyfriend.

"Fucking beautiful you are. Gonna have to have you on top from now on." He breathed out, throwing his head back into the pillows. He flipped the two of you over, so that he was hovering on top of you.

"My turn now though, princess." He smirked at you before moving his head between your legs, staying there nearly the entire night.

John Price-

"Atta girl, use my cock, that's it." John cooed as you rode him in his office chair.

Your legs were tucked around his thighs, as he was sitting up right in the chair, and the angle allowed his cock to hit at deeper angles than normal.

"Feels s-so good, daddy." You cried out, your fingers making their way to John's hair and tugging the strands harshly.

John groaned and threw his face in between your tits, exhaling deeply. "Come on then, cum on my cock baby girl."

He grabbed one of your nipples in between his teeth and bit down before soothing his tongue over the sting. Your grip on his hair grew harsher, and the little mewl you let out, nearly ruined him.

He felt himself nearing the edge and wanted you right there with him. "Doing so well baby, keep using daddy's cock, go on."

You continued to bounce up and down, your tits bouncing in John's face. Your legs started to shake, thighs squeezing against his as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly.

John felt your walls clench around him, and that was all that was needed to send him over the edge. He groaned into your flesh and bit down on your tit, hard.

You screamed out his name as your own orgasm hit you, the two of you cumming together.

"You did so good, sweetheart." He praised, giving light kisses to your tits. Your chest was beyond bruised from his marks, but neither of you could care. "Why don't you bend over on the desk. Gotta make sure I return the favor."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"Shit, you feel so good, love." Gaz cried. The two of you were currently in his gaming chair, as you were unable to wait for him to finish his game to fuck you, you took matters into your own hands.

You were seated on him with your back facing his chest, the game he was playing was long forgotten by now.

He moved his hands to your front and grabbed at your tits, kneading them softly. You moaned, throwing your head back to Gaz's shoulder. "So good, baby."

The sounds in the room were obscene. Between the chair squeaking from your movements, the soft moans from you and Gaz and the wet sounds of your pussy, the room was anything but quiet. But you fucking loved it.

You pulled yourself forward and rested your arms on Gaz's desk, and quickened your pace at the new angle.

Gaz was sputtering, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Fff-uckkk."

He raked his nails along your back, breaking the skin in some areas, causing you to squeal. "Kyle!"

You felt the coil in your belly tighten, and snap, as your orgasm tore through you.

Kyle's own orgasm wasn't far behind as he dug his nails into the flesh of your waist and gasped as he spilled himself inside you.

After taking a moment to come down from your high, you turned to look at Kyle with a smile before standing up.

"You can go back to your game now, babe." You pressed a teasing kiss to his nose as you walked away.

"Fuck the game." He turned off the console and made his way to you, moving to toss you over his shoulder.

Needless to say, neither one of you got very much sleep that night.

König-

"Maus, Scheiße." König let out a small cry as you fucked yourself stupid on his cock.

He barely had time to catch his breath, as the rhythm you set was brutal. He was laying at the edge of your bed, legs resting on the floor, as your full weight was on him.

He was in awe when you'd asked to be on top tonight, and he certainly wasn't expecting it to be this good. He was so pussy drunk he couldn't even think straight.

He sat up to look at you, and saw you rubbing your clit, your eyes closed and bottom lip tucked in between your teeth.

König groaned at the sight, moving to palm at your bouncing breasts. "I'm gonna cum, Schatz."

You nodded your head weakly, too fucked out to give a proper response. You'd been so horny for days waiting for him to be home that you'd jumped on him the minute he came home. It didn't take long for both of you to find your release within one another.

With one final move of your hips the two of you were gone. Your pussy clenched around his cock, milking out his own orgasm, as the two of you moaned loudly.

König was shaking as his orgasm left him, and captured your lips in a bruising kiss.

You gave a devilish glance to your husband before moving to get on your knees in front of him. "What are you doing, Maus?" He breathed.

"I've got to clean up my mess, don't I?" You asked as you sank your mouth down on his cock.

It didn't take long before he was cumming again.

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A/N: Yeah I'm still shit at smut, but I hope you guys enjoyed anyway😅🤣

[redr0sewrites]

Demon Slayer With a S/o On Their Period Hcs

guess whos on their period again i am literally dying !!!! :D anyways, hope yall enjoy!!!

🥀characters: giyuu x reader, tengen (+ wives) x reader, muzan x reader, mitsuri x reader

🥀cw: hurt/comfort, period pain, mentions of blood, smut, period sex, overstimulation, overall filth in the nsfw part

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

Giyuu

listen, ur probably one of his first relationships so he doesn't have a lot of experience with periods

hes not good at expressing it, but giyuu really cares ab u and wants u to be comfortable

hes not used to seeing you in pain- he HATES it when ur not feeling good, so i think giyuu would honestly be really helpful when ur on ur period

he is very concerned about ur wellbeing, and will go with you on any missions (if ur a demon slayer). he will accompany u when he can and is almost always by ur side when ur on ur period

when ur emotional, he is literally the perfect person to vent to because he wont take it personally and is SUCH a good listener

acts of service‼️

if u need ANYTHING hes immediately there to help!

hes not good at verbally or physically expressing his feelings but he will help u, i feel like he would carry you around a lot

giyuu would set up a really pretty bath for u with bubbles and fancy soap and rose petals, and he would carry u to the bath where he would set u down and wash ur hair for u while u relaxed <3

he doesnt mind the blood and will gladly help u clean if u make a mess accidentally

overall, hes just super helpful and comforting when ur on ur period!

nsfw:

he LOVESS when u ride him, esp on ur period cuz he can see ur face!

i hc him as a switch, leaning on sub but also a pleasure dom, and when ur on ur period hes solely focused on making u feel as good as possible

consistently asks if ur comfortable or if u need to adjust, and can be gentler during period sex then usual

giyuu likes holding your hips during period sex and leaving hickeys on your thighs, making you tremble with need as his thumbs swirl slow circles on your skin

i feel like he wouldn't really care much about cleanliness and would just lay a towel under you, then at the end he would wash it for u

like i said before, he enjoys it when u ride him on his period bc watching u take control is SUCH a turn-on for him <3. plus, he knows that ur not uncomfortable and can see ur expressions very well!

giyuu could go really slow or really fast, depending on what u wanted. if ur in pain cuz of cramps, he'll go slow, gently pressing kisses to your beck and shoulders while slowly thrusting in and out

or he could be rough, pushing u down into missionary and grabbing your hips rough enough to bruise, lifting them up so your arching your back and pounding into you until ur seeing stars, all the while praising you and watching his cock slide in and out of ur soaking pussy

PRAISES U SM DURING PERIOD SEX! hes sm more vocal, and while he wont usually use petnames, during period sex u might hear baby or dear slip out as hes moaning your name i love giyuu sm

when it comes to aftercare, the two of u probably bathe together! if ur too tired, he'll carry you to the bath and wipe the blood from your thighs

giyuu has really good stamina like all the hashiras, and if ur hormones are making u extremely needy hes more than happy to spend hours with u in bed, making you cum again and again until ur thighs are shaking <3

Tengen

ur getting PAMPERED like ur living LUXURIOUSLY THIS MAN IS NOT LETTING U LIFT A FINGER

will throw u over his shoulder with a smirk on his face, placing you in bed with his other wives and doing everything for yall

makio, suma, and hinatsuru will probably sync up with you as well, and tengen will make sure to take care of all of his girlssss

THIS MAN HAS HUGE ASS HANDS AND GIVES OUTSTANDING MASSAGES I WOULD BET MONEY ON IT

he can make ur cramps go away almost instantly simply from how good his massages are

he gives good head massages too, and if ur having a headache from ur period he will sit u in his lap and gently massage ur head while he speaks sweet nothings to you and keels the lights low so you can relax

he would want you to be safe during your period, yet wouldn't discourage u from going on missions if ur a demon slayer. however, he would try to accompany u or have makio, suma, or hinatsuru accompany u just so ur safe

tengen would not hesitate to buy ANYTHING u four need, hes already got lots of supplies stocked up but will gladly run to a nearby store if ur craving anything

he will also buy u super expensive yet thoughtful gifts on ur period for no reason except he can- he just wants you to be comfortable!

i really dont think he can cook, but he will TRY for u!! in the end he would probably go buy whatever takeout u wanted but its the thought thhat counts!!!

tengen would DEF help u get ready on ur period if u needed too, for me personally i always take a little longer cuz i gotta change my pad and stuff so he'll be there to help! i think hes really good at doing his nails, and he'll do ur nails for u!! he'll dress you and help to wash your hair while you do your makeup, and will press kisses to any skin he sees <3

nsfw:

listen, if ur horny from hormones, he is AMAZING ab it

u even express that ur kinda needy? tengen is immediately taking u somewhere secluded and making you grind on his thigh

he can be kinda mean, but has such outstanding stamina and foreplay is everything to him!!!

tengen loves fingering u on ur period, he loves how messy ur blood gets on his hand and how responsive and sensitive you are-

DID I MENTION THIGH RIDING‼️ His thighs are huge, and perfect if u need him but dont want to make a mess. he'll settle u on his thigh, large, rough hands on your hips as he guides you to rock against him, and he'll start to move his knee until his leg is moving up and down and pressing so perfectly against your clit-

i feel like he would enjoy having all of you (u and his other wives) in his bed at once, and when one or multiple is on their period he will make u guys come sm-

if u try to silence ur moans cuz ur so sensitive, GOOD LUCK! tengen loves hearing you whimper, all you need to do is beg and he is willing to fuck you for HOURSS

i think he would like mating press when ur on ur period, simply cuz its just so stimulating for u and he can watch your blissed out expression as he overstimulates u!!!

