#Reaching underneath so he can pull at the shower curtain inside

[joyful-soul-collector]

With the way my cat is desperately trying to get inside the bathroom he must think I've come in here to fucking die

[mustainegf]

Ummm sooo how about Garage Inc (98 or 99) era Kirk where you are sleeping over at his house for the first time since the two of you began dating and you catch him jerking it in the shower and we know the rest 😉

KIRK COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU

𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏𝐘 ¹⁹⁹⁹

Kirk had been in the shower a while, far longer than the regular person should, and I was getting bored.

He's my friend, so we'll both be super comfortable around each other, but there are some things that just don't mix well. Like showers.

Despite this, my curiosity was piqued.

I approached his bathroom door, trying to get his attention. "Kirk!" No answer.

"Kirk?" I knocked on the door, and still there was nothing. He probably couldn't hear me over the shower and on the other side of the door.

I rolled my eyes, making a stupid decision and turning the door knob, peeking Into the bathroom.

My jaw dropped as soon as I saw him.

He stood under the warm water, his body trembling with pleasure, his right hand pumping away at his stiff member.

His lips were parted as his mouth was slack-jawed, his tongue rolling from side to side over his lips, up and down his bottom lip. His eyes were closed, lost in ecstasy.

Seeing my friend like this... It was hot.

Even more exciting was how it felt to have caught him in the act! Of course, I knew it wasn't intentional for him to get caught, yet the excitement was too much.

Without thinking, I slammed the door open. "Oh shit!" Kirk exclaimed as he quickly grabbed a towel to cover himself. A brief moment passed before he realized who it was.

"What?!" I asked. "Did you not hear me calling your name?" I laughed. "No, sorry." Kirk apologized.

"That's okay." I said. "I didn't want to disturb you. It looked like you were really enjoying yourself. You've got quite the grip going there."

"Yeah.." Kirk stammered.

I walked closer towards the shower curtain. "Mind if I join you?" I asked, hoping to ease the tension between us as I stepped inside and closed the door.

"Well.. I.. I- No, go ahead, I guess," Kirk replied, confused.

The water continues to run over his naked, tan body as he squeezes the base of his cock, practically drooling as he watched me undress.

I pulled my shirt off first, exposing my braless chest and bare midriff.

Then, slowly unzipped my jeans and slid them down, showing my white panties underneath.

He let out a soft moan as I stripped down, getting hotter by the second. In a few seconds, I was completely nude, standing only inches away from him in the small shower stall.

I gave him a seductive smile and licked my lips before reaching out to wrap my fingers around his thick, throbbing manhood. "Fuck..."

He whispered. "You sure seem to enjoy this." I teased.

"Mmmhmmm." I started stroking him gently, massaging his balls with one hand as I used the other to work his cock. Kirk smiled, his black hair soaking and slicked back.

"Can I?" I whisper, glancing up at him through wet lashes, my bestfriend, but now, something way more.

I look into those dark brown pools, knowing the answer already. He nods, accepting whatever will happen next.

With that, I slowly drop to my knees, grabbing hold of his thighs to pull him closer with a giggle.

Ilook up at him once again before I lean forward and kiss the tip of his dick. He lets out another soft moan, rubbing the back of his head.

After sucking lightly onto his cockhead, I slide my lips further down his shaft until his entire length disappears inside my mouth. I bob my head up and down, his hands running through my hair.

"That's it... ah, fuck." Kirk groaned.

I increase my pace, licking every inch of his cock as I deep-throat him over and over. My right hand rubs his balls, feeling them tighten as my left hand massages his thigh.

He lets out an animalistic grunt as he cums all over my face. His cum dribbles down my cheeks as I swallow the rest, not missing a single drop. He throws his head back as he revels in the moment.

I look up with a giggle, sitting up as Kirk's hands glue themselves to my hips. "I can't believe you just sucked me off.." he grins.

"It was fun." I reply. I stand up and brush myself off, getting ready to leave when he grabs me by the waist and pushes me against the wall. He kisses my neck, biting it softly as his hands squeeze my ass.

"Hold on." He says. "My turn to have some fun." Kirk grabs the bottle of soap and pours it all over me, washing my breasts as I shiver and squeal.

He lathers up his hands and slides them across my stomach and up to my tits, squeezing them firmly as he kneads them.

"I honestly didn't ever think this was gonna happen," he chuckled, leaning to kiss me as the water falls around us.

"Me either," I say, kissing him back. We embrace each other, holding tightly while our tongues dance together. I slide my hands down his abs to grab hold of his dick and start stroking it once again.

Kirk lifts me up, so I'm sitting against the tile wall, and positions himself in front of me. He spreads my legs apart and begins rubbing his hard on against my pussy. "Is this what you wanted?" He teases.

"Yes... please.." I whisper. Kirk eases himself inside of me, pushing himself fully into my warm pussy.

"Holy shit... oh my God." He murmurs.

I put my arms around his shoulders, letting him set the pace as he starts pumping his hips in and out.

He slides in and out of me slowly, filling me completely. Every thrust sends a pleasurable wave throughout my body.

"God damnit... Ahhhhhh..." I gasp.

I clench my nails into his back, digging them in as my eyes roll back in my head. He gives me a naughty grin, pounding my cunt harder than ever.

Kirk cups my face and makes eye contact, staring deeply into my soul as he fucks me raw. I feel my orgasm building rapidly.

"Oh fuck.. ahhhh!" I scream. Kirk leans forward, holding my legs open wide as he continues fucking me like there's no tomorrow.

I grab his cheeks, staring into his eyes, that handsome face of his as we move so intimately.

"Hey." I say breathlessly, smiling as my very own bestfriend buries himself in me over and over.

"Hey." Kirk replies, matching my tone. "You're really gorgeous by the way..." He admits.

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Thanks, Kirk," I say as he squeezes my butt. It wasn't a lie though. I looked beautiful in that very moment. My body covered in sweat, breasts quivering with every thrust.

My skin shining in the glow from the bathroom light. And his dick, fully submerged in me, sliding in and out smoothly. I run my hands along his chest and down his back.

"Kirk!" I yell and I arch my back as my release hits, gushing all over his dick and balls. My climax triggers his own, causing him to unload his seed deep within my womb.

He shudders violently, pulling me close as we lay panting together. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tight as we stay locked together for the longest time.

It feels like minutes had passed but it may have been seconds. Either way, I never wanted this moment to end.

Kirk reached for the shower tap, shutting off the water that was now going cold.

I lay my head on his wet shoulder and close my eyes. "I don't want to go back to being friends... not after this."I tell him, hugging him closer.

Kirk holds onto me too, squeezing me tighter than ever.

"Yeah, neither do I."

[tumblerlove]

Morning sex with Simon before he heads out to work

You roll over onto your other side so you can face Simon as the sunlight starts peaking through the sheer curtains. He's been hugging your back with his hands wrapped around your waist throughout the night. With you holding his rough and scarred hands

You didn't even need blankets when you slept next to Simon he was your personal heater. You looked over his big body to look at the clock and saw that it was 5:00am...well Simon didn't have to get up an hour for work

You start kissing his jaw and his cheek, trying to wake him up softly "Mmm what's it,lovie...what's wrong," Simon says in his husky morning voice. Instantly, having you clench your thighs, wanting more.

"Nothings wrong, Si," your voice is muffled from kissing his bare chest. "We have some time this morning before you go...wanna have some fun?" You ask, moving your nails up and down his stomach

"Hell yeah, I do," Simon groans, grabbing your waist, hauling you onto his stomach. "But since you woke me up...your doing the work," he sits up against the headboard, putting you in his lap

His cock is already getting hard underneath you. He's just wearing briefs, and you're wearing thin panties and his shirt. "Mmm, Simon, I don't care." He's groaning his cock wanting more. "Keep going, love. " You put your hands on his stomach to keep grinding on his lap. Your underwear is getting wetter and wetter...so is his

You get off his lap and take off his briefs completely to get him naked. You shimmy your way out of your underwear

Simons watching you in awe while holding onto your waist, his hands wrapped around your lil stomach, that he loves dearly

You're grinding over his dick his tip glistening with pre-cum making every connection with your clit feel so wet and electric. You reach down and start easing your way down his cock... its always a stretch when going inside your hole. Both of you groaing just from his tip being inside

You inch your way down him rocking your hips back and forth. His hand is gripping tighter around your waist... he'll probably leave brusies... Oh, well. You finally bottom out on him, still grinding back and forth you're clit going across his pelvis

You start going up and down his dick wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face. "Nu uh wanna see your face," his hand going to the nape of your neck gently pulling you back by your hair "Ok...ok," you whine, getting closer and closer to cumming...it's been a while since you haven't needed much foreplay beforehand, and it feels really good

You reach down and start rubbing your clit...wanting to come so bad. "Look at you, you doing all the work..what a good girl." his morning voice present still

You speed up your fingers on your clit. Then reaching and grabbing more slick from where you and Simon are connected. Hes groaning as you touch his cock while getting his slick and yours "Fuck fuck" his head tips back against the headboard eyes closed. He looks so gorgeous like this. "I'm gonna cum... Si" you whine "Good job lovie cum for me" he encourages you. And you do just that your back arching and your eyes closing seeing stars behind your eyelids. You're moaning out his name over and over

"I love you," he mumbles against your head while you get to bury your face in his chest finally. It makes your heart full when he says it because you know he really means it because if not, he wouldn't tell you

"I love you, Si." You kiss him, holding his jaw, feeling his little stuble hands running up to his blonde hair, glad that you get to be lucky enough to see his beautiful face too

Simon looks at the clock and sees he's got about 15 mins left before he's gotta run out the door. You notice his stare at the time knowing hell need to shower... considering he's still balls deep in you... and eat and grab food for lunch

"I'll get cleaned real quick and make you food and lunch...ok." You tell him... hoping that'll help. He looks at you with big eyes adoring you, thinking how he got so lucky. "Your a fucking goddess" he says to you. Making you blush

I'm gonna have to buy another vibrator if I keep having these thoughts...good lord

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Here is the epilogue I promised! Don’t let the new header fool you there is absolutely no plot to this… I hope everyone who read enjoyed this series and as a little treat for all we went through to get here this is one last look at where we ended up

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Danny Wagner *slash

Tags and warnings: 18+ ONLY!!!, very NSFW, slight dom Danny, m/m sex, butt plug and facial… the babies being in love finally! very little editing

Word count: 2.6k

Jake had just finished lathering up his hair when he heard the door to the bathroom open. “I’m almost done” Jake spoke out into the openness of the shower, thinking Danny was probably wanting to get ready for bed soon.

It had been weeks since Danny returned from visiting Sam in LA and surprised Jake with a confession. What a relief it was to finally be able to tell Danny how he really felt now that he knew his feelings would be returned.

And returned they were, nearly tenfold. Danny being his boyfriend was more than he’d ever dreamed of. He was patient, caring, observant, though at the same time not too pushy or overbearing.

Honestly not much had changed between them other than their new bedtime ritual. They’d lay in bed together and both vent about their day, it was the way they decided to keep their work lives and personal lives separate, stay calm while at the restaurant and talk it out at home. No matter how riled up Jake would get about the supply truck messing up his order, or the cooks showing up late, by the end of his unload Danny would look Jake in the eyes and ask him “do you love me?”

Every night Danny would ask him the same thing and Jake would easily forget his worries. Instead he’d focus on coming up with a new way to tell Danny how much he loved him each time.

“I love you with all my soul”.

“I’ll always love you”.

“There isn’t a word to properly describe how much I’m in love with you”.

“My heart is yours forever”.

“My love for you knows no bounds”.

“All my love Danny”.

With every proclaiment of love Danny would smile and blush before giving Jake a kiss and they’d go to sleep together feeling absolutely content.

Jake looked forward to crawling into bed with Danny just like any other night, though when the shower curtain was drawn back and Danny stepped inside with him he realized he might be in for a little more.

“Don’t mind me, finish washing up” Danny smirked when Jake squinted through one eye as the shampoo washed from his hair.

“How am I supposed to do that when you’re standing naked right in front of me?”

“You prefer I join you in the shower clothed then?” Danny chuckled and reached forward to gently grab at Jake’s waist. “Here, turn around then”.

Danny used his grip on Jake to carefully turn him before grabbing his body wash and running his soapy hands across Jake’s shoulders and upper back, then lower until he slipped underneath his arms and started to wash his chest next. Jake closed his eyes and let his head fall slightly to the side, exposing a tiny piece of neck that Danny couldn’t resist leaning over to place his lips against.

Jake reveled in the the feeling of Danny’s hands and lips on him. Running a business proved to be exhausting, so neither of them had much time or energy to really fool around after hours. That didn’t mean Jake didn’t still think about it often though, and that showed in the way his body was already reacting to Danny’s touch.

“Jake” Danny spoke when his hands ran down his stomach and brushed against his hardened length.

“I know” Jake sighed in frustration and pent up needs, “just ignore it”.

“Jake” Danny spoke again, still rubbing his hands in slow circles across Jake’s lower abdomen, “I want to kiss you” he asked with his lips still connected to his neck. “Can I? Can I kiss you as much as I want?”

Jake turned back around and wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders, pulling him down closer to his level. “You can take my breath away if you wanted to” Jake replied before stretching upwards to connect their mouths in a passionate kiss.

Danny cradled the back of Jake’s head in one hand and let the other fall to the small of his back then took a step closer until their fronts were pressed together. Jake moaned slightly into his mouth at the contact, but Danny took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside and deepen the kiss. Jake’s knees went weak, but their hold on each other kept him upright as Danny continued to ardently kiss him.

Just when Jake thought things really would get heated Danny removed his hand from his back and reached behind them to turn the shower off. Without a word he disconnected from him and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel he then turned to beckon Jake over before placing the towel over his head and beginning to dry his hair off.

Jake stood there while Danny worked the towel over him, obviously still worked up, and he would have been embarrassed if he hadn’t looked down and saw that Danny had gotten just as excited about their wet make out session as he had.

“Ready to get into bed?” Danny asked after taking the time to dry himself as well.

“I’m ready for bed, but not for sleep” Jake replied with a pout because Danny had ignited this fire within him but hadn’t shown any intention of putting it out yet.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you tonight” Danny attempted to ease him.

“Oh, is that so?” Jake’s pout turned into a smirk because now he got what Danny was doing. He was trying to pretend like he wasn’t dying for a good fuck like Jake was. “Then by all means, take me to bed handsome”.

Danny continued to keep his cool as Jake followed him down the hallway to their now shared bedroom. The thought that Jake had no idea what he was getting himself into with all that Danny had planned gave him the drive to stay as calm and put together as possible.

It’s been way too damn long, Jake thought as he crawled into the bed, excitement taking over and pushing all other thoughts of work or how tired he was out of his mind. Instead the only thing that was left was the throbbing between his legs and the way Danny looked as he joined him, hungry.

Danny immediately connected their lips again and grabbed Jake’s wrists to pin them above his head. “I want to show you just how much I love you tonight. Is that okay?”

Jake swallowed hard, tugging his arms slightly against Danny’s grip and seeing he wasn’t planning on letting go so easily. He remembered this domineering side of Danny from that night on the couch together and it excited him that he was coming out to play again, though he knew it could also mean some trouble. Either way the offer was really enticing and Jake being held underneath him like he was wasn’t in much of a position to make any requests of his own right now.

“Okay, show me” Jake gave in, letting himself settle on top of the pillows.

With Jake’s permission now, Danny’s eyes seemed to darken as he leaned back and took a good look at the body he had laid before him, ripe for the taking. There was so much he wanted to do, so many ways he knew he could reduce Jake to a crying whimpering mess, but he’d already made up his mind what he wanted to do before he’d even stepped into that shower with him.

“Keep your hands here” he demanded, loosening his grip on Jake’s wrists he still had pinned above his head and trailed his fingers down his arms, watching the reaction his fingertips brought to the skin along the way.

Danny sat up, wedging his knees between Jake’s thighs and parting his legs so that Jake was spread open in his lap. Now that he had him in the position he wanted, he slipped his hand underneath one of the pillows to retrieve the lube he’d gotten out earlier.

“So you prepared for this?” Jake taunted, watching in amusement as Danny popped open the cap and warmed up the slick liquid in his hands.

“Oh I'm very prepared” Danny replied, unconcerned with Jake’s snarky attempt at rattling his composure. He was in charge right now, and soon enough he’d have Jake fully aware of just how prepared he was.

One lubed up hand wrapped around Jake while the other slipped between his legs to start prodding at his entrance and within moments of beginning his steady strokes he was already slipping a finger inside. Jake relaxed quickly into the feeling of being partially filled, and Danny knew he could take another soon.

With a second finger already inside Jake was wiggling his hips, trying to get Danny to find that spot, but instead Danny only tightened his grip around his cock and started really stroking him.

“Danny…” Jake groaned, stilling his hips and furrowing his brows, “You can’t jerk me off like that or I’ll-”.

“It’s okay, go ahead and cum for me”.

