#and some shower steamers

[upwards-descent]

I got a shiny Celebi plush from Comiccon that I named Jam, short for Onion Jam

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Them knocking on your door frantically/incessantly; only for you to answer the door soaked and wrapped in nothing but a towel because you were in the shower TW: AFAB Reader, 18+ MDNI, Some implied forceful sex

Adam

You had just exited the shower, only a thin towel separating you from the outside world, steam still sticking to the mirror in your bathroom.

You hear the loud ass voice before you hear the knocking. Rolling your eyes, you figured a few extra minutes for the princess Adam to wait wouldn't kill him.

How wrong you were. As you stood in your flimsy towel, bent over, looking for some clothes to change into, you least expected him to open your door and walk right in.

Jumping, you stood up straight and tried to cover yourself from his roaming eyes as beads of water still cascaded down your body, not to mention he had a complete view of your pussy not even minutes ago.

"Damn bitch, bend over again; I will show you how nice that pussy of yours would feel filled to the brim."

You tried to save face and roll your eyes, scolding him for entering your room; however, you knew the slick between your folds was no longer just from the shower water.

As Adam hummed and approached you closer, you saw the predatory look in his eyes, and soon, you were caged between him and the wall.

His hot breath was on the crook of your neck when he spoke again, this time in a deep, sultry, breathy tone. "I said bend over and let me show you how good it feels to be filled to the brim."

Your breath hitched in your throat, and with a quick nod, you could feel the smile against your neck as he led you to your bed and threw you face down.

His slender fingers gathered the slick between your folds and rubbed your sensitive bud that had only grown more prominent the longer he admired your towel-clad body.

His other hand made quick work to discard said towel and raise his robes high enough that his cock was free to pummel you.

As soon as you were ready for his cock he was balls deep inside of you with no warning. Your screams and moans music to his ears a symphony only for him to enjoy.

He enjoyed pulling on your wet hair and holding your body close to his as he rocked into you, whispering how good and slutty you were to let your God fuck your tight cunt.

As you neared your end, he was kind enough to abuse your clit till your legs were shaking, and your high was so intense you were fucked dumb.

When he finished, he pulled out and came all down your ass and enjoyed the sight taking your towel to wipe you down and smile at you. As you laid there fucked out, he laughed and left to continue on with his day.

Alastor

You were wrapped in a big fluffy towel as you scurried down the hall to return to your room. Angel had stolen your favorite shower steamer, and you wanted it back for your luxury shower.

However, you were unaware that some shadows had been watching the scene unfold, with your small frame barely hidden behind the fluffy red fabric.

As you returned to your room to strip and jump in the hot water, a hand found its way out of the shadows and gripped your neck tightly.

"My doe, what makes you think it is acceptable to walk out of your room dressed like that? Who could have seen you? What would people think? Are you really such a common whore?"

Even as the words stung, you couldn't help the shudder felt between your thighs at his dark and sadistic tone. A slight whine leaves you in protest of being stopped.

You could hear his smile in his voice as he pressed himself against your ass and felt the tick-hard cock rocking against you. You managed to make quite the impression.

Soon, you were flipped around to face the intruder; before you stood Alastor. His eyes were blown wide as he looked down at your full breasts, barely covered by the towel now, as you were too distracted to keep it taught around you.

"Drop the towel and get on the bed, dear; let me show you why you will never leave the room like this again."

You nodded blindly, not even caring what would happen. The only things you could focus on were the heat in your core and the shower off in the distance.

You lay on the bed, ass in the air, as Alastor came in behind you. Gently he rubbed your bare ass giving your gaping hole a few strokes, making you moan out softly.

What caught you by surprise, however, was the thick smack against your ass, then Alastor counting. Smooth, soft circles were rubbed on the mark before another slap was heard.

Each slap leads to your pussy clenching and more cum pouring from your hole. A new lewd sound left your mouth as drool pooled around the corner of your lips.

When Alsator had his fill watching your cunt flutter around nothing, he got down on his knees and shoved his tongue deep in your hole. The scream you emitted sent him deep into desire.

As he fucked your cunt with his tongue, you begged and cried to cum, holding it in till he allowed you. You released as soon as he gave you the okay, and Alastor devoured your release like a starved man.

You barely got up, trying to return the favor to him, but he just smiled and patted your head, kissing you gently, your spend fresh on his lips. He vanished into the shadows, reminding you that if you ever pulled a stunt like this again, he would show you who you belonged to.

Lucifer

Lucifer had just gifted you a new rubber duck earlier in the day when you decided that a nice bath or shower would do you some good after all the work in the hotel.

You stood under the beating water, enjoying the sensations of relaxed muscles and wondering thoughts when you heard the door to your room being knocked on.

You just assumed Charlie needed something, so you kept about your business. Climbing out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and noticed you had left your clothes on your bed.

Walking out to your room, you didn't expect to see Lucifer, let alone him sniffing your panties and rolling his eyes. Both of you looked like deer in the headlights, having been caught.

However, as a few minutes passed and Lucifer noticed you weren't showing him out, he smirked and approached you.

"You like that, Duckie, watching me enjoy your scent, watching me derail mentally at how fuckable you look all the damn time."

Your breath hitched, and a soft, barely audible moan was heard from you as Lucifer smiled and slowly pulled one of your hands from your chest.

He led you to the bed and stood with you at the edge. Slowly he removed his jacket, button-up, and pants, and you watched your pussy aching with each new piece of skin showing on him.

Once he was bare before you, your eyes landed on his thick white cock that was leaking pre cum already. As if he could read your mind, he pulled you onto the bed with him, gently guiding you on top of him.

As he laid down fully and your towled body hovered over him, he could see the rapid rise and fall of your chest; slowly, he pulled the towel off of you and dropped it beside the bed. Your entrance barely hovering over his erect penis.

"Come on, baby girl, ride my cock, see how good it feels to be full of the king of hell."

No second thought, you leaned over gently and stroked his cock before sliding your wet hole down him. As he bottomed out in you, a deep guttural moan was heard from him as his hands gripped your hips.

He let you lead the pace at first, moving your hips in slow circles and bouncing ever so slightly. He waited till you were a mess and your legs were giving out.

As soon as you couldn't keep yourself up anymore, he pulled you down to his chest and repositioned his legs so he could slam up into you.

Eventually, between the scratches, moans, and slaps, his hands went from your hips to your ass cheeks as he violently hammered his cock into your gummy walls, your cum, making a white frothy ring around his cock.

He whispered praise in your ear, making sure you came at least two more times before he began to tell you how close he was. His red, angry tip was brushing the insides of your walls, and before you knew it, he painted your insides white with his thick ropes.

He let you lay there on him, out of breath and fucked out. Slowly, he removed himself from you and helped clean you up again before pulling you into a loving embrace.

Husk

You and Husk had an interesting bond, something that everyone picked up on right away. The sexual tension was there the minute you two laid eyes on one another. However, you two swore you were only friends.

You had been in the shower talking to Husk through the bathroom door as he sat on your bed and drank from his whiskey. However, he also had one hand in his pants, stroking his cock to his imagination of your naked body.

You continued your conversation, unaware of what was happening. However, what caught Husk off guard was that you left the shower running long after you had already gotten out and had the towel wrapped around you.

As the shower cut off, he thought he had a little more time before the door opened, and you caught him red-handed, his hand deep in his pants, massaging his cock to the thought of you.

As you two made eye contact, your legs involuntarily closed and rubbed together at the sight of Husk's fist buried in his pants and his red tip poking out eagerly, waiting for relief.

When he noticed you staring, mouth agape and almost eager to watch him continue or move things further, he smirked and spoke in the dark, husky tone you always liked.

"Why don't you come here doll and clean me up, I was so close till you decided to join me."

You nodded in a trance and joined Husk on your bed. As you made your way over, his pants were shimmied down more so he could spread his legs open a little wider for you.

Once you were between his legs, you looked at his cock and looked up at him through your eyelashes. This seemed to cause a good sensation over Husk as he bucked up towards you.

You slowly dropped the towel taking your place between his legs and raising your ass up for him. Your mouth soon replaced his hand, and you sucked him off gently and slowly till he was grunting steadily.

"Fuck good girl, gonna make daddy fill that pretty mouth and throat, huh. Do good like this, and maybe he will fill that tight pussy too."

It was a new sensation sucking off Husk. You had never done something like this, always being a pillow princess in your past life, but this was erotic on a new level.

The direct eye contact as he watched you slowly love on his cock and suck him off with all the attention you could. Slowly your hand snuck under you, and you began rubbing your clit, eliciting a deep moan around his base.

As soon as he saw what you were up to and the moan that left your mouth, he had his hands deep in your hair and shoving you down on his cock. Head thrown back in bliss at how well you were doing.

Soon he was guiding your head and fuckign your mouth like he was never going to cum again. Pump after pump, your eyes began to tear up, and saliva pooled down your chin and onto his pelvis.

As he was nearing his end, you could feel him tense in your mouth, followed by the ropes of cum down your throat. Once you cleaned him up, watching him twitch from being overstimulated, you moved up his body and kissed him.

It wasn't long after that you two agreed you could no longer classify yourselves as just friends,

Vox

Vox always got his way, and when he needed to talk to someone, he needed to talk to them. He was a busy man with a million schedules and meetings that had to happen so he could stay on top.

You happened to be the key to one of his meetings as you had the flash drive with the classified files he kept off the cloud so no one could steal them.

