#OH need to shower

[peapod20001]

Bro I am SO tired for NO reason like wgegebj it’s taking me two minutes just to type a sentence whas happen n here

[miguelsslvt]

miguel o’hara x fem! reader shower sex

word count: 796

TW: smut, nsfw, fingering, miguel is a little cutie

A/N: happy kinktober my loves, enjoy the smut, welcome to the club;)

Miguel had been quite busy recently. And when I say quite, I mean very. You two used to have sex at least once every day, but now you’re lucky if you guys can even see each other during the week. You understood it was his duty to protect the multiverse and keep it in order, but damn you’re starting to think Lyla might be more important then you.

Thats why, on one night, Miguel finally got back after being out for 4 days. You two had barely even spoken. He looked tired, as you walked up to him, hugging him softly. ‘God you look shattered.’ You said, pointing at his eyeballs. ‘Didn’t you sleep in the spare room at HQ?’ You asked, he nodded. ‘Yeah, but you know what the beds like.’ He reminded, as you nodded. ‘yeah.. pretty bad. Cmon, lets get you cleaned up. You smell like crap’ you teased, as he chuckled softly, holding your hips as you both went into the bathroom.

this had been the first time in exactly 2 weeks and 5 days you had seen Miguel naked. And god, it was like a bottle of fresh water. His tan kissed skin, his abs and muscles flexing in just the right way, his v-line looking delicious as always. it was like he was sculpted by a god. You both got into the shower, the hot water going on both of your heads, as Miguel pulled you right on top of the shower head, as you gasped and giggled in surprise. He laughed softly, kissing you passionately.

You kissed back of course, missing this sweet side of him. Its quite uncommon to see Miguel be human for once.

Things got heated pretty quickly. He had picked you up by your thighs, pinning you onto the shower wall. your hands gripped around his thick neck, as your tongues danced together. He let go soon enough, panting. ‘We haven’t.. in so long..’ He said between pants, you nodded. ‘If you don’t want to-‘ ‘I’ve been craving you for weeks, love.’ He whispered, the water still hot on Miguels back.

He kissed you again passionately, placing a finger inside you. ‘Missed this sweet pussy..’ He growled, lacing another finger inside as you gasped in pleasure. Sure you’ve fingered yourself this week thinking about Miguel, but nothing can compare to his long, huge fingers.

‘god.. mig..’ You moaned breathlessly, as he just shut you up by kissing you once again. ‘..you ready, mi amor?’ He cooed, taking out his fingers and putting his tip just on your hole. You nodded desperately. ‘please.. you don’t understand how much I’ve needed this..’ You confess, as he plunged all 8 and a half inches inside you. You moaned out loudly, gasping as you felt the same usual heat as you always do when miguel is filling you up.

‘You okay..?’ He asked, groaning. You nodded, leaning your head on the cold shower wall. ‘y..you can move..’ You said, as he nodded.

He started thrusting into your slowly, as his pace soon sped up. You moaned in ecstasy, eyes glued onto Miguel. he was a panting mess, his hands grabbing anything of you as he could. Your waist, your thighs, your tits, your neck, your hands, everything.

‘fuck.. you feel so good, sweetheart.. could stay stuck with you like this forever..’ He whispered in your er, as your lower stomach felt hot as he thrusted deeper. harder. Your mind was foggy and clouded in lust, all you could think about was Miguel and how good he ws making you feel. ‘M..Miguel.. gd feels so good..’ You whispered, whining a little. He chuckled slowly, lifting you chin to look up at him. ‘Its okay, keep your eyes on me. i’ll always be here, okay?’ He said, kissing you sloppily. ‘Always gonna be here to fuck my girl the way she deserves.’ He said between the kiss, as you moaned softly, hands trailing up and down his abs, feeling the same familiar hot coil down your stomach.

‘g..gonna.. Miguel..’ You whined, as he nodded. ‘I know. I know..’ He whispered, as he got faster and harder with the thrusts, so hard you swore you started seeing stars. You let out a loud moan of Miguel’s name, as your eyes rolled back, cumming on his cock.

miguel kept going, biting his lower lip, grunting as he groaned loudly beside you ear, mumbling something in Spanish as he came deep inside you.

You both panted together, the sound of the shower still there. You could worry about the water bill later.

You looked up at Miguel, as he kissed you passionately.

‘We’re not done yet, my love.’ He said, his voice husky and deep. god, you knew you were in for it now.

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seams from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

[moonkhao]

hi.