“But Dan-” Jake was cut off by a choked sob as he tried desperately to keep himself contained while Danny vigorously worked him. He started to panic a little when he felt the coil in his stomach tightening knowing it was inevitable it would snap if Danny kept going, but he didn’t want it to end so quickly.

Danny knew where Jake’s thoughts were, knew he didn’t want this to be over, but what Jake didn’t know was that Danny was just getting started. “I know Jake, you’re going to be cumming more than once tonight. Go ahead and give me this one and I promise the next will be even better”.

Jake shot Danny a look, a slightly terrified and also excited all at the same time look, and then he reached his first breaking point. Unable to hold it any longer he came into Danny’s palm immediately feeling how badly he’d needed to get off. Maybe Danny was onto something. There was no way he would have been able to last long no matter what they’d done, so he went ahead and got that one out of the way.

“Are you good?” Danny asked when he felt Jake’s body loosen up again after his orgasm. Jake nodded, looking down at himself now soft and glistening with the remnants of his climax. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you hard again”.

With only a few moments to gather himself, Danny was pulling his fingers out and inching forward on the bed until he was pressing inside slowly, giving Jake the chance to adjust before he started a slow shallow thrust of his hips.

Jake groaned at the sensation. Being fucked was a different pleasure, but with it being so soon after he was still boardlining on overstimulation. Especially when Danny pushed in further and finally reached his spot.

“Fuuuuuck Danny right there!” He cried out, moving his hands only to rake his fingers through his hair as his back arched off the mattress.

“See what I said, look at you” Danny gleamed, proud of himself as Jake glanced back down and saw he was already starting to harden up again. Then Danny gripped Jake by the hips and pulled him further into his lap as he leaned backwards and started a harder faster pace, absolutely breaking Jake further apart with each pound into him and against that bundle of nerves.

The warmth in the pit of his stomach slowly returned as Jake moaned and writhed until Danny was suddenly slowing to a stop. Jake began to question why Danny was pulling out already, but he was silenced with another demand, “stay there”.

Moving from between Jake’s legs, Danny grabbed the bottle of lube again and Jake watched in confusion as he squeezed a few more drops into his hand then swung a leg over Jake’s waist.

“Danny wait are you... but you haven’t-” Jake became concerned when Danny reached behind him to lather Jake up again, though it only lasted a moment because then he felt Danny feeling around for something else. Danny let out a sigh, then leaned forward and revealed a small purple object, a plug.

While Jake was in the shower Danny had actually already taken the time to ready himself, then he’d put the plug in to stay stretched. With it removed now he sank down onto Jake in one fluid motion and they both moaned at the new connection.

Before Jake’s brain could even catch up to the stimulation he was feeling now Danny started bouncing up and down, tossing his head back and letting his jaw fall slack. Danny knew he wasn’t going to be able to last long either, not after all the work he’d already put in, so he started stroking himself until Jake decided to take over.

“Did I say you could move your hands?” Danny tried to maintain his dominance, though the way his thighs began to quiver and the tension in his lower stomach built he knew he wouldn’t have been able to keep it up for much longer anyways. So instead he gave in and let Jake touch him, planting his hands against Jake’s chest to get better control. “I’m so close” he cried, unable to stop his riding until his own orgasm began to wash over him.

“God Danny, don’t stop” Jake moaned, digging his heels into the bedding and taking over fucking Danny until he was shaking and collapsing over onto the bed next to him.

Jake used his cum coated hand to start working himself now that Danny had rolled off him. He’d been promised another orgasm and he was too far gone now to even care if Danny saw him finishing himself off.

“Jake come here” Danny begged, sitting up onto his elbows and pulling on Jake’s arm. Jake looked over at him through heavily lidded eyes, he was so close too he just needed a few more tugs… “Jake” Danny pleaded again, earning his full attention this time when he tugged on his arm again and opened his mouth.

Jake quickly got onto his knees and crawled over to where Danny laid waiting for him. “You want my cum?” He purred using his other hand to cup Danny’s cheek and slip his thumb inside his mouth.

Danny nodded and closed his lips around Jake’s thumb, giving it a suck and a swirl of his tongue before Jake grunted and pulled it out. He inched closer and Danny opened his mouth again, sticking his tongue out as well this time just before Jake painted his face.

Danny was right, he came harder this time than before, partially because it was the second time in one night, though mostly because he was so turned on by all of Danny's lewd acts.

“Since when did you get so kinky?” Jake panted as he fell back down onto the bed next to him, spent and chest heaving.

“Since I started dating the very sexy Jake Kiszka” Danny replied, turning onto his side and throwing an arm and a leg over his boyfriend. “Do you disapprove?”

“No no, absolutely not!” Jake hurriedly replied, taking Danny’s hand in his own and giving it a squeeze. “This was an unexpected treat, thank you”.

“Are you ready for sleep now then?” Danny settled next to him, knowing eventually they’d have to get up and clean off again before getting under the covers, but for now they were satisfied with just holding each other.

“Mhmm” Jake replied, his eyes already closed.

“Just one more thing” Danny continued, waiting until Jake peaked one eye open at him.

“Do you love me?”

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Can we get a little something from you, Jammy? 🥺 I miss your writing and Ze is not with his kids today. 🥺 Doesn't have to be a fic. Just a little tiny something. 🥺

Here is a little something. ☺️☺️☺️

With an exhausted groan, Volodymyr let himself fall onto his bed, his arms outstretched so that his face rested on the soft pillow. Every muscle ached, Volodymyr's eyes burned and his body felt heavy with fatigue and exhaustion. His eyes closed almost automatically as he tried to stifle a yawn. Volodymyr turned his head a little so that he could breathe better, and with each breath the exhaustion grew. With a groan, Volodymyr turned onto his side and kicked off his shoes. Then he sat up and reached for the blanket. Volodymyr briefly wondered if he had enough strength to take a shower or eat something, but by then, he had already pulled the blanket over him and sunk back into his pillow. As soon as his head touched the fabric, his eyes closed, and Volodymyr immediately fell asleep.

When he woke up a little later, it took Volodymyr a moment to remember that he was still in Switzerland. It was dark outside. Volodymyr was still incredibly tired and exhausted, but he actually managed to keep his eyes open. Yawning, Volodymyr sat up and stopped. A tray of food was on the table, and someone, probably Andriy, had placed his shoes neatly beside the armchair. Volodymyr saw his glasses on the bedside table, and the curtains opposite his bed were closed. Andriy had connected his mobile phone to the charger, and when Volodymyr picked it up, he saw that Andriy had also activated the "do not disturb" mode. Volodymyr deactivated the setting and stood up before walking to the table, yawning again as his stomach rumbled loudly. Volodymyr gave up trying to remember the last time he'd had a proper meal as he reached breakfast and was still not quite sure. As he sat down, Volodymyr frowned as he noticed something else on the table next to the food tray. It was one of the laptops, and on top of it was a small red box tied up with a silk ribbon and a bow. Confused, Volodymyr took the box and turned it between his hands. The contents were not heavy, but something rattled as he turned the box. Volodymyr put it to his ear and shook it gently, but he could not tell what was inside the box from the rattling sound. Volodymyr carefully untied the ribbon and slipped it off before placing it carelessly on the table. Then Volodymyr opened the lid and didn't see much at first except for a white, folded sheet of paper. When he took it out, Volodymyr was surprised to see a USB stick underneath. He could see from the logo that it was one of the official government USB sticks, which confused him even more. Volodymyr put the box on the table and unfolded the sheet. Abruptly, he sat up a little more, and his eyes widened as he stared at the writing.

"To the best Papa in the world!"

Oleksandra and Kyryo had each written a word in turn. Little hearts had been drawn around the word Papa and at the end of the sentence. Volodymyr recognised that Olena had drawn them. A lump formed in his throat and he tried to swallow it, as well as the tears that were welling up. The meal long forgotten, Volodymyr took the USB stick and the laptop and went back to bed, where he lay down and made himself comfortable. For a moment, Volodymyr twirled the stick between his fingers, trying to fight back the tears again, before he took a deep breath and opened the laptop. The start screen appeared immediately, and Volodymyr saw that it was Andriy's laptop. He quickly typed in the password - Andriy's favourite film, his mother's birthday and an exclamation mark, his father's birthday and two question marks - and the home screen appeared. With trembling hands, Volodymyr tried to plug the USB stick into the laptop, but it took him five tries and a few deep breaths before he succeeded. His fingers drummed impatiently on the fabric of the blanket as he watched the small line load the contents of the USB stick. Finally, a window opened, and Volodymyr's heart leapt. There were about two dozen videos with only a month and a year as file names, but they were all from the last two years. Volodymyr moved the cursor to one of the videos and clicked on it. The video player popped up, and he waited excitedly for the video to load. Then, suddenly, it started, and his heart skipped a beat. At first all Volodymyr saw was nature, lots of nature. A small cliff and maybe five metres below it some kind of lake, somewhere in a forest. Then he saw Kyrylo standing at the top of the cliff, looking down over the edge again and again.

"Are you filming?" Kyrylo shouted, looking in the direction of the camera.

"Yes!" replied a voice from behind the camera, and Voldoymyr recognised Olena's voice.

"Jump already!" shouted Oleksandra.

She must be standing somewhere next to her mother.

"You can do it!" Olena added.

Kyrylo peered over the edge again but hesitated.

"Kirya! Come on! You can do it!" Oleksandra shouted again and started clapping her hands while screaming his name loudly to cheer him on.

Then Volodymyr heard other people joining in with Oleksandra's cheering, and a moment later, he saw camouflage at the edge of the screen. The bodyguards were cheering for Kyrylo. Volodymyr's eyes returned to his son, and he saw Kyrylo take a deep breath and stand at the cliff's edge. He hesitated for a moment, then Kyrylo took a few steps back, ran and jumped. Waving his arms and legs in the air, he disappeared into the water to cheers and applause. Volodymyr caught himself almost clapping along. Snorting but with a broad, happy smile, Kyrylo's head emerged from the water, and he swam quickly to the shore before climbing out exuberantly.

"Mama! Mama! Did you see it? I did it!" shouted Kyrylo as he ran up excitedly and beamed proudly at the camera.

"I saw it!" replied Olena, and Kyrylo disappeared from the camera lens.

Instead, Volodymyr saw the lake, but he heard Olena give him a big kiss. Then, the video stopped, and Volodymyr clicked on another video. Olena was sitting with the children on a terrace, a huge bowl of cherries in front of them. Volodymyr's smile widened as he watched Kyrylo hang the cherries on his mother while Oleksandra laughed out loud behind the camera. When Olena's head was full of cherries, she started posing like a model, making faces. Kyrylo held his stomach because he was laughing so hard. Then the camera turned, and Oleksandra grinned at the camera. Her head was also covered with cherries. Still filming herself, she went to her mother and brother, who also hung cherries on his ears while Olena helped him. Oleksandra knelt down beside them and filmed all three of them.

"Look this way," she said, and Olena and Kyrylo turned their eyes towards the camera.

Olena put her arms around her children, who cuddled up to her, and they all burst out laughing. Then the picture stopped as they all three beamed at the camera. For a long time, Volodymyr just looked at the still image, smiling softly, his heart almost overflowing with love and aching madly at the same time. It was a while before he felt something wet on his cheek. When Volodymyr wiped it away, he realised that he was crying. Volodymyr carefully placed his hand on the screen, trying to imagine that his fingertips were feeling his family's skin. He stroked the screen gently as he sniffled and wiped his eyes with his other hand. With a shaky breath, Volodymyr took his hand away, closed the video and clicked on another. His heart almost stopped as Volodymyr felt like it was going to explode - with love and pain simultaneously. The room, wherever it was, was lit only by a single lamp on a bedside table. He could see Oleksandra and Kyrylo lying in a huge bed, the covers pulled up to their chins. Next to Kyrylo, his teddy bear peeked out from under the covers. At the foot of the bed, Volodymyr could see the dogs sleeping peacefully. The camera stayed on the children for a few seconds before it wobbled, and Olena appeared, looking into the camera with a gentle smile. Volodymyr sobbed and pressed his lips together.

"Hello, my darling ..." she began in a whisper, smiling. "You see, everyone is sleeping peacefully," Olena continued, warmth appearing in her eyes.

He saw her glance sideways at the children for a moment before she looked back at the camera, her eyes full of love.

"I know you're still very worried about us. But I promise you, you don't have to be. We are safe. And we are fine. I promise."

Olena's eyes began to shine and Volodymyr saw her swallow back tears.

"We miss you. And we love you so much."

For a moment, Olena just looked at the camera, then pursed her lips slightly as if to blow him a kiss. Then, the video stopped. Volodymyr's vision blurred with tears. It took a while for the tears to dry up and for him to stop sobbing aloud. But the tears came again when he watched the other videos. When Volodymyr had finally watched all the videos, he started all over again. And then Volodymyr watched the videos again. And again. Eventually, the sun began to rise, and he fell asleep, exhausted but smiling. The video that Volodymyr had just started was still playing on the laptop. Oleksandra had secretly filmed one of Kyrylo's wrestling matches. Kyrylo won, and Oleksandra could be heard cheering. Then, suddenly, they were in a room, and Kyrylo was being celebrated by his mother while his sister continued to film. The video stopped as Oleksandra smiled happily at the camera, Kyrylo proudly held up his gold medal, and Olena kissed him on the cheek while the dogs frolicked in the background.

[frankietitaliandaddy]

BOSS Man ♂️ the big Extra hairy daddy bear NY ITALIAN DADDY BEAR MASTER Telaro the big Extra thick fingers and his hairy chest very cheap such a childhood story of the crying did you know he'd joke about the guys doing it hugged him his legs all spread apart just knee hugs hung down on his lap and turning back to look at the chubby Dad bubba bubby's spanked and mad I did Victor hug inside the house to cozy

fat hairy white master and a good day with the boss babe I heard from the man who I love how the day goes all right you are watching the boy with a phone call you back in the truck and he just wants me to do the job so he can have some dude at the house get my clothes and wash it at his house. But first I clean from the kitchen dishes floor sweet vacuum on my hands and knees mopping working my way to the bathroom cleaning the floor clean the sink clean the toilet finding his hairs and putting them in my mouth and tell him I'm going to take a shower clean a shower leaving the door open and scrubbing the walls really good getting it clean like my master expects and he brings me a towel and I pull back the curtain just so you can clearly see a big bowl she's always looking at and couldn't resist finally touching brushing up against it while reaching underneath the sink to get me more soap and since he did that I figured I'll let him see what it really looks like and prepare myself for this moment making sure I was in my direct so you can get a very good idea of it is very fucking big but I know he wants and I can handle it I don't want him to handle it. So that from there downstairs cleaning the bathroom working my way out on my hands and knees into the living room while he sits on the couch and I'm just sitting there on my knees getting glance at home sitting there in his underwear shirtless tell me what to do and I do what he tells me picking his feet up putting them on the table for him so I can vacuum underneath his feet as I clean there he wants me to start on his bedroom and then come in there and say the washing machine is in here and he opens it up and I can see his underwear on the ground and I'm just like these are nice so takes a minute and I'm picking up stuff moving it around making room to walk through and he notices that I know this is underwear and then I kind of grab them while he's turned around and I pick it up and put it in my back and he's looking around when he turns around and I can see that he's noticing his underwear it's missing so I kind of walk around a little bit move stuff and then just drop them off and he can see that I have moved down so he leaves to go and do something and I grab them put them up to my nose and smell them rubbing myself and then I put it in my pants and my crotch and he comes back in and I feel guilty and I see him looking like very quiet but he knows is underwear my boss is underwear and he shows me how to start the washing machine and while he's doing that I pull the underwear out my pants and drop them behind me can I kick them to the side and then he looks down he can see them and he knows at this boy has been playing with the bosses underwears so I wash my clothes and I wait we go outside and sit then he has me clean the porch clean up his dog poop outside after working all day and paying me very little money he's the big fat hairy New York Italian boss with the authentic New York accent that voice to just always gets me excited and motivated no matter what he says I don't tell him no even though I want to go home I'm tired of working everyday and being his maid cleaning out his truck cleaning anything because he doesn't clean Frankie key Frankie t what's his name they gave me and I never asked any questions cuz he was just so damn sexy for an old dude Italian see the hair coming out of his chest hair all over his arms his big fat fingers big nose clean shave and short haircut jewelry shirt and buttoned just enough to see that furry patch exposed and shorts I can see his legs and all the hair looking at his crotch all the time can never make out a definite bulge but he is definitely checking me out from the moment he pulled up next to me and asked me what I was doing do I want to work and being out of work digging through trash cans and just right place at the right time for him to pull up next to me it is green BMW and I'm talking to him tell him yeah he's telling me what kind of work it is.

[seiyasabi]

Hunters v Gatherers 2

(This is a second part to my ‘Texas Chainsaw Massacre’ AU, aka Yandere Ushijima x Girly Fem Reader x Yandere Tendou story! :)) I hope y’all enjoy this.