LOVES MARKING U ON UR PERIOD, expect to have a ring of hickeys around ur neck and a multitude of bites on ur thighs<3

Muzan

do not expect sympathy at first cuz you are NOT gonna get it 💀

i feel like muzan would just side-eye you when you said you were in pain bc of cramps and honestly just ignore you

however

the second he sees you doubling over in pain, hes rushing to your side

whether your a demon or a human, you are one of the few people in the world he actually cares about and seeing you in pain is a big no-no for him!!

once you re-explain whats wrong, he scoops you up and brings you to a secure room within his palace

muzan will constantly have high rank demons watching over you if not himself, and he'll try to get his work and experiments done around you so he can keep an eye on you

im unsure whether or not his female form would have a period, but for the moment lets assume she does

she is PREPARED. if the two of you sync then she is most def gonna force all the other high rank demons to take care of u two, and if your craving anything she will order the demons around to get it for you (unless your also a demon, in which that case she would only let you eat the finest blood- hers!)

as i just said, if your a demon he is totally giving you his blood to help sustain you

only the best for his favorite<3

if your moody or being rude, he is actually much more tolerant when your on your period. muzan understands that sometimes you cant control it, and will try his best not to get irritated in response

muzan will feel sorry for doubting your feelings in the beginning, and will do his best to make it up for you! hes not great with expressing affection through words, but he'll try to compliment your strength and just wants to make sure your safe.

nsfw

EATS‼️ YOU‼️ OUT‼️

he will grip your hips tight enough to bruise, practically drowning in your cunt as he overstimulates you

i honestly think he would really enjoy your blood, but wouldnt want to take it from you in a way that would make it painful for you so he would especially enjoy eating you out simply to get a taste of your blood

muzans face is covered in your slick but he couldnt care less, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm. even when your squealing and whimpering, hes making you come again and again

he makes SURE to please you, especially when your hormonal

you want to ride him while hes working? hes already pulling you onto his lap. you want him to finger you while hes in an uppermoon meeting? say less, your sitting next to him acting like everything is normal while his fingers are knuckle deep in your cunt and soaked in your blood.

i think cleanliness would be somewhat important to him, so he would make sure to lay a towel beneath you when your both fucking and clean up super well afterwards

muzan would def praise you more on your period, he normally gives a mix of praise and degradation however when its your time of the month hes always telling you how good your doing, how well your taking him, and reminds you that your his <3

i think that he has a mUCH higher sex drive when your on your period, just smelling your blood turns him on and he would really enjoy seeing you covered in blood as well.

your hands are tied above your head, and muzan is fingering you, watching in utter fascination as your soaked cunt takes in his fingers again and again, slowly pulling his blood-soaked hand away to write his name in red across your stomach as you squirm, pleading for him too touch you again...

hes nasty af-

Mitsuri

When either of you are on your period, mitsuri is SUPPPEERRR clingy!

if your having cramps, she's practically dragging you to bed to cuddle with you

she gets sympathy pains for you and will sometimes get cramps along with you even when shes not on her period

will rub your back, massage your hips, she just wants to make sure you feel better!

mitsuri will take you to the hot springs with her and will just lay beside you and relax, letting the hot water soothe your cramps

if you get cravings, dont worry for a second because she WILL cook for you and the both of you will eat ridiculous amounts of food together!

honestly shes great at handling your emotions when your on your period because shes nearly impossible to get mad at and is really good at calming you down if needed! i feel like mitsuri would be a great person to vent too as well, so if your stressed on your period shes super soothing to talk to!

mitsuri would do yoga, stretch, and train with you to help ease cramps when your on your period but would always remind you not to push yourself!

she is constantly expressing her affections for you when your on your period and just wabts to make sure you feel happy and comfortable

nsfw:

praiiiseeee! mitsuri will kiss every part of your body, constantly complimenting all of you and occasionally leaving a little hickey or bruise

i think shes generally pretty vanilla and would make sure your comfortable above all else, however seeing you so hormonal and sensitive makes her incredibly aroused

mitsuri would definitely be into dry humping when your on your period, partially because of convenience but also because of how desperate it feels and how frustrated and needy you both get

mitsuri can and will tease you and then act innocent about it, and finds a bit of sick satisfaction in seeing how easily turned on you are when your on your period

for example, she'll let her shirt slip and flash you but only for a second, or let her hands wander as shes hugging you seemingly innocently

yall have def fucked in the hot springs simply because you couldn't take it anymore

the warm water only adds to the stimulation as she ruts against you, whimpering as tears form on her lash line as the both of you grind against eachother so desperately. her breasts rubb up against you as she buries her head into your neck, thighs trembling as her orgasm approaches and you cant help but play with her a little, harshly pinching her nipple and watching her squirm as you can feel your own release building, the dull ache from cramps being replaced by an onslaught of pleasure...

i dont think mitsuri would want to eat you out on your period and would prefer to finger you because she likes being able to see your face, especially since your so much more hormonal and expressive during period sex

sitting in her lap as she fingers you so skillfully, making you feel so, so good as she presses soft kissed across your collarbone and up to your flushed cheeks, telling you your suuuch a good girl...

if shes on her period and is sensitive as well, feel free to tease her too! she whimpers and whines so easily, and doesnt care whether or not your in public, she needs you now

leave her hot and bothered after a messy kiss, pressing against her and slipping your thigh between her legs to let her grind against it just a little as you palm her tits only to pull away and watch her pout as tears form in her eyes

i need a mitsuri in my life

put my heart and soul into this i NEED demon slayer requests i will get on my knees and BEG ive been getting so into this anime and i want to write for it sm!!! also feel free to send in any requests in general, overall i just want mooreeeee!

[taytrashmouth]

HIII!!!! could u do prompt 1 w peeta I think it would fit his character so well bc he’s actually the sweetest boy ever (also I love ur pfp robin lovers rise!!)

It so would!!!! Okay I love this!

Omg thank you! Robin slays- we should have a club…

Prompt 1: you’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you

I hope you enjoy! This is just tooth rotting fluff.

Roses and kisses

Peeta Mellark x reader

Peeta was the perfect boyfriend. You realised this really early on in your relationship.

When you mentioned that you liked the smell of roses, the next day he was in your front yard planting rose bushes. You almost cried when you found out he came over every morning to trim, care for and water them.

You often visited him in the victors village, and today was a short, but difficult walk there. You were having the worst cramps which you mentioned to Peeta this morning when he tended to your roses.

“Peeta!” You called as you entered his home.

“Upstairs bathroom!” He yelled back and you began to walk upstairs.

When you turned into the room tears immediately filled your eyes. He had run you a bath, with rose petals floating in the water.

“Peeta-“ you could barely say anything.

“You said you had cramps…and I don’t know much about that stuff but I asked Katniss and she said heat helped sometimes so I ran you a bath.” He explained, completely oblivious to how perfect he was.

When you first started dating Peeta you were worried because of how the Capitol made it seem like he and Katniss had something going. But how could you be, he was so loyal and trustworthy.

“Thank you.” Tears fell from your eyes, more emotional today than any other.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, laced with concern.

“No no! Peeta…it’s perfect, you’re perfect. It’s just so nice and nobody has ever done something so sweet for me before.” You explained.

“Hey it’s okay.” He held you so tightly as he hugged you, stroking your hair. He didn’t mind if you cried on his shirt or were emotional. He was there for you.

“Well I’ll wait downstairs.” He smiled.

“No…you don’t have to leave.” You blurted out.

He nodded.

“I won’t look.” He stated as you pulled at the hem of your shirt. He looked at his feet while you got undressed. You hadn’t gotten there yet.

“I don’t mind if you look, Peeta.” You told him, his slowly raised his gaze. His eyes did a quick search of your naked body but they locked onto your eyes. It was small gestures like that, the ones he didn’t even know he was doing.

“Probably shouldn’t do this today.” Gesturing to yourself. “I’m all bloated and gross-“ you tried to explain.

“You’re so beautiful n/n” he stated just above a whisper. He was the only one that called you n/n. You smiled softly. How did you get so lucky.

You climbed in the bath, the water was so warm and soothing.

You spoke for a while, before Peeta offered to wash your hair.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to-“ he was nervous. “I want to.” You replied with a smile.

He massaged your head to gently, making sure soap didn’t go into your eye. He covered every inch of your head with soap and used a bowl to help rinsing it out. He used his hand as a shield from the water. Treating you with more care than you ever had. He finished by smoothing your hair back and softly kissing your forehead.

He was perfect.

He went downstairs to let you change and when you walked into the kitchen he was buttering some steamy bread.

“I thought you’d be hungry, so I made bread before you came. It just came out the oven.” He handed you a plate.

You could do nothing except smile at this perfect boy. “Thank you. It smells delicious.” You spoke as you took a bite of the soft bread. Warm butter on your lips.

“Holy shit!” You smiled widely. He smiled to himself, proud of his work.

“What do you wanna do today?” Peeta asked.

“Can we maybe just lie down. Rest.” You asked.

He smiled and nodded.

When you had eaten about six slices of bread, Peeta didn’t make a comment about how much you ate, he simply asked if you wanted him to make more.

Soon enough you were upstairs in his room. He walked into the on suite to drain the bath water before he lay down.

“Shit.” He spoke as he walked out of the bathroom, shirt covered in water. He obviously leaned to far forward when draining the water.

“Oh no.” You stood up, that’s when he saw you had changed into one of his plain t-shirts and your underwear.

“Wow.” He breathed out. “You’re really beautiful.” He told you so genuinely.

You smiled. Looking at him with nothing but love.

“Peeta…you’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you.

He smiled shyly, blush touching his cheeks.

“Okay.”

You kissed him gently but passionately. Holding his cheeks.

When you pulled away he smiled with swollen lips, the sight made you giggle.

“Change you’re shirt and come cuddle.” You made grabby hands from the bed after you sat back down.

He looked nervous. “ I won’t look.” You assured him. He looked eternally grateful.

Peeta had told you before, he was littered with scars from the games, from his parents. He hated it. He was really insecure. He knew you would love him no matter what he looked like but it was still scary. He could barely look at himself in the mirror.

