#1k prompts

[goldenempyrean]

1000 Followers!?!

1000. There's 1000 of you!?

I never really thought so many people would be interested in my little stories, honestly, this is amazing <3 I can't tell everyone enough how much I appreciate every single one of yall :D

To celebrate this milestone, how about we have some celebration prompts? 15 fics? Y'all send in the pairings? Let's do it!

My exams start this week though so fics may not be daily but I'm gonna try my best to get them done asap!

"Are you sure you're meant to be working like this?" Supercorp 

2. "You're like a human heating pad. I love it." Nat x Reader (Sick N)

3. "You don't have to tough it out, you know. Let me take care of you." Yelena x Reader (Sick R)

 

4. "What is (name) going to say when she sees you like this?" WandaNat

 

5. "I'm here for you, no matter what." Yelena + Nat

 

6. “Fevers make you so needy, it’s adorable.”  WandaNat

7. "You're not allowed to be sick, you're too cute for that." WandaNat

 

8. "I'll cancel our plans for tonight. Staying in and taking care of you is more important." Kate x R (Sick K)

 

9. "You look so cute wrapped up in that blanket. Like a little burrito." Nat x R (Sick R)

 

10. "You're really going to take care of me like this?” Lizzie Olsen x R (Sick L)

 

11. "You look like a sad little kitten when you're sick." WandaNat x Reader (Sick R)

 

12. "You don't have to pretend to be strong all the time. It's okay to ask for help." Scarlett x R (Sick S)

 

13. "You need to rest so you can get better and be your cute self again." Kara Danvers x R (Sick K)

 

14. "I can't believe you went to work like this.”  Alex Danvers x R (Sick A)

15. "I'm proud of you for taking care of yourself while I wasn't here, but I think it's time I take over." WandaNat x R (Sick N)

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[cityandking]

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

[lesbinewren]

truly do not understand people looking at something with dynamic, colorful, beautifully stylized animation and going “okay that’s cool but what if it just looked like real life instead”

[killerpancakeburger]

Imagine being a member of the Task Force who's pining after Ghost, but thinking he's not able to fall for anyone right now and may very well never be. It's fine though - you're happy with standing by his side - or at least you try to convince yourself you are. Soap has a deeper bound with him than you, but that's fine too. You would never dare to come between them. Never dare to deprive Ghost of someone he needs.

So when you see Soap in mortal peril, you don't even need to think about it. You shove him out of the way and take the bullet/knife meant for him. You survive, but barely. All is well.

Or so you think, until Ghost barges into your hospital room and rips into you. His fury is equal to the feelings you made him go through: resentment for throwing your life away so casually, fear of losing you, and the helplessness of being unable to save you.

All this time you’ve been convinced that he'd be happier with Soap alive, even if it meant you dead, so you're utterly confused in front of his rage.

[jesterferret]

davekat gaming

[bisexualgoth]

all workers' strikes are good. yes even if they're inconvenient. even if they're making your life harder. even if you don't get to watch your favourite tv show. workers fighting for their rights is ALWAYS a good thing

[hayden-christensen]

@pscentral event 28: throwback

THE STAR WARS PREQUEL TRILOGY on VHS [in/sp] All three prequel trilogy films were officially released on VHS in April 2000, November 2002 and October 2005 respectively. They were the last Star Wars films to be released on the format.

[keyotosprompts]

love's possessing me ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

ur fav tropes (with variations) + microtropes

⇴ person a + person b are both looking for each other, and they wander all around the place until they finally meet in the middle, where they both crash into each other

⇴ enemies to lovers (kind of) because they're in opposite factions that feud. until one day they run into each other on accident, immediately want to kill the other, and get trapped together. slowly, they discover that their own factions are awful, and they must work together to stop injustice (mk storyline!!!)

⇴ super serious and put together b turns into pure mush at the sight of a. i'm talking the brain stopped functioning call 911 bc we think they suffered brain damage. no they're just in love with person a.

⇴ having their own secret code. whether it be hand signs behind their backs, secret looks, or secret touches—as long as it's a secret then i will eat it up.