TW: !Noncon/dubcon!, Tendou is a meanie :((, manhandling!, Ushijima has a horse cock!, their mom just lets Ushi have his way w you!, virg Ushi!, Ushi is kinda stinky, Tendou cops a feel, ur forced to bathe w Waka, detailed bath w Waka, violence (not towards reader), death (not reader), cannibalism!!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

Wakatoshi drops you onto the wooden floor, your knees hitting the ground at full force, causing a whimper to escape your throat. Their mom stares down at you, taking in your mud caked form.

“Boys, why’s the girl so filthy?” The men stand there, stock still, saying nothing. She raises an unamused eyebrow, ‘tsk-ing’ in annoyance, “Y’all know that pretty girls don’t like bein’ dirty, right?”

Satori tries to explain your dirty state, “Ma, she tried to run away! The dumb harlot ran through the rice patty-” He’s cut off by a harsh slap, silencing him in a moment’s notice.

“Harlot? Do ya think that all women are whores, huh? Is your Ma a harlot to you, boy?” She glares at him fiercely, reaching down to smooth mud caked hair out of your face.

“No ma’am, I’m sorry for speakin’ outta turn,” Kiyoko hums in response, not bothering to look at the red haired male.

“Wakatoshi,” The large man stands up straighter than before, showing the stern woman that he’s listening, “Take her upstairs- you both need some deep cleanin’.”

The green haired man grabs you by the arm, and brings you to your feet. Although his hold isn’t necessarily harsh, the firmness of it makes your arm ache. He walks so fast that all of the rooms pass by you in a blur, so when you finally stop in front of the upstairs bathroom, you are in a daze.

“C’mon, let’s clean ya up,” His gruff voice snaps you out of whatever trance you’re in, and you both step inside the surprisingly large bathroom. The shower has a tub connected to it, which is covered by a clean, yellow, plastic curtain. There’s a double vanity on the left wall, both sinks look well taken care of. There’s a wall that separates the shower and the toilet, covering it from the view where you stand by the bathroom door. There’s a linen closet by the double vanity, which Ushijima opens, pulling out a clean towel, and setting it on the sink. He then pushes the shower curtain aside, showing a two-in-one shampoo and an off brand body wash.

You shouldn’t have expected anything less from two country boys.

The disdain on your face is enough to catch Ushijima’s attention, causing him to look at you questioningly. Clearing your throat, you fiddle with the bottom of your skort, “Uhm, do you happen to have any conditioner? My hair can’t go without moisture.”

The muscular man looks at you as if you’ve just grown six heads, “Conditioner? Ain’t that for horses?” His question makes you want to scream. But luckily for you, Satori waltzes into the bathroom, your bloodstained, pink luggage in hand.

“Yer lucky Ma likes you,” He grumbles, putting up your suitcase on the sink next to your clean towel, ��Anyways, let's open this sucker up, I wanna see what kinda panties you like to wear.”

Your face feels hot with mortification. What the hell is this guy talking about?! Before you can stop him, he’s unzipping your suitcase, exposing the contents to both of the men in the room. Dry blood covers Satori’s hands, so when he reaches out to touch your clothes, your entire body is completely rigid. He rifles through the bag, putting your makeup bag off to the side, along with your full sized shampoo, conditioner, face wash, body wash, and lotion. Your perfume and deodorant is also disregarded. But, when the creep started to dig underneath your cute clothes, quickly getting closer and closer to your panties and bras, you decide to step in.

“Satori, please don’t look at my underwear, it’s so embarrassing,” His wolfish grin makes you want to drown yourself in the toilet, but you try to stay strong.

“Why? Do ya have some slutty panties, pretty girl? Trynna hide ‘em from lil ‘ol me?” Just then, he grabs a pair of your drawers, yanking them out from underneath a pair of ripped jeans, “Oh, would ya look at that?” They’re a pastel pink lace, which matches the colour of your ruined shirt and pink heels that are tucked into your luggage, “Why don’t ya show me what colour you’re wearin’ right now?”

“What? No!” He’s on you within seconds, yanking down your skort, and leaving your pastel purple panties on full display to the two men. The redhead sucks in strangled breath, before staring up into your eyes with a perverted grin. Your skort is still halfway up your thighs, so you try to pull it back up, only to be stopped by your groper.

“Awe, how’d ya know my favourite colour is purple?” He wraps his arms around your upper thighs, hands settling just below your ass, allowing them to grip the fat now available to his grasp. You try to push him away, hands pressed against his chest, which is surprisingly muscular.

“Get off! Please don’t touch me like that!” You glance back at the silent green haired man, face expressing your panic, only to see him staring at you in awe, “Wakatoshi, please make him stop!” It takes a moment, but once he realises that you’re asking for help, he steps in.

“Satori,” The red head glances up at the giant, a look of annoyance present on his features, “That ain’t how you treat a lady.” Satori scoffs.

“Don’t give me that, Waka. I saw ya starin’ at her-”

“But I ain’t harassin’ her,” The brothers glare at each other for a heated moment, before the redhead finally releases you from his hold. Once free, you pull the skort back up, blocking your panties from their view.

“Fine, be that way, Waka. It ain’t my fault you ain’t man enough to take what you want,” He brushes shoulders with the green haired man as he makes his dramatic exit. A hefty sigh leaves the bulky man, as he turns his attention back onto you.

You shift uncomfortably under his strong gaze, “Thank you for your help. I really appreciate it,” He nods in acknowledgment, which leads you onto your next point, “Well, uh, I guess I’ll start to shower now. Would it be okay if I did it alone?” You didn’t want to offend him, so you tried to ask as nicely as humanly possible.

“Naw, Mama said we both needa get cleaned up,” He closes the door, before he starts to shuck off his button-up shirt. You yelp covering your eyes, before turning away from the stripping man.

“Wait, stop!” You no longer hear the sound of clothing shifting, letting you know that he’d stopped stripping for the time being, “We-we can’t shower together! Only couples do that.”

“Mama said yer gonna be our bride,” He continues to undress, the sound of his zipper alerts you that he’s almost finished stripping. You continue to cover your eyes, refusing to strip in front of the strange man who killed your friends.

Whilst you’re deep in thought, you don’t hear the murderer approach you. His large hands grasp the waistline of your skort, and yank the entire garment off of you, leaving you once again in your panties. This causes you to uncover your face, grasping at his grabby hands. This doesn’t stop him. He then grasps your blouse, practically tearing it off of you, leaving you in only your bra and panties.

“Stop it!” Wakatoshi doesn’t stop, in fact, he only speeds up. He pulls your bra off of your chest, sliding it off like a t-shirt. Your arms immediately wrap around your tits, trying in vain to block them from his gaze. You try to back away from him, but it only succeeds in backing you into the double sinks, “Wait! I’ll take off my panties, okay? Just start the shower, please.”

The green haired man looks at you suspiciously, but nods in understanding. He watches as you grab your soap, his back to the wall as he starts the water. He is not allowing you to run from this shower.

You hand him your soap, and as he sets it down (still staring at you, all the while), you sheepishly pull down your panties, leaving you completely naked. You then kick off your shoes and socks, exposing dry mud on your calves. Up until this point, you hadn’t looked anywhere but the large man’s face, yet, when you kicked off your undergarment, you finally noticed his nakedness. His large cock rests heavily against the inside of his thighs, and his muscles seem to writhe under his skin, making your face hot, as you quickly look away. What you didn’t realise, was that the large man was staring at your body with such hunger, that he was practically drooling. Wakatoshi has seen a lot of naked bodies, but yours had to be the most beautiful. He couldn’t help but want to run his hands all over your pretty skin.

Once your soap is in the shower, he grabs you by the hand, and pushes you into the warm stream of water. He goes in behind you, closing the curtain, which casts a darkness over the two of you. You try to move closer to the wall in front of you, not wanting to be in his way, only for him to grab you by the shoulders, and keep you in front of the water stream. The large man grabs your shampoo, pouring a bit too much in his hand, before setting down the bottle, and lathering it up. He messages the soap onto your scalp, effectively cleaning any mud or sweat from your hair. Wakatoshi tries to skip the conditioner, not seeing the need in it, but you practically force it into his hands. He doesn’t know how much to put on, leading him to put it not only on your ends, but also on the top of your head.

Throughout this entire time, you’ve kept your back towards him, not wanting him to see your naked body. So, once he is done smacking on your conditioner, you wash your face yourself, completely removing the makeup you had on beforehand. You go to wash your body, but the large man stops you, taking the bottle from your hands. He dumps the soap into his hand, before turning your front towards him. He sets the bottle down, and begins to clean you. He first washes your top half, hands moving with purpose. Large hands cup your breasts, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. You try to push away his hands, but he holds strong, keeping his hands firmly against your body.

Your back is stock straight, as he trails his hands down your hips. He dips a hand down to your cunny, forcing it between your thighs, and brushing against your sensitive core. Wakatoshi rubs your pussy in slow circles, effectively cleaning you, whilst also riling you up. You bite your lip, trying to stop any noise from escaping you. That’s when he began to clean your ass, making you jump in surprise, which causes more pressure to be laid upon your throbbing clit. A small moan escapes you, which makes the large man pause. He doesn’t say anything, finishing up your cleaning as fast as humanly possible.

You rinse your body off, face warm with mortification, but when you move to leave the shower, he stops you, “Ain’t ya gonna wash me?” His hands hold your hips, keeping you firmly in place. You want to tell him to fuck off, but since he hasn’t tried to butcher you yet, you nod yes. Wakatoshi turns you around, forcing you to face him. He looks a little confused, as he is able to see your face without the pink sparkles you had on earlier, “Ya look better without that makeup crap. I know Mama says it makes women feel pretty, but ya don’ need it,” At this point, you don’t know whether to be offended or not, but you just nod in understanding.

He stares at you a moment longer, before reaching down, and handing you his 2-in-1 shampoo. You clumsily grab the full bottle, flicking it open, and pouring a decent amount into the palm of your hand. It smells like a sixth grader hallway- just straight up axe. It’s almost so strong that you choke on your own spit. The large man removes the bottle from your grasp, allowing you to lather the thick soap in your hands. Once you deem it good enough, you reach for the large man’s head, but just barely skim the fringe of his hair. Pursing your lips in mild annoyance, you motion for him to lean down, “Please lower your head, I can’t reach you,” He immediately leans forward, as if to bow towards you, allowing you to scrub at his scalp with ease. Your pretty pink nails feel great against his scalp, causing him to lean onto you with a grunt. You try to love anywhere but him, as you continue to wash his hair, red and brown quickly going down the drain. Because of him leaning on you, you’ll probably have to rewash your body.

You lightly push him into the spot you were in previously, allowing him to be directly under the spray of water. He’s almost too tall for the shower head, the scene leaving you gawking slightly. Just how tall is this guy?

Once he deems his hair clear of soap, he steps back out of the spray, leans around you to grab the body wash, and all but forces it into your hands. The off-brand body wash is called ‘man musk,’ which makes you want to projectile vomit. Where the hell did they get this crap? Flicking open the bodywash, you’re met with another bout of axe smell, but this is somehow more potent. You give a small cough, as you pour a large amount into your hand, placing the bottle back on the other side of the tub.You lather up the soap once more, before beginning to awkwardly wash the large man. You start with his upper half, rubbing his arms, armpits, and bare chest. He has no chest hair at all, which makes cleaning the dirt off of him easier. When you get to his muscular abdomen, you become a bit anxious. You have no idea how to wash a man, and he’s looking at you as if you should know everything about him.

You decide to wash his legs before even attempting his no-no square, once again looking anywhere but him. When you finish that, you clear your throat, immediately getting the green haired man’s attention, “I-uhm, I don’t know how to clean the rest of you, so-” Wakatoshi grabs your hands, yanking you forward until you’re touching his heavy cock. He makes you grab onto him with a firm grip, pulling back his foreskin, before using your other hand to rub him. The hand that rubs him is then used to clean his heavy ball sack. Once he deems his cock clean, he uses the hand that once held his cock to clean his ass. The entire time, your body is stiff in mortification. This man just used your hands to clean his cock and ass. What the fuck?!

Once you have your hands back, you grab your body wash, dump a small amount in your hand, and begin to wash your hands and any body part that might have gotten dirty by washing his hair. He watches you with mild interest.

“We’ll wash me first, next time. I didn’t realise yer such a clean freak,” He didn’t sound judgemental, but he didn’t necessarily sound understanding either. You nod in response, as he shuts off the water, and hops out of the shower. He grabs his towel that was hanging on the wall, drying himself off, before typing the towel around his waist. His hair is still wet, but you assume that he’ll wipe it off later. The green haired man then grabs your towel, holding it open for you to step into. Moving out onto the bathmat, he immediately wraps you tightly in the soft towel. He holds you close to himself, seemingly trying to keep you warm.

You begin to rub the soft fabric against you, drying yourself off body part by body part, until all you needed to do was dry your hair. But, with the way the large man is just staring at you, you really don’t want to expose your nude body to him again, “Can I put on my clothes now?” He shakes his head no, before going to your luggage, scooping up the things Satori took out earlier, and chucking it back in. He closes it up, setting it down on the ground, and pulling up the handle. Rolling it towards the door, he pushes it open, beckoning you forward.

You follow after him, grasping your towel tightly to your chest. The large man leads you to, what you assume is, his room. Once inside, you’re both met with a surprise; Satori and their mother are in his room. The woman is ordering the red head around, changing the green haired man’s sheets, and cleaning out a few unused drawers.

“Ma, why does he get her? I’m older than ‘im, so shouldn’t eldest-”

“Shut your mouth, boy. This’ the exact reason you ain’t gettin’ her. Wakatoshi’s always obedient, always doin’ what he’s supposed to. That’s why he gets the pretty girl to himself.”

“Ain’t you say we’re supposed to share?”

“Yes I did, but you ain’t gettin’ her first, ya hear? Now go clean your room, boy, ain’t no girl wanna roll around in filth,” The red head turns around to go to his own room, only to catch sight of the two of you.

He glares at the large man, fists clenched at his sides, “Yer one lucky son-of-a-gun. Ma says you get her first,” He looks at your scared form, a wolfish grin suddenly appearing on his face, “But once I get my hands on her? We’re gonna have a fun time, right pretty girl?” You don’t say anything, too scared to say something wrong. He cackles at your lack of response, relishing in your discomfort, “No need to be scared, I ain’t gonna hurt ya…. Much.”

Their mother approaches the redhead from behind, grabbing him by the ear and shaking, “You ain’t gon’ do nothing but clean yer room, smartass,” She then turns towards Wakatoshi and you, an uncharacteristic smile on her normally frowning face, “Now you two go ahead. I know sex before marraige ain’t Godly, but there ain’t no priest around, and we’ve been needin’ more farmhands.”

You feel like throwing up- did this woman just tell her son that he’s ‘allowed’ to have his way with you? What mother does that?!

She drags Satori out, who’s damn near screaming in fury over the fact that the green haired man was given the go ahead to fuck you.

Ignoring them, he closes the door behind him, before rolling your luggage to the now clean dresser. He opens a drawer, pulls out a first aid kit, and motions for you to sit on the bed, “We never cleaned yer wounds.”

Deciding that infection is worth letting him touch you, you lay chest first onto the bed. The towel covers you enough that your pussy isn’t out in the open, but shows enough that the scrapes on the top of your thighs are easily visible. You hear him open the plastic container, pulling out alcohol wipes and bandaids. He tears open a wipe, placing a large hand on your thigh to keep you still, and begins to swipe it over your wounds. You let out a hiss of pain, but don’t move to stop him.

It hurts quite badly, but once he smacks on the last bandaid, you can’t really complain.

“Thank you,” You rasp out, moving off the bed to stand on your feet. Maybe if you ignore his mothers comments, nothing will come of it. Moving towards the end of the bed, you try to stand up, only for him to push you back down.

His large hands flip you over, forcing you to face him. He straddles your waist, his towel falling, causing his hard cock to weigh down against your own towel. You put your hands up, trying to push him away, only for him to grab your wrists and pin them beside you.

“What are you doing?” You sound scared, which causes the green haired man to frown.

“You heard Mama, she said it’s ok,” You shake your head no, trying to fight him. You thrash your body, trying to get him off of you, but to no avail, “Stop it, Yer gonna hurt yourself.”

“Please don’t do this! You already killed my friends, and I can’t-“ He used his elbow to keep one of your hands down, whilst he grabs your face with his now free hand. His grip on your jaw stops you from continuing with your pleas.

“They ain’t yer friends, they left ya fer dead,” He grunts out, “No friend makes ya go by yerself, now yer here with us, and I’m gonna treat ya right.”

He untucks your towel, pushing it open to allow him to see your body. His horse cock now rests heavily against your stomach, dripping precum against your soft skin. Using his knees, he’s able to spread your legs, allowing him easy access to your pretty cunny. Your legs now rest around his hips, as he handlessly tries to rub his cock head against your opening.