You turned to face the other way.

You heard some movement before you heard his voice again.

“N/n.”

You waited a second before turning around to see his bare chest. You smiled. Sure enough there were scars everywhere.

He looked at the ground, he looked nervous, more than you think you’d seen him before.

“You’re really handsome.” You told him and lifted his chin, stroking his cheek when you approached.

He smiled too.

“Thank you for showing me.” You smiled at him brightly. Teary again, it was a big deal.

You squeezed his hand to let him know it was okay.

You pulled him into his soft bed and you both lay entangled in each other. Your head on his bare chest and he played with your hair.

“Is this okay.” You asked as traced one of his scars.

He hesitated before nodding.

“You don’t have to say yes.” You say up slightly.

“I know. Don’t stop…it’s nice.” He held your head back to his chest and continued.

“Thank you for today.” You whispered. He answered simply with a kiss on your head.

Requests are open please send them in

[bendycxmet]

Hi! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I binge-read all of you trigun fics and i loved them, so i wanted to request something too!

How about a Vash x reader where the reader sleeps on him? Vash is listening to them ramble about something and then boom, they fall asleep on him bc hes warm. <3

MY FIRST ASK! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FOR THE ENTIRE DAY!

i am doing well! thank you for your support! <33

i usually take forever to write a piece, but ur ask inspired me and had me thinking all day on how to go about this. so hope you enjoy this! thank you for the request!

Sweet Dreams

Exiting the bathroom, freshly washed and donning one of Vash’s shirts, you throw your towel over your head, continuing to dry off your head while you peered out into the room. Vash lounged on the motel bed, arms thrown behind him to support his head, lean legs sprawled out and taking up the entire mattress. He was whistling a tune you didn’t recognize, one eye closed while the other surveilled you in the opening of the steaming door. 

“Ya sure you didn’t wanna take a shower? There’s still some hot water left,” you offered.

“Nah, got too comfy waiting here for you. I’ll take one in the morning.” 

He closed his other eye, humming the tune now. He did look comfy. A little too comfy. With his eyes closed, he didn’t see the mischievous glimmer in your eye. The pattering of your feet was his only warning as you dove for him, body landing atop his, an ‘oof!’ sounding from him as your body weight collapsed on his chest. You were cackling at the noise he made, wrapping your arms around his waist as his fingers tickled your sides.

“Not fair! You attacked a defenseless man!”

“Getting comfortable without me, handsome? Ay! Stop it!-” 

His fingers didn’t stop their wriggling assault, only ending when you began to retaliate. 

“Ok, ok! I’m done!” He coughed a laugh out. “Mm, you smell nice. I haven’t smelled this soap before. Where’d you get it?” He twirled a wet piece of hair between his fingers.

“Oh I didn’t tell you! I met this vendor at the market earlier! While you were off looking for your donuts, the smell of the loveliest lavender drew me in.”

Vash hummed along to your story, indicating that his attention was still 100% on you as he played with your hair. He breathed in the calming scent on your skin and hair, allowing it to sway him to sleep slowly. You rambled on and on about how the vendor made the soap, the techniques and oils she used to bring out the herb. 

“But I got her card so we can go back and get you a soap! I do love how you smell Vash, it’s almost like you have a sort of gene that prevents you from smelling bad.” You turned your nose further into his shirt, inhaling the raw smell of him–sunshine with notes of something earthy…petrichor, or something along those lines. It grounded you every time. “But geez, would it kill you to wash your laundry sometimes?! You stink!” you lied, teasing a finger into his chest.

He yelped, abruptly awoken by your harsh jabbing. He grabbed your finger, bringing it up to kiss it, splaying your hand open with his own, observing the size difference. 

“We can do a laundry day tomorrow. I saw the laundromat wasn’t too far off from us, so we can easily carry our loads there.” He sighed, a content smile plastered on his face at the domesticity you two indulged in. He entwined your fingers, bringing it to the side of his face. “That reminds me! I got us donuts for the morning! You should’ve seen the options, I mean. I was in heaven, Mayfly. Powdered, glazed, cake-”

He let your hand go as he gestured in the air, passionate about the change in subject.

It was Vash’s turn to ramble. And once he started on his favorite topic–donuts–there was no stopping him. The deep timbre of his voice held some power. His voice always became deeper late into the night, hinting that he was getting tired; but it seemed to lower your heart rate, lower your defenses and diminish the adrenaline you had from a busy day. The warmth of the day seemed to never leave him, his body heat encompassing the parts of you that touched him. You tucked your legs closer to his body as the coldness of the desert night reached for your feet. 

One of his arms was wrapped around you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. The other was busy with your arm on the opposite side, fingers lightly grazing up and down. The security you felt in his presence never failed to put you to sleep. 

You hummed one last time, eyes softly closing at his praise for a certain jelly doughnut. You promised in your head that you were only shutting them for a minute. What lies you told yourself.

“But I got your favorite! It might have a bite in it, but I saved the majority of it for you! I know you’ll like it, because I know you, hehe…um. Mayfly?” 

Your soft snores alerted him that you stopped paying attention to his tales of the day. He peered down his nose at you, love clearly painted into his features. Your eyelashes were long from this angle, gently laid out on your sun-kissed skin. Your lips were parted, soft breaths felt on his chest as you breathed in his scent on each inhale and exhaled the minty paste from your nighttime routine. He’s told you plenty of times before, but if only you knew how beautiful you looked in his eyes. 

He felt goosebumps rise on your skin from the chill in the air. He reached down to grab the comforter, pulling it up to your shoulders. You shifted slightly, stilling in the creases of his warm neck that was now heating your cold nose. He giggled at the temperature difference, arms also wrapping around your waist as he settled further into the sheets.

He had to admit, his exaggerated noise and fuss at your sudden dive from earlier was only a ruse. He loved the nights you chose to sleep tucked into his side, but he delighted in the nights you chose to smother him, arms always wrapped around him. He had days to live for with you, but there were always nights to live for as well.

“Sweetest of dreams, Mayfly.”

A/N: side note! i am open to requests! i think they're super fun and it really does get me motivated to write more :)

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[simonrillleyyysss]

do you have any other headcanons for any of the cod boys (ghost, soap, price, gaz) just curious!❤️

༉‧₊˚.GENERAL HC

most of these r taken from my tiktok, so pls don’t expect them to be very fancy :(

;;’GAZ

this guy is a football fanatic! supports manunited with his life(ick) suprisingly good at footie too!!

he’s really good at baking and cooking, his best(and really only) delicacy are his fucking BOMB omelettes. and scones. he’s really good at baking scones.

listens to uk drill and rave, stereotypical roadman, hip hop too

likes turtlenecks but they annoy him

skincare routine! it has almost 10 steps, spends so much on his care items

had/HAS his ear pierced, doesn’t admit it

first job was at a sports direct.

says innit unironically

could be an olympic swimmer

;;’PRICE

carries a worlds best teacher mug aroujd the lunchroom, doesn’t know why or how he got it

he really likes the airplane neck comforter things; the guys buy him some for christmas :)

sandals and socks are his goto summer combo! dresses like a dad ;p

if it’s not him driving, he’ll hang onto the lil handle things and complain they can’t drive

rlly good at making toast??? it’s never burned. always made perfectly.

favourite show is call the midwife (if he’s feeling cheeky, he’ll watch the office)

if you use a vape near him, he’ll loudly declare ‘that’s for wussies!’

listens to nickleback

maths nerd

;;’SOAP

punk teen phase

big rock nerd, likes punkrock and punk pop, sum41,dead kennedys, blink-182,good charlotte etc

lactose intolerant(punishes himself and eats dairy anyways)

had a bowlcut phase as a kid…

really good at linedancing for some reason??

had an eyebrow slit during his edgy phase, suits him

really good at tree climbing! is like a squirrel sometimes lol

often needs floortime, just holds your hand and lays on the carpet; letting you brush his hawk back

scared of golemn from LOTR

his laptop is covered in doggy stickers, will help and let you choose and pick new stickers out to cover the free spaces

love language is quality time, elaboration; he loves being around u, always holding your hand, going shopping?? bring him along! jog?? bring him along!! if HES going somewhere?? go along with him! it makes him feel giddy knowing that he has someone there with him

he really likes spicy food

has a bull terrier dog named setanta

;;’GHOST

checks behind the showercurtain when he goes into a bathroom, very paranoid

he complains that redbull tastes like piss, but will drink it anyways

i think that he has a buzzcut, easy to manage and doesn’t think it makes him look any less appealing, pretty intimidating look

isn’t buff, is athletic but beefy—keeps his weight and just bulks himself out

he’s really good at chess, he’s like young sheldon but for a bunch of figures on a board, very calculated

very superstitious, if you open an umbrella inside the house ur literally getting kicked out or scolded for a while

paranoid AAFFFFF, covers mirrors at night and has to keep his eyes open when he washes his face

has a black cat even though he’s superstitious

gets u socks for christmas.

METALLHEADDD but likes dad music too.cannibal corpse, goregasm, clittorape also oasis,ac/dc, wheatus

gives u a goodluck card for ur birthday with £10 inside :))

doesn’t wear his mask outside of work, he separates his home life and work life, wouldn’t like to bring work issues home

love language is acts of service, need to grab something? he’ll get it, can’t reach the cabinet? sure, he’ll do it. ohh, need ur shirt ironed?? consider it done!

everything for now, was gonna include nsfw but maybe next time 😜

[gravesbf]

YOO IM IN LOVE WITH UR HCS THEY TASTE LIKE CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES AND FRUIT TEA :3

Request here 🙏🙏🙏

Could you possibly.. *leans on Bugatti with graves wrap on it + an inflatable eagle and American flag flying from the bonnet* write some hcs for 141 + König with a gn s/o that has had a really bad day and just needs some comfort? So eg, just being pampered and having their hair washed, being told they’ve done well, that people are proud of them and love them, etc?