He banged on your door for five minutes, but he had not heard from you. He had checked all the cameras in the building, and you were nowhere to be seen in the immediate vicinity. Even his front desk assistant had yet to learn where you were.

You were growing on his nerves from his want and almost need to fuck you, and now you disappearing. He was irate and sexually frustrated.

However, on his tenth round of knocking, he wasn't expecting to see you pissed off and wrapped in a dark navy blue towel, complimentary of the man himself, when he offered you this room.

You looked at him, confused. You knew you had all day off because of some stupid big-ass meeting the Vee's had, so why was your boss beating down your damn door.

You were enjoying using the shower head to get off to the thought of said man naked till he interrupted you. However, the look in his eyes when he raked over your body quickly changed your anger into need.

"You will be the death of me, won't you, little one, walking around like a slut and then opening the door for me like a wrapped little present."

Before you could comprehend or answer, you were pushed into your room, the door locked behind him with a flick of his wrist. You were corned on your bed, falling back gently.

He looked over your body from above, shuddering at how your pussy was glistening not just from water but cum. He knew you had to have been pleasuring yourself in that shower.

Slowly, he unzipped his pants and loosened his tie as he crawled over you. He unfurled the towel from your front and admired your beautiful body.

Slowly, he leaned down and kissed you deeply and let his hand wander your chest and rub your nipples. The little mewls of pleasure were intoxicating for him, and he knew he needed more.

So much for a quick fuck, he was soon taking off his suit and button up with your assistance as he heatedly made out with you and adorned your body in hickies.

Once he was undressed and satisfied with how marked you were, he slid his hand down your stomach and rubbed his fingers through your soaked folds.

He gently messaged your clit and teased your tight hole with his fingers. As your moans picked up and he felt you shudder into an intense orgasm, he smiled and used the slick on his hands to rub his cock.

"I am going to fuck you so hard. All you can think about is me. Do you understand, little one? I am going to fill you up and claim you as mine."

You whied in a soft moan, and he had his throbbing blue tip lined up with your aching cunt. He dived into you and began pounding your walls, finding all the spots that led you to arch your back.

He wanted more, though he needed more, and soon he had your knees up to your ears, and he held you in a mating press fucking his cock into your cervix and watching you roll your eyes back.

He spat in your mouth and smiled, watching you gulp and moan as his cock brushed just right, and you spasmed around him, milking even him dry, his cum, painting your walls.

Once you both calmed down he pulled out slowly and cleaned you up gently, he had over 60 missed called from Velvette and Valentino because he chose to fuck you over the big meeting.

Oh well, at least now you have no more desk work as you have become Vox's lover and personal fuck toy.

Prompt assistance: @literallurker

[veryberryjelly]

perk

luke castellan x fem!reader

prompt : " sharing a blanket, cuddling up together " + " showering together "

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

your head rested comfortably on luke's shoulder as your eyes remained focused on the sunset.

this was why you loved camp.

the quiet evenings to yourself after the younger campers went to sleep.

nights of hushed laughs coming from the cabins that you and luke filled with campfire chats and sunset walks.

sunset walks that ended in the two of you sat on the end of the pier overlooking the water as you were currently doing.

as gorgeous as the sunset was, you could feel your eyelashes dusting against your cheeks for longer intervals every time.

the coziness of the blanket over your shoulders, the feeling of lukes arm looped around your back and his hand on the junction between your thigh and your waist.

it was all too relaxing for you to keep yourself awake much longer.

luke must've noticed your body leaning on him a bit more for support because his arm tightened around your body before he spoke up.

" y'ready for bed, baby ?" he questioned quietly.

you forced your eyes open to look up into his gorgeous eyes and a tired and dazed smile settled on your lips as you nodded.

" let's get you to bed then " his shifting movement underneath you caused you to wake up a little bit more so you didnt hit your head on the wooden panels of the pier.

you watched as luke stood and offered his hand out to pull you up, which you gladly took.

the two of you meandered back towards your cabin, the blanket still draped over your shoulders as luke lead you in the right direction.

when you got back to your cabin, you practically collapsed against the bed, wanting nothing more than to just sleep.

but when you felt luke's hands turning you over you knew you weren't going to be granted that.

his hands pulled you into a sitting position, to which you groaned and tried to fall back against the blanket.

" let me sleep" you whined, causing a soft laugh to spill from luke's lips.

" you'll hate me in the morning if i let you sleep after you swam in the lake. " he countered.

" i'll love you right now if you let me sleep. "

" how much will you love me if i shower with you ? "

that suggestion had you perking up slightly.

" a lot " was your simple reply as you let luke pull you to your feet.

no words were exchanged as luke led you towards the bathroom and flicked on the shower, immediately starting to pull your shirt over your head and start a pile of clothes in the corner of the room.

as the pile grew bigger and the room grew steamer, you found your previously tired state returning quite quickly.

but once you were pulled under the water a soft smile settled onto your lips at the feeling of it against your hair, mixed with the sight of lukes typically full mess of hair flattening against his head under the stream.

you lifted your hand to push the damp, straightened curls away from his face which caused a laugh to bubble up from luke's chest.

his arms wrapped around your waist, his lips pressing onto your forehead before he reached for your shampoo and began decanting some onto both of your hands.

the only thing better than seeing luke's hair flat from the water, was seeing it full of suds in a stiff shape.

once the both of you felt thoroughly clean, and the water began going cold, towels were wrapped around the two of you and comfortable clothes put on once you were dry.

you were relieved when you were finally able to flop down on your bed again, and the next touch from your boyfriend was him simply manoeuvring you to release the blanket from under you.

said blanket was draped over your body and at the same time you felt a warmth pressed up against your side.

you turned over to press your head into the warmth as his arms wrapped around your body.

his voice rumbled through his chest and vibrated against you.

" how much do you love me now ?"

" so much "

[dollfacefantasy]

Wash His Hair

pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader

summary: you wash leon's hair and try to help him unwind (fluff) (also, a tad hurt/comfort)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: inspired by this post from @peachscentedcandle cause it made me laugh. this post does reference the movie good will hunting, if you haven't seen it you should watch it! (after you read this of course ;) it's really good. but anyways, thank you so much for the support on my last posts (kissing u thru the phone if you reblogged or commented). as before, comments and reblogs are appreciated :) also, the divider is from here!

Leon had been exhausted lately. He tried to play it off, but you could tell. He was so much quieter since coming home from his last mission. He didn’t say much about it, but you knew it had been rough. It stretched longer than expected, and while it was a success in the end, there were some complications along the way that you knew he blamed himself for.

He’d walk around the apartment slower than usual with distance in his eyes. You tried getting him to talk about it, but he’d deny anything was wrong at all. It wasn’t like he wanted space though. You asked him if he’d like to do something to maybe get his mind off it, but all he wanted to do was relax in bed with you. Normally, you’d never complain about that; however, when you knew he was hurting, you couldn’t just push it aside. His avoidant nature was a little frustrating after a while, and if it was anyone else, you’d probably be fed up. But you knew he didn’t do it to be malicious.

You lie in bed with him, softly running your fingers through his hair. His cheek is pressed to your shoulder, his eyes staring at your bedroom wall. You try to watch him without being too obvious with your staring. Your hand on his head slides down to rub his back. You just wanted to help. You try to think of literally anything that might help get him out of this slump. You sit up a little in bed and he looks up at you to see the reason for your movement.

“I’m going to take a shower. How about you join me?” you say, breaking the silence.

It’s like you can see the excuse rising in his throat. The way he tenses a little and his eyes flit away. You could hear the thoughts in his head telling him to pull away and close the walls. Before he can, you speak.

“Please,” you say softly, trying to avoid sounding demanding, “It’ll let you unwind, Baby. I just want to help you. It will be quick and painless, I promise.” You give him a small smile, hoping to lighten his mood if only a little bit.

He looks at you for a moment more, the excuse sinking back down and the anxiety in his mind receding, before he nods. “Yeah, okay,” he agrees quietly.

It wasn’t a completely enthusiastic reaction, but it was a step in the right direction. Your smile widens, and you give him a quick peck on the forehead before you both roll out of bed. The air felt cool after being enveloped by blankets and Leon for the last few hours. You walk into the bathroom, turning the lights and the shower on. You rummage in the cabinet beneath your sink for anything that could make this even more relaxing for your boyfriend who undresses to the side of you as the water heats up.

Finally, you see a bag of shower steamers in the back. After taking one of the chalky pellets and placing it beneath the pouring water, you peel your clothes off. Leon’s gaze is fixed on your body, but there’s no lust in it right now. It’s pure adoration. The love you feel from his eyes causes heat to rise in your cheeks. You extend your hand to him, feeling his firm grasp as he takes it. The two of you step into the shower. You take a deep breath and inhale the fresh scent of oranges rising with the steam. He uses some of the hot water to push his hair back and out of his face. It may have been wishful thinking, but you would have sworn you could see his features already relaxing a bit.

Your eyes are soft as you look into his. You reach up to stroke his cheek a little, and you can feel him leaning into your touch as the warm water sprays over the two of you.

“C’mere,” you whisper and pull him into a tight hug. Your head rests where his heart is as your arms lock around his torso. You plant a kiss on the slippery skin of his chest and slowly start rubbing his back. “It’s not your fault.”

He doesn’t say anything, and for a moment, you worry you may have upset him. But he doesn’t move. His arms stay wrapped around you with his chin propped on top of your head.