You whimper at the feeling, knowing that you’re not nearly wet enough for him to slide in comfortably. You once again try to struggle out of his hold, but it’s to no avail, “Wakatoshi, please- I’m not ready for you, it’s going to hurt really badly,” He tilts his head in confusion, not understanding what you mean, “Uhm, vaginas become wet when aroused, but because I’m, uhm, not, you’d hurt me by just going in.”

He eases up slightly, moving backwards a bit so he can see the entirety of your lower half. Releasing your hands and face, he grabs your thighs, dragging your hips up until they’re eye level. He leans in close, as if your coochie would speak to him, “How do ya make it wet?” You feel absolutely mortified, but it’s better than him just slamming into you.

“So, there’s something called a clit, if you rub it-“

“What it look like?” At this point, you’d rather die than continue, but it’s too late. You raise your hand, and point at your clit.

“This is what it looks like,” He nods, staring at your pussy like he was unlocking the knowledge of sex. He holds one of your legs on his bicep, allowing him to reach down and swipe his thumb against your bundle of nerves. Your entire body jumps at the feeling, spurring the green haired man on. The Rough pad of his thumb clumsily rubs against you in small circles, causing a sweet moan to escape your lips. Taking this with stride, he starts to add more pressure to his ministrations, taking note of the dribble of slick starting to drip out of you.

Your moans grow louder as you start to approach your orgasm, only to gasp when he swaps his thumb for his hot mouth. His lips latch onto your clit with such force, that you squirt all over his face. A small help leaves your mouth at the sheer amount of pleasure you’re feeling. Your head throws back, as he starts to tongue his way into your tight hole, slurping up your dripping juices like a man thirsty. He uses his two thumbs to hold your pussy open, as he continues to lick over your sopping cunny.

Following his movements, you start to grind against his face. The large man doesn’t stop you, your clit grazing against his nose, as he continues to make your cunny as sloppy as humanly possible. More loud moans escape your mouth, as you come to a second orgasm, once again exploding on the large man’s face and tongue.

You try to push him away, feeling overstimulated, but he ignores you, continuing to slurp up your yummy juices, “Wakatoshi, please! It’s too much-“ You grab him by his hair, effectively pulling him away, and making him growl like a damn animal.

“Ya taste good, don’ make me stop,” He kisses the arm that’s currently got his hair, trying in vain to convince you to let him continue.

“No, I’m too sensitive,” He grunts in response, shaking your hand out of his hair. Pulling you closer, he sets your hips back down, allowing his cock to rest against your soaked pussy.

“‘M gonna fuck a baby into ya,” Panic fills your chest, as you try to move away.

“No, no babies!” A grin finally makes its way onto his handsome face, as he pushes your legs over his shoulders.

“You’ll make a good Mommy, I just know ya will,” With that, he grabs his fat cock, and forces his cock into your pretty pussy. You let out a shrill scream, his horse cock practically tearing you apart. He’d pushed himself in in one swift motion, practically filling you to the brim.

He doesn’t let you rest for a moment, not understanding that you’re not ready for his harsh thrusts.

Bucking at full force, he starts to fuck you like a mad man. His balls slap your ass at top speed, causing wet sounding smacks to be heard all throughout the room. The Monster above you growls and grunts like an animal, his form covering yours. His hands hold down your arms, as he starts to suck and bite at your neck and chest. His hips, with every connection, rubs against your clit deliciously, turning his painful thrusts into an orgasmic fuck.

“Atta Girl, your pussy feels like Heaven,” He kisses you on the lips, muffling your cute moans. His hips buck into yours in fast paced thrusts, hitting your g-spot every time. That, coupled with his constant rubs against your clit, causes you to cum again, juices squirting out over the two of you. The feeling of you tightening up has him following in quick succession, his mouth leaving yours to let out a chest rattling groan, “Fuck, yer so pretty, I hope our babies look like their Mama.”

When he comes it feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s so thick and warm, that it feels like you just drank some hot tea, and you can’t help the small moan that escapes you at the feeling.

The large man stays inside of you, relishing the feeling of your wonderful cunny around him. He’s so glad you separated from your friends; if it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have you in his muscular arms.

Whilst you’re catching your breath, you realise what he’d just done. He’d cum inside of you without a care in the world, but luckily, you just recently got an IUD implanted, meaning, there’s no way he or his crazy brother could baby trap you. With that thought in mind, you lay back bonelessly, allowing him to cuddle into your tits.

“I’m so happy Mama let us keep ya, I’ll make sure to treat ya right. Don’t worry about Satori, I’ll make sure he ain’t mess ya up or nothin’,” He grabs your hand, kissing the top of it like a gentleman, “You’ll probably cook and clean, the farm ain’t no place for a lady. Just put on some pretty outfits fer me and Satori, and we’ll be putty in yer hands.”

You nod in response, allowing your body to rest from the rough fucking the large man just gave you.

You still haven’t met their other brother, and you hope you never have to. Hopefully you’re able to stay away from the meat, maybe if you pretend you’re vegetarian they’ll leave you alone.

But, that’s a worry for a later time.

Right now, all you want to do is sleep.

[wyattjohnston]

dreamer (just like you) - andré burakovsky

summary: on midsommar, if you put seven flowers under your pillow while you sleep you're supposed to dream of the person going to marry (or; demi writes yet another summer friends-to-lovers fic)

word count: 2,334

note: set Midsommar 2021 on account of the Avs making it to the Finals this year. its just ticked over to the 25th here in Australia so have fun! thanks to @danglesnipecelly and @matthewtkachuk as always 💚

For a whole week the only thing on the forecast had been rain. Pathetic rain, too. The kind that’s just enough to make hair go frizzy but not enough to just wet it completely.

Nova didn’t want to think about any sort of symbolism associated with the sun coming out the hour André’s plane landed. Especially when the flight had been delayed by so long that the planets aligned just so he could arrive when there was a break in the clouds.

There was still uncertainty around whether he’d come visit her that day. His movements changed every year, dependent on a number of things that Nova had never figured out—sometimes he went straight to his parents and didn’t leave for 24 hours, other times he went straight to whichever house he’d booked for the summer. And then there were the times he had headed straight to her parents’ house right away.

No matter where he ended up, the sun would stay out the entire day, Nova was sure of it, and it would bring much hope for the people religiously watching the forecast for Midsommar.

Early the next morning, Nova was woken by her phone buzzing against her mattress. She reached for it, panicked that she’d forgotten about a meeting or that she was about to be told some horrible news because there was no other reason for somebody to be calling her before nine.

“Rise and shine!” André shouted, causing Nova to rip her phone from her ear and cringe away from it. “Entertain me!”

Nova managed to mumble out, “Find anyone else in Malmo to entertain you.”

“I’m walking over now. Get out of bed.”

Nova groaned but relented and hung up on him immediately so she could at least shower before she saw him. André had seen her in various less than presentable states, so she didn’t care if he saw her when she’d just woken up. She did care if anybody saw her after she’d gone three days without showering because she’d been trying to get through a job.

Her shower and skin care routine were much shorter than normal, though it was clear that her body appreciated any sort of attention it was getting. Even still, André was already sitting on her bed, having hastily and haphazardly folded the duvet at the end of the mattress, when she walked into the bedroom in her terrycloth robe.

“I don’t think this room has changed since high school,” he said, reaching out to the candle on her bedside table. He made a pleased sound as he smelt it.

“You can talk to my parents about that; I only come back for four weeks a year.”

“It’s like a shrine.”

Nova rolled her eyes and opened her chest of drawers. As she stared inside them, she said, “A shrine to the me they wanted and not the one they got.”

André hummed, nobody who knew Nova would disagree with that statement.

Nova dressed with him in the room, slipping her underwear on underneath her robe followed by a pair of shorts. She had no shame in removing the robe, then, and pulling a shirt on.

“Are you buying me breakfast?”

He smiled at her when she turned around, even as he huffed and made a big deal about always being the one to buy them anything when they went out.

The weather had, as Nova predicted, remained perfect for Midsommar.

Nova woke to sun breaking through her poorly shut curtains and the weather app said it would reach twenty degrees, so it was perfect.

They were headed to the Burakovsky’s property, like usual; everyone in Malmö was a creature of habit so plans rarely changed from year to year.

Nova put on a white dress that would undoubtedly become see-through as the day progressed and the kid found water guns, so she’d also put on her nude-coloured underwear because over the years she’d learnt that her white underwear would also go see-through.

Before doing anything else when they arrived, Nova and her mother made a beeline for the kitchen where she knew Pernilla was sure to be slaving away over food despite the fact that there was a well-organised spreadsheet of what everyone was supposed to bring—like everything else, it rarely changed.

“Älskling,” Pernilla said, sweeping the dish from Nova’s hands and all but pushing her out of the kitchen, “I’m nearly done here. Go out the back and I’ll be out in just a minute.”

“Promise?” Nova asked, her expression sceptical.

“Go.”

Nova was shooed out with no room allowed for an argument, especially when her own mother joined in the shooing.

André was nowhere to be found amongst the crowd gathered in the backyard, he was probably going to be late like he always was, so Nova made her way to a group of their friends from high school.

Yet another thing that hadn’t changed, was the realisation that Nova was the only one of her high school friends not married. Her friends in Stockholm didn’t result in the same thoughts running through her mind.

“This year will be the year, Nova,” Emilie said, her hand cradling her heavily pregnant stomach. Nova didn’t know whether it was intentional or habit. “We’ll get you married before the year is out.”

“Yeah? You’re going to magic a man out of thin air for me?”

“No need, the perfect catch has just walked in.”

Nova huffed, her mouth pursed, and she stared at Emilie for long enough to express her displeasure before she’d even turned around. When she did turn around, she wish she’d stared longer.

André Burakovsky had walked into the backyard, his head held high as he greeted everyone.

Nova lost her voice, no matter how much she wanted to snap back at Emilie, because all she could think about was André. He looked ridiculous with an unsuccessful beard, a SnapBack and being loud enough to command everyone’s attention.

He saw the group of them, threw his hands into the air and started shouting enthusiastically. Nova raised her hand in an almost imperceptible wave and then turned to glare at Emilie.

“What are we talking about over here?” André asked, his arm dropping over her shoulders with a casualness that felt all too familiar.

“Nothing,” Nova said hastily, though it didn’t matter.

“Before next summer we’re going to get Nova a husband,” Emilie answered.

“If you think Nova will marry someone she’s known less than twelve months, you don’t know her that well,” André said, rustling Nova gently. “Besides, she’s gotta get to America so she can marry Chris Evans.”

“Oh, shut up, André.”

“Okej, okej.”

He left, the weight of his arm lifting off her shoulders was not as comfortable as she’d expected, and she took a deep breath so she wouldn’t pull him back.

The conversation continued around her, still about her love life but the jokes about André ceased. Everyone was due for one joke about André at Nova’s expense before moving on and the conversation that followed was always about her life in general because she lived away from them all.

With the sun high in the sky and stomachs filled with home cooked meals, Nova joined the younger girls who had started the process of making flower crowns. They’d already done the hard work of gathering suitable flowers, had been searching for a day or two judging from the size of the pile, so Nova’s self-appointed job was to make sure they knew what they were doing.

“Want to make one for me?” André asked, sitting down on the ground beside Nova.

“You should learn this year,” Nova said, pushing a pile of flowers in front of him.

André rifled through the flowers, clearly having no idea what he was supposed to be looking for. Nova took pity on him almost immediately, picking up the wire. She pushed up onto her knees with the wire and a pair of scissors and moved closer to him.

She told him to stay still as she meticulously measured his head with the wire. There was nothing untoward about it, except that André’s warm breath was brushing across her clavicle despite her being beside him because she’d told him to hold still as he was facing her.

“They look so hard.”

“Hockey is hard. Flower crowns are not.”

As it turned out, flower crowns were harder for André than Nova expected, his fingers not quite nimble enough to put the stems where he wanted them and his patience not quite thick as once thought.

Noticing that he was very much struggling and that his frustration was resulting in a very painful looking tension in his face and shoulders, Nova held her flower crown out to him and gestured for him to hand his over.

“That bad?” he asked, a self-deprecating laugh escaping him.

“I don’t want to be here all day.”

He conceded without protest. She ignored the gentle brush of their fingers for her own sanity.

By the time the sun set, and the drinks were gone, people were getting ready to leave. Nova’s parents had long since left, so Emilie was driving Nova home. Emilie was also driving André home because he was staying so near and insisted he could walk from Nova’s.

He walked Nova to her front door, both wrong hands over their mouths to stifle their drunken laughter. Nova was swaying in the door frame, struggling with her keys, when André tapped her on the shoulder.

“For your pillow,” André said, holding out a small bouquet of flowers.

Nova wasn’t sure if it counted if the kids had picked the flowers instead of her, though she wasn’t particularly sure it mattered. She was all about Midsommar traditions, believing in the magical and spiritual properties they all contained; it was just getting exhausting following them so meticulously when they weren’t bringing her any benefit.

“Thank you, André.”

Barely an hour had passed between Nova waking up and André being in her parents’ house. It was amazing to her that, even after nearly a decade since they should have reasonably expected him to show up without notice, they seemed to just accept that he was there.

She could hear their chatter in the kitchen, could hear her father extending an invitation to join them on their walk and André’s polite decline.

He wouldn’t come in to wake her, Nova knew that, so she allowed herself some extra time to mull over yet another Midsommar dream featuring André Burakovsky.

Throughout the year Nova didn’t dream with any regularity and, if she did, it was never about anybody but herself. Whether she had forgotten an assignment, or if the brakes in her car had suddenly stopped working, there was no dream as consistent as the dream-life she’d built with Midsommar-Night's-Dream-André.

The coffee machine spluttered to life and Nova to it as her queue to get out of bed. She pulled on a shirt as she was walking out her door and mumbled a greeting to André when she reached the kitchen.

He smiled at her over his shoulder, though his attention hardly left the coffee machine until two cups were made and one was placed down onto the table where Nova was sitting.

“Who’d you dream about? Was it Chris Evans again?”

Nova laughed, coffee spluttering out of her mouth. She failed to catch it in her hand, so she was left staring up at André with scalding coffee down her chin and on her shirt.

“I’ve never dreamt about Chris Evans.”

The furrow of André’s brow was instant, and he asked, confused, “You’ve been lying to me?”

“I never told you it was him, you decided that.”

“Why haven’t you told me then?”

Nova shrugged, pulling one knee up to her chest so she could hug it comfortingly, “Because it always seemed so stupid, and there was no way it was ever actually going to happen.”

André, across from her, trailed his eyes over her bare leg, remaining silent for a long moment.

“You always tell everyone else how important it is.”

“I’ve been dreaming about you for half my life and that never seemed real. Like I said, it’s stupid.”

André stared at Nova. Nova stared back. Both were frozen in shock, neither expecting that to be what fell from her mouth. She planned both feet firmly on the kitchen tiles, grabbing her mostly full mug as she stood hastily.

“I’m going to have a shower.”

“Nova.”

“I won’t be long,” she said sweetly.

That was a lie. Nova went about her entire skincare routine, taking her time as she did it, as she thought over and over about how she would get out of her admission without going against the universally known truth that she took Midsommar dreams as gospel.

André was, perhaps unsurprisingly, sitting up against Nova’s headboard. He didn’t say a word as she dressed by shimmying underwear underneath her robe and then taking a sundress from her closet—it felt drastically different to be doing so with André in the room now that he knew how she felt.

“What if I told you I’ve been dreaming about you?” he said when she was standing at the end of the bed.

She scoffed, “You don’t even believe in it.”

“Not just last night, or on Midsommar, Nova,” he already sounded frustrated. “During the year, you’re just there whenever I go to sleep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“This isn’t going anywhere if you repeat my questions.”

He was amused at least, by her petulance, and the fiendish smile on her face made Nova crack her own.

“Would you move to America with me?”

“Probably,” she answered without hesitation. “Is that really the only reason you never said anything?”

“We’re friends, Nova, and that’s fine for me. If there’s a chance for me here, though, I want to take it.”

“Yeah? You’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

“I’ve got a lot of time to make up for?” he asked, incredulously, through laughter. “Not sure how this ended up being all my fault.”

“We’ve got time to make up,” she amended, then looked him right in the eye. “Are we going to start now?”

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[solarwonux]

59.  “I’m still sore from last night.”

single dad!jungkook x f!reader

w.c: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, non-penetrative unprotected sex. Jungkook thinks too much lol.

note: hello, first and foremost, THANK YOU FOR 1K. I’m over the moon honestly, I found out while I was on my mini vacation and it just made it 10x better so thank you so much. Anyway, I hope you like this one, it was so much fun to write, let me know your thoughts. Send me a prompt or two if you’d like. hehe <3

sequel

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS

The single ray of light peeked through the slit of Jungkook’s dark curtains, making his eyelids flutter open in discomfort. He sat up on his elbows, looking over at your splayed-out body occupying the usual empty spot next to him. Arm lying lazily around his midriff and leg wrapped around his waist. In a poor attempt to hold him hostage. He could easily slip out without waking you up, but this was a rare sight for him. You in his bed, hair messily fanning out against his dark pillows, and his sheets hanging off your naked body. Your skin glowing under the peeking sun rays of the morning sun, painting tiny sunspots all over your body. 