Ive been having a really shitty past few months with my depression and anxiety and it’s really overwhelmed me so I’m kinda projecting.. 🧍🏼🧍🏼

If you can’t do it, that’s ok!!! No pressure <33

But if you can, may your skin be clear and may your crops flourish 🙏🙏🙏 (with america rizz) (im british)

i hate brits but ill make an exception for u 🫶 /lh i hope ur day gets a littol bit better for u pookie :< ik how hard it gets fr <3 we r in this together :)

cw: depression (not delved into !!)

simon "ghost" riley:

☆ this guy getss it !!! he doesn't open up much about his feelings directly but let's all be fr and agree he's not the most mentally stable

☆ your self care day is hiss self care day, thrives on cuddling and using you as weighted blanket while he rubs your back

☆ has himself a tea while you both cuddle, and trust me it's good tea. the night might turn into a cuddle and see how many teas simon can make before you run out

☆ before you fall asleep fully he kisses the crown of your head and says that he's proud of how far you've come

john "soap" mactavish:

☆ tries to be more lowkey w how he comforts you because he doesn't want to come off as overbearing

☆ has mastered the perfect balance of praise and touch, he holds your hand while you tell him about your day and he makes comments trying to sympathize w you

☆ lets you scritch his mohawk while he tells you how much he loves you and how glad he is that you're around and here with him

☆ lays his head on your chest when you both go to sleep so he can listen to your heartbeat and tap your arms to the beat of it, has both of you asleep within 5 minutes

john price:

☆ kinda awkward with comforting but he tries his best, he's always a little bit confused about how somebody like you could be so upset about anything

☆ he knows that it's not his place to fully understand though, so he sticks to doing what he does best: being an old ass man

☆ showers with you and washes your hair while you vent (or not) about how you've been feeling, he stays mostly silently except for humming to let you know he's listening

☆ towel dries your hair and changes the bedsheets to clean ones so you can be fully clean because he's a firm believer in being a little more tidy can greatly improve somebody's feelings

kyle "gaz" garrick:

☆ king of pampering in general, he's waiting on you hand and foot constantly. honestly he probably knows it's going to be a bad day before you even start your day

☆ he's always making you food to eat throughout the day, little snacks that aren't too big but are just enough to keep you energized and full

☆ ditches his military soaps for your nice ones when you take a shower, secretly (not rlly) loves when you laugh at him building bubble beards on himself and doing price impressions

☆ making you laugh is his goal in life tbh he's constantly cracking jokes while you both cuddle, some of them are so bad it's funny

könig:

☆ another guy that genuinely understands everything you're talking abt, his anxiety also makes him have awfulll days and due to being the military around lots of people he's learned coping mechanisms

☆ takes hot showers with you a lot in general, but even more when you're having one of those days. he's already washing your hair and face as soon as you get in

☆ lets you braid his hair while he talks idly about how missions are and how he adores you, though he says that in german. you've picked up on him saying cheesy stuff in german though so it's fine :)

☆ lets you sprawl out on him like a starfish when you both finally go to sleep, around 2am because of how many shows he wanted to watch with you

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

11 and 14 with David 🫶🙂 I love ur writing it’s amazing

11. "Star said you were out of town."

14. "Do you want me to kiss it better?"

I hope you'll like this!💜

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I sighed deeply as I locked my door behind me. The past couple of days had been exhausting. Making calls, day in, and day out. Running errands. Making sure everyone was exactly where they were supposed to be - which none of them were even if they were told multiple times where to go. Sure, organising the event had been fun, but damn - I'd be kidding if I said I felt alive at this very moment.

I dropped my bags on the welcoming mat, kicking my shoes off, dropping my coat on the floor. Tomorrow, I'd probably regret doing that and force myself to tidy it all up, but now I couldn't care less.

I walked into my kitchen, searching the cabinets for a wineglass. I knew I had them somewhere, but - this I also knew - I probably hadn't cleaned them up since last time I used them. It had been last Sunday when David had come by to wish me luck on my gig. I'd dropped the wineglasses in the sink the following morning, which is where they were right now. I really didn't want to clean them, so I decided to just pick a normal glass - it would still fulfil its purpose.

I grinned as I saw that the bottle was still half full, and with both glass and wine bottle in hand, I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I'd decided on my trip back that tonight I'd do some well-deserved selfcare, have a good night's sleep afterwards, and sleep the day away.

The bathtub filled itself with hot water, the air quickly taking on the smell of my rosemary soap. I poured some wine in the glass before looking at it. It'd be easier to just drink straight from the bottle... putting the glass aside, I stepped into the bath, taking a long sip from the bottle.

The water was hot against my skin, soothing the soreness I'd gotten over the past few days. I closed my eyes, washed my body and hair, and only thought about getting out of the tub when the water turned cold. Once out, I decided that I had enough time and energy to also shave my legs - it's not that I thought it was a necessity to look nice, it's just that the softness of the blankets was much better appreciated with freshly saved legs. I put my bathrobe on, gathering everything I needed.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub, one leg on the outside used to keep myself steady, the other stretched so I could reach everything. I began to shave, working quickly - only to pause when I heard a strange noise.

A sound as if glass was slowly being broken, wood being pulled apart - I frowned. I listened. But when it stopped, I continued to shave. The first leg was done, and I moved to get access to the second. I was way less steady this time, still sitting on the edge of the tub, but now really needing to balance myself - the bathtub was still slippery and I didn't feel like actually turning around so I could feel a bit more balanced. I began to shave, and once again stopped when I heard a noise.

"Hello?"

No answer. I waited. Still nothing. I continued to shave, being almost done when suddenly -

"Hello kitten."

I jumped, slipping - my limbs went everywhere, and before I fully realised I was halfway upside down in the bathtub, my leg bleeding from a small cut made.

"Jesus fucking shit! You can't just barge in on people like that!"

David chuckled, taking my hand as he helped me up. "Sorry love. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I think so."

He looked at me, kissing me softly, before I noticed his eyes taking on a slight hint of orange. "You're bleeding."

"You- have you fed?"

"I wouldn't endanger you." He grinned at me. "But you do smell divine."

"Awesome," I mumbled, looking at the cut. "It hurts, though."

"Do you want me to kiss it better?"

I bit my lip as I looked at him. "You just want to taste me."

"I think I've already done that many a time."

"Pervert."

He chuckled. Before I knew it, his mouth was on my leg, leaving soft wet kisses on the skin around the cut. I could have sworn I heard him moan when he actually licked up my blood.

"I- I eh think I'm okay now," I said softly, not trusting my voice.

"Come," he pulled me towards him, leading me to my bed. "How was your trip?"

I blinked - before telling him. How one of the bands had been running so late they'd missed their performance time, how angry they got when I told them that we could not switch around anymore, that they couldn't play. How two staged had happened to get the same name, and how every single artist got confused. How shitty the food was. But also about how wonderful it had been to see my vision come to live. How most of the artists had the time of their lives. Yeah, it had been great.

When I was done telling, I lay on his chest, smiling as he brushed his fingers through my hair. He'd taken the glass of wine I'd set aside taking a sip every now and then.

"Why did you step by? I mean, I wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow."

"I saw your lights were on."

"Ah, you were stalking me again," I said with a grin, causing him to chuckle.

"No. I was just checking up. Star said you were out of town. Still that is."

"You worry about me?" I asked with a soft smile.

"You know what I think of you."

"Remind me." I grinned, trying to hide a yawn behind my hands.

"You're a bloody gift from heaven itself."

I chuckled. "You only say that because I'm your mate."

"It must be true then, hm?"

I smiled, sighing softly. "Will you stay with me?"

"I'll stay till dawn." He kissed me gently, wrapping a blanket around me. "Sleep tight, kitten."

[sadhours]

omg bestie ok I’ll forget this idea so I need to tell u now- if u don’t like it or something always tell me. ILL STOP AFTER THIS HAHAHA

giving dom billy a handjob in a bathtub. You convince him to let you be in charge for once, He’s the little spoon and he’s just so fucking vocal and moaning so much. When he cums you take him by surprise by only stopping briefly before continuing again. He’s so shocked but turned on and he’s starting to losing his dominance, he becomes over stimulated but doesn’t use his safe word. At one point he even says ‘it’s too much’ or something yet he’s bucking himself into your hand and cums even more. It’s the hottest thing ever

ofc he takes payback in another form- maybe the next day?( I’ll leave that to ur imagination to write go wild bestie)

Heheh I love you ❤️

Sometimes Billy allowed you a bit of control. It wasn’t often but occasionally he would let you comfort him. Like now. He had a rough day of classes, college was harder than he anticipated and obtaining his major in marine biology was more demanding than he imagined. He had a lab today, he was on his feet for hours and he mentioned something about being sore. You suggested a bath. And Billy thought, ya know what, he didn’t take enough baths. You had the tub, might as well use it. He was privy to showers but you were an advocate for bubble baths. So he said fuck it and agreed.

He didn’t anticipate you getting in first and insisting he relax on top of you. Billy didn’t usually like being little spoon, he liked being able to hold you. But you insisted he deserved a bit of comfort and let’s face it, worship.

So that’s how he ended up with his back pressed against your chest in the tub. You’d helped wash his hair and torso, admiring the curves of his muscle as you massaged the soap against his skin. Then your hands got lower and lower and well… his thick flaccid cock was just there and you were pretty obsessed with it so you couldn’t not grab onto it. And Billy’s only human, it doesn’t stay soft for long, not with the way you squeeze the base. It’s fun to watch it grow but it also surges heat between your legs. You kiss against his neck, working your hand up and down his length languidly. He makes the prettiest sounds, little whines and whimpers.

Billy has the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. Nine inches— cut. The fucking thing almost reached his belly button it was so long. The slightest curve to it. Thick and heavy, the tip always gets the nicest shade angry red and God, does he get wet! Pale precum leaking from the tip. You find yourself totally captivated by it. It’s the best looking dick. Better than any you’ve seen. You’ve even suggested maybe he had a future in porn, surely anyone who saw it would worship it.