“Just have your Good Will Hunting moment, Babe. It’s not your fault,” you say again, trying to reassure him a bit without it being so much that he’d pull away.

He amusedly exhales and squeezes his arms around you tighter. He doesn’t say anything for a while, but that’s okay with you. The shower continues pouring down on you and the steam clouds the air further.

“I love you,” he says simply. His voice sounds less deflated. The subtle improvement in his tone makes your heart glow.

“I love you too,” you say, slowly nuzzling his chest. You kiss his collar bone a few times, trying to elevate his mood further. Even though the progress was small, you could feel the shower washing away the gloom that had been surrounding him since he came home. “Let me wash your hair now,” you offer.

You reach for his shampoo, but he stops you, gently grabbing your wrist. He pulls it across the shelf in the shower to where your things sit. “Use yours,” he says softly.

You beam at the request and kiss his cheek. His eyes were starting to lose the fog of exhaustion. He still looked tired but not beaten down. You grab your shampoo and squirt the liquid into your hand. He didn’t care if it wasn’t good for his hair type or anything like that, he just wanted your smell on him.

You rub the shampoo over your palms into a soapy lather. Leon tilts his head down to give you a better angle. You run your hands through his hair, lovingly scratching his scalp as you work the bubbles through his blonde locks. He shuts his eyes and nearly purrs while your fingers massage his head. You press tender kisses to both of his cheeks and nose before directing his head under the shower head to rinse.

The stress and guilt melt away under the hot water and your affection. You’re nearly petting him as you guide the soap out of his hair. He lets out a deep breath after inhaling the steam. He zones out as you start conditioning his hair. He only comes back as he feels you rubbing a wash cloth over the muscles of his chest and arms. His eyes slowly open and watch you spread the soap across his body.

You smile up at him as you move to his abdomen. “You still with me?” you say with a little teasing in your voice.

He hums in response and shuts his eyes again. You soothingly wash the rest of his body and then rinse him off. You quickly take care of yourself as he continues to relax under the flow of water. When you’re done, you give him a sweet kiss to bring him out of his stupor and shut the water off. The two of you step out of the shower hand in hand. You pass him a towel and you both dry off. He starts for the closet, but you take him by the arm and lead him to your bed.

“Don’t get dressed yet. Just sit back, take it easy, and let me help you really relax,” you say before kissing him yet again. He watches you as you get your lotion and begin rubbing it into your palms. You work the cream over his body, paying extra attention to the places you could feel his tension. The smell fills the air and puts him further at ease.

You glide around so you’re kneeling on the bed behind him, kneading the muscles of his shoulders and back. You kiss and nuzzle his neck. He lets out a soft noise of pleasure.

“There you go, Baby. Let it all go. There’s nothing to worry about right now,” you coo as you continue your soothing caresses. He’s like putty in your hands as you continue loving on him.

You finish your makeshift massage once you felt his skin couldn’t be any smoother. The two of you dress in fresh clothes before climbing into bed, getting comfy between the pillows and blankets. You tangle your limbs with Leon and kiss his head. “See, this feels even better than before, right?” you whisper.

He nods and shifts his position so that he’s nearly on top of you. He kisses your neck softly. He was so soft and smelled like you. “Thank you,” he murmurs.

“No thanks needed, my love,” you say and return the kiss to the side of his head.

“But I want you to hear it, need to make sure you know,” he whispers.

You run your hand through his clean hair and cradle his head in the crook of your neck. “I know. You don’t have to worry about that either. I like doing this,” you reassure, “Just try to get some real rest now.”

He hums and gives you one more kiss before shutting his eyes. You feel him drifting off above you, at peace for the moment.

[jackactuallywrites]

Hidden Paradise

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit (detailed shagging)

Warnings: Unprotected sex and also shower sex which we all know is unsafe

Summary: You walk in on a man in the shower, it takes you seeing him in the skull mask a week later to realise it was Ghost, and he is very intrigued by your reaction

Notes: This absolutely wouldn’t be possible without @xxven my muse and pookie and beta reader who gave me the plot 🤍❤️ (also raven on TikTok for making a hot thirst trap that inspired a whole scene)

Word Count: 4,195 (I am very horny for ghost)

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There was very little luxury to be found on a military base; your military fatigues were never soft, your boots were the cheapest given by the contractors, your bed squeaked every time you so much as moved an inch, and there wasn’t so much as a tealight allowed in the barracks.

However, you’d found a quiet sanctuary. Far from the rest of the buildings on the base, there was a small shower block, disused and forgotten about in favour of the newer, more convenient showers. The water pressure wasn’t all that great, and the tiles would probably never return to whatever shade of white they’d started out as, but all that mattered was that it was so wonderfully, blissfully quiet.

Silence was one of the hardest commodities to come across on a military base; there was always something going on, whether it be a training exercise with a hard-edged sergeant screaming at recruits or the grunts trying out whatever shiny new piece of equipment the government had seen fit to waste money on, but out there in the shower block, muffled by a copse of trees, there was nothing. Beautiful, precious, nothing.

Today had been yet another long lesson in tedium, worsened by the fact that your most beloved friends were out in the field, busy repairing the vehicles with whatever they could scavenge from the base. You already felt exhausted at the idea of how much paperwork you’d have to do after they’d torn through the place, and the day proved you right, with you having to go to every single place in the garages to check what stock had been taken as mechanics had an annoying habit of forgetting to write down what they’d used. It was long into the evening by the time you’d finally finished putting in the orders to replace every strange bit of junk the mechanics had used, and all you could think about was the long shower you were going to take.

The route through the forest was one of the only places you could get away with wearing your headphones and listening to music without getting scolded by the sergeant on patrol, and you took advantage of this privilege every time, blasting some classic disco music in your ears as you approached the shower block, blissfully unaware of the world outside. If not, you might have noticed the sound of the shower running.

As such, you walked into the block thinking of nothing but how your new eucalyptus shower steamer would smell, having got fairly good reviews online. You already had a favourite shower at this point, the one on the very end, with the best water pressure that the rusted old pipes could provide, though it had no door to speak of. You walked along the yellowed tile floor, passing by the empty showers until you finally reached your favourite one, only to find that it was very much not empty.

Standing under the sputtering stream of water was a tall, well-built man, his tan back glistening under the hundreds of droplets of water, highlighting the various white scars on his back, some of them small, some of them intimidatingly large. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander down, admiring the muscles in his back and perfectly toned legs, as well as a surprisingly sculpted ass. Whoever he was, he was statuesque in his beauty, as though he had been carved out of marble, and as he turned around to face you, showcasing the golden hair that trailed down from his abs, you caught a glimpse of his shaft, thick and long, yet quickly covered by a large hand.

It was that movement that broke the lustful spell you were under, and your eyes finally stopped ogling his body and flicked up to his face. You didn’t recognise him, not his pale green eyes or his crooked nose, but you could absolutely recognise the outrage on his face, and you yanked down your headphones, keeping your eyes firmly above his waist, “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise anyone was in here.” His voice was little more than a snarl, “Get out.” You had absolutely no desire to argue with a man built like that, so you gave a quick nod and hurried back out of the shower block, not willing to spend a single second more in his presence.

~

Since your encounter in the showers, not a single night had gone past where you hadn’t dreamed about the man, his body, his hands, the dark blond hair that led down his navel, and the thick veins on his forearms. It lurked in the back of your mind, eternally present as a lustful little memory to entertain you during the more boring moments of your day.

Yet again, you were in another meeting writing down what items had been used over the week and what needed to be ordered for the next month's exercise. It was made slightly more interesting by the fact that this time, you were working with the SAS, and not just that, but with some of the most feared soldiers there were, including the worst of the worst, Ghost .

You swore you could almost feel the insidious aura coming from the man in the skull mask, as though it was radiating off him in dark waves. When he spoke, his words were sharp and to the point, never expending more energy than was strictly necessary, and rarely directing his attention to you, sitting in silence and taking notes, not that you were complaining. Every time the man spoke, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickle as though your body was trying to warn you that he was dangerous. It was only toward the end of the meeting that you finally spoke up, standing and reciting everything that you’d written down in your notebook.

It was times like that where you’d have to put on a brave face as if you feared the room of men no more than a pack of kittens, making sure your voice was loud and firm, forcing them to listen to you. None of them seemed particularly interested; after all, you were a perfect, albeit boring professional, yet you remained undeterred, making eye contact with each of them. Even Ghost was looking at you; you could see those pale green eyes watching you from underneath his skull mask with a strange intensity. You remained undeterred, staring back at the man as you read out the various things that were in stock and what would have to be ordered, yet there was something niggling at the back of your head. Those eyes were strangely familiar.

It took you a second to remember, and then the barely buried memory came back: the beautiful man in the shower, his body glistening, his toned muscles, and the dark blond hair that covered his navel. The words in your mouth died on your tongue, and you saw Ghost’s eyebrow raise underneath his mask as if he was intrigued by your reaction to him. You cleared your throat, hoping that the heat you felt in your cheeks wouldn’t show up on your skin as you dropped your eyes back down to your notebook, pointedly ignoring him as you focused back on your task, ensuring that you hadn’t missed anything.

Inexplicably, Ghost spoke up, interrupting your admittedly dull recital of your list, “How soon can we get a restock of the M16 mags?” His question forced you to look over at him, and his pale green eyes seemed as though they were trying to drill right through your head. You refused to back down this time, meeting his gaze no matter how prevalent the image of his naked body was in your mind, even if you did stumble over your words as you flipped through the pages, “Those mags, uh, the ammo for the M16 that is, we ordered those last Tues-Wednesday , so they’ll be in by the end of this week.”