It was a rare sight for him because you rarely stayed over, and he wanted to revel in the quiet and still moment as much as he could. As much as you allowed him to do so. Before you woke up panicking peeling your limbs away from his body in a frantic sleepy search for your clothes that occupied every inch of his one-bedroom loft.

He was outgrowing it in every sense of the word. Last week he had to replace the crib in the far with a twin-sized bed, leaving little room to comfortably move around it. It had been proven to him last night when you accidentally bumped your knee into the corner of his daughter’s bed while you helped him clean up his place, while she was away at her grandparents for the weekend. 

It was why you had shamelessly decided to stay over. It was why he was able to wake up next to you. Why he was contemplating on waking you up so the two of you could hunt for apartments together. Why he had been turning the same sentences over in his head, looking for the right way to ask you to move in with him. To marry him. Would asking the two questions side by side be too overwhelming, or will knocking two birds with one stone be the right thing to do?

He didn’t know, this was all new to him. Haneul’s mother didn’t want her, didn’t love her and left her to him before disappearing without a trace. You were the first person he called when he arrived at the hospital to pick her up. Having his daughter in his arms, a daughter he had no idea he had until that morning, was terrifying and in the midst of his breakdown, he dialed your number. You were his best friend back then, now you were his girlfriend and the only mother Haneul had ever and will ever know. He wanted everything to be official but he didn’t know how or if he should.

Frustrated, he lays down again, running his hand down his torso until it reaches your hand. He walks his fingers up your arm in a ghostlike matter, while humming quietly, contemplating the ever-present questions that he always found himself swallowing. It was never the right time, but the right time never seemed to come, so maybe he should just blurt it out and then hide away. 

“Good morning,” you croak, sleep still present in your voice. A smile creeps onto Jungkook’s face, his thoughts fleeting to hide in the back of his mind again. He turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. 

“Good morning my beautiful girlfriend.” He hums leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before burying his head in your neck. You smelled like green tea and white sage; the scent of your body lotion and him. It made him feel calm. Though if he were to ever express that thought out loud you would just say that it was the work of your stress-free body lotion. But no, you smelled, felt like home to him and it made him feel calm. 

You twinkle your fingers down his bare back, the gnawing emptiness in the pit of your stomach returns. Your alone time with him was coming to an end and you hated it. “I have to get up, I have to go.” You whisper, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head. 

Jungkook makes a disappointed sound, tightening his hold around you. “No five more minutes.” He whines kissing down your neck and lifts his head. A smug smile painting his beautiful features. “I can convince you to stay.” He quirks a brow, rolling his hips into yours. 

“Babe.” You place a hand on his chest, your head hitting his pillow again, as the pleasure overtakes your body. “I-I can’t, I’m still sore from last night.” You breathe out as he grinds his half-hard cock against you. 

He hums, chest swelling up in disgusting testosterone-filled pride. He knows he rocked your world a few times last night. Still remembers how he had you screaming louder than usual underneath him, enough to have his neighbors banging furiously against his wall. “We don’t have to go all the way, we can just stay like this.” He whispers, kissing your temple, grinding his hips against yours experimentally. It was slow and careful. He didn’t want to work himself up to full mast without your verbal agreement. Jungkook always respected your boundaries and he knew your body better than anyone you had allowed to touch you in the past. So, if you were to tell him no as much as he wanted you not to he would stop without a complaint ever leaving his lips. 

You smile and push him down, straddling him. “Okay but relax, I could literally hear you thinking while I was still sleeping.” You roll your hips, your clit brushing against the tip of his fired-up cock.

He lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, resting his hands on your ass, “I got a lot to think about.” He winks before moving up his bed resting his back against the headboard of his bed, your chest now against his. “Keep going, I want to paint your pretty lips with my cum.” He mumbles kissing your cheek. 

“For a dad, you’re always horny. I thought having a kid would kill your sexual prowess.” You sigh running your wet pussy over his cock harder, your lips fluttering around him, ready to take him in fully. 

He laughs, bucking his hips against yours, a whimper falling out of your lips. “It did at first, remember?” He hisses when your clit brushes up against his angry head again. He wants to be inside you so badly, but he knows he’s already pushing it just with this, though, he can’t complain. When it comes to you, everything was euphoric. 

You nod, looking down at him with hooded lust-filled eyes, resting your palms against his shoulders to use him as leverage to go faster. “Y-Yeah, you couldn’t get it up for the longest time, now I swear, f-fuck, it doesn’t stay down.” You rest your forehead against his. 

Jungkook moves his hand between your bodies, his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow careful circles, making you jolt. “I can’t help it, you’re so sexy, everything you do is sexy.” 

“Mmm, don’t stop please.” You arch your back, your hard nipples brushing against his. The bars decorating them still catch you off guard. They had been an on the whim decision back in college during a particularly stressful finals week. You had held his hand throughout the entire piercing process and wiped away his tears as he made you swear not to tell anyone he cried in pain and came in his pants all at the same time. You did and have kept his secret ever since. Now using the ladder against him during sex.

He rubbed your clit fast, his cock trapped between the wet lips of your pussy, quiet pants falling out of chapped lips. The pleasure was building fast against the pit of your stomach, “I’m close baby, are you?” 

Jungkook hummed, grabbing hold of your hips and rolling them against him. The change of rhythm was much more intimate and arousing. There was no space between the two of you, your clit was brushing against the short course hairs against his mound, and it was driving you insane.

“Yes, baby, do you want me to pull away?” 

“No, no want to feel you close Kook.” You threw your head back, pulling on his hair, letting your desperate need take over your body. 

Jungkook moaned your name silently, moving your hips faster chasing both of your highs, “Gonna let me cum on you my sweet girl, gonna let me paint you with my cum. God, I wish I could fuck it into you after, but we can stop here, just let go please.” He bit down on your neck, making you arch your back. 

“Oh my-, I’m cumming Jungkook f-fuck.” You whimpered, letting your orgasm take over, moving your pussy harder against his cock, riding out your high. You looked so beautiful and fucked out, the image burning brightly inside the corner of his brain that kept all the dirty versions of you. Your swollen clit rubs over him one last time before he’s cumming. Hot sputters of his sticky white essence coating your cunt and his abdomen, your eyes wide as you watch him spill himself all over you, the immorality of it all, enough to get you going again if you could. 

“That was sexy.” Jungkook pants, making you roll your eyes. He leaves a delicate kiss against your collar bone before looking at you with soft doe pleading eyes. You never understood how he could have the dirtiest things spewing out of his mouth one second and the next he’s looking at you the same way Haneul does whenever she wants a chocolate bar before dinner. “Did I convince you to stay longer?” 

“Yes, but I might consider it more if you tell me what’s been bothering you since yesterday.” You tilt your head and stand up. Jungkook blushes when he truly assesses the mess the two of you had made, making his cock twitch at the sight. “Join me in the shower?” 

“Wait.” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you down on his lap again. “Not yet, wait a while please.” 

“Jungkook as much as I wanted to be covered in your cum, it’s a little gross to just stay here cuddling.” You pout, running your hands through his hair pushing his dark bangs back. 

“I know but,” he chews on his bottom lip, the questions from earlier return and he wonders if this is the right time. You sitting on his lap covered in his cum, or if he should wait until after the two of you have showered. This was truly driving him crazy and there was no way to hide from you because you knew him better than anyone else in this entire world.

“Babe, you're thinking again and loud. What’s wrong?” You run your index finger down the side of his, tracing the tiny minuscule freckles on his cheek connecting them. 

“This is so hard, I don’t know how to just ask you to marry me and move in with me. It’s been driving me up the wall for like two weeks now. And like I don’t even have the ring yet, because it’s still being made, but they told me it would take only two weeks and it’s been a month because they’re backed up but that’s okay because they're short on staff. But I wish I had everything with me because I want everything to be perfect, you deserve perfect always and fuck, I-I just want you here forever by my side. By Haneul’s side because you make us complete and god, I don’t know how to ask you.”

There was a brief silence before you’re bending over laughing against his chest. Jungkook is left there sitting dazed and confused holding you as you laughed against him. Did he say something funny?

“Jungkook, I think you just asked me?” You lift your head, placing a hand against your chest trying to calm your nervous laughter and the pounding over your heart. 

“Fuck,” he hits the palm of his hand with his forehead, his neck flushing red from embarrassment. “I didn’t want to ask you like that please, just forget about it.” He pleads sadly, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. He wants the ground to swallow him whole. 

“I don’t want you to.” You say stubbornly wrapping your arms around his neck, “and I want to say yes I will move in and marry you, will you let me?” Your fingers play with the hair resting on the back of his neck making him shiver. 

He’s looking at you wide-eyed and in shock, “are you sure? We can forget about it and I can ask you when we’re not covered in cum and I have everything. I’ll even write a speech.” He says fast, his heart beating hard against his chest, threatening to fall out. The only other time he’s felt this way was when he held Haneul in his arms for the first time ever. 

You shake your head, pecking his lips softly, scrunching your nose, remembering that two of you still hadn’t brushed your teeth yet. “I don’t want a do-over, this was perfect, I mean I still want my ring so I can show it off, but this was perfect. It was us.”  

He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders falling forward, letting the tension leave his body. He was stressed out for no reason. “I love you so much,” 

“I love you, now can we shower?” 

“Yes, and then we can get breakfast and pick up Haneul together?” 

“Sounds like a dream come true.”

[seriowan]

First of all, CONGRATS!!

May I please request a number 8 with my good man Fives. ORR if someone has already requested that, I'll take a number 20 😳 💛💛💛💛💛

(i am sooooo sorry this took so long!! i went on a sabbatical from tumblr and my writing motivation was at an all-time low but i've successfully managed to bring it back with this request! Now i can finally go through my writing celebrations requests! thank you to everyone who has been kind and patient in the meantime 💕)

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FIVES x F!READER 8. giggling/fun sex w/c: 1.4k

Fives woke in the morning with a smile on his face. 

   For the first time in weeks, he wasn’t waking up to the sight of another bunk above his head or the engine rumble that Echo called a snore. He wasn’t being shocked awake by the ring of a siren or tossed around by Rex’s early morning commands. There was no funky smell, no uncomfortable sleepwear clinging to him like a second skin. 

   Instead, he woke up to the warm sun rays peeking through the curtains of a quaint little bedroom. The smell of your skin and last night’s mingling still lingered in the air, scattered like the clothes on the floor. A phantom ache spread through his muscles as he moved his bare legs underneath the cool, soft sheets. The satisfaction deepened as he smiled and turned on his side to face you.

   “Goodmorning princess,” he rasped, reaching over to bring you closer.

   His smile fell when he was met with empty, tousled sheets. He raised his head, going still with panic. Did you leave? Did someone call you in from the senate building? You were a senator’s aid but you weren’t so careless as to leave without telling him or giving him a parting kiss. 

   But your pillow was still warm and the smell of you still clung to the sheets. A quick lean and peek into your closet showed your uniform had been left untouched; your name tag, unmoved from its place on your dresser. 

   The relief settled. Fives sagged back into the bed, gazing up at the ceiling. He yawned, scratched his chest, and cast the blankets aside to swing his feet over the edge of the bed. Wincing at the soreness of his muscles, he shifted to stand when he felt the awkward stiffness between his legs. 

   A raging erection. 

   He rolled his eyes. Of course. Leave it to Fives junior to wake up before the rest of him, even after being worn out last night. 

   Yet it seemed that little Fives had the right idea. The more he woke, the more Fives started to notice the sound of splashing water, the echoing hum of your voice as you sang along to the music playing through the speakers. 

   Fives couldn’t help but smile with anticipation as he dashed out of the bedroom. He turned the handle to the bathroom door and slipped inside. Steam billowed through the bathroom, hanging in the air like thick clouds and clinging to the mirror. It was hot enough to wake him up even further, sending a twitching jolt of excitement right down to his strained cock. He bit his lip at the site of your naked silhouette through the opaque glass 

   Pushing aside the glass door, Fives wordlessly slipped into the shower, causing you to squeak and leap in surprise. 

   “Fives!” You laughed when he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest while simultaneously stepping underneath the water. It rained down over both of your heads, soaking his hair until it clung to his forehead. Water dripped from his lashes as he grinned, layering kiss upon kiss along the side of your neck. 

   “Already wet for me babygirl?” 

   “Very funny,” you mused, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “Hilarious, actually.” 

   “You know me; I’m a natural comedian.” His hands roamed down from your hips to the globes of your ass, kneading and gripping the soft flesh with greed. His lips hovered over your ear as he rasped, “I thought you left me this morning; wasn’t too happy to find an empty bed, cyare.” 

   You hummed. “Looks like you’ll have to start joining me during my morning showers.” 

   “Sign me the fuck up,” he groaned, causing you to break out into a fit of laughter. The sound was so sweet to his ears, so delicate and full of adoration, that he couldn’t help but spin you around and press your back to the shower tiles. He gripped the sides of your smiling face and shook his head in disbelief, eyes grazing across your face without so much as a peek down below. 

   “You’re so kriffing beautiful.” 

   You brushed the hair off of his wet forehead with a smile, singing in a teasing tone, “Am I?” 

   “Damn right you are.” He gave you a sly look. “But you already know that, don’t you? C’mon, I want to hear you say it. Say, Fives has the prettiest girl in the galaxy.” 

   The water felt warmer than before. It dripped over your lips and down your chin, between your collarbones to the valley of your breasts. Fives’ eyes followed a droplet before flitting back up to your lips. 

   He leaned forward, hovering close enough to feel his breath on your cheek. 

   “Say it.” 

   You licked your lips and sighed gently, the words slipping through as freely as the water gliding down your skin. 

   “Fives has the prettiest girl in the galaxy.” 

   Satisfaction flashed in his eyes. A cheshire grin curled the corners of his mouth, drawing a blush across your cheeks. You shyly dipped your chin as you smiled, earning a pleased laugh from Fives. 

   “There it is,” he purred, curling a finger underneath your chin to tip your head up. “My pretty, pretty girl.” 

   You wrapped your arms around his neck just as Fives hooked his hand underneath your thigh and raised it to his hip. Sharing smiles of anticipation, you both fell into a fit of giggles as he ran his hand up and down your thigh, using the other to cup the side of your face. He tilted your head to access the side of your neck, pecking the softest kisses along your thudding vein. 

   You laughed quietly when he blew a playful raspberry against your wet skin. 

   “Something funny?” His voice was a low murmur, sending jolts of electricity down to the tips of your toes. 

   “Maybe,” you teased, lowering your leg to turn towards the tile. With a slow lean, you pressed the cheeks of your ass against his hips, slipping a hand between your thighs to guide his cock to your entrance. You gave it a slow stroke, drawing a sharp breath from Fives before you pushed yourself back, sliding yourself onto him. 

   You both groaned at the sensation, driven mad by the warmth of your supple skin and the water that wrapped you both in heat. Hands against the wall, you bit your lip, stifling your moans as Fives began to slide back and forth, in and out, pushing himself deeper into you with each thrust and greedy clench of your hips. Water echoed, splashing off of your skin in tandem with the clap of skin on skin. 

   Faster, quicker, needier noises filled the bathroom. Heat blossomed across your belly, burning even hotter where Fives’ hands roamed - from hips to breasts, kneading and pullnig and squeezing like he couldn’t get enough of your touch, your sounds; the musical whimpers that quickly became slurred pleads. 

   “Oh, Fives! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Right there, baby, right there~!” 

   Fives slowed his pace but kept the same brutal thrust, pulling you back by your hips, growling and grunting under his breath as he filled your cunt over and over. Every noise that fell from your mouth was fuel to the fire, dragging out the pleasure until you could feel him twitch inside of your cunt. 

   Looping a hand under your thigh, Fives raised your leg and snapped his hips forward, impaling you on his cock until you were both shaking and tipping over the edge. With a final thrust, he buried himself into your slick cunt to the hilt, rocking his had back as his hips bucked. Every muscle constricted, tightening with the pressure in his gut as he spilled rope after rope of cum.

   You twitched, spasming muscles threatening to collapse as Fives lowered your leg to the soapy shower floor. You clamped your thighs together, tightening even further around his dick as you ground your hips against his, riding out your orgasm in bliss. 

   He gripped your hips in a white-knuckled grip, holding onto you as you clenched around him once, twice, over and over even as he slowly pulled himself back. His cock slipped from your cunt as he took a shaky step back and leaned against the glass. 

   You turned, hooded eyes bouncing up and down from the spent smile on his face to his twitching cock. Fives followed your gaze, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a knowing smile.

   “Round two in the bedroom?”

   You grinned and nodded. 

   “Round two in the bedroom.” 

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[bumblesimagines]

“ you were always there when i needed you. let me repay the favor.

“ hey, look at me… “

Ez

“ hey, look at me… “

“ you were always there when i needed you. let me repay the favor.