And his balls! You were equally infatuated with them. A good handful, not too low but not too high. They were sensitive, you loved to lick all over them, suck one gently into your mouth. Loved the way he would whine and whimper.

Billy kept himself very well groomed, blonde curls trailing from his lower abdomen to right above the base of his cock; the rest always shaved clean. He told you it felt better that way.

As you stroke him, he lays his head against your shoulder and these gorgeous, lovely moans tumble from his lips. You can’t help but think of how badly he deserves this, his pretty cock is worthy of all your attention and adoration.

You work him over in your hand, watching the motions in a bit of trance. In fact, you’re so enthralled by the view that you barely feel his weight on you. And moments where sex becomes solely for Billy’s pleasure weren’t rare. Because let’s face it, you don’t get any physical stimulation from having his cock in your hand or shoved down your throat but mentally, you were absolutely euphoric. Anything you could do to make him feel good, you would.

You curve your hand on the upstroke, making sure to run the pad of your thumb against his slit down to where his most sensitive spot is, where the head meets the shaft. When you do so, Billy tilts his head back and moans all pretty for you. A smile tugs at your lips as you pepper kisses along his exposed neck, “You like that, baby?”

“Mhm,” he moans softly, “feels so good.”

You bite at his skin while you begin to stroke him faster and he grabs ahold of your left hand, lacing your fingers. The water sloshes around you due the pump of your hand and the minuscule thrust of his hips. Your whole body erupts in tingles, turned on by what you’re able to do to him. Billy gasps out as you squeeze the base of him and hold still, his eyelids fluttering open so he can watch.

Once you know he’s looking, you continue stroking him but this time your grip is tighter and you begin to focus on the top of his shaft, ignoring the head and the base. Your head swims because he’s just so fucking hard and you’re starting to feel a little feral, eager to make him climax.

He whines, a slew of ‘em while his eyebrows shoot up and his mouth falls open. You know he’s close and you kiss his jaw, giggling softly while jerking him faster.

“Shit,” he curses, hips stuttering up while he lets go of your hand to grip the edge of the tub, “gonna c-cum.”

You bite his jaw and begin to include his tips in the strokes, not slowing down even a bit. As he starts to climax, you tightly wrap your fingers along his base and hold it steady. Lips parting with a smile as you watch his orgasm shoot out of him, smoothing your left hand over his hip.

He pants, chest heaving while he comes down from his high but he’s still hard. And you’re curious if he could go again so quickly. You giggle again and kiss his jaw some more before continuing to pump his dick in your hand.

Billy heaves a choked out sound, high pitched and shocked. It’s almost a squeak. His whole body jerks with it but he settles against you, rolls his hips into it as he moans some more. It excites you more, he’s done this to you many times, you know the feeling. It almost hurts but yet feels so good, too good to make it stop. He makes no sounds of protest, so you keep stroking him, using the cum that had dripped back down as lube which makes it even easier to pump him in your hand. You’ve got him whimpering, squeezing his eyes shut as he keeps his head tilted against your shoulder.

He gasps out after a minute, “Babe.. too much.”

The way his hips are bucking up into your hand tell you he’s loving it.

“I know you can cum again,” you coo, “I know you’re already close.”

Billy grits his teeth, eyebrows furrowing as he writhes above you. It’s quite the situation to see, your roles reversed. Usually he’s the dominant one, has you crying as he pulls orgasm after earth shattering orgasm from you. The stroke of your hand is a little worthless at this point, he’s fucking himself up into your fist until he’s spilling out for the second time. You keep pumping him in your hand until he grabs a hold of your wrist to interrupt.

“You fucking brat,” he mumbles with a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

“You love it.”

-

You and Billy get home from the bar on campus. The two of you have class in the morning so you behaved yourselves. Only a couple of drinks, a nice pleasant buzz warming your body. You stand at the bathroom counter, tying your hair up so you can get started on your bedtime routine. As your washing your face, Billy comes in and makes his way to the toilet. He lifts the seat and pulls himself out his jeans to pee. It’s all so domestic, the way he doesn’t care that you’re in here. He’s the only man you’ve seen pee and he’s actually scolded you for watching once or twice. But hey, you were just curious. You didn’t have a dick of your own.

He sees you peeking over and he shakes his head, “You’re such a weirdo.”

“I’m not weird!” you defend yourself as you squeeze toothpaste on your toothbrush.

Billy flushes after tucking himself away and turns to you, “Wouldn’t you think it was weird if I watched you pee?”

“No,” you admit around your toothbrush, scooting aside so he can wash his hands.

“Yeah, well I won’t ‘cause it’s weird,” he says, drying off his hands before reaching for his own toothbrush and the paste.

You shrug and the two of you stand side by side, looking at each other in the mirror as you brush your teeth. Billy always gives you this excited, giddy feeling. You swear you’ve never felt this way about anyone ever. Since you’d started first, you’re finished first. As Billy leans forward to spit into the sink, you slide your fingers into the curls at the bottom of his scalp. Not exactly sure why, you just want to touch him. Can’t help yourself. He rinses his mouth out and stands, turning to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close. His lips meet yours, tongue sliding across your lower lip before meeting your own. It’s easy to melt into it, melt into Billy.

He pulls away with a smile, “Minty.”

You roll your eyes, pushing his shoulder before making the short trip to your bedroom. You change into your nightgown, turn on the tiny TV and crawl into your bed. Billy follows, stripping down to his underwear before crawling in behind you. He grabs onto your waist and pulls you close, kissing your neck.

“Billy,” you giggle, “we have class tomorrow.”

“So what?” he asks, lips grazing your skin while his hand travels down and pushes your nightgown up and over your thighs. Billy’s got this way about him that has you melt against his touch, your legs start to part as you feel his fingertips dance against the skin of your thighs.

“We need to sleep tonight,” you mumble, tilting your head to give him more purchase of your neck.

“Uh huh,” Billy sits up between your legs and peels down your underwear. “You’ll get some sleep tonight…. Eventually.”

He smiles smugly down at you, getting his thighs under yours as he tilts your hips up. Your body ignites in anticipation, giggling softly as you watch him carefully. His eyes meet yours before he purses his lips, letting a trail of saliva drool out of his mouth and down to your cunt. A gasp falls out of your lips, watching him intently while he brings his fingers to between your legs. Billy’s fingers spread his spit through your folds, mixing with your slick while he holds down on your hip with his left hand. His lips tug up in smirk, watching the way your legs tremble at his touch. And he’s barely done anything.

“That feel good, baby?” he coos like you’re stupid, it shouldn’t turn you on the way it does.

You nod at him, bringing your hands up to your chest while attempting to roll your hips but Billy’s smoothing his hand out across your navel to still your movements, pressing you into the mattress while he rubs his thumb against your clit in circles.

“Billy…” you whine out, arching at his touch.

He spreads your pussy lips apart with his fingers, leaning forward to let another pool of salvia drip out of my mouth and onto your folds. Then he slaps his fingers against your cunt, grinning deviously while you yelp out from the contact. It surges wetness from you and leaves you squirming under his grip.

“Billy, more,” you beg and he listens, slipping a single digit into your wet heat. It feels nice but it’s not quite enough. You’re absolutely eager for more, need him to stretch you out. “More, more!”

He tsks, pulls his finger out and looks down at you with his lips pouted, “So goddamn needy.”

You whimper, wiggling your hips in frustration. You knew you should’ve kept your mouth shut but you’re desperate and sometimes Billy drags it out and spends way too much time teasing. He grabs a hold of your thighs, spreads them further apart and looks down at you.

“You won’t get what you want by being a brat,” he tells you with a raised brow.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, trying to still your hips.

He hums, “You’re sorry?”

You nod, “Yes, sir. I’ll be good. I promise.”

Billy smiles and reaches back down to your cunt, circling his fingers along your entrance and you do everything you can to not roll your hips. In a swift movement, he enters you with his digits. Two of them. Sometimes it actually pays to be a brat. Billy might act like he won’t give you what you want but he’s not going to torture you. He wants you to feel good, he wants to please you.

You moan out softly, eyes fluttering shut while your head tilts back against the pillows. He pumps his fingers slowly, curling them up to press against your g-spot. He presses his left hand on your navel again, holding you down as he fucks you with his fingers.

“Look at me, babe,” he demands, “Wanna see those pretty eyes while I make you cum.”

You obey, opening your eyes to meet his blue ones. His pupils are big, dark with lust. It makes your body even hotter, the way he looks at you.

“There she is,” he coos with a smirk, slipping a third finger inside of you. Another moan falls from you and you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“Fuck, Billy…” you whine.

The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt is delicious, his eyes glance from between your legs to your face and the satisfied smile on his face is intoxicating. He curls his fingers as he drags them against your tight walls. Your stomach tightens as that familiar feeling erupts through you, makes your toes curl and your face feel hot.

“I’m… i’m coming,” you confess, grabbing onto his arm that’s pinning you to the bed while you come down around his fingers, clenching the digits while you cry out.

Billy doesn’t stop, though. He works his fingers even harder, pulling more cries and moans from you. It’s brutally overwhelming and you whimper out, clawing at his arm.

“Billy.. too much, ah!”

He bites his lip as your eyes meet and then he says, “Payback, baby. You’re gonna cum again.”

You immediately know he’s referring to the day before when you did the same to him in the tub. And while it’s a little painful because you’re sensitive, you’d really rather he didn’t stop. He lowers himself between your legs, still pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt as he licks through your folds. Your hands immediately grab at his curls, back arching while he laps at your clit.

“Oh my fucking god!” you cry out, thighs trembling.

Billy hums against you, lips curling up as he swirls his tongue around your clit. You tug at his hair, back arching up. You’re far past being overstimulated, begging for him to pull another orgasm from you.