You couldn’t see his expression under his mask, but you could have sworn that it tugged in a way that suggested he was smirking underneath the black fabric, a touch of smugness in his eyes. Was he flirting with you? There was no possible way for you to find out in the middle of a full room, so you decided to put that tantalising idea to the side, wrapping up the last few items on your list and then glancing around the room, “If there’s anything else, please send me an itemised list by the end of the day.”

With that, the meeting was over, every soldier packing up their files, undoubtedly each one as bored as you, and you had little desire to spend any more time with them, especially with the suspiciously intense look Ghost was giving you, so you gave your farewells and left the room as quickly as you could, doing your best to rid your mind of the confusing thoughts whirling around in your mind. Ghost, the supposed ‘psycho’ killer, was flirting with you. Or perhaps threatening you. You weren’t entirely sure which. And yet, you had a strange desire to find out, that small part of you that longed to step into dangerous territory. But how could you? That meeting had been the only time you’d ever interacted with the man; other than your brief encounter in the shower, it didn’t seem like there would ever be another opportunity to be alone with him.

Unless.

Regardless of how outraged he’d been previously, he’d seemed entirely intrigued by you in the meeting, almost amused. You’d seen the direction he was headed; if your mind wasn’t already overtaken with delusional optimism, you could have sworn that he was striding in the direction of the old shower block with what seemed like great determination.

This was one of those deciding moments, a fork in the path where you got to choose what the outcome would be: adherence to your usual routine or something far more thrilling. You could almost feel the clock ticking in your head, your time running short, and for once, you decided to be brave and at least a little bit stupid, heading to your barracks to pick up your things before heading out toward the shower block, adrenaline pounding in your veins as you made your way through the small woods to the brick building.

Even from the outside, you could hear the shuddering of the pipes as they desperately pumped water, your heart beginning to pick up the pace as you pushed open the heavy wooden door, closing it softly behind you, now able to hear the pattering of water on the tile floor and see the black clothing draped over the bench that ran the length of the wall. You walked down the centre of the block, approaching the last stall on the end, and yet, you couldn’t take that final step. Everything below the waist was screaming at you to leap into the shower with the man, yet your brain conjured images of the humiliating HR meeting you’d be in if you had, in fact, entirely misinterpreted what were admittedly very subtle hints. You didn’t dare push over that line with a man so far above you in rank, but you weren’t prepared to entirely give up, so you merely slunk into the stall next to his, stripping off your uniform and hanging it on the backside of the door, pulling it to and surrendering yourself to an unsatisfying shower.

The shower head shuddered as you twisted the knob for water, a few spats of water dripping out, yet nothing more. There was a good reason you stuck to that end stall; almost every other shower there had been neglected to the point of failure. You took this as a sign to give up, turning around to get your things, only to find Ghost standing in the now open doorway.

There was nothing but a towel lazily wrapped around his hips to cover him up, his blond hair already soaked, water leaving little trails down his body, pulling your eyes down. You quickly snapped your attention back to his face, your hands already going to cover your chest and between your legs instinctually. Ghost’s eyes lingered on your body before finally flicking to the broken shower head, then back to your face. You could see that intrigued twinkle in his eyes as he gave you a slightly smug smirk, gesturing toward the other shower stall with his head, “Mine works. We should share.”

You almost couldn’t believe what he was suggesting. The exact situation had been playing out in your mind ever since you’d seen him naked, yet never once had you made the connection between your shower Adonis and Lieutenant Ghost. The two couldn’t be reconciled in your head, but you quickly decided that this was a problem to be solved later, if at all. You turned your non-functioning shower off, though slightly reluctant to use the hand covering your chest to do so, and then walked out of the stall, ducking under Ghost’s arm holding the door open for you, and rounding the corner into the warm stream of the only functional shower, allowing the water to wash away all the important questions that should have been asked, only focusing on the present moment.

Though you’d chosen to face away from him, you could still hear the noise of his towel hitting the wall as he tossed it aside, your entire body tensing up as you felt his presence behind you, the nerves nipping at the back of your mind. You didn’t dare turn to look at him, trying to find something else to focus on to quiet your frenzied brain, your eyes flicking to the one bottle of his on the floor in the shower, trying to figure out what scent ‘original’ was supposed to be, and whether one liquid really could be shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Your thoughts on his toiletries were brought to an instant halt at the first touch of his hand on your hip, a questioning touch as though he was gauging your interest before moving any further. He might have been feared special forces, yet here, you retained a level of control, of security. You relaxed into his touch, leaning back until you bumped up against his chest, and his arm snaked around your stomach, wrapping tightly around your waist as he stepped forward into the stream from the shower, his head dipping down to rest in the crook of your neck. You could feel his other hand trail a path up your thigh before it, too, wrapped around you, pulling you snug against him in a tight embrace, like a man starved for any sort of touch.

For a moment, the two of you remained in that simple intimacy, your arms resting on top of his, enjoying the sheer pleasure of his embrace. Your hands were the first to move, your fingertips gently trailing over the muscles in his forearms, admiring the strength in them, unable to hold back a smile as you saw the not-so-subtle way he flexed them for you. His hand moved then, and you followed them with your own, one trailing down over your hipbone to the top of your thigh, gently stroking the skin there, the other one shifting up until it was just underneath your breast, pausing right before he touched anywhere interesting.

Clearly, he wasn’t about to touch anywhere without your explicit permission, and you decided to test him, pulling his left hand up until it was settled over your breast. His fingers paused, and you felt the tenseness in his arms, yet after a beat, he stretched out his fingers, tracing a little pattern over the swell of your breast, circling your nipple before his hand covered your boob entirely, gently squeezing it in his hand. You could feel his breathing growing heavier, every exhale blowing air over the skin of your neck, but you had no intention of stopping, relaxing into his touch, letting your head fall back against his shoulder, your eyes closed. The hand on your thigh had grown tight, fingers digging into your flesh, and you began to move his hand further in to where you could feel a growing need for his touch.

The further you moved his hand, the tighter his grip on your chest got, pulling you closer against him until you could finally feel his hardness pressed against the small of your back. His clear excitement emboldened you further, and you pushed his hand firmly between your legs, letting his fingers slightly part your labia to rest on your clit. That action earned you a low growl from him, and he buried his face into your shoulder as he pushed his fingers further down, touching the slick wetness beginning to leak out of your needy pussy. The second he felt your wetness, he drew his fingers back from you, digging them into your hip and pulling you firmly against him, rubbing the bridge of his nose against your neck as though he was trying to ground himself in the moment.

You had no problem allowing him to take his time, focusing on the simple pleasure of the warm water on your skin and the heat emanating from his chest to your back. His hand moved back to your pussy, more determined than before, as he slid his fingers down your slit, gently probing your slick hole with his fingers. As he slowly slid one in, he let out a strangled groan, shifting his face so he could bite down on the flesh of your neck, his other hand massaging your breast as his finger began to easily slip inside you. He stretched his thumb up to rest on your clit as he gently began to pump his finger in and out of you, rubbing in little circles, and you couldn’t help but let out a little moan.

The slightest of noises from you seemed to spur him on, and he pushed another finger inside you, beginning to kiss and suck at your neck as he did so, your body easily accepting his two fingers, and so he followed it with a third, his dick twitching with excitement against your back as all three of his fingers sank inside you without resistance.

Whatever good sense you had left was beginning to dissipate in the haze of your lust, and you reached your hand behind you to wrap around his cock, slowly beginning to stroke him as he gently fucked you with his fingers. He rewarded you with a soft groan in your ear, and so you quickened your pace, beginning to pump his dick in earnest, wanting him to receive the same pleasure as you. Your body was eagerly opening up around him, and the last bit of your intelligence vanished as your desperation for him overpowered you, and you begged for stupidity in two words.

“Fuck me.”

There was no hesitance in Ghost’s touch now as he pulled his fingers out of you, turning you to face him and then bending down to grab your thighs and lift you up, pinning you to the cool, damp wall of the shower stall. You could see the lust in his eyes as he shifted to hold you with only one hand, the other quickly moving to his dick, positioning it at your slick entrance and then slowly beginning to lower you down onto him. There was no comparison to the pleasure you felt, not only from feeling him slide into you, but to watch his face as he did so, his open lips, the desperate look in his eyes, his gaze entirely focused on you as though you were Aphrodite herself. You sunk your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud as you felt him stretch out your insides, yet you let your hands dig into his shoulders, your nails raking his skin as you felt every inch of him.

When you finally sunk down to the base of his cock, he leant forwards to rest his head on the wall beside you, clearly struggling to contain his composure, his hand digging into the flesh of your thigh, the other splayed out on the cool tile wall. He took a second to breathe before he began to slowly thrust up into you, his hand shifting from your thigh to your hip to pin you in place. Even in your wetness, you could feel how big he was, filling you up so perfectly, and you arched your back against him, desperate to feel every inch of him inside you. His eyes were on you now, and he moved his hands from the wall to your lips, tugging your bottom lip out from between your teeth and issuing you a singular command, his gaze intense.

“I want to hear you.”