Your peaceful slumber had been interrupted by the deep rumble of a motorcycle, the bright headlights peering through your thin curtains. With furrowed brows and squinted eyes, you peeked at your clock.

"What the fuck?" You muttered sleepily, pushing yourself up and watching the light flicker off. Typically, you would've been pissed about getting woken up so early, but Ez didn't do it if it wasn't an emergency.

Throwing the covers off and standing from the bed, you flickered lights on as you walked to the front door. You could hear the heavy boots hitting the ground until they were right outside your door. Ez didn't bother knocking. He knew you were up.

"What happened?" You asked as you opened the door, flickering on the porch light. Underneath the dim light, you saw his face. His eyes were cast downward, face blank and fists clenched. Lowering your gaze, you saw the blood splattered on his shirt.

"Ez?" You pushed the screen door open and let him inside, shutting the door and turning to face him. "Are you okay? Who's blood is that?"

"I looked her in the eye." Was his quiet response. Your brows furrowed, moving around him to face him.

"What?"

"I-I... I had to." He whispered, opening his fists and staring at his hands. "I had to do it."

"Ez, come on. It's late and you need a shower. You can tell-"

"I'm a fucking monster." His quiet words made your lips pull into a frown. Reaching up and cupping his face, you tried to make him look at you.

"Hey, look at me…" You spoke softly, getting him to lift his honey brown eyes and meet your gaze. "You are not a monster, Ezekiel Reyes."

"But-"

"You were always there when i needed you. let me repay the favor. Get out of those clothes, go take a shower, and we can talk in the morning." He remained rooted in his spot for a few moments before giving a small meek nod.

[jenomark]

fingering yourself in the shower being a roommate from dream 00 line, but oh, you forgot to lock the door

Renjun: You were being loud on purpose. You wanted to get under his skin, to have him barge in while you were fingering yourself in the shower and demand that you stop. You let the echo reach him, let Renjun know that he was invited inside. For a moment, you thought he wouldn't take the bait, but the unlocked bathroom door swung open and he stood there. "You're annoying." he said. "Do you know that?" You pulled open the shower curtain and didn't stop touching yourself. Renjun's eyes were on your fingers and how gently they touched you between your legs. "But you like me anyway." you said. You rested your foot on the edge of the tub and gave him a full show. You touched one of your breasts and brought it up to put into your own mouth. Even over the loud spray of water, you could hear Renjun gasp. "Why don't you join me?" you asked, looking down at his pants. He adjusted himself, too aware that he was getting hard just by watching you. "I'm not dirty." he said. You moved around the shower to give him a full show of your body. "Somehow I doubt that." you said, smirking. Renjun groaned and began taking off his clothes. He got in the shower and touched you like he had forgotten what you felt like.

Jeno: It started with you walking in front of him on your way to the bathroom completely naked. Jeno looked up from his phone and watched you, his face impassive. You didn't lock the bathroom door, just left it slightly ajar. You turned on the shower and got in, letting your body warm underneath the stream of water, feeling how sensitive your skin felt by your own touch. Not even a minute into the shower and you heard the creak of the bathroom door. You could see Jeno's shadow standing there, so you pulled open the curtain. "Took you long enough." you said. There were so many emotions going on as he looked at you, so many of them too complicated to sort out. Quietly, he undressed himself and got into the shower with you. You went to touch yourself but he beat you to it, his fingers parting you open from behind. You melted against his body, the connection between you both making the shower even more steamy and hot. You let your weight relax into him as he touched you. When Jeno had enough, he pushed you against the shower wall and entered you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he thrusted deeper.

Haechan: He burst into the bathroom, not caring that the shower was running, or that you were in it. "What do you want to eat tonight?" he asked, stalking across the room to grab his toothbrush since he was going out of town. "I was thinking we can do that new place that opened up. I hear it's delicious." he said. When you didn't respond, Haechan felt a little panicked that something might be wrong. He reached for the shower curtain when he heard you moan. It was sharp and short. "Hello?" he called. " Are you having fun without me?" From behind the curtain, he heard the squeak of a foot sliding across the tub. "Haechan?" you called. You stuck your head out of the curtain, your eyes getting wider as you saw him. "What are you doing in here?" you asked. He looked at the water droplets from your hair dripping down your collarbone. "I was seeing what you wanted to eat." he said. "But, now I'm suddenly wanting to eat something else." The thing about having a male roommate was that you were sure you'd eventually fuck. You and Haechan lasted three weeks before you took each other to bed. You opened the curtain. "Can't I have some peace?" you asked. He tore off his shirt and undressed his lower half faster than you'd ever seen him move. He didn't speak, just stepped right into the shower and pushed you against the cold, wet tiles. His hands were all over you, helping you finish what you had started.

Jaemin: There wasn't much time for embarrassment. You were pleasuring yourself in the shower and getting a little carried away. You hadn't left the door unlocked on purpose, and Jaemin didn't know what he was thinking when he swung open the door. You freaked out, slipped and got trapped in the shower curtain, and Jaemin caught your naked body before you hit the tub. It all happened so fast that you had little time to feel anything. "That was..." you stammered, looking into his deep eyes. "Sexy?" Jaemin finished, not knowing if he should smile or make a joke. He placed you upright, his eyes avoiding your naked body out of respect. You stared at him, never wanting him as much as you did right in that moment. "You might need to come in here with me." you said. "I could slip again." Jaemin froze for a moment, until he got the hint. You fixed the shower curtain and waited for him to come inside of the shower with you. When he did, he looked comfortable to be naked in front of you, his hands reaching out to touch you. Under the continuous spray, he kissed you, his hands moving down your back underneath the warmth. You got down on your knees carefully, took his cock in your hands and then your mouth to thank him.

[cynettic]

What about play hide and seek with Diluc, Childe, Kaeya and Zhongli with small s/o? Maybe fluffy

Summary - Playing hide and seek with Genshin characters, with the advantage of being short.

Pairings - Reader x Zhongli / Diluc / Kaeya / Childe

Warnings - None? Unless you’re still at that stage where you think kissing is gross :(

Penpal - I enjoyed this so much!!! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoyed it :)

A/N - I used to be a pro at hide and seek- but that’s probably cause I was a tiny thing as a child. I can’t fit into half the things I used to fit into lol. And bro- why does my autocorrect keep changing ‘crunchy’ into ‘crunchyroll.’ Like that doesn’t even make sense- it feels like it’s making fun of me :(

Hide and Seek with a Small S/O

Diluc

When you first mentioned it he didn’t hide his confusion.

The idea of playing a game he would play when he was younger made no sense to him, not until you revealed that you just wanted to drag him out of his desk and get him to do something else. ‘Anything’ else. Diluc was known for overworking and you swore that if he continued at this rate, you’d start to see grey hair.

“Grey hair?” He’d asked one time, hand reaching to tousle his red locks. “I wasn’t aware that working caused such side effects…” he flashed you a suspicious look, not entirely convinced. “Unless this just another one of your ploys to get me out of my office…?”

“Bingo,” you replied back with a smile, tugging at his arm. “Now cmon, come play hide and seek with me.”

And who was he to say no to his adorable s/o?

So he takes you by the arm, following along as you drag him to the centre of the manor. No one except the two of you are in the residence, maids gone for vacation, Elzer having head to Monstadt to help with the deliveries.

You tell him to count to 30.

When he covers his eyes with both hands and begins the countdown, you scurry upstairs, knowing fully well that he can hear the stairs cream underneath you. But that won’t matter.

Being small as you are, you can fit into tiny places without too much effort. So you find the bathroom cabinet, opening the doors and crawling inside. Towels and hygiene products accompany you in the darkness, and you press your knees to your chest.

You can hear Diluc slowly get up the stairs.

Actually, you can hear the soft thump of his footsteps wherever he goes. His room, your room, just until he opens the bathroom door.

You’re especially quiet as he opens the shower curtains, peeking in the tub and giving the room a quick look over. Shallow breaths as he slowly walks back to the door.

But just before he leaves the washroom, he pauses, your breaths the only audible thing as he stops. You know immediately that he found you when his footsteps walked back into the washroom, stopping right at the sink cabinets.

Oh well, he isn’t the darknight hero for nothing.

————

“Y/n?”

The cabinets door open slowly, the sudden light blinding you for a moment before you could focus back on the redhead in front of you. He’s crouched down, height still giving him a good head above the sink anyway. He lowers his figure to fully face you, chuckle slipping out of his lips at the sight of you huddled against the cramped area.

Without speaking, he instead reaches his hand to tug you out of the darkness of the cabinet. Hand against the small of your back as he pushes you towards him, till you were pressed against his chest. You bury your face into his shoulder, huffing in disappointment.

“What gave it away? I was being so quiet too…”

He rubbed his thumb across the skin of your back, slowly standing up with you in one hand. “I believe I’m a much greater listener than you give me credit for.” When he stands you up on both feet, you rub your eyes, still adjusting to the light.

“Alright,” you put both hands on the sink behind you, leaning back. “Your turn then? I’ll give you thirty seconds from up here, that should be enough.”

Raising an eyebrow, he quickly shakes his head. “I’m afraid my height would give me away in a matter of seconds love.” You open your mouth to disagree, there were plenty more spots- “But I won’t be heading back to work either, I do believe my rest is long due.” He laces your hand in his, soft sigh as he encases your small palm against his. It was comforting to be able to slide his fingers into yours, small enough to make him want to shield your body from everything all together. Keep you protected in his arms as your hands clenched the fabric of his jacket. “What do you say about resting bed then, together?”

———

Kaeya

A tad confused like Diluc at the start, but less stubborn when you insist on playing it with him.

He too works a lot, and if not buried in paperwork, he’s off doing missions outside or providing help to Monstadt residents. And when he’s off work, he wants to he’s still the tavern and drink till he drops, a habit he’s put to a stop for you, but still does on the certain occasion.

So when you ask, he can’t really say no. Besides, the idea does sound fun to a degree, why not give it a go?

“Make sure to find a good spot,” he whispers into your ear as the two of you walk along the bridge. “I’m afraid I’m a terribly good seeker, you don’t want the round to end too quickly do you?”

“Don’t get too cocky,” you hummed back with a grin. “You’ll end up eating your words.”

On a side note, you scare Timmie’s pigeons away and he yells at you.

You both walk to the Whispering Woods, a suggestion made by you. Settling at the start of the trail, you tell Kaeya to give you about a minute at the very least.

“And count slow,” you clarify with accusatory eyes. “No cheating.”

With a smirk, he begins to count, facing the other way as you scurry into the forest. Being as small as you are, you could easily creep into a log or bush, or climb a tree if you really wanted. So you settled with a tree, finding the highest one with the most branches and leaves to keep you cover.

It didn’t take you long to get up.

Clawing your way while using the branches as leverage, eventually hoisted your body up into one of the tallest branches. It was only then that you let yourself relax, looking down in search of Kaeya if he’d begun searching.

He checked ‘everywhere.’

Extremely detail oriented, he knew you were small enough to hide yourself in the smallest crevices. So he looked and looked, and you could only watch from your high position in the tree, giggling at his slight frustration.

It was only when he leaned against the tree that you knew he’d found you, peering up to give you a small smile.

“Oh~? And how’d you get yourself up there-?”

———

“I know how to climb a tree,” you stated back, rolling your eyes. “Took you so long too, thought I was gonna fall asleep.”

At his pout, you began to climb down. Branches scratching your arms as you made sure you were secure with every step you took. Nothing painful, but tedious when you were being so careful not to slip and fall.

“The woods have lots of hiding spots,” Kaeya defensively stated back, eyes tracking your movements. “Do you expect me to have checked all the trees in a matter of seconds…?”

You snickered, “Yeah. You kinda are the cavalry captain yknow.” A joke of course, Kaeya was already comfortable enough around you to reveal his insecurities and let you past his confident demeanour. He knew you didn’t expect anything from him, especially not as his title in the Favonius Knights.

But before he could retort back, your leg skimmed past one of the branches, hand grip not firm enough to keep you from falling. You were airborne for a moment before your arm hit one of the branches, pushing it away from your head as you were sent tumbling to the ground.

Kaeya cursed before quickly catching you from his position under the tree, hands catching your waist and easily pulling you to his chest bridal style. Your small figure pressed up against him, head on his shoulder as you blinked past the shock.

“Ouch.”

Letting out a relieved sigh, he gently set you down to the ground, crouching to scan your form. There were various scratches, none of them bleeding along the line of your shoulder.

His big hands still held you by the shoulders, eyes trailing along the bruise on your arm from the fall. He frowned, not hiding his disdain at the newfound injury. Gently, he cradled your arm in both his hands, brushing his thumb across the red splotch that would no doubt fade into an ugly purple and blue.

“It’s fine,” you reassured to his pensive eyes. “It’s a bruise, my fault for slipping anyways.”

He seemed unconvinced, but helped pull you up when knowing he couldn’t do anything. Not here. “Alright then, let’s get you back, Barbara will be able to patch it up in no time.” You nodded, walking alongside him down the trail. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“Ha- as if. If anyone needs to be carried, it’s you and your pride. I still can’t believe you took that long to find me.”

“My- and who said my pride took a hit from that?” But he played along with your jest, keeping one hand securely around your shoulder. “My my, such a caring individual you are. I might just take you up on that offer to carry me then.”

———

Childe

Bro- this guy would’ve been the one to ask ‘you.’

He probably got the idea on one of Teucer’s visits, persuading you and him to join the younger boy in a game of hide and seek. And even if it had taken the younger boy quite a bit to find both you and Childe hidden in the closet piled with clothes, it had entertained you all.

So it doesn’t come unexpected that he tugs you by the arm, gesturing to the crisp cool air of Liyue, tall imposing buildings lightened by the street lamps.

“Oh cmon Y/n, one game?”

He’d just gotten back from work, and you who’d finished your work much earlier had been waiting around for him to get back. Settling on a night walk, you weren’t surprised he proposed the idea.

“Hm? Fine, but you’re the seeker.” Your gaze slid along the buildings, small crevices and alleyways just waiting for you to sneak in. The night air coupled along with the dead silence gave you a thrill, you might actually enjoy this.

“Fine by me! I’m giving you thirty seconds.”

Scoffing, you push your shoulder against his arm. “No way, you’re give me more than that. I’m finding a good spot and I sure need more than thirty seconds in the ‘entirety’ of Liyue Port to find somewhere.”

He had no choice but to nod along, a smile forming at the idea. “I’m going to find you anyway, but sure, go and have your try at it. Let’s see how long it takes me.”

You take up the challenge, running quickly through the streets of Liyue as you attempt to find a place.

Being small, and having so many options to hide, you figured you should find someplace Childe ‘couldn’t’ get into.

Just to see the look on his face-

Luckily for you, there’s a little stretch right between buildings with a tiny cramped up space. It’s too small to call it an alleyway, but once inside it stretches up a tad bit more.

Maybe you’re claustrophobic, maybe you’re not, but you settle on going in there just for the sole purpose of mocking Childe.

By the time you’ve fully crept inside, you could only guess that he’d stopped counting. It took a while, but eventually you heard the soft sound of footsteps against gravel, crunching the rocks on its path.

When he made it to the alleyway, he peeked into the darkness, greeting you with a smirk.

“Found you.”

———

You found yourself smiling back sweetly at him, tilting your head to the side when you said, “Ah, well you do have to tag the hider you know. That’s how we played it with Teucer~” you put your hands up innocently, watching his eyes furrow in confusion. “Oh come on, you found me, tagging me should be the easy part.”

So Childe of course tried to squeeze in the little crevice, grunting when he couldn’t fit in at all. A scornful look of frustration crept onto his face as he tried and tried again to at least get his reach to you-

“I’m enjoying the view, but hurry it up would you? You told me you’d win in no time.”

He only grew more visibly frustrated at your comment, pulling out to try new tactics. He found he couldn’t reach you by hand, and when he used one of his water swords to try to drag you to him, you kicked it away.

“You’ll scratch me!”

“I’ll be careful I swear-“

Nevertheless, Childe soon grew discouraged after nothing worked. He contemplated teleporting in there with his hydro vision… but he didn’t want to know what would get squashed if he took the chance.

He summoned his water swords again, swinging them around in his hand menacingly as he stared down. “Well,” he drawled, watching it be your turn to give him a confusing stare. “If I can’t reach you by hand, guess I’ll just have to cut my way through.”

“Huh?! But these are buildings, you can’t just-“

“Oh yes I can. I most certainly can, and believe me when I say I ‘will.’” He paused to flash you a grin, teeth gleaming against the streetlights in contrast to the dark. He stared at you as if you were prey, sending a shiver up your spine as he assumed the role of predator. “Unless you get out.”

You really had no choice, not when it came to either that or destroying buildings for your sake. And even if he was joking, which you were sure he was, you didn’t want to risk it.

“Ugh, fine you cheater.”

“Who said threats weren’t allowed?”

You only stuck your tongue out at him, getting out of the little crevice. What you didn’t expect was for him to pick you up straight after, swinging you in his arms like you would a baby. He pressed a sly kiss to your cheek, content with the way you swung your legs to break free.