“Billy…” you moan, closing your eyes tight as he sucks and licks at your folds.

His fingers work harder as his lips wrap around your clit and it sends you over the edge for a second time. You writhe against him, thighs trapping his head between them while you hold on tightly to his hair. When you come down and release him, he moves up and cups your face in his hands, kissing you deeply. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you wrap your arms around him, sighing into the kiss. As he presses his body flush against yours, you can feel his erection in his briefs pressed against your sore pussy.

You giggle softly, pushing his curls off his forehead as you look up at him, “Fuck me.”

Billy laughs, it’s breathless and beautiful. Like he can’t believe you’re asking for more.

“Ya sure? Can you handle it?” he asks softly, eyes a little glassy.

You nod, hooking your fingers in the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down, “Wanna make you feel good.”

Billy hums and kisses you again, helping kick his briefs off. He reaches between your bodies to grab a hold of his cock, dragging the tip through your soaked folds. Your body jolts at the stimulation, forcing a giggle out of you and he smiles, looking down at you.

“You sure you’re sure?” he licks his lips, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“It hurts so good,” you defend, “please fuck me.”

Billy exhales sharply, clearly affected by your words before he slips his cock inside your throbbing hole. You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist which only pushes him deeper inside you. He groans, grabbing onto your jaw as he looks down at you.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he mumbles, which makes you giggle because you’d told him too much earlier and he didn’t stop. You didn’t say the safe word, though. You never have with Billy. Never needed to.

“Shut up,” you say around your giggles and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Want you to fuck me until I can’t think anymore.”

Billy inhales sharply, thrusts his hips hard against you and don’t miss the glazed over lustful look in his eyes. You know he loves when you talk like that.

“Yeah?” he grunts, “You’re such a good little cock slut. Want me to use this tight fuck hole?”

“Yes, sir,” you manage to gasp out.

His hips piston harder and faster, he pulls back just enough so he can loosely hold onto your throat and hip. The force of his thrusts make your tits bounce, makes your whole body shake underneath him. And he’s true to his word, he uses you like his own personal fuck toy. Billy’s face contorts in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed and his adorable nose scrunched up in concentration. You watch his face until you can’t anymore, the sensation of a third orgasm creeping up on you and your eyes cross before they squeeze shut. You’re practically screaming, noises uncontrollable while Billy drills into you relentlessly. Once your body seizes with the third, incredibly tiring climax, Billy pulls out and crawls up so his cock is in your face. He jerks himself a few times before shooting across your face. A few drops land on your awaiting tongue but when he’s so riled up, his sim is shit and he gets most of it on your cheeks and hair.

He pants above you as you swallow what’s in your mouth. You keep your eyes shut just in case. It doesn’t feel like any landed on them but to be safe, you wait patiently for him to clean you up. And after he does, he lays beside you, lights a cigarette and pats your thigh.

“You did good, doll. Always such a good girl for me.”

[joshsbimbo]

christmas special

part 2

pairings: top! josh futterman x power bottom! fem! reader

warnings: shower sex idk, ur a retail worker, trying really hard to be up to ur interpretation but it’s HARD, whimpering meow, part two is more christmas themed, i’m sorry if you don’t celebrate christmas

a/n: was supposed to be one part and NOT 1.2k words but i got distracted. the original ploy was supposed to be part two (which i’m posting tmr!! muah!)

♡ holidays were the worst for retail workers. rude customers ignore their pleas or push past them aggressively. josh knew it all, not because he worked as one, but because you did. the night of black friday, you came home and dropped into his arms. he massaged your sore body as you ranted about your day of ed sheeran blasting throughout the store, kids sobbing and throwing tantrums, items on the floor, working overtime, not being able to sit down, and how much your boss sucked ESPECIALLY on black friday.

♡ it was the week of christmas, and you were dreading every single day. hugging josh for extra long in bed, pushing into him like a needy cat. mumbling against his skin as you pecked it, "i don't wanna go.."

♡ "i know, baby. i promise when you come back, you’ll get to unwrap your presents, we’ll make cookies and.." he whispered.

♡ your heart dropped, "it's christmas already? fuck.." you buried your face into his chest, mentally cursing yourself out. "i've been so caught up in work that.. fuck, fuck.. i didn’t get any gifts.."

♡ 'it's okay, baby. i understand.." he kisses your skin softly.

♡ "no.. no it's no-" your alarm to get ready for work goes off, and you sink into his touch even more.

♡ "i love you, baby. don't worry, just focus on yourself." he kisses your lips softly, the mint from his toothpaste still very strong.

♡ you groan as he gently lifts you up, you sit there as he starts the shower. he brings all your favorite products as well, like your lotion, and other products you use. when you walked in, his waist had a towel hanging from it, and a big smile on his face.

♡ "i thought this would be nicer than showering by yourself.." he mumbled before covering his face, blushing, "no, this is silly.."

♡ "no! i need this! please.." you take off his shirt you wore as pajamas, he scans your curves unintentionally. "i've been missing your touch since i started working overtime, joshy.." you lay your hands on his chest gently, admiring his features.

♡ josh looked into your eyes, understanding that you needed this. he made sure the water was warm before helping you enter inside, following you behind.

♡ you both let the water run on your bare bodies, he put a small glob of shampoo onto his hand, rubbed it so suds appeared, and massaged your scalp with it. you closed your eyes, enjoying his touch.

♡ "you're so pretty, baby.." he said as he helped you rinse your hair from the remaining shampoo.

♡ you smile, trying to open your eyes to see him. he is so blurry from the water landing on your eyelashes, but you can still see his cute smile.

♡ he did the same with the conditioner, massaging the ends of your hair with it.

♡ as he rinsed your hair again, he admired your face since your eyes were closed. counting all your beauty marks, wanting to kiss all of them, but he knew he would take it too far, considering the location...

♡ the part he was dreading the most. body wash on his hands, rubbing your bare shoulders. you looked deep into his eyes, while his eyes were making sure you were lathered. his hands explored lower, cupping your chest, paying extra attention to your sensitive buds. your breath hitched, and he knew he fucked up. when he finally made eye contact, your face was flushed and your eyes were half hooded.

♡ you whine when he pulled away, grabbing more soap to wash the rest of your body. he gently rubbed your stomach, squishing it and smiling. "i love you so much.." he whispered as he explored your curves. you were always so sensitive to his touch, your cunt drips with the water as you hold on to him. his big and rough hands continue to massage your body with the suds.

♡ "i love you too, but i need you.. my job can wait.. please?" he smiles and giggles, looking away to hide his blush.

♡ “i still need to make sure you’re clean, babe..”

♡ he puts his hand between your thighs, making sure the water rinses your sensitive places. rubbing your clit, your folds, and teasing your hole. your hands gripped his arm tightly, not expecting the touch.

♡ he pulls his hands away to cup your ass, rubbing more soap on it as an excuse to grope you. "you're so pretty when you're needy, baby."

♡ "shut uppp.." you mumbled against his skin, leaving him small hickeys. he whimpers in response, his cock leaking more and more as you touch him. you reach your hand around his length, feeling it throb. "please, joshy..?"

♡ his aching cock twitched into your hand, his hips thrusting into your touch, using your grip as a flesh light. "i'll do whatever you want me to."

♡ “keep moving your hips like the pretty boy you are, joshy..” you say, using the body wash as lube.

♡ his breath shakes as his thrusts become faster, “i need to feel you..”

♡ in a mocking tone, “i still need to make sure you’re clean, babe.”

♡ “f-fuck you..” his head jumping back, feeling your thumb rub his sensitive tip. his pre cum makes it easier to swirl around his tip quickly, feeling it throb pathetically.

♡ “you know i hate it when you’re acting like a bitch.” you mumble. “but i’m about to be late for work.” you let go of his cock, turning around to bend over against the cold tiles.

♡ his eyes scans the water droplets on your naked body, ogling at your curves. “you’re so pretty..”

♡ “shut up and fuck me.” he wastes no time to position himself infront of your entrance, his huge and rough hands spreading your ass to make it easier. the head of his cock is enough to stretch you out, you whine at the painful pleasure. no matter how many times he cums inside of you, you never get use to the thickness.

♡ his length was worse, perfectly pressed against your cervix. he makes sure you’re gripping the slippery tiles before thrusting deeper, immediately hitting your sweet spot. your walls already tightening around him before he has the chance to fuck you properly.

♡ his arms wrap around your waist, holding you still as he pounds into your sweet spot. wanting to make it quick so you wouldn’t be late, but also wanting to let this moment linger longer. your back is pressed against his chest, he pecks your neck with kisses, whimpering into your ear.

♡ you struggle to hold yourself up, but with his arms holding you tightly against his chest, you barely need to hold onto the wall. your ass jiggles after every thrust, your legs shaking after every sound that escapes his lips. vocal men are the fucking best.

♡ his whines become high pitched, “fuck, i’m gonna cum.. babybabybaby..!” he bites your neck to try to quiet himself. you gasp in response, tightening around him, and tears running down your cheeks from your sweet spot being abused.

♡ “need- your cum, please!” you try to say between moans, his thick cock sloppily stretching you out, before he thrusts deep inside of you. his tip spurring loads of his cum, twitching pathetically as he pants against your ear.

♡ he carefully pulls out, mesmerized by his cum leaking out of you. he grabs you by the chin, pulling you in, kissing your perfect lips.

♡ “i love you..”

♡ “i love you too, baby.”

thx for reading !

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 33

welcome to the thirty-third fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Rose-Colored Boy by melancholymango

“I missed you, you know.”

“Yeah?” Lance sighed, warm and giddy, clearly not absorbing how serious the words truly were. Keith nodded his head for a few seconds, not trusting himself to speak around the size of his emotions. He was suddenly brought back to the years alone on the whale, when all he’d had to keep him going was memories of his friends, of Lance.

“Yeah.” Keith said, more certainty in his voice now. He reached down, hesitantly threading his fingers through Lance’s and giving his hand a squeeze. Lance tensed next to him. “I still do.”