⇴ getting so tired that person b falls and person a has to catch them. person b ends up laying their head on person a's shoulder, and person a is now stuck with person b

⇴ "i'm not falling in love" and they fall the hardest (idc how used it is i will eat it up until i die)

⇴ person b admiring how person a brightens up any room when they get excited. "the look of love" as some would call it

⇴ two people that help each other heal. they've both had rough pasts, and when they meet each other—initially they hate it but—things start to mend (hometown cha cha cha anyone???)

⇴ banter and teasing at first meeting, but the more they get to know each other, the more they begin to connect.

⇴ person a + person b fighting over who has to sleep on the couch (they're staying at the other person's house), until they both agree on sleeping in the same bed together

⇴ friends to lovers but the other party did not consider them friends. (yikesssss)

⇴ "you lied to me! you kept lying straight to my face! and you expect me to forgive you?" "what are you talking about?! did you never get my letter?" "what letter?" (oh ur cooked)

⇴ "you deserve better than me." "that's not your decision to make, that's mine."

⇴ person a literally thinking they're the worst person in the world, and then there's person b, who can fight through the darkness and find the light

⇴ "you wouldn't understand!" "then tell me. i just want to listen."

⇴ person a's overworking themselves, so person b has to manually close their computer and put away their work and force them to sleep

⇴ person a stays up for person b to get home, but falls asleep. person b takes a ton of photos of them and then carries them to bed (and joins them later snuggling them ofc)

hey guys! keyotos here. this is a little out of my lane but i created this post for my writing event on my writing blog. but anyone else, feel free to use these and lmk if u guys like content similar to this!

[hanasnx]

dick grayson would fit given the whole acrobat thing and all. him taking advantage of you wanting to be more flexible and asking him to be your teacher thinking he would just teach you a few stretches…ends up stretching you out in a whole different way

-🍃

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: based on the porn i got off to last night

"All the way down." DICK GRAYSON directs, motioning forward. As an experienced instructor, you trust his judgement. Sitting on your knees, you crawl on your hands until you can arch your back towards the floor, reaching your arms out as far as they can go. Your ass in the air, you can feel the stretch in your entire body. It's good enough to ignore the compromising position you're in.

You don't think about it when the warmth of another presence slots behind you, and big hands clutch your hips, drawing you back. If you could see him, you'd witness how he's crouched, situating your ass at his crotch, staring hard at it while he moistens his lips. "There you go." he commends casually. Oblivious to the dirty ulterior motive to see what you'd look when he fucks you doggy style, you focus on how delectable it feels to be taken care of, that pleasant burn in your body either from how you stretch or the residual memories of what you were doing the last time you were in this position.

"You're so good at this, Dick." you tell him, more sultry than you meant to.

"Don't praise me just yet." he replies in a scoff, and you brush off your confusion. "Push forward." Two thumbs press into the fat of your ass, and you pick yourself up on your arms while you straighten your legs to form upward facing dog. "You want to feel it right here in the spine..." he muses, a large palm stamping onto your tailbone and canvasing the dimples at your lower back, commending you for your deep arch. "That's right, that's..." he trails off as he scans your posture, and the cushion of your yoga mat dips when it's met with his knees. He straddles your thighs, and inclines over you, molding your body with his. It's safe to say his methods of instructing you are unconventional, but he's the expert. So when his pants nudge the crevice of your ass as he overlays you in upwards facing dog, you take your mind off of the bulge. He's so close his cheek kisses the side of your head, and his voice is right up next to your ear. "That's deep."

You try to suppress your shiver, but you're sure he felt it travel all the way up to your neck.

"Hold it right there." he tells you as he backs up, and momentarily you mourn the loss of his body heat. "Hold it... Alright—" You do as you did before, returning to balasana, but when you back all the way up, your booty shorts bump his pelvis.

Hot in the face, you look over your shoulder at him just in time to witness how he eyes you up, but when he doesn't mention it you're quick to straighten yourself out. "It's okay, happens a lot." he assures. His hands rest on his hips, and he throws his head back. "This is good though, I can feel you trying hard. Just hold that." A smile stretches onto his lips, and he picks himself up further into a taller kneel, raising his hips to yours as his hand fixes on your tailbone again to keep you from running away. You can feel something half-hard through his pants but you don't allow yourself to dwell on it. Especially not when the brush of contact makes your eyes flutter. "Definitely hold that."