When he didn’t give in to your struggles, you simply laid back, groaning. “Archons… so persistent.”

He just pressed a kiss to your lips, carrying you all the way back home and successfully shutting you up.

————

Zhongli

He can join Diluc and Kaeya in the confusion. But 10x worse.

First of all, despite having lived for so long, he’s probably never even heard of it. Would grasp the concept quick, but he’s never heard it called as ‘Hide n Seek.’

But alas, if you want to play it, consider him in. He’s willing as long as it doesn’t endanger you in any way. And honestly? He could use a little fun and games once in a while, especially with you <3

Give him a rundown of the game a few times and you’re set. As per location wise, please do it at the Funeral Parlour.

And even if Hu Tao is there, she’d probably join in :)

On the occasion that she wasn’t, and you were leaning over Zhongli’s desk and staring down at the paperwork he was filling, it won’t be too hard to convince him.

“Please? It’s a small break from your work, I’ll even help you with it after!”

Zhongli scrutinized your face, quill in his hand on hold as he stayed pensive. “I… suppose.” He settled, looking around the room. “But are you sure you’ll be able to find such a spot here? It’s a rather small area.”

You only grinned back, “Trust me.”

And he did, closing his eyes and counting out loud like you asked him to. You trusted him not to cheat, hence why you kept the countdown at 30 seconds, and didn’t force his hands on his eyes.

And well… you were small, which really only meant one thing.

Closet.

But it wasn’t your typical grand closet. No, it was filled with cabinets and little slots for paper and such. Which meant that you could fit in one of the bottom cabinets of you laid down. So being careful with the closet door so that it wasn’t audible to his ears, you laid down into the darkness, closing it up.

Waiting for Zhongli to finish counting, you slowed your breathing, waiting. He walked around the room aimlessly, and it wasn’t too long till he opened the closet doors.

You again were on the bottom shelf of a walk in closet, so he would have to kneel down to even see you.

But he did something you didn’t expect.

The closet doors shut, leaving you both in darkness.

———

The wood planks brushed up against your back, scratching your shirt as you stayed utterly motionless in an act to conceal your location. But in the darkness, you couldn’t see anything and were completely at the disadvantage.

You heard the floor creak beneath you, flinching when it came closer to your spot. You froze, hoping that it was just a coincidence and that he would step out of the closet soon after.

But instead you were greeted by the sensation of lips against your own.

Mind going completely and utterly blank, it took you a second to realize that Zhongli had knelt down to press a quick kiss to your lips. He hadn’t even tried to scare you or tap you to get the deed done. Instead he had taken his careful time to fluster you.

“Zhongli,” You breathed, slowly bringing the rest of your body out of the tiny space. “How- what…”

You couldn’t see him in the darkness, only feel the sensation of his hand glide across your neck to tousle your hair affectionately. He pulled you to another kiss to stop your voice, cupping your small body into his arms and pressing you against him.

“How could I resist?” He simply answered into your ear, a low growl that tremored through your body. “Hu Tao is gone, and I haven’t gotten to kiss you in forever.”

“You could’ve just asked you dolt…”

But you pressed in against him for another kiss anyways, smiling at the way his hands came to cradle your back. How he had to lean down to press his lips against yours, position almost predatory against your body.

[elysianslove]

euphoria ; itadori yuuji

synopsis; a serene beach date, followed by intimacy at home

pairing; itadori yuuji x fem!reader

genre; fluff, smut 

warnings; smut! unprotected sex, which i do not condone this is fanfiction people. curses i guess? yuuji being cute as fuck <3

note; all characters are 18+ . please don’t read the smut if you’re a minor. there’ll be a page break separating the fluff from the smut! this shit is like over 4k words rip im sorry if there are mistakes

━━ it's not the first time he's seen you in a swimsuit. it's not even a bikini this time, and he's seen you in much more revealing clothing. you've laid bare next to him as the sun seeped through the curtains and woke the two of you up, and taken countless showers with him, soaked in the water inside a bathtub, his revealed chest to your naked back. and yet, yuuji gawks at you like it is the first time.

you only huff out a laugh as you slip the cover up off your shoulders, kneeling down to roughly fold it in your bag. his gaze is piercing, but you like the lingering presence of it. he whistles as you stand to your full height again, before eagerly removing shirt with a grin, reaching for the neck hemline and pulling it off. "so hot," he tells you, earning an eye roll from you. you're not given much warning before his strong arms are wrapping around your waist, picking you up off of the sand.

"yuuji, put me down!" you exclaim, but he only lifts you up higher, tossing you up on his shoulder.

he grips your waist with one arm, the other reaching up to grasp at your thighs as soon as you see the waves of the beach dance over to where your boyfriend stands. he continues inward, the water rising up to his waist, before he whispers out a measly apology, something like, "sorry, babe," before he's throwing you off his shoulder into the salty water.

a scream ripples out of your throat as you flail around, but there's no stopping it. you hit the water suddenly, initially freezing cold, before you move your limbs frantically to push your head out of the water. scowling at your boyfriend, who's cackling as if he were a wizard that's defeated his lifelong enemy, you push your hair out of your face. "what was that for!" you ask, swimming over to where he is.

he sinks below the water before you, his chin hovering over the water as he laughs. "it was out of love," he argues. "i wish i'd recorded it; your scream was hilarious."

instead of wallowing, you paint a mischievous grin on your lips as you plant your feet onto the sand beneath you, and leap up, aiming to dunk your boyfriend's head beneath the water. he's trained though, maybe not exactly for situations like this, but his reflexes are as sharp as ever. he catches your wrists easily, shifting his grasp of them in one hand, before using the other to grab your waist and push you beneath the water again. your eyes sting at the intrusion of salt water, throat burning, but the only true, lingering thought on your mind is just how easy it was for him to deflect you like that. you're terribly aware of yuuji's athleticism and strength, and yet it always manages to catch you off guard.

"no fair, yuuji," you say, pouting up at him as you blink away the residue of salt in your eyes. "that's twice in a row!"

yuuji only laughs again, reaching out for you beneath the water. his hands settle on your waist, but it's a soothing touch this time. no mischievousness behind them, only safety and security. he urges you closer to him until you rest your forearms on his shoulders, and then he leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose. "i promise no more slam dunking in the water," he tells you, lowering his lips to finally meet yours. you kiss him gently, enjoying the taste of salt that linger on your tongue when he opens his mouth for you. maybe it's a little lewd of you, openly making out with your boyfriend in a public beach's waters, but who can blame you really? he's breathtaking.

and you don't hesitate to him so. "you're mesmerizing, yuuji," you confess, lifting a hand to brush through his damp hair. some strands are sticking to his forehead, the pink of them more evident underneath the sunlight. you think that maybe he's left you this way, so mindlessly in love with him, because of the kiss. but really, you always feel this way for him. even if subconsciously.

"maybe i should slam dunk you more often," he teases you, but ultimately, he leans in for another kiss. "i think you're pretty neat."

"pretty neat, hm?" you wonder.

he hums. "yeah. the coolest girlfriend i could ask for, maybe," he continues. "prettiest, too." you humor him, and nod diligently. "by a long run, baby."

you press one last kiss on his lips, a quick peck, before pushing yourself out of his arms' hold, laying back atop the water. "help me float," you ask him, and then you feel his hands settle flat on your back, leaving a trail of heat along your spine. he's clueless of his effects as his face hovers over yours, shielding you from the sun, and you're insistent on keeping it that way, offering him a small smile.

he helps you dance above the waves for a few minutes, occasionally asking you random questions that you, honest to god, weren't sure if anyone had the answers to. and then, inevitably, he pouts down at you, complaining in a low voice, "m'hungry, babe."

thankfully, you'd prepared in advance for this date. rushing out of the water, with yuuji's hand in yours, you race across the sand to where your belongings were, an umbrella propped up for shade. you shiver as a breeze travels past you, painting goosebumps along your skin while your boyfriend urges you to move faster. as soon as you're there, he picks up your towel first, quickly wrapping it around your trembling frame and rubbing his hands up and down your arms, attempting to warm you up.

"all good?" he wonders, and you nod, even if you're still freezing, because he's still yet to dry himself off. finally, the two of you settle on the ground, a cloth beneath you acting as barrier to the sand, and you pull out the snacks you'd packed from your bag. all of his favorites. "you really are the best," he tells you, moaning as he takes a bite into his food. you offer him a sincere smile, shuffling nearer to him for both his body heat and to rest your head on his shoulder while you eat.  

there really is no telling how time will pass when you’re with him. sometimes it’s slow, languid, the universe taking its time to stretch out the moments between you two, allowing you to lose yourself within every little thing. every kiss felt like a hundred, every embrace lasted years, every glance left a lingering tingle at the bottom of your spine. other times it’s quick, breathtakingly fast, but you still feel everything as strongly as you would on the opposing days. your heart just beats a little faster, racing to catch up with the way time speeds around you. his touch is fleeting, but the effect he has on you is always eternal. today, the earth seems to slow down with you, to accommodate with your need and desire to feel every moment to the fullest. it sympathizes with you, makes sure you catch even the tiniest of movements from yuuji, like the way his eyes blink rapidly to rid himself of the intruding salt dripping from his hair, or the way he’s moving closer to you to rest his head above yours.

god, you’re such a sap.

there’s another breeze that flies by, and you shiver again, instinctively pushing yourself closer to him. yuuji takes note, lifting his arm to wrap it around you, encasing you in his warmth.

“if you could be any animal, what would you be?” he asks you. it’s not sudden, the type of question, but his voice so near you is.

you only shiver again as you shrug. “i don’t know. never really gave it much thought,” you admit. “maybe a seal or something. they seem to be doing great.”

“a seal?” he wonders, then cranes his neck to look down at you with an approving grin. “nice one, babe.”

you snort, pushing your head into the crook of his neck, sighing against his collarbones. “what about you?”

his grip tightens around you as he rubs his hand up and down your arm soothingly. then, he replies, “maybe an eagle.”

“because it symbolizes freedom?” you ask.

yuuji shrugs softly. “maybe. or just because i’d like to fly. i’d carry you on my back and take you wherever you want,” he fantasizes.

“baby,” you start, sitting up straight to face him. “that’s what planes are for.”

the look on his face emits loud laughter from you, but he pinches the skin of your upper arm with a playful scowl, scoffing, “yeah but planes aren’t free, are they?” you hum, falling back into his embrace. he easily places his arms back around you, fitting you against him perfectly, before he speaks again. “where would you want to go?” he asks.

you sigh, “anywhere with you.”

he freezes for a moment, before he lets out a giggle. “you sap! god, you’re so in love with me.”

you can’t find it within yourself to tease him because, yes, you really are so in love with him. and you had meant it. his laughter fades out into happy sighs, and then he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “i’m so in love with you too.”

maybe you should’ve anticipated that this is where you’d be the moment you arrived back home with yuuji. it’s not that you minded; if anything, this is probably your fault more than his. it was evident in the way even the smallest of his touches, specifically today, lit a familiar fire in the pit of your stomach. inevitably, you figured, you would have found yourself in his lap anyways, knees perched on either side of him, legs spread and a flush traveling from your cheeks down to your chest.

you’d gone home with him with tired eyes and a glow to your skin. showering together hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary, either. it was simple, intimate, also hilarious when a wad of shampoo had fallen into one of yuuji’s eyes, prompting screams from him you never thought you’d hear. it’s after the shower that trouble started.

he had lazily leaned against the bed, only a towel wrapped his waist, his head tossed back against the wall. the tired sigh that left his lips mesmerized you, but you knew your thoughts were to remain as that, simple imaginations, because there’s no way either of you have a speck of energy for anything. you’re proven wrong when your boyfriend beckons you over onto the bed, not giving you much chance to even slip off your robe and into something slightly more comfortable. instead of allowing you to sit next to him, he’d lead you over onto his lap, propping you up, before capturing your lips in a lazy kiss.

you’d returned it, of course, because nothing feels better than kissing yuuji. nothing feels better than kissing yuuji with your hands on his neck, on his sturdy chest, down to strong stomach. the kiss turns feverish quickly, his grip on your covered waist tightening considerably before they travel down to your hips. he lifts himself up to sit more upright, guiding you closer to him, closer to where he wants you to be, before pushing you down harder onto him. against his mouth, you moan instinctively, hands traveling to tug lightly at his hair. a breathless gasp escapes his lips when you finally start grinding your lower body against his, his hands enforcing a bruising grip on your hips. you’re still covered, and so is he, but it isn’t long before the adrenaline truly takes over, and yuuji’s lifting his hips up to rid himself of the towel.

you’re about to follow suit, but even beneath you, he takes charge, untying the robe and slipping it off your shoulders hastily. neither of you dares to break the kiss as you’re finally completely bare before each other, and yuuji reaches forward to wrap his arms around your waist, pushing your chest flush against his. the action elicits a moan from the both of you, and you feel your nipples hardening as they brush against the muscle of yuuji’s chest. tiredness is long forgotten as your hips begin to grind aimlessly along his lap, and, in response, yuuji unfastens his left arm from around you, using the right one to steady you on top of him, as he brings one hand down between your legs.

his fingers brush against your folds, and he groans loudly at the first feel of you. he pulls back, breathlessly, to look into your eyes, noticing how hazy they’ve become, your pupils fully blown. then, he says, “wanna make you cum on my fingers, yeah?” a whine tumbles out from your lips and you nod frantically, giving him your answer to his indirect ask for consent. he collects some of your wetness on his fingers, before slowly slipping in his middle finger. although your mind had expected it, the intrusion is sudden to your body, and you lift yourself up reflexively. yuuji’s stronger than you though, and the grip of his right arm doesn’t falter as he sinks his finger deeper into you. he watches you through half lidded eyes as you throw your head back, welcoming easily the feeling that’s slowly beginning to overtake you.

he pulls out his finger to the first knuckle before pushing it back in, repeatedly, until he hears a breathless, “more,” fall from your lips. your wish is his command, and when he pulls his finger out, a second joins, filling you up even before. it’s incredible how easily you’re falling apart right before him, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly, your chest heaving as his fingers speed up their ministrations. he leans forward, clasping his mouth around one of your nipples, earning an even louder moan from you. your chest rises against his mouth, and his teeth clamp down lightly, pulling at your nipple, abusing it, as his fingers continue to drill in and out of you. his thumb reaches up to rub lightly against your clit, strengthening the fire filling your veins.

you’re making a mess of him, you’re sure, and you have half a mind to finally open your eyes and glance down at him. he’s fixated on you and your pleasure, mouth eager on your chest, arm flexing as he pushes two of his fingers in and out relentlessly. “m’gonna cum,” you whine helplessly, trembling in his grasp. he hums against your chest, letting your nipple fall from between his lips as his tongue dances along the perks. “yuuji, i’m gonna cum!”

he laughs, looking back up at you when you throw your head back, uselessly attempting to rock your hips in time to meet the thrust of his fingers. teasingly, he retorts, “nothing’s stopping you, darling.”

you’re already shaking in his grip, gradually losing more control of your body’s reactions. then, his eyes meets yours as he looks up, the same time his fingers are curling inside you and his teeth reach out to tug at your nipple —

you scream when you cum, sobbing helplessly as his fingers work you through your orgasm. your thighs involuntarily flex and you lean forward, unable to hold yourself up. his mouth leaves your nipple to allow him the pleasure of watching you properly. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant in a whisper, head falling onto his shoulder. his fingers don’t stop however, and you have to reach in between you to grip at his wrist in a silent plea.

yuuji laughs again, finally slowing down his hand’s movements until he eventually pulls his fingers out. “feel good baby?” he asks, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck as he feels your breathing slowly steady itself. you’re still slightly trembling atop him, but you know that you’re not even close to finished for the night.

you hum in response, nodding against him. lifting yourself up, yuuji beams up at your state, skin flushed and hair damp — he’s not sure if it’s the sweat or the shower from earlier, but either way, you look too gorgeous for your own good. unexpectedly, he feels you lift up his hand, gripping at his palm, before your mouth falls open, tongue slipping out, and you place his sticky fingers onto the muscle. his breathing halts when you wrap your lips around the digits, and he silently curses when he feels you suck lightly, tongue dancing over, around and in between his fingers.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he admits to you, and you hum again around his fingers diligently. “come on,” he urges you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and placing both hands on your waist. “can’t let you have all the fun.”

you giggle, nodding in agreement as you place your hands atop his. “want me to be on top?” you suggest.

“yeah, if you want me dead,” he jokes, before easily flipping the two of you over. you can’t help the squeal that cuts from your lips, but he swallows it easily with his mouth on yours, replacing it with a throaty moan. you can feel his dick hard against your thigh, leaking precum, smudged along your skin. he lifts himself up further along your body, pressing down against you until his heavy cock is trapped between your lower abdomens.