“I mean, I’m right here.”

“Are you? You still seem pretty far away.”

again i know im not really big on those fics that make the team out to be deliberately cruel, but sometimes its cathartic tbh. sometimes you remember canon and ur just like yeah what if he got angry. what if someone got angry for him. what then. and mango gives us that

2. Swamp of Sorrows by SwissArmyKnife

Pike gets exposed to acidic ooze, which leads Block (& Keith) to make a few discoveries about their party’s rogue.

“We can't leave them like this,” Meklavar said of Valayun and Pike, who’d been laid beside the fire. "Look at how bad those welts are." She came up with a bottle of oil and a cake of soap. "I can smell water nearby. We can get them washed and roll them in a blanket to sleep off the spore. What do you think?"

"I think it's our only choice," Takashi said.

monsters and mana fic!!!!! everybody say YES to righteous anger on pike’s behalf. and also say yes to pike bc i love him. this fic is interesting bc its a little tense and awkward bc this ragtag team of misfits doesnt quite trust each other yet but they also cant quite stop themselves from caring about each other. so even though they dont all agree on eveyrthing and dont agree about all, they do agree that pike needs more care than he got. also unrelated but the fact that shiro’s m&m name is fucking takashi kills me every time like man just wants to be himself 💀

3. Beneath the Champagne Sea by SwissArmyKnife

The paladins make a diplomatic visit to a planet with sexual dimorphism roughly opposite that of Earth. Women are larger and more powerful, while men are leaner and smaller. Cue their horror at gaunt, sickly Pidge and mild disgust with the ’womanly’ Shiro. Lance hits the sweet spot. He's got the build and features to draw the eyes and the charm to keep them. Their hosts are quite taken with him, in particular the daughter of the queen, whose forwardness is a comic reversal of Lance’s usual dynamic with women. Lance likes the attention and finds her intriguing, but eventually things take a discomforting turn.

Lance tried to step around her, wanting to walk away from a conversation that seemed less and less likely to end well, but Leh’n seized his wrist before he could. Her grip was tight, and freeing himself would require an act of aggression, which he still wanted to avoid. ‘Think of the mission, of how important it is to get the castle up and running again,’ he coached himself.

Still, that did nothing to stop his blood pressure from skyrocketing as Leh’n leaned closer and said. “I am not accustomed to reluctance.”

i swear to god that ive recced this before, but i couldnt find it in my records so here it is!! this fic is endlessly fascinating. the exploration of gender roles is super interesting, considering who is impacted in this fic and how. the discussion about beauty standards, power imbalances, the alien wrench in things was so cool! and i think lance, who is very much someone who rides that gender lines in terms of presentation of hobbies and even chracter traits, makes sense as the main character here. interesting think piece. 

4. you had me at merlot by @ryomakun

“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

--

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you'd expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

this fic is HILARIOUS. its one of the firsts i ever screenshotted for the scrapbook i have of fics that made me laugh out loud. i offer you this one part that really made me giggle: 

““It tastes good,” Keith says petulantly as he glares at the accusing finger Hunk has pointed at him. “No offense Hunk but that stuff you gave me for my twenty-first tasted like feet and antiseptic.”

“That was a merlot,” Hunk wails. “The good kind, too!”

Ignoring them, Lance stands in front of the rum selection. This is why he didn’t want to bring anyone. They might call him loud and embarrassing, but at least he doesn’t yell inside WalMart about the virtues of a “real red wine.” An elderly couple passes through, eying the bickering three. Lance resolutely pretends he is here shopping by himself.“

the way they are so ridiculous that LANCE of all people is embarrassed of them...cinema. also this fic is peak bc it has klance as enemies to lovers and childhood friends to lovers at the same time. iconique

5. Flayed by @admiralcanthackett

Lance gets hit with a face full of spores and it leaves him wracked with pain. Touch is the only relief he can find.

yes i know i tag this author all the time but in my defense there was a point in my life where i was OBSESSED with faer fics. truly. anyways this one has unexpectedly protective keith, like to a very high degree, and im loving the heavy themes of trust and emotional as well as physical vulnerability 

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[redr0sewrites]

Self Care With Aaravos Hcs

🥀CW: the writer is ridiculously not ok over aaravos, fluff, mentions of non-sexual nudity and bathing, mentions of shaving

aaravos is someone who prioritizes self care alot, and has a lot of self care products. especially within his imprisonment, in the beginning he was very neglectful of himself and lowkey depressed but after he eventually understood the situation and adjusted he would prob start doing self care at least to occupy the time

he has the silkiest, smoothest, thickest most luscious hair uve ever seen and has like a billion products for it

his haircare routine is probably like 40 steps alone 💀 not to mention all of the time he spends styling his hair and brushing it through

aaravos has a wall of all the products that he uses and its all neatly labeled and organized in sections depending on what its used for

if u want to help him with his hair, he will gladly let you wash it for him however will instruct u on the specific process and will make u use all pf his products in a super specific order 😭😭😭

he would also wash ur hair for u too, and is super gentle if u have curly hair like me

i wouldnt say this is a self care hc, but when hes out of his prison he definitely styles his hair a lot more than just leaving it down! i hc that he would probably wear it in so many styles, and will spend a lot of time in the morning braiding it or tying it up and adding in accessories :)

i feel like he would do skincare too, i remember seeing this one silly comic on the official tdp website that you can find here, but its basically a (joke) comic ab aaravos dealing with a pimple that i just found hilarious and i feel like would it be very in character for him to have a super good skincare routine

if ur someone who has/had really bad acne and skin like me, he would definitely do skincare with u and would teach you about elven products that he likes (only if u wanted him too tho)

he likes doing face masks with u and the both of you love having self care and skincare days where u guys just chill

its so funny when u walk in on him relaxing with a face mask on and cucumbers over his eyes, but its also kinda endearing that he trusts u enough to be so relaxed and vulnerable around u!

aaravos has a lot of body washes and soaps, and when the two of u bathe together its like a whole mf spa he will pour in bubbles and use all these nice smelling soaps like omfg hes so spoiled but u both love it

along with that, i feel like hes the type to use a lot of body scrubs so he always smells nice yk? i also feel like hes the type to shave and keeps his body hair to a minimum, but doesnt really care what u do ab that he just feels more comfortable without it

when yall bathe or shower together u cant help but admire him cuz hes just so,, pretty and its so mesmerizing to watch him go through all the steps of his self care routines-

im imagining him gently running his hands through your hair as he washes it, humming softly to himself and gently holding your head and cupping your face as he rinses the soap out, placing soft kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders auugh. he then proceeds to carefully wash your entire body, softly rubbing his body soaps across your back, down your chest, on your legs and wherever u want, hes very content in just washing u and worshiping your body. aaravos will trail kisses all over ur body after washing u, hes so devoted to u do mi ti why not me im gonna cry why arent u real

i also feel like aaravos would have very pretty hands and uses a lot of lotions and oils for his hands and nails, he does nail and hand selfcare and will do your nails for u if u want him too!

i feel like he would keep his relatively short but still a little long, and would absolutely ROCK glittery silver nails!!!

he will kiss u on the back of ur hand when hes done doing ur nails for u hhhhhh im not ok

he loves it when u use his hand lotions, or any of his products really. theres a possessive part of aaravos that is very pleased seeing u enjoy his products, and the fact that u smell like him and smell good is a bonus

u both will have self care date days and will take care of eachother the whole day, taking turns doing all of ur routines and having a whole spa day and relaxing with soothing incense burning in the background and its just a wonderful and relaxing time with ur lover <3

what i would do to have him be real.... i put WAYY too much effort into this even with the knowledge that nobodies probably gonna read it cuz the aaravos x reader tag is so dead 😔pushing the acts of service aaravos agenda today 🤭 why isnt he real oh my god why isnt he reallllllll people better read this omg i spent so much time on this i put my whole heart soul and pussy into writing this

[stevebabey]

ruby my angel congratulations on the milestone! very well deserved ilysm 🥺🫶

can i pls request ❤️‍🔥 a stevie blurb with prompt 11. a kiss that says ''we're late for work, but let's be later'' from list 5 pls? thank you so much!! @stvharrngton

kyrie!!! thank u my love!! ugh beloved i'm so glad ur here this was such a sweet prompt and i'm more than delighted to write it for u <3 i hope u enjoy it sweets :)) @stvharrngton

You’re undecided on whether mornings in Steve’s bed are a slice of heaven or a special form of torture.

On one hand, it’s bliss being between the sheets and in his arms. On the other, it has to end at some point. Especially on days you have early shifts, the both of you.

During this time of year, when the days get a bit longer, you wake to the sun more often than not. The bedroom gets drenched in gold, filtering through from a gap in the curtains, soft lines of light that paint you both rich and warm. Steve does it on purpose, some built-in fear about pitch black rooms. You never really mind anyways.

The alarm clock switches on the radio at 7am precisely. The top hits of 1987 melt out of the speakers and wooze over the airwaves, a soundtrack to your boyfriend’s mumbly-grumbly wakeup. He’s on his front, head turned towards you and the moment he’s awake, his brows scrunch together.

You’re feeling lucky to have woken before him, if only to watch his drousy yawns. He lets out a tired groan, snuffles into the pillow closer, and murmurs wordlessly. Your cheek crinkles the pillow as you grin easily, watching him.

Then you laugh a bit when you see him falling back to sleep easily, rocked by the sound of Heaven is a Place on Earth on the radio. You curl your hand over his shoulder, giving it a gentle jostle. Steve stirs, letting out another tired groan.

“How is it...” The beginnings of a sentence trips out his mouth, his eyes still closed. Your fingers start skirting about on his skin, tracing the dozens of freckles on his shoulder. It must be ticklish, shown in Steve’s wrinkled nose and the way he shivers, trying to dust your touch off him. “S’morning?” He asks, voice all gravelly.