Even in your pleasure, you couldn’t stop yourself from obeying a command from your superior officer, and you let out the moans you’d been holding back, tightening your legs around his waist to pull him into you as much as possible, your fingers raking against his back as he fucked you, his hips beginning to move more forcefully against you. His fingers now moved to your hair, brushing the errant strands out of your face and then shifting down to cup your cheek, lifting your face, his voice soft, “Look at me.”

There was no mistaking the utter lust in his gaze when you looked up at him, yet you could also see quite a great deal of tenderness, of genuine care, which only served to heighten your pleasure, your hands moving from his shoulders to the back of his neck as you clung to him, desperately grinding your hips against him. He picked up his pace further yet still restrained himself from fully slamming into you, his grip like a vice on your thigh. His voice grew hoarser as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, clearly strained, “Touch yourself.”

In another situation, you might have felt insecure, yet you were entirely awash in lustful pleasure, and so you obeyed, reaching down with one hand to begin rubbing circles around your increasingly sensitive clit, feeling that same build of pleasure in your core as Ghost fucked you faster still, his expression growing more desperate by the second. He leant forward to whisper his final command against your lips.

“Come for me.”

Your body seemed honour-bound to obey him as your pussy clenched around his dick, your pleasure building until it finally crescendoed, with Ghost’s lips crashing onto yours as you finished, his hips moving frantically as he desperately fucked you, his thrusts stuttering as he finally shot his load deep inside you, his body crushing yours into the wall in a tight embrace. Your kisses became softer as the both of you came down from your frenzied high, his grip on your body loosening slightly, your death grip around his neck becoming less deadly.

With a satisfied groan, Ghost let himself sink to the floor, pulling you down along with him into his lap, letting his dick remain inside you as you settled more comfortably on top of him, resting against his chest as he lazily wrapped his arms around your lower back, cradling you against him. After such bodily heat, the comparatively cool water of the shower felt heavenly on your skin, washing away your intermingled sweat.

You probably could have slept there, with Ghost still buried inside you, yet he was not so spellbound. With a gentle movement, he pulled his softening length out of you, reaching over to grab the bottle of soapy liquid he’d left on the floor. Then, he repositioned you so you were now sitting in between his legs, his thick thighs boxing you in as he opened the bottle behind you. You weren’t entirely sure what he was doing, nor did you care, still awash in a pleasant afterglow. The touch of his fingers gently massaging the liquid into your hair was a heavenly surprise, and you practically melted into his hands, a human-sized pile of putty perfectly manipulated by him. He ran his fingers through the length of your hair, thoroughly soaping up every strand before he let the cool water wash away the suds.

Then, he got to work on your body. Never had you been so grateful for three-in-one soap as it meant you didn’t have to miss a second of his warm chest against your back as he began to soap up your body, his fingers incredibly gentle against your skin, paying attention to every single part of you, and then letting you lean back against his chest as the water washed everything away, his arms coming to rest around your waist. Every single care of yours seemed to follow the soap down the train as you relaxed into him, enjoying the way he rested his chin on your head as you closed your eyes, finally entirely at ease.

[nothing0fnothing]

hey I have some lived experience personal care advice I had to learn the hard way in my adulthood after growing up with abusive neglectful narcissistic parents. Maybe it will help someone else.

The most important room in your house to be clean is your kitchen. If you only have a few spoons and a whole house of mess, spend them on getting your kitchen clean, hygienic and tidy enough to be usable.

spending money on things that last longer or work better isn't a waste of money. You don't have to use the cheapest of everything because spending is bad work out what YOU think is worth splurging on.

Always buy the best shoes you can afford. Taking care of your feet is so important for your health. If you're afab the same goes for underwear, buying one pack of good quality, good fitting cotton breathable underwear will save you so much money on feminine care supplies if you get what I'm saying.

Get your feet measured in a shoe store. Especially if you're over 25 your feet will have grown since you were 18. I spent years thinking my body was wrong because my feet ALWAYS hurt. My girlfriend suggested we measure them and I realised I was in shoes two sizes too small. For years!! I didn't even know shoes were supposed to have space in them.

a cheap bottle of washing up liquid (dish soap) costs like £1 and can be used on basically every surface. Clean your counters, toilet, sinks, bathtub or shower, oven and hob with a scrub daddy and some cheap washing up liquid. It doesn't react with other chemicals and it cleans deeply and easily. I even use it on the inside of the shower glass where it collects that crusty water residue.

When bathing with an unscented bar soap everywhere first. Then wash a second time with your scented soap. The scented liquid soap isn't designed to clean you it's designed to make you smell beautiful.

Don't use scented soaps on your kitty. Don't use femfresh or other feminine washes on your kitty. Don't use feminine wipes on your kitty. You use your unscented bar soap you use on the rest of your bodh on your kitty once a day. That's all it needs.

You don't need sewing skills to mend things. A £5 sewing kit you keep somewhere in your house and maybe a 2 minute YouTube tutorial is all you need to fix holes in your clothes and make them last longer.

Cereal for breakfast is quick and convenient but aim to eat protein for your first meal. Things like eggs, meat, a protein shake, Greek yogurt. You'll feel fuller for longer and your body will appreciate it.

most things don't need to be ironed. For the things that need creases out a steamer is better for the fibres and easier to use. Simply hang up the item and hold the steamer against the creases.

[p0pp3t]

damn crew hcs because i miss them every day they’re not posted </3

sometimes when gavin is hanging out with his friends he’ll just. flop down on top of them if they’re sitting or lying down. genuine cat behavior. he gets very comfortable, his ear over their heart and their hand in his. he savors every second he gets. he also complains when any of them tell him they wanna get up

“can you move for a second gav? i wanna refill my drink” “just say you hate me.”

(for someone with such severe self worth issues) damien pampers himself SO much when if comes to hygiene. matching fragrances across all his products, shower steamers, bath bombs, candles, the whole deal. on friday nights you’ll find him wrapped in a plush bathrobe with a matching headband pushing his hair back, a clay mask smeared on his skin. he has a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, with some soft classical instrumentals pumping from the tv speakers. huxley loves coming home to find him so relaxed

sometimes, when he’s upset, huxley will go out into the backyard and lie in the grass for a while - letting the solid ground hold him and the soft grass caress him. other times, when he’s very upset, he’ll dig a hole and lie down in that instead. he feels safer, grounded (ha) and closer to his element. damien checks on him periodically with offerings of snacks and water

lasko is something of a fashionista (it might be why he and milo got along as well as they did at the E&E games) - he’s very meticulous about his closet; every item is lovingly sorted by type, color, material, and season. he frets whenever his “best” pieces are still in the laundry and no combination of the things he has on hand looks “good enough”. he’ll say it’s about being presentable but he also really just likes feeling pretty. dear assures him that he always looks lovely and helps him find an outfit he can at least tolerate for the day. such a diva

freelancer has an absolute BLAST on karaoke night. they’ve sung at least three (3) lovey-dovey duets with each of their friends and aim to do even more. (at first damien took some convincing with a direly serious “you love me, right?🥺”) as of late, their favorite singing partner has been dear - they’re always happy to indulge their freelancer and both their voices just blend so beautifully

in their quiet nature, dear has picked up on a lot of campus gossip when the people around them thought no one was listening. sometimes their students will come up to them and directly fill them in on the most recent, hottest rumors. they know how to keep a secret, but if damien needs dirt on another staff member he always knows who to ask

and speaking of - don’t let their professional appearances fool you; damien and lasko are total suckers for gossip. when their lunch breaks align with dear’s, nobody on campus is safe from their shit talk. lasko has a surprisingly sharp tongue where he feels it’s warranted

[circle-with-me]

heal me when i’m broken

pairing: ricky olson x fem!reader

content warning/tags: 18+ MDNI!! mentions of nightmares, panic attacks, comfort, fluff, shower sex, fingering (female receiving), unprotected p in v sex.

word count: 1.6k

tag list: @deathblacksmoke @concretenoah @tearfallpixie @meekahy @cookiesupplier @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sitkowski @collective-heartbreak @catharsis-in-darkness @undead-ahead-wh0re @to-be-written @collapsedglasshouses

authors note: i wrote this from an anonymous request i received where reader wakes up from an intense nightmare and ricky comforts her. fluff and smut were requested. i hope i made your request exactly what you wanted, love. please enjoy 🩷

also big thanks to my bestie/beta reader @deathblacksmoke 🫶🏻

Screams echo around the room as you wake up in a panic. Your body thrashes underneath the sheets, attempting to escape from the horror that had been chasing you in your sleep. A muffled voice repeats your name, but you can’t focus on it. You open your eyes but you’re too blinded by fear, your chest aching from gasping for air.

The voice gets louder and a figure appears in your still cloudy vision. You feel hands grab your wrists and you fight back to break free. The figure pushes your wrists to your stomach with one hand and the other comes to your face. The thumb rubbing at your temple feels familiar. The soft lips that delicately press to your forehead despite your violent movements are not from a stranger or a monster from your nightmares. It’s him.

As his voice breaks through the ringing in your ears, your body stills. Your vision clears and his stormy eyes stare back at you dejectedly. His eyebrows knit together with concern as he pets your sweat soaked hair out of your face. He lets go of your hands, both of them instantly wrapping around him.

“I’m so sorry, Ricky.” You sob into his neck.

He places featherlight kisses to your collarbone, running a finger up and down your arm. You feel your breathing slow down; your heart no longer pounding in your chest.

“Was it the same one as last time?” Ricky whispers.