For a second, you're frozen in place, afraid to do something stupid or unprofessional.

"Remember to breathe." he reminds you, and you expel a burst of air you didn't realize you were holding. "And... release." You move at a steady pace so as to not alert him to your embarrassment, slipping back into upwards dog for the second time. "That's perfect. You look perfect." A surge of heat blooms on your face again. "Turn to the side for me. Let's go ahead and raise this leg." You oblige him, and he lifts the aforementioned leg by your ankle. Two hands wrapped around the joint makes your foot look small.

When you bring it up, he inspects it, his eyes following the curvature intently. He's a very attentive instructor. "All the way up. Straighten the knee." You curl your other leg to support yourself, propped up on your elbow, all so it's possible to stand your foot into the sky until it's a tall pole. "Let's open you up here." Your gaze widens as he approaches you again, tucking himself into your space so he can palm your calf, and his crotch slides up against your exposed pussy. The constricting shorts you wore— regulation according to him— outline your cunt in a way that has it swell through the fabric, and here he is grazing against it like it's no big deal... You have to be reading this wrong. Gently, he forces your leg back, and a burn tingles in your ham string. It's not the only thing that tingles, his crotch now firmly pressed to yours. "You're still a little stiff." he notes, which takes your attention away from his halfie in his basketball shorts. It can't be though, it must be his phone in his pocket or something.

He splays his hands on either side of your waist, pushing forward so your ankle's on his shoulder, your knee at your nose. He exhales. There's not enough oxygen in the room, it's practically spinning, and your heart is pounding in your chest. He's so large you can't see his face as it reaches clear over your head and all you can look at is his pants, desperate to deduce the familiar shape of a boner. No such luck when all these limbs are in your way.

"Wow. Flexible, huh?" He grins wolfishly. Pride preens at the notion the acrobat noticed how bendy you are. "Let's go into bridge. You remember bridge?"

You swallow hard and nod, "Mhm," you respond uneasily, throat thick from the coating of silence. Giving you enough space to shift, your hips align on the floor, grounding your arms flat so you can raise your pelvis. It doesn't take much for his thighs to be under yours again, fooling you into thinking he's taking a constructive gander of your pose until his arm straps under you. Fingers curl around the handle of torso, and your eyes widen as he uses his fist on mat to pick you up. Briefly, your toes leave the floor when he adjusts himself to slot between your legs snugly. When he's satisfied, he holds his own hand over your hip, arm still secured under your tailbone, and arches your spine manually. "That's it." he praises, and splays fingers onto your belly, fingertips just brushing your ribcage. "Feel that now? In the core?" Timidly, you nod. "One more ought'a do it. Sit down for me." For me. The words resound in your head as you drop, and he reaches behind him to clutch your ankles, bringing them over his thighs to fold over your head. "Legs straight." he reminds you, and he curls your body for you, letting your hole get some air as it faces the ceiling.

Those huge fingers cling onto the meat of your thighs, digging into the flesh as your tits spill to your chin in your little sports bra. "Wow, you are tight, huh?" he muses and you jelly. Folded all the way over yourself, his hands slide to the inside of your knees to pin you in place and your shorts ride completely up into your ass crack, cheeks defined as his jaw hovers just above your swollen cunt. Can he smell you?

[noahsresources]

IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW

for muses who need to share some intimate thoughts with one another. can be platonic, romantic, familial ... works with any kind of dynamic really. feel free to change pronouns, descriptor words, whatever you may need!