“Mmhm,” You affirm, sweeping the hair back from his forehead. Steve finally peeks an eye open, one glimmer of his brown irises. You lend a dainty kiss to his shoulder and wiggle up from under the covers. Steve stares as you climb out of the bed, giving another dramatic huff that has the sheet fluttering around him. 

He stretches like a cat in the sun, some deep sound from his throat that has you whipping around — really wondering for a moment if he was going to start the day that way. With an amused smile at his lazy stretches, arms above his head, you begin to putter around to gather everything you need for the shower.

You get two steps into the bathroom before you call out to him. “You coming?”

There’s a shuffle behind you, a couple loud noises, and one muttered swear. You laugh quietly to yourself, knowing he's launched himself out of bed at your proposition.

“Yes! Yep, definitely, I’ll meet you in there!”

It‘s the opposite of a productive shower. Steve tries to wash his hair, yet insists you do it better, and melts under your magic fingers. He soaps up your back, along your shoulders and then makes the mistake of pressing a kiss to the skin — and quickly regrets it with a bleh, spitting out the soap. You laugh, nearly slip on the excess soap he’s managed to use, and the pair of you spend more time goofing off than cleaning.

Time is short by the time you’re out and into your clothes for work. The alarm clock blinks, radio wallowing love ballads now. You click it off and meet Steve down in the kitchen, feet moving with haste.

Steve looks handsome, as he always does. His hair’s still a bit wet, a few droplets on the collar of his shirt and he smiles when you enter, like you’re brought the sun in with you. He’s already fixed a pot of coffee, the smell percolating in the morning air, and he tastes like it when you press up on your toes and kiss him.

You’re late by now, you’re sure of it. Steve’s hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer, humming ever-so-contently against your lips. He kisses like he’s got all the time in the world, his mouth sweet and hot, his love feeling nearly tangible around you. You decide that being more than a little late is entirely worth it if he keeps kissing you like this.

join the celebration!

[milkiematcha]

i love love love your work on jeno and these days i’ve been thinking abt perv!jeno as your boyfriend and how he’s actually such a sweet and loving bf but every once in a while he peaks in when you’re showering or flips your skirt just to see what underwear you’re wearing

(also you’re more than welcome to ignore this if it isn’t ur cup of tea!!!! i love yr writing tho hehe 🫶🏼)

thank you!! and i absolutely love this ask anon<33 i think this ties in a bit to male manipulator jeno, so if you want a rewrite without the manipulation-ish bits please tell me!!

jeno tried his best to be a nice boyfriend- he really did. flowers nearly every week, making sure you were always warm and well rested, hell, he even kept hair ties on his wrist just in case you forgot one. but there was something about your innocence, the way you batted your eyelashes up at him like he could do no wrong that was just so enticing.

strike 1: you were walking up the stairs, bouncing slightly on the balls of your feet in excitement for the movie you two planned to watch and your skirt jumped just high enough to show off your underwear. plain, but with the slightest bit of lace detailing that accentuated the swell of your ass so perfectly that he had to excuse himself to the bathroom.

strike 2: you were getting ready for a shower and he barged in looking for hand soap. he left right away, of course, but the image of you, with your arms curled over your breasts as you stuttered out his name, your cheeks flushed and your legs crossed in an attempt to hide your cute little cunt was burned into his head for the rest of the day. it didn't help when you forgot your towel and he had to poke his head in to hand it to you while you were totally soaked.

strike 3: you were sick and he came over to help with your chores, as well as to drop off homemade chicken soup. like a good, non-perv boyfriend. but while he was sorting through your laundry he just happened to stumble across the pair of underwear from the movie night, the ones that had him shamefully jerking his hand over the head of his cock in the bathroom to the image of you. against his better judgement, they ended up in his pocket. and then wrapped around his cock. and they never found their way back to you.

three strikes, he was out. he tried his best to maintain his good boyfriend image, he really did, but your panties started going missing in a suspicious volume and him, trying to stay a loving boyfriend, blamed it on the washing machine. so, in an effort to make up for your very perverted washing machine, he offered to take you shopping for more.

you naively agreed.

he really, really tried to keep it pg. pointing out simple panties with little design. not anything he'd steal, at least. but you noticed the way his eyes lingered on the lacier pairs, the sets that connected with intricate little ties and bows, and of course, being a girlfriend who just wants him happy, offered to try it on.

he basically threw his card at the poor cashier.

and so started the saga of him buying skimpier and skimpier lingerie for you, his mind completely focused on the way it hugs your curves and your shy expressions. these all, of course, went missing, but he used it as an excuse to buy more, and more, and more until you were constantly wearing new lacy sets.

this, of course, fed his addiction to glancing at you in compromising positions. bent over to search for a remote, or walking up the stairs were his go to until he just needed more. so he started doing it himself, flipping your skirt up when there was nobody around or purposely doing things that would force you to expose the swell of your ass to him. the best part? you were none the wiser.

[goldendoodledenny]

Requested by anon

(ugh... I absolutely HATE when the draft doesn't save... It frickin' posts instead... OWJEEHDHJWDJJSHS)

Amalia x gn reader- pampered like royalty (sfw)

Reader is gender neutral and referred to as y/n

They forget to take proper care of themselves, so Amalia invited them over for some self care and pampered them! 💚

Amalia cared deeply for y/n... She loved them... Dearly... So it absolutely ticked her off when she found y/n looked fatigued, like they hadn't eaten all day... And they looked dehydrated... And sleepy... And they stank a bit too...

Amalia grabbed their hands. "Y/n! Have you actually taken care of yourself today!?" She shouted, concerned about their health.

"uh... Oh crud... Hehe...sorry... I kinda... Forgot..?" They responded nervously.

Amalia starts pulling them towards the palace, saying that she was gonna help them.

..........

They arrived at her room, specifically her bathroom, and she draws a bubble bath, making sure y/n liked the temp of the water. "Alright, I'm gonna go talk to the chef and get them to make ur favorite food, I'm also gonna get ur favorite cold drink, ok? Now, you need a bath, I'll go, you take your bath, got it?" She informed y/n.

Y/n murmured an I understand and she left. They took their clothes off, and stepped into the bath, laying in it, realizing how much they needed it, and it had bubbles too! They relaxed in the water, and after a bit, they hear Amalia knocking on the door.

"y/n, I have your drink, and I'll wash your hair before you really relax, ok?" She didn't give them any time to argue, as she opens the door, putting the drink on the sink.

They hurried and covered themselves, face red. "A-Amalia... Couldn't you wait?" Y/n pleaded.

"No, silly, you were probably gonna doze off..." She said, motioning for them to sit up.

They sat up against the wall of the bathtub, back to Amalia, and making sure their stuff was covered. Amalia started washing their hair, first soaking it with water, then putting shampoo in their hair, kneading it into their scalp, relaxing them further, making them forget they were flustered just a bit ago.

"you know, shampoo should only be used on your scalp, as it's used to clean the grease and oil and such..." She drones on about the importance of taking good care of your hair, and how to do so.

Y/n completely tuned out, just listening to her voice, not the words. They snapped back to reality, as Amalia was rinsing their hair. "You ok, y/n?" She asked, concerned at the sudden jolt from them.

"o-oh... Yah... I just zoned out for a bit..." They responded, not wanting her to know how soothing her fingers were on their scalp.

"ok... If you say so..." She said, sceptical.

The princess continued rinsing the soap out of their hair. After that, she put conditioner on her hands and applied it to the ends of y/n's hair, telling her why she did.

After that, Amalia stood up, wiping her hands off with a towel, and said, "I'll be back soon to wash the conditioner out of your hair, you wash your body, y/n,"

They nodded, and the sadida walked out, closing the door behind her. They grabbed some body soap and a rag, and started washing themselves.

..........

About ten minutes later, Amalia knocked on the door. "You finished washing your body, y/n?" She asked.

"yah, I'm all done, you can come in," y/n responded, blushing slightly.

Amalia came in and shut the door behind her. She put fresh, comfy-looking clothes on the sink, then started washing their hair out, afterwards giving them the drink. "There you go, drink it, I'll get you once the food is done," she stated, starting to walk out.

"w-wait... Actually... Could you massage my scalp? Like when you were putting the shampoo in my hair?" Y/n asked, face red with embarrassment, taking a drink.

Amalia pretended to be more grumpy than she was and huffed, "fine... But you should know, I'm the princess of the Sadida kingdom and..." She blabbed on and on, walking over and massaging their scalp like earlier.

They relaxed, zoning out again and drinking the drink. After a bit, Amalia stops, and she smiles gently at how relaxed y/n seemed.

..........

After a while, the drink is finished and one of the staff knocked on the door, saying the meal for y/n was ready. Amalia told them to put the meal on her table and she walked out to take care of it, telling y/n to get out of the bath and to put on the clothes she brought in.

They got out of the bath and dried off, putting the clothes on. They walked out of the bathroom, and Amalia sat them on her bed, giving her the plate/bowl of food and some utensils.

Y/n dug into the food, finishing it before long. "That was delicious!" They exclaimed, stuffed.

Amalia smiled softly at their contentness, "I'm glad you thought so... Maybe you'll remember to eat more often... Now come here," she said, sitting criss- crossed on the edge of her bed, pointing to the pillow on the ground in front of her.

Y/n sat there, and Amalia started brushing their damp hair. They thought it was soothing, and they enjoyed it when Amalia did this for them.

Soon, she finished and told y/n to get on the bed, patting the spot in front of her and turning her direction, sitting on her knees. They sit there, and are surprised when Amalia puts their head onto her lap, massaging it.

They smile gently at her, "thank you, Amalia..." They said, yawning.

"you're welcome, y/n... Now, go to sleep," she responded gently.

They don't argue and fall asleep pretty quickly, swearing that they felt her kiss their forehead just before they fell asleep.

The End💚

(MAN I wish she did this to meeee... I'm so sick of being SINGLE T-T)