You nod, whining. He squeezes your arm comfortingly, moving his mouth to your bicep. Ricky watches you as he thoughtfully kisses the tips of each of your fingers until they stop shaking.

“Is that better?” He asks, placing his face in your hand and smiling.

You’re uncertain of how he does it. How naturally he takes the darkness inside of you and chases it away with the lightest touch. You avoided spending nights with him for so long at first — terrified he would witness your nightmares and leave. The memories that haunted you weren’t his burden to bear after all. He finally persuaded you to stay with him, all but getting on his knees to convince you.

You had one of the worst nightmares you’ve ever had that night. He didn’t bat an eye, just held you until the screaming stopped. Every tear was wiped away as they fell. Consistent reassurance was whispered in your ear that you were safe – he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Finally, you fell back asleep some time later, sleeping in until late morning. You found out later that he had stayed up the rest of the night to keep an eye on you, soothing you back to sleep anytime you stirred unpleasantly.

Being loved by Ricky Olson is the easiest thing you’ve ever done.

You gently move him so that you can swing your legs over the edge of the bed. All of your muscles ache and your bones crack as you stretch. You sigh loudly, feeling Ricky’s hand come to the small of your back. He sits beside you, pulling you into him.

“Why don’t I turn the shower on for you?” He asks, propping his chin on your shoulder. “I’ll throw in one of those lavender shower steamers. Maybe that and the hot water will help you relax.”

You lay your head against him, humming in contemplation.

“Will you join me?”

“I will never say no to that question.” Ricky punctuates his statement with a peck to your shoulder, pushing himself off the bed towards the bathroom. He stops at the doorway and looks back at you. Without a word, he holds his hand out for you, gesturing for you to come to him.

You do so without protest, following him into the cold bathroom and sitting on the counter as he turns the shower on. He ensures the water is at the perfect temperature before he sets the lavender scented disk on the floor.

Ricky helps you out of your sweat soaked tank top. You hop off the counter and wiggle out of your shorts and underwear. The water burning against your skin is pleasant. You let it run down your back, the smell of lavender permeating your senses. Ricky steps in not long after, wrapping you in his arms and burying his face in your hair.

The warmth from his body heat and the water eases the pain in your body. You slump into Ricky’s arms and he chuckles as he peels you off of him to wash your hair. He lets you wash your body, now having enough strength to do so. You watch his eyes wander, following the soap suds as they fall down the slope of your breasts and descend to your stomach.

It’s obvious that he’s trying his best to keep his hands to himself. You can see the inner workings of his mind as his tongue darts out to swipe at his bottom lip. He’s unsure if this is an appropriate time given this morning’s events.

You place your hand on his chest and he glances up at you. There’s little communication necessary, just a squeeze of your waist and a slight nod from you has him lurching forward. Your lips are consumed by his, nearly knocking the air out of you when you collide together.

He backs you against the shower wall, lips attached to your neck. The hot water beats down on your bodies as you tangle together. You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your chest upwards. Ricky takes the hint, smirking, and dips his head down, wrapping his lips around your breast. Carding your fingers through his hair, you give a playful tug. He groans, gripping the flesh of your ass. His mouth is back on yours instantly, desperate to taste you more.

Ricky’s hand drifts up the side of your thigh, then between them, his fingers running through your slit. Gasping into his mouth, you grab onto his shoulders; the sensation causing you to lift onto your toes. He swirls your swollen bud with the pads of his fingers, slotting his knee between your legs.

“Open up a little more for me, baby.” He breathes, nudging your leg gently.

You do as you’re told, giving Ricky the room he needs to slip a finger inside of you. His pace is brutally slow, languidly drawing a single digit in and out of you. The pleasure is too much, yet not enough, and has you begging him to go faster – for more, anything he’s willing to give. All he does is softly shush you, his lips firmly against yours, hips thrusting against you in an attempt to sate his own need for the time being.

Ricky curls his finger inside of you and your vision goes white. As you clench around him, he speeds up his rhythm. You cry out his name, your entire body bucking in his arms as your orgasm rushes through you. He moans in your ear telling you how good you’re doing, moving and bending with your body as you do.

“Fuck..” Ricky pants, his hard cock twitching against your leg. “Turn around, baby. I can’t wait any longer.”

Turning around, you press your body against the tile of the shower wall. Ricky grabs you by the hips, pulling you back to meet his own. He bends over you, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your spine as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

His moans are deafening as he rocks into you. He starts out slow with shallow half-thrusts. You would complain about him teasing you, but from the quiver in his breath, he’s just as affected by it as you.

You call out his name, desperate for him. He runs his hand up your stomach and to your chest, pulling you back against his own. Ricky pumps his cock deep inside of you but his pace is still devastatingly slow.

He swallows every whimper that falls from you, one hand resting on your throat while the other returns to your clit. He increases his pace inside of you only a little, but it’s enough for the coil in your belly to start tightening.

“God, I can feel you, baby.” Ricky grunts in your ear. “Let go for me.”

His words make you clench around him. His resolve crumbles a little as he fixes his arm across your chest, driving his hips into you harder. He bites down on your neck as he spills into you, your orgasm following quickly behind his.

Ricky rinses you off with the now cold water and helps you out. He wraps a towel around you and you sit on the counter per his instructions so he can detangle your hair. He combs each strand with care making sure he doesn’t pull too hard. You watch him with heavy eyes, admiring his dedication. He catches you staring, doing a double take when he notices.

“What?” He asks, huffing out a laugh.

“Thank you.” You reply simply.

“For?” His eyes don’t meet yours this time as he’s too focused on a particularly stubborn tangle.

“For being my safe person.”

Ricky stops dead in his tracks, placing the comb down next to you and focusing his entire attention on you. His eyes search yours for a moment, a small smile on his face. He places his hand on the back of your head, bringing your forehead to his lips.

“Thank you for being mine.” He whispers.

[takaminevaeh]

The winner of the poll is…~

soft!dom deku x sub!fem reader!

I’ll post another poll later tonight to see who’s next… I really thought todobaku was gonna win but I guess not lol!

I’ve decided to include the whole part and not just split the aftercare, just because it’s easier for me AND sometimes the aftercare is too short to put it into its own post.

soft!dom deku x sub!fem reader

cw// dom!/sub! dynamic (izu’s a huge pleasure dom), heavy teasing, praise, oral sex (f! receiving), edging, slight overstim, cum eating, slight subdrop, aftercare

You ask and you shall receive…~

Ever since we were kids, I was hopelessly in love with Izuku Midoriya.

The way he would hug me so tightly, squishing his cheeks against mine.

Even as we got older, the cuddling never ended.

Once we graduated from high school, we started to become distant.

He was always busy.

I watched his saves on the news, biting my nails as I sat on the edge of my seat.

It wasn’t until the night that my apartment complex was attacked that I finally saw him again.

I was barely conscious the first time, but the parts I remember…

He was panicking.

I vaguely remember his panicked voice bouncing around my head… telling me I’d be okay.

That he’d never leave again.

That he loves me.

I woke up in the hospital just a few hours later, Izuku was just outside my hospital room as he talked to some of the staff.

He hurried in once he saw that I was awake, smiling brightly at me as tears pricked his eyes.

“Oh, Y/N… I’m so glad you’re okay..!” He reached out to cup my face in his hands, rubbing my cheeks softly as he looked down at me.

“Izu…”

“Shh… don’t speak… I want to tell you something…”

I looked up at him with soft eyes, my head still in a daze from the attack as I focused on his words.

“I love you… When you were still dazed you… You confessed to me… I want you to know that… I love you too… and I will never leave you alone like that again… I promise…”

I had passed out after that, but he kept his promise to me.

That’s why now, I’m his little housewife.

I cook and I clean, and I take care of our cat, Milo.

I do everything for him.

But not because he forces me to… he tells me, again and again, I never have to lift a finger… that he’d hire maids to take care of it.

But I like doing these things for him, plus I like things to be in a specific order.

I had finally finished rearranging the living area before he got home.

I’m freshly showered, laying comfortably in one of the recliner chairs in only his hoodie and panties as I eat some soup dumplings, his portion still sitting in the steamer to keep them warm.

I hear the locks on the door and sit up, staring at the door as he walks in, kicking off his shoes and setting them beside the others.

“I’m home- oh! Well, hello there, princess…” He walks over with heavy feet, holding my head and kissing my forehead softly, petting my hair.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” I smile up at him, my cheeks slightly flushed.

“I’m good! Do you like how I reorganized?” He finally takes the chance to inspect the room, furrowing his brows a bit.

“I told you that you shouldn’t reorganize while I’m not here… what if you hurt yourself moving all of this heavy furniture?” I wave my hand.

“Of course I didn’t… Kacchan and Eijiro popped in around lunchtime… I asked them to pick up some more cat food for Milo. So, while they were here, I asked them to move the heavier things.”

Hearing me say his name, our ginger cat, Milo, hops up on my lap, curling onto the soft blanket thrown across my lower body.

“Well, I’m glad for that. How much did they get? How much do I owe them?”

“Kacchan said not to worry about it! Just as long as we promise to cat-sit for him next weekend!”

“But… I work next weekend…” I set my empty plate down on the coffee table, tilting my head as I smile up at him.

“I know, silly. I’ll be watching his cat, don’t you worry!” His eyes soften as he looks down at me, resting his large hand against my head.

“You’re so sweet, baby…” I flush under his gaze.

“So, what did you eat before I got here?” He takes the empty plate from the coffee table.