❝ you know i love and care about you, right? ❞ ❝ ... i guess i'm just scared of losing you. ❞ ❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞ ❝ you're not alone. you'll never be alone. not as long as i'm here. ❞ ❝ by your side is where i'm meant to be. ❞ ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞ ❝ i don't know what it is about you, but, you just ... you're the only one who can make me feel like this. ❞ ❝ you're amazing, you know that? ❞ ❝ who has the greatest (friend/brother/sister/sibling/parent/etc) in the world? me, that's who! ❞ ❝ i'm only managing to stand here on my two feet because of you. i made it because of you. ❞ ❝ i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to repay you. ❞ ❝ i know for a fact that you're special. i can feel it. ❞ ❝ you've actually made me feel like a person again, like i'm ... normal. ... thank you. ❞ ❝ i used to think that everyone else was just evil and cynical, guided by their own self-interest. that is, until i met you. ❞ ❝ you truly are too good for this world. ❞ ❝ i'm always blown away by just how talented you are. ❞ ❝ you deserve so much more than what you were given. ❞ ❝ nobody i've ever met has been more gifted than you. ❞ ❝ if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? ❞ ❝ you always feel really comfortable and safe to be around. ❞ ❝ i think i have a new purpose in my life. to be with you. ❞ ❝ you have a kind heart. i know you don't believe me, and you try to hide it behind a facade, but i know for a fact that you do, deep down. ❞ ❝ i think you're probably the only one who understands me. ❞ ❝ you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again. ❞ ❝ i don't deserve someone as amazing as you. ❞ ❝ i was kind to you because you looked like you needed a friend. ❞ ❝ i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me. ❞

[rubiehart]

🏵️; 𝐬𝐨𝐥 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫 - send in any prompt from this list and a character and i’ll write a short blurb based around the prompt!

JJ Maybank with prompt 21 and 22 or 22 and 25 if possible 😋😋

i wanted to write both of these so bad… orgasm control is my thingg🙊 i might get around to writing the other because they’re both so good!!

prompt 22: orgasm control

prompt 25: cockwarming

you’re balancing two hands on jj’s toned chest, rocking slowly on his cock, squeezing your eyes shut as you try not to focus on the feeling.

he smirks with his hands rested behind head, watching as you struggle to follow his instructions, tapping your thigh lightly when he sees your face scrunch up like you’re close, reminding you.

“no cummin’ mama. y’know the rules.” he nods and you open your eyes to look at him directly, sad desperate eyes reflecting in his own and he fake pouts.

“nah ah. no poutin. you got this baby.” he encourages, his tone not matching his words, only making it harder as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten again, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you whine.

jj notices your struggle and tuts quietly. “hold it. ‘m not kiddin’.” your legs shake as you approach your high, the desperation for it higher than ever after being stopped by jj well over ten times that night. “please…” you whimper, but it’s no use because you’re cumming all over his cock a second later, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave as you whine out, digging your nails into his chest.

he watches with hard eyes and glinting teeth as the white runs down his shaft, he doesn’t give you time to react before he’s flipping you over, strong arms caging you in, keeping your legs spread as he grins, but his eyes aren’t kind. “nah don’t give me that look, i got no sympathy.” he says through clenched teeth before thrusting harshly back into you, digging your nails into his shoulders as you cry out. “shh.. you just let me do the work, ‘kay? since you can’t follow one fuckin’ rule.”

[cressidascowper]

@usergif | NEW YEAR NEW FONTS day 4: three typefaces [fonts] THE HUNGER GAMES APPRECIATION WEEK day 4: favorite character ↟ JOHANNA MASON

[dipperscavern]

Congrats on 1k, Dippy!!!! I don’t know if you do angstier prompts, but for the potion brewing, Stark of your choice and them thinking you’re dead (you’re not)?

thank you very much !! i chose robb for this, felt like y’all haven’t seen him in a while <3

robb stark x fem!reader

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“Robb.”

catelyn sits across from her eldest son, whom hasn’t stopped pacing since the battle ended more than an hour ago. whether it be pacing, tapping his fingers, or absentmindedly moving his hands while he thinks, she hasn’t been able to get him to cease his ministrations.

of course, her words have no effect, and his fingers continue in their incessant tapping. she sighs, knowing her attempts are fruitless.

you’ve always fought with robb. though advised against it — what would become of the war if you both were killed? — you unsheathed your sword nonetheless. some argue robb fought harder knowing you were at his side. while anxiety inducing, you both had won every battle you’d fought, always returning side by side. until now.

you had been swarmed by horsemen, separated in the midst of the fight. no matter how much he wanted to drop everything to find you again, robb had a duty to his men, and had to trust your ability to take care of yourself. so he didn’t — and he’s been blaming himself for it ever since the battles end.

cat has no doubt robb mulls over that very decision in his mind now, replaying it and wishing he had decided differently. what difference it could’ve made, they’re both unsure, but guilt leaves him wondering nonetheless.

robb stands, turning and walking toward where his sword lay on the bed. catelyn knows what he thinks. “Where are you going?”