“yuuji, come on,” you whine up at him. your hand slides down to between you two, gripping the head of his cock, thumbing the slit. his figure falters above you, his arms trembling slightly at the feel of your hand around him.

his hand comes down to yours, swatting it off, before shifting down slightly to line himself up at your entrance. with his other hand, he spreads your legs further apart, hooking one onto his arm. once he’s satisfied, he settles the tip of his cock near your dripping sex, reveling in the noises that are spewing out of you — countless moans and breathless chants of please, please, please. he loves you always, but especially like this, all spread out for him, the heat of you nearly sucking him in as he teases your pussy.

“you look so pretty like this, baby,” he voices. you whine again as he rubs the head of his dick against your clit, throwing your head back and reaching out to grip his arm.

“please, yuuji,” you beg, and maybe if he had an ounce of self control within him at this rate he’d drag this out a little more. he’d tease you endlessly, till the sun came up again. but there’s a hunger within him that’s pleading and begging to be sated, so against all odds, with his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, he slowly enters you.

you muffle a cry at the feel of your walls stretching around him to accommodate him, and he can physically feeling you spasming around him already. he groans as he continues to sink in, his hand reaching out to fist the pillow by your head. your breath is heavy, labored, when he finally bottoms out. you feel so warm around him, it’s dizzying. “fucking tight,” he groans, his jaw tight.

he steadies himself, waiting for you to relax slightly. he doubts he’d be able to move even a little with how tight you felt around him, but slowly, surely, he feels you lift your hips slightly. “more, yuuji,” you mumble, eyes cloudy. he lifts his hand from near your head, gripping your hip instead, and with your leg lifted up on his shoulder, he pulls out, before slamming back in. your back arches as a loud moan rips from your throat, mindlessly cursing, “fuck!” he does it again, encouraged by the noises you’re making and the way your body’s reacting to him. you’re so fucking wet, dripping down onto the bed beneath the two of you, but he can’t even begin to think of anything but the fact that he’s reducing you to this state.

he continues to thrust diligently into you, his hips snapping against yours repeatedly. with the angle he’s fucking you, he continuously hits a specific spot within you, leaving your head cloudy and your spine tingling. he’s splitting you open in half at this point, but all you can do is lay there, muscles tight and exhausted, skin slick with sweat and chest flushed, rising and falling rapidly. your breasts bounce with every thrust, and you’re convinced he’s fucking you stupid as your eyes roll back, your back arching off the bed.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he praises you. “so good, pretty.” his voice is breathless, deeper too, and you look up at him for a split second. his eyes are trained down to where your bodies are connected, watching as you take him so well, his gaze never wavering.

when he leans forward, dropping your leg to wrap it around his waist instead, you know he’s getting close. his cock twitches inside of you, his hands coming to rest by your waist on the bed. his fingers, suddenly, come to work at your clit, rubbing at the bundle of nerves harshly. “it’s too much! too good!” you wail, and he drinks it at all, his fingers growing slick again with your wetness.

“i wanna feel you cum all over me,” he tells you, thrusts somehow deeper. you let out a broken sob, your nails digging into his shoulders as he works you over to the edge. he’s given no warning other than the relentless squeezing of your pussy around him and your repeated cries of “cumming, cumming, cumming!” before you’re trembling beneath him, struggling to catch your breath as your hips lift up off the bed. the orgasm continues to rock through as yuuji’s thrusts grow sloppier.

“where do you want me?” he shakily asks. despite the overstimulation and the over sensitivity, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. he rests his head in the crook of your neck, his quiet moans music to your ears so close to you. “darling,” he groans, gripping your waist as he uses your body to bring himself closer to his high.

“inside, yuuji,” you mumble, pressing a kiss to his temple. “please, please, plea—“ a gasp tumbles out as he suddenly stills, your words sending him over the edge. his muscles flex, slightly trembling within your arms, his small pants spreading heat along your skin.

slowly, he fucks into you, riding out his high, pressing chaste kisses along your neck and throat. “love you so much,” he mumbles, finally stilling.

you feel sticky, sweaty, and not at all clean in comparison to when you’d just stepped out of the shower. but you also feel blissful, euphoric, hazy and completely satisfied. yuuji lifts his head up finally, lifting himself up slightly to pull out of you. his cum trickles out slowly, but he pays it no mind as he flops half of his body atop yours, and you let out a pained laugh.

“yuuji!” you whine. “you’re heavy.” he only hums tiredly, his arm slung along your middle, his cheek against your shoulder. you bring a hand up, the one he isn’t immobilizing, to brush away his hair. his eyes are barely kept open, but he still manages to smile dreamily at you. your fingers ghost over his features, admiring them, tracing his soft skin, unknowingly lulling him to sleep. “okay, king of aftercare,” you joke, and he huffs out a laugh.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles. “aftercare tomorrow.”

you nod, beaming brightly, and leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead. his chest begins rising and falling slowly, telling you he’s already asleep, but when you mumble out, “i love you so much, too,” and press a kiss to his cheek, you swear he smiles.

[rezzyromance]

can i request a heisenburg x reader where they take a shower together and it starts getting freaky B) idk if im aloud to add kinks but maybe praise :D

This one was written from the heart.

(CW: Sex +18)

Once again, I've written this story with a gender neutral reader until it gets to the sexual part. I am not experienced in writing any sexual scenarios for gender neutral people or people with penises. I'm very sorry for this and hope you enjoy the story anyway. "I'm not going to ask again, Karl. Will you please take a shower?" You've been pushing Karl for the last 30 minutes to take a shower. It had been so long since he took a break from his work to actually take care of himself. It worried you, so you'd often try to take care of him here and there without getting on his nerves. But now, he's being relentless and stubborn. "For the last time, (Y/N) I don't have time to shower." His tone was aggressive as he refused to look away from his work to face you. "When's the last time you change your clothes? You sweat so much during some of the shit you do to these robots, or whatever they are." "It'll all just get dirty again, so what's the point of cleaning anything?" His gross words made you shiver. You loved him, but the man had nearly no concept of personal hygiene sometimes. A small part of him did care a little bit. He didn't want you to see him as gross. He's never had someone who he's felt the need to impress or look good for until you came along. But still, his work mattered so much to him that he casted hygiene to the side more often than you'd both like to admit. "What if I joined you?" You ask. He froze in his place, nearly choking on his own tongue. But he was quick to regain his composure. He looked over at you from the chair he was sitting in. You couldn't tell due to him wearing his sunglasses, but his eyes were scanning every little detail of your face. "Well?" You cross your arms and stare at him waiting for a response. He inhaled through his nose and tried to cover his excitement with a false sense of aggravation. "Fine. As long as it gets you to shut up." He rises from his chair and you can't help but smile knowing you won the argument. "Leave your coat, hat, and gloves here. We'll clean those later." "Yeah yeah whatever." You excitedly make your way to the bathroom. You set the shower temperature to a comfortable level of heat. The room began to fill with steam. Karl stood against the wall with his arms crossed, still wanting to seem reluctant even though he already agreed to the shower. "Alright. Water's ready. Now strip." You demand with a cheeky smile. "You first." "Sorry, can't do that. I wanna make sure you actually get in the shower before I do so you can't run." This makes him roll his eyes. But, once he's done pouting he begins to remove his shirt. You do the same, hoping it will coax him into continuing. Once his shirt is off he throws it to the side and smiles once he notices you stripping as well. It doesn't take long for you both to be completely unclothed.

He pulls back the shower curtain and steps inside. "Ah! Son of a bitch! Why's the water so hot?!" he yells out and begins to twist the metal shower knobs with his powers. "I didn't make it THAT hot." You step inside and feel a shiver crawl up your skin. "Now it's too cold." You complain. "You are not making this easy, are you?" He turns the knob to warmer. As uncomfortable as it was for him before, he didn't want to hear you fuss more than you already were. "That's better." You smile and relax as the water covers your body.

You stood there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of the heat around you. For a second, you zoned out. The whole time he stood there staring at you. Seeing you so happy and at peace made his insides start to feel as hot as the water that bounced and ran down his skin. All of his own discomfort fled as he watching, lovingly, at the smile growing on your face. Your eyes began to flutter open and he quickly looked away, not wanting it to be obvious that he was staring. But, you could tell from his flushed face and wandering eyes that he had been watching you.

You had placed 2 wash clothes on the side of the tub. You bent over to grab them and again he can't help but stare. This time, his feelings are a little less innocent as he gazes upon your body in a position that drives his mind wild. "Here's a wash cloth." You rise up and turn to hand him one. His body was closer to yours than it was just a few seconds ago, but you didn't mind. "Thanks." His voice was rough and low, almost as if he spoke in a growl. You supply both rags with soap and begin to rub down your body as he does the same.

You sit back for a moment, not really putting in much effort into cleansing yourself as you were too distracted by the sight in front of you. The way his silver hair stretched and clung to his face as the water weighed it down drove you mad. The way the water trickles off his muscular arms and powerful body absolutely hypnotized you. "Having fun there, (Y/N)?" You look up from his chest to his eyes. "Sure am. And you?" You use the cloth that you were previously bathing yourself with and begin to rub across his chest. "I'm fine, but I can bathe myself." He jokes. "Are you sure about that? It looks like you missed a spot." You point to a random area on his chest. "What? Where?" He looks down to where you were pointing and you take the opportunity to place an unexpected kiss on his lips. The initial shock causes him to almost pull away at first, but he soon pushes into the kiss, making it more passionate.

Your back was now pushed against the wall as you both continued your heated kiss. He was first to slip in tongue and you followed, ignoring any drool that leaked from your mouth as it only blended in with the shower water. His hands were gripped tightly to your hips. He begins to bring his body closer to yours. You can feel something poking you before the rest of his body makes contact which causes you to smile against his lips.

You place a hand on his wet chest and slowly make your way lower and lower until you can feel the light scratchiness of his pubes. he nibbles lightly on your bottom lip, signaling for you to go even further. You follow through and reach down you grasp his hardened penis. He inhales sharply and you begin to rub it back and forth, teasing him with your soft touches. He grunted quietly and tightened his grip on your hips, digging his fingers in slightly. You whimper and wrap your fingers around his cock as you begin to jerk him off. "Fuck yeah. Just like that." He groans in your ear before placing scattered kisses on your neck. You use your free hand to reach up and tangle your fingers in his wet locks. He begins to bite down on the more tender spots on your soft neck, leaving marks all over.

After more and more stroking, he grabs your wrist and pulls it away from his crotch. "Do you want me?" He says in a husky voice directly into your ear. "Mhm." You try to not moan as you feel his hand rub down your stomach and making its way in between your legs. "Say it. Say you want me." He demands. "I want you." You gasp lightly as his fingers begin to play with you between your legs. Your knees come together and he uses one of his hands to move them apart. You wrap your arms around his neck, using him as support as your legs shake beneath you. His rough and calloused fingers toy with your clit, causing you to dig your nails into his back. This causes him to inhale through his gritted teeth, but he didn't mind.

After almost rubbing you to completion, he pulls away to torment you some more. You let out a dissatisfied groan as his hand pulls away. His smirk was as egotistical as ever. "What's wrong? You want a little more?" He places his hands on the wall with your body in-between them. He slowly began to bring his body closer to yours, trapping you against the wall. His hard dick was between your legs and resting eagerly against your pussy. He slowly rocked his body, moving his dick across your needy region. He stared into your eyes and watched the agitation grow stronger. "Having any regrets about this yet?" He holds in a chuckle. "No. But if you don't fuck me stupid then I might." "Is that an invitation?" He leans in more and places a hand on the side of your face, cupping it while his thumb played with your bottom lip. You open your mouth and lead the tip of his thumb in before slowly biting now. You didn't bite hard at all, just enough to make him pull his dick away from you and begin to position it for entry. "I'll take that as a yes, Buttercup."

With his thumb still in your mouth, he pushes the first few inches of his dick in. Your breath hitches and you accidentally bite down harder. "Bite any harder and I'll leave right now." He threatens. You immediately loosen your jaw and begin to suck lightly as he pushes more of himself into you. You moan and he pulls his thumb out but continues to hold your face in his hand as he slowly rocks his hips, giving you a little time to adjust. But, it was only a little bit of time. Once your body loosened a little bit he began to thrust. in and out, holding into your waist to keep you from slipping. The sound of wet skin slapping filled the room along with overwhelmed moans that you couldn't keep quiet.

A few grunts left his gritted teeth as he pounded into you relentlessly. "C'mere" He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you away from the wall and turned you so your back is facing him. He bends you over and places one of his hands underneath your stomach to provide you for support. You felt as his tip wandered around in between your legs before finding your vagina again. Once he filled you up with his dick again, he began to pound into you even harder. Both of his hands gripped tightly on each side of your waist as he pulled your entire body into him with each pound.

You felt like you could feel it in your stomach. His dick was harder than ever and you swore you could feel it throbbing and twitching inside of you. Your vision was blurred from the sheer amount of overwhelming pleasure so you closed your eyes. Your moans had become quiet little whimpers that were pushed out of you with each thrust. You feel his hand make its way through your hair as he grips a handful of it and pulls your head back slightly. "Fuck yes (Y/N).." He moans as your body limply swings against his pounding. You could feel a burning feeling growing between your legs. Your climax was near and you wanted so badly to finish. He could tell by the way your legs were trembling that you were close.

He reaches one of his hands between your legs and feels for the clit as he continued to slam into you. A loud moan escaping from your lips helped him navigate to eventually finding your sweet spot. So now he was drilling into you while also destroying your clit. You shut your eyes tight and let loose all of the swears, grunts, and moans you were holding back. His climax was approaching as well. You could hear him grunting and swearing louder and louder, occasionally saying your name. "Karl! Karl I'm gonna cum!" You cry out. He doesn't change his pace until he feels you release onto him. Your body goes completely limp as your vagina floods with your orgasm. You couldn't feel your body and your brain felt foggy.

He still had an orgasm to reach, though. So, he pulled out and made sure to keep a tight grip on you to make sure you don't collapse. You followed the motion of his movements as he turned you around and put his lips to yours as he stroked his cock. The kiss was messy, but loving. He stopped jerking himself off and grabbed you by the waist again. "Wrap your legs around me." He says. You nod, too dazed to give a verbal response. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. You also wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head against him as he sticks his dick in you again. You give no protest and close your eyes as he pounds in and out into your comfortable body that engulfed him. While you were quiet, he could still hear you moaning under your breath. He bounced your body up and down, kissing you over and over again. Once he knew his orgasm was rising, he pulled you off and came, letting it drip down his shaft and onto the wet shower floor. You were both breathless but gained a sense of comfort from feeling each others chests rise and fall.

"So," He spoke in between small gasps. "I might need to shower with you more often." You laughed softly into his shoulder, too tired to give any real reaction. He twisted the knob to the shower off with his powers. His hands never left your body as he held you against him. "Here. Sit." He sits you down on the side of the tub and grabs a towel. He softly began to rub your wet hair, attempting to dry it while you rested. You stared into his eyes as he did so. They had their usual sharpness to them, but something about him in this moment was so much more tender than his usual self. You didn't complain though. When he was done, you took the towel from him and returned the favor by drying his hair. He closed his eyes and relaxed against your gentle touch. Once you finished, you placed a kiss on his nose that immediately created a smile on his face.

"How about we go relax a little more before I get back to work." He offers. "I'd like that." You respond quietly. He wraps a towel around his waist and then wraps a towel around you before picking you up bridal style and carrying you back to the bedroom. There, you both curled up against each other and fell asleep.

[melodux]

Imagine you and Josuke are on a date, and this is before you've gone all the way together. It's a simple date, just a picnic in the park. It starts to rain. You seek shelter under a tree, hoping it'll let up. Instead it rains harder. The tree is pretty tall, neither of you are getting wet, if at all. The rest of the park crowd has cleared.

But there's something so serene, and exclusive being with Josuke alone under a tree. Your presence hidden from the world behind a curtain of rain. It feels like you're the only two people in the world.

Chatting with an arm around you protectively turns into cuddling, turns into a makeout session with you in his lap. Josuke's hands rub around your hips, your tummy, just above your waistband. The caresses, and lust in his eyes make it clear that he wants you.

The rain still pours. You figure you'd be discreet enough if you stayed in his lap. You let him curve a hand down your pants.

He's got one arm around you, pinning you to his chest. Josuke's pillow-soft lips, and cashmere tongue glide along your neck, leaving butterfly kisses on your collar, or wherever he can reach with all your squirming underneath him.

His two fingers rubbing either side of your clit while they curl inside you are driving you wild. You're bucking your hips for more. You can feel Josuke's cock on your thigh.

It surges in his pants with every accidental grind against your body, the poor thing desperate for touch. The rain threatening to let up any second keeps you from giving the OK to just fuck already. But for now, it masks any lewd noises coming from your cunt, or either of your throats.

It's not long until your body can't take it anymore, and practically bounces on his fingers all on its own. Josuke lets you take the lead, showering you with kisses as he palms himself to the rhythm of your gyrations.

When your legs finally give out, he holds you close, taking his time to pull his thoroughly soaked hand from you. He spots little love pecks all over your cheeks, temple, and head while you come down. Wrapping both arms around you until the rain lets up.