“Soup dumplings! I know you like the stuff from the convenience stores but… I wanted to try to make them myself! I thought they were yummy, but yours are still in the steamer! I used a different soup for yours!”

He moves towards the steamer and transfers his dumplings onto my used plate, moving back towards me. I picked Milo up and put him on his bed, watching as Izuku sat in the seat I was just in.

He shoves one into his mouth, chewing slowly.

I tug at my fingers, a little nervous about whether he likes them or not.

“Izu..?” He smiles up at me, swallowing the food.

“These are great! I won’t ever need any from the convenience store again!” I smile so hard my cheeks hurt, holding my cheeks as he finishes eating.

He stands and moves so he’s in front of me, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

“Thank you, baby. You’re the best. How about you go to our room?”

“I have to wash your plate…”

“I got it, okay? It’s just one…” I nod and head into our room, undoing the covers a bit so we can both get in.

I find my phone and plug it in, answering a few unanswered texts before turning it off and setting it to the side.

Izuku comes back with nothing but a pair of basketball shorts on, kneading one of his large hands into his shoulder blades.

“Do you… want me to massage your shoulders, Izu..?”

“Oh… no, baby… I’m fine… I actually… wanted to do something for you tonight…” I watch with cautious eyes as he starts to crawl onto the bed, slipping under the covers and moving so he’s on top of me.

“H-huh..? What for..?”

“Hm… dunno… you’re just too cute… I wanna spoil you…” I blush heavily as he leans in, kissing my lips softly.

His kisses become deeper and more passionate, leaving me struggling for air before I pull away.

He doesn’t stop when I do, though, moving his lips to trail wet kisses down my jaw to my neck.

He grabs my wrists to lift me, pulling the hoodie over my head and tossing it onto the floor.

I pout as he does, missing the warmth already.

Soon, that warmth was replaced by his body, him taking the opportunity to suck and nibble on my neck better.

He moves down to nibble and kiss my collarbone gently, reaching with one of his hands to wrap around my throat.

It wasn’t enough to restrict my breathing at all, just laying there to show me that he was the one in control.

As if he isn’t always in control…

He grabs onto one of my breasts with his free hand, latching his lips onto it as he sucks gently, kneading my nipple with his tongue.

By now, I was a panting and whining mess, my panties soaked from my arousal as I rubbed my thighs together for some sort of friction.

He notices my movements and lifts his head to look at me, his pupils blown as he stares at me full of lust.

“Can I lick your pussy, princess..? I’ve been thinking about your sweet juices on my tongue all day…”

If I wasn’t blushing before, I definitely was now.

I felt the heat rise from my pulsing core up my chest and neck to my cheeks, traveling up to my ears.

I nod shyly, opening my legs up for him as he smiles widely, a hint of mischief behind his smile.

“Oh, you’re too kind, baby…” His head disappears under the covers as he runs his fingers up my soaked panties, making my body twitch due to the unexpected touch.

“My, my… is my baby sensitive already..? I should take care of that…” He kisses me through my soaked underwear, teasing it with kitty licks before lifting my hips with his hands and sliding them off.

His face appears from under the covers for a brief moment, watching as he sniffs my soaked panties.

I blush even harder, my thighs starting to tremble from the lewd display in front of me.

He tosses the panties onto the floor before ducking his head under the covers again.

I feel him kiss my inner thighs, teasingly slow as he gets closer to my pussy before switching to the other thigh.

I was trembling with anticipation, my hole clenching around nothing as I whined.

“Shh… be patient… all this teasing will make it feel so good… you’ll be so sensitive from just one orgasm, you won’t be able to handle another one…” He blows on my pussy the slightest bit, and even that was enough to make my whole body jerk.

“See..?” He hooks his arms around my thighs, his grip firm but not painful as he slowly licks up my slit, my body jolting as my head falls back against the pillows, a needy moan leaving my lips as he does it again.

He eats me out agonizingly slow, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm before stopping entirely, leaving me a whining mess.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks by now, the pleasure being too much from the lack of release.

My grip on the sheets was so fierce, that my knuckles were turning white.

“P-Please..!” I manage to sputter out.

He unlatches his lips from my clit, moving so that I could see his face from under the covers.

“Please what, darling? Do you want to cum..?” I nod, sitting up on my elbows to look at him better.

“Y-Yes, please… I-I’m so sensitive… I just wanna cum… Can I cum..? Please..?” His fingers brush against my clit and I jolt, my body still sensitive from being edged three different times.

“Well… since you asked so nicely… I have to give my princess what she wants, right?” I nod eagerly.

“Feels so good, Izu… Wanna cum just for you…” He smiles up at me softly, hiding under the covers again.

I feel no movement for a moment before being completely engulfed in pleasure.

I could feel his tongue buried as deep as it would go, my walls clenching pathetically around it as he swipes his nose against my clit.

The sounds of him lapping up my pussy were my undoing, my body tensing for a moment before I reach my orgasm.

My hips buck up into his mouth involuntarily, my fingers finding their place in his emerald green curls as I tug, riding his face to feel the most pleasure.

My vision was a bit spotty, the pleasure completely clouding my brain as I started to calm down, releasing his hair as I twitched from his continuous licks.

He doesn’t stop until the last of my cum is gone, leaving me twitching with sensitivity as he kisses up my belly.

His face appears from under the covers again, the cutest smile on display as he kisses my belly, keeping eye contact with me.

“You taste so good… thank you for letting me enjoy you…” I could only hum in response, his tongue having fucked me stupid as I drop my head against the pillows.

It takes a few minutes before I come down from my high, realizing that he had moved me to lay on his lap, my back against his chest.

“D-Did you finish..?” He kisses the top of my head, chuckling softly.

“Your moans were enough to make me cum twice, princess… how do you feel..?” I blush, realizing that I forgot he was such a pleasure dom.

“I’m still tingling… it felt really good…”

“Hm… I guess I’ve been neglecting you then… I don’t think you ever came that hard before…”

“It… has been a while… doesn’t help that I’m not allowed to touch myself when you’re not here…” He laughs softly, kissing the top of my head again.

“I’m not changing that rule, by the way. Now, I want you to sleep. And… can I ask you a quick question?” I nod softly, my eyes becoming heavy as I close them, ready to sleep at any second.

“Would you mind if I… woke you up with my tongue..?” The heat rushes to my cheeks again, but it’s not enough to get me to open my eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind… but if I say my safe word…”

“I will stop immediately. You’ve never had to use the safe word and I hope you never will.”

I smile, moving my body so I can hug him, inhaling his scent.

“I love you, Izu… thank you for always being my hero…” I fall asleep shortly after that, not conscious when Izuku kisses the top of my head again, blushing.

“I love you too, Y/N… goodnight…”

[its-all-stardust]

Steven Grant x gn!reader, may-haps, something sorta fluffy, like they’ve both had a rather long day, maybe it ends with Steven reading to the reader and them falling asleep on them couch together? Feel free to ignore, it’s not particularly interesting

It's your lucky day!! I did NOT ignore this request because it gives me some writing practice and a chance to think about something else besides my current project for a little bit.

I did tweak this just a tad, but such is the nature of fic requests. I hope you enjoy!!

Masterlist

Word Count: 783

When you walked through the apartment door, the lights were turned down low, and the smell of what you suspected to be takeaway from your favorite restaurant wafted toward you. You breathed a sigh of relief, a weight lifted off your shoulders.

When you texted Steven earlier about the downward spiral that was your work day—and the resulting headache that threatened to become a migraine at the slightest provocation—you weren’t doing anything more than venting. You hadn’t asked nor expected him to take over dinner when it was your night to cook.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said, greeting Steven with a peck on the cheek. He arranged the containers on the counter, perfectly timing everything to your arrival.

“I’ll remember that for the next time you’re not feeling well. Make you do everything yourself,” Steven teased, filling your plate for you.

You smiled, knowing he would never do such a thing. You both worry over each other when one isn’t feeling the best, doing whatever you can to make the other’s day easier. Steven taking care of you like this, without expecting it or asking for it, made you love him even more.

“Work that bad?” he asked when you pulled a bottle of painkillers from the cupboard.

“Just exhausting. This one guy was off today, which made it busier than normal. Felt like things just kept piling up.” You swallowed the pills with a cool glass of whatever, then pressed it to your temple for a moment, hoping it would ease the pounding in your skull.

Dinner, usually filled with conversations about all manner of things, was silent. Peace and quiet weren’t often found at your workplace and is one of the causes of your current state.

Steven, bless him, knew you well enough to give it to you now. Anything he wanted to say could wait for a better time.

Throughout the meal, you couldn’t help but notice Steven constantly, openly, staring at you.

“I’m not going to break, you know,” you teased, smiling softly as you sat back in your chair, finished eating.

“Well, now, I can’t have you straining yourself,” Steven said, collecting your plate and taking it to the sink. “I’ve got the bathroom ready for you wherever you’re up for it,” he continued casually as if he weren’t still doting on you.

You weren’t complaining about it, though.

In the bathroom, you found Steven had indeed done everything besides strip you and turn on the water. If your apartment had a bathtub, he probably would have it filled with bubbles. Instead, he left a shower steamer near the stall wall—something he insisted was for emergencies. Clearly, in Steven’s mind, this was one. He even had towels laid out beside your pajamas, neatly folded as opposed to the crumpled ball you usually had them in.