“To find her.”

“You can’t.” she stresses. again, he doesn’t seem to hear her, moving to walk past her and to the exit. she stands up, blocking his path before he can get the chance. he stops, sighing. “Mother,”

she tries reason. “You’ve already sent men searching.”

“Move.”

“You are a king, you cannot act in rashness.” his brows furrow at her words, and he frowns. “Aye, a king without his queen.”

“If you act in emotion, your men will think—”

“My men think it a miracle I’ve not yet ordered hangings in my emotion. Father would—”

“Your father knows—” commotion stirs in the background, but they’re both too immersed in their argument to pay it mind. words and steel are weapons alike, and cat is no swordsman. she’s desperate to steer him toward rationality.

their voices mingle together in bickery, volume increasing by the moment. the volume of commotion in the background increases with them. soon, footsteps quickly approach, and the tents flap is opened. robb and catelyn both are fast in silencing themselves, attention now on the guard in front of them.

“I beg pardon your graces, but her grace has been found.”

silence ensues for only a moment, shock reverberating throughout the atmosphere. robb and cat look at each other, eyes wide and lips parted. wordless, robb begins to move, with cat falling in behind him.

robb spots the search party he sent out, and the commotion settles down once they realize they’re in the presence of their king. he scans the small crowd for you; lord karstark, ser rodrick, theon, other men of theirs robb is yet to learn the names of. he and theon make eye contact, and then behind him, emerges you. bloody, dirty, and exhausted; but it’s you.

and in this moment, robb forgets himself. he forgets all “kinglike” mannerisms, quick to rush to you. you’re equal in your want, accepting him with open arms.

he nearly knocks you off balance, but in that moment, with you finally in his hold again, he can’t find it in himself to care. a shuddering exhale as he presses his face into the crook of your shoulder, a hand coming to rest in his curls; he never did enjoy anyone’s touch as much as yours. he melts into you, grime and filth covered and audience and all.

“It’s okay,” you say, breathless. “I’m okay.”

he only pulls you closer.

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[raplinenthusiasts]

bangtan gif challenge ☆ (insp.)

↳ your favorite color + your bias → yellow & yoongi

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 11 - multiple orgasms

ghost x gaz x f!reader (part 1, part 2 here)

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1k, light edging/denial, fingering, overstimulation, open/poly relationship (skirting full poly!141 for this one, but it's implied), oral.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

“I don’t even get why you like shows like this,” you said, irritated, motioning toward the fighting couple on the TV. You were laid back between Simon’s legs, head cradled between his pectorals, the two of you slowly sinking lower and lower into the couch as the afternoon passed. 

“What’er y’ talkin’ about?” he asked, his large hand stroking softly over your stomach. He ruffled the fabric of your tank, skirting just above the band of your joggers. 

He had been playing with you like this all day. Light touches, gently holding you as either you or him winked in and out of sleep. He, frustratingly, never pushed it over into anything overtly sexual. You hated it. Wrapped in your favorite blanket, surrounded by his strong, warm body, it had you spiraling into a soft, subby, haze, where anything could have you dripping, begging for his touch.

Instead of giving in, you poured your want into your dissatisfaction with the trash reality show he’d chosen. 

“All they do is fight,” you said with a huff, covering the hitch in your voice as his other hand trailed up your chest, absently following the knit rib from hem to neck. “Thought-ah!” You tried to continue, but his other hand stroked down, petting your pussy over your pants, sending you shuddering against him. “Ah, yes!” you moaned, finally getting the stimulation you wanted.  