[personallysunny]

[ghost-inthe-hall]

W O W

[softshuji]

th....thigh riding with shuji.......

you know he's busy, you know you don't have a right to ask for any attention now that he's caught up in a meeting, and the only reason he's even let you in here is because you promised to be quiet and let him finish his little meeting before he did anything for you. But he looks so good, delicious even in his three piece pinstripe suit, leaning back in his chair with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, an occasional glance at you, jussstttt enough to let you know he's still aware of you.

But you want more, and it's hard to ignore how his fingers are drawing shapes on your bare thigh as you perch in his lap - it's still a little chaste, especially what with how he'll lean forward every few minutes to press a kiss to your temple. You haven't forgot what you actually came here for, and he'd be remiss to not see how your eyes darken and you shift ever so slightly when his thumb brushes the inside of your thighs.

You visibly twitch, tummy flexing involuntarily when he tenses his thigh underneath you, only once, just to give you a tease, carrying on his conversation like he hasn't noticed at all. Until you press that first open mouthed kiss to his neck, and the others in the room visibly perk up at how your lips clinch to his skin to suck at.

'Behave yourself sweetheart, i'll give you what you want later yeah?' he says, even if he makes no move to deter you- in fact he'll tense his thigh as many times as he likes, gesturing to Koko sat opposite him to carry on. Except, against your own wishes, somehow you jerk your hips, and his hand slides a little higher, thumb brushing the seat of your panties- all the while he hasn't broken eye contact with whoever he's chatting with. You almost drone them out, and it's easy to when you can hear the laboured breaths, soft panting and hitched gasps spilling from your own lips when he grips your thigh to grind it against his thigh.

He gives you a look, a slight tilt of his head in permission, holding your skin in his hands so tightly, enough to leave an imprint on there as you rock against the rough fabric of his trousers, achingly slow- slow enough to just about sate the burning warmth pooling between your legs. And your hands come up to clutch at his collars, lips falling to his shoulder where your lipstick smears a red glossy tint on his collar as you desperately ride his thigh for some sweet relief, clit aching with the friction of both your panties and the fabric of his. .

'Almost there princess, go on.' You catch it between the low whine and sharp gasps of your own, ignoring the sudden and tense silences that seemed to have swallowed the room, the others licking their lips and trying (and failing) to subtly adjust their pants without breaking their line of conversation.

And when you cum, you cum hard, biting down to stifle the sharp and pretty moan, soaking the fabric of his pants with your arousal that slips down your thigh in silky rivulets, your own panties now clinging and drenched to your skin.

'Good girl, well done, you did so well, I'll reward you later yeah?' he mumbles against your ear, the tips of his ears a little pink, a less than subtle readjustment of his pants since he's desperately hard now- relishing a little in how horrifyingly turned on the others are and pretending not to be.

Maybe he'll have to call this off a little earlier than expected, or maybe he'll let them take a turn on you here on this table too. If he's feeling generous that is.

ok bye

[circusk]

i care him so much guys . guys. hes blorbo bingus

[bitchfitch]

kisses

[1111-sunset-circle]

using your f/o’s shower or their product once you’ve run out for the first couple of times. the smell of their soap or shampoo on your skin or in your hair for hours, reminding you of them every time you catch it in the air.

imagine them doing the same with your things. telling you how it makes them feel like you’re right there with them, even when you aren’t.

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

"Really dad...?"

HELP MEEEEEEE

Come on, Mon. Let Kaito use the shirt fjebebe

[sweetbrier2908]

this is not the reason i take the day off college today!!!!!

[astralhope]

I just can't think when I look at him. He's too cute.

[jessieren]

Can you imagine waking up to this on a lazy Sunday morning…

Come back to bed babe you can get dressed later.

Actually forget that you don’t need to get dressed…

[amusedphan]

the benefits of being mexican and adhd means you're always late to a party (@phanniemasquerade ) 🤪

i'm mando, and i'm half a month from being exactly a decade younger than dan. first mask is a nod to my area of study, second is based off alebrijes. i'm gay as fuck and in an inchresting Situation that is extremely similar to phan except we're somehow not technically together. i started watching dnp (+listening to muse) a decade ago and even did a few phandom meetups back in the day, thought they were cringe for a while, and now i'm back to being cringe <3

i might want to do some music stuff if i ever get off my ass, but mostly i want to get back to writing rpf now that i have dnp's blessing... and to not let whatever i wrote in grade 8 be the only phan stuff i have out there :/

[navysealt4t]

anyone else thinking about gay (jay and gillion btw btw if u didn’t know that’s jay and gillion) and 6:31 am