You half-expected soothing meditation music to pour from the Bluetooth speaker set up by the sink, but it never did. Steven probably worried it might irritate your headache more and refrained.

By the time you stepped out of the bathroom, the scent of the milk and honey steamer trailing after you, your head no longer felt like it would explode.

Despite it, you were still exhausted, the desire to collapse looming over you.

Usually, evenings were spent with Steven in some capacity, but you didn’t have the mental bandwidth for even something as simple as watching a trashy reality show.

“Lie with me for a bit?” Steven asked, of course ready to ambush you as soon as you left the bathroom. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he had his ear pressed to the door.

He was on the couch with the soft blanket that normally decorated the back spread out and waiting for you.

Even when you felt like shit, you weren’t passing up the chance to cuddle with your boyfriend. You happily crawled under the blanket when Steven lifted it up for you, and you leaned into his side. His hand went to the back of your neck and started lightly massaging, trying to ease any tension.

A pleased hum escaped you, your eyes falling closed.

And then Steven started to read. Opening your eyes again, you see he had something pulled up on his phone. 

“What is that?” you asked. You didn’t mind that he wanted to read to you—Steven’s reading voice was actually quite pleasant, narrating with the perfect cadence and tone.

“Hush. You don’t have to know what it is. You just need to listen,” Steven lightly scolded, taking his self-assigned job as your caretaker very seriously.

You smiled, settling back into Steven’s side, and let the words wash over you until you fell asleep.

[mayakern]

hi! I remember you had a petticoat care guide at some point but I can't find it. can you point me to where I can look at the care instructions now that the petticoat preorders are being shipped out? thank you!

yes! i'll go ahead and put the care & storage information below:

--CARE-- Petticoats should be washed as infrequently as possible--one to two times a year at most. The best way to clean your petticoat is to steam it, which can also reinvigorate your petticoat's volume if it has been flattened. Otherwise, it is recommended to either dry clean or hand wash and line dry in the shade. Machine wash at your own risk. For best results with a machine, wash on a gentle cycle with cold water using a small amount of gentle detergent. Hang in shade to dry. Do not bleach. Do not tumble dry. Iron inside out on low heat. --STORAGE-- When possible, petticoats should be turned inside out and hung on a skirt hanger. For more compact storage, you can roll your petticoat by folding it at the waistband and then rolling it starting at the bottom hem and ending at the waistband, before placing it in a garment bag. If your petticoat has been flattened from storage, you can reinvigorate the volume with a steamer or by hanging it in your bathroom and taking a steamy shower.

here are some helpful links as well:

[thatcatsalem]

Sorcerer!Sukuna NS*FW Alphabet

Sukuna x OC (Yuri)

For the posts that are in the format of headcanons and such, “you” will be used as a method of storytelling. Outside of those, the main story will revert back to third person.

A = Aftercare

Usually just grabs you and throws both of you in a shower to get clean. He doesn’t like the feeling of dried cum on his skin, but he will happily fool around in the shower as well.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his back and arms, and often flexes his biceps. He also quite enjoys his thighs because you look so vulnerable between them, sucking his cock.

On you, it is your ass. He will constantly have his arms on your bottom, whether it just by grabbing it, stroking it or slapping it. He likes your stomach and hips, it is his favourite place to cum and he will grab onto your sides if you try and squiggle away.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

It tastes a bit tangy, with citrusy bitterness to it. He cums loads during the first round, and often doesn’t have much control on where it goes. He doesn’t like the feeling of dried cum on his skin so when he jerks off, he either aims away from himself or just does it in the shower.

As per you, he loves cumming on your ass or stomach, but also enjoys seeing you trying to swallow it all. He finds a weird sense of pride seeing his cum leaking from your cunt, and will always attempt to show it back.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really enjoys being fingered during oral sex but would rather choke on his own tongue than confess that. You only discovered that because you decided to boss him around in bed and lapped on his ass with vigour whilst fisting his cock. Sukuna came so much that he had to deep clean the bed with a steamer; it soaked through covers and mattress protector.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He had his fair share of hook ups and a couple of beneficial relationships. He has slept with a few of his sorcerer colleagues, both women and men, but never has been one for relationship.

Only with you did he get to truly experiment with his skills, and hone it out so well that he was now able to make you cum with a few flicks of his tongue if they mood is set right.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Mating press. It’s deep, it’s close, it’s fucking hot and he gets to look you in the eyes when he is rearranging your guts. He loves fucking you during your period because you are so much more sensitive and your cervix is practically weeping for him to soak it.

He likes the feeling of your ankles pressing against his shoulders and will growl so loud it will practically make you cum right there. His balls will smack against your skin, ass juggling with each trust, and your moans only will spiral him into madness. It’s difficult for you to concentrate on anything, pinned under him like an animal with a feral beast of a man mounting you, snaked protectively over your body with his cock buried as deep as possible.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He doesn’t have much time for jokes but he will laugh if you get desperate and start begging him. He will tease and outright bully you playfully but won’t break the spell of intimate sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself well groomed, with dark happy trail and has piercing on his cock that he definitely regrets as an adult but doesn’t take off because it makes you feel absolutely otherworldly when it rubs against you g-spot. First time it happened, you squirted all over his hips and then some more.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Depends on the mood, really. Sometimes he will be quite intimate and sometimes it will be so urgent and rough that there will be no room for romance.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t like the feeling of dried cum on his skin so when he jerks off, he either aims away from himself or just does it in the shower.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking. Choke him, let him choke you. Squeeze his windpipe, let him cover your mouth whilst you cumming and cut off your air supply.

He is also incredibly proficient in art of Shibari, so he will not just tie you up, but will hang you upside down, spread and ready for him to feast on you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Balconies, roofs, windowsills - he likes the thrill of being in a public space yet too far away from prying eyes. He will press you against a window, fully dressed, and will finger you so tortuously that you will have to beg him to let you cum.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He is a man, most things will turn him on. He does get particularly rowdy every time you will be fighting against someone, smooth and deadly, and will immediately will need to fuck you against nearest surface. Power turns him on.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sukuna doesn’t share. Under no circumstances will he even entertain an idea of cuckholding or threesome, the only thought of it makes his blood boil. He will quite literally slice anyone who will look at you funny.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Either, really. He doesn’t think there needs to be a favourite between two, and will always happily partake in 69-ing. He will double his efforts in order to make you break first, and will buck his hips further down your throat to make you choke on his cock as you are cumming in his mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sukuna has to be in a peculiar mood to be slow and sensual, and usually prefers sex to be quite rough and fast. He doesn’t particularly like the idea of fucking for hours on end and finishes his rounds fairly fast, but is ready for another session not much later if not straight away.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes them; but in his mind a quickie should be done in semi-public setting, like a car or utility closet. Otherwise, you might as well enjoy the experience.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Sukuna is all about experimenting; but he will need his partner enthusiastic consent or he ain’t doing it. He is not dealing with someone’s teats that aren’t from pleasure. He doesn’t find the idea of hysterics attractive, so he uses strict green, amber and red rule in the bedroom.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Doesn’t last very point but can go as many as physically possible rounds a day. His personal record with you is eight in a row, with only a small break for lunch.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He does have toys and enjoys using them on both himself and you. He will not be opposed of you using them on him, and he will demonstrate the variety of his collectibles that ranges between stunning crystal butt plugs and expensive ropes he uses to tie you up to his cat o’nine tails and collars for you to wear.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You might as well just give up, because this man will tease you until your eyes are rolling, thighs are trembling, and until you can only choke on your own saliva instead of any witty comments.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is not necessarily vocal, but he does moan and grunt in restrained manner, and you will do anything in your arsenal to make him whine. He does it so reluctantly and with defeated growl that it straight up makes your cunt clench.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

In this universe, Sukuna is bisexual. He tends to date and sleep with women, but he has had sex with men, even if he never dated any (he didn’t really date anyone other than you… no one had the patience…). It wasn’t a common occurrence in his life and it doesn’t really poses an opportunity due to his dating life, but he will never say no to you eating his ass out and making him cum from you pressing onto his prostrate.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is above average, but not incredibly long - it’s mostly his girth that makes you lose your shit. He will reach your cervix through a specific angle and make you whine and cry but it’s the stretch of your walls accommodating him each time that makes it truly unforgettable. He has a piercing on his cockhead and two rings of tattoos around his base. He is well groomed but doesn’t really shave that often.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Quite high but he can go for a week or so without much need for sex - to the point that it won’t even cross his mind to initiate anything unless he it is instigated; he is that constantly tired. Before you, his hook ups were mostly a weekly occurrence, but nowadays are a more frequent engagement.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately - this man is tired and will need a short nap straight away. So it is either shower or sleep. Or both.

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[ask-la-squadra]

Much awaited smell headcanons for the squad

(perfume screenshots are taken from fragrantica, they serve as examples, not the exact perfume they would wear necessarily)

Risotto Nero

- likes niche scents that are more of a 'vibe' than an actual smell, think 'cemetary in the rain' or 'cathedral bookshelf'

- fan of niche notes like 'wet tarmac' and 'gasoline'

- his signature scent is something dark that smells like rain and pine mostly, outdoorsy but make it edgy

- also smells slightly metallic and blood like for obvious reasons

Prosciutto

- likes to present himself well and so smelling good is part of it

- likes bold scents like dark fruits, oud, spices, whiskey, rum

- obviously smells of tobacco constantly, which he is semi conscious of, he likes stronger and bolder scents to mask