His hand gripped softly around your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger. The feeling was dulled by the fabric between you but, in your current state, it didn’t matter. You still writhed against him, willing the stoic man on. 

“Like it,” he rumbled darkly, fingers rubbing wide circles over your covered mound while you whined and panted beneath him. “Like it because you hate it,” he continued, giving your clit a hard flick, sending you gushing in your panties. 

Oh fuck, you thought, you weren’t going to last much longer if-

“Like it because you still crawl in my lap. Think you’re so slick begging for cock like this.” His hand closed into a claw, blunt nails biting into the fat of your breast while his other hand pressed down on your soaked pussy, working you with quick, precise, strokes. Your head rolled to the side, open mouth spilling an uninterrupted stream of pleading sighs. You felt his mouth press to the crown of your head. “Like hearing my girl cum when I play with her needy little cunt the most, though.”

As if on his command, you came. Your back bowed against his chest, forcing your hips against his chubbing cock. A keen pierced the air, cutting through the stilted interview with the fighting couple from earlier. Simon forced your orgasm on and on, fingers softly circling your clit and pinching your nipple, until you finally gathered the strength to swat his hands away. 

He let you lay against him for a moment as your brain fizzed, going back to stroking over your stomach. Once your breathing evened out he picked you up, forcing you to stand on wavering, coltish legs, before pushing you away.

“Go on then,” he said with a smack of your ass, making you jump. “Shower,” he ordered. 

You obeyed. Happy to wash the sleep and sweat from your body. You stripped as soon as the door closed behind you, wandering into the stall and under the steamy spray. You would have been happy to melt into the wall for the next few minutes, mindlessly cleaning yourself while dreaming of cuddling back up with your man on the couch afterward. Maybe he would even let you pick the next show.

“Mmm, lookit that,” a smooth voice purred behind you. A quick turn revealed it to be one of the other men in your life: Kyle. This was quite the surprise. You hadn’t expected him home today. His dark eyes hooded and seductive as he followed the path of suds and water running down your body. Before you could say anything, he was pulling his shirt over his head asking, “Mind if I join?”

He didn’t give you any time to answer, quickly dropping his shorts as he stepped in, huddling you into a corner. He kept you there for only a moment, letting himself run his hands over your body. He listened to you squirm and whine, still wound up from Simon not five minutes ago. 

He leaned down to peck your lips before taking a knee, sucking kisses all the way down. His hands spread open your slick thighs as he found a home between them. A tonguing kiss to your mons had you sighing his name. Your fingers worked into his tight curls, trying to bring him closer, lower, right were you needed him. 

He chuckled, humming as he nosed open your folds. “Really need it that bad, babe?” he murmured against your core. “Simon not take care of you while I was gone?”

You couldn’t answer, only hold him tighter as he worked that coil in your stomach tighter and tighter. Your was clit still tingling from earlier, so Kyle’s clever tongue lapping at your untapped juices felt like the best form of torture. You leaned back against the wall, bucking against his mouth, taking full advantage of finally having some unmuted pleasure. His fingers dug into your hips, biceps bulging and his hands put a stop to most of your movement, 

“Kyle . . . Kyle,” you gasped, his tongue swirling around your clit, slow and rhythmic, that had your hips swaying. “There,” you begged. “Please . . . don’t stop.” 

Ever one to please, he licked a hard stripe from tip to root before sucking as much of your clit between his lips. He suckled on it, feeling your pulse in the sensitive little organ hammer between his teeth. That shot a spike of electricity straight through you. You keened, moans of his name leaving your lips before you even register your orgasm.   

Somehow, you managed to stay standing. Kyle being the good man he was, did most of the work once he saw you were unable to doing anything more than slide down the slick wall. He wrangled your limp, post-orgasm, body out of the shower. You remember him toweling you off, pressing a kisses here and there followed with cute little praises. 

You were half asleep when he deposited you in bed, directly into Simon's arms. He pulled the blanket up over your shoulder, kissing your cheek as he murmured, “Get some sleep, lovie. Soap ‘n Cap should be back tonight. Can’t leave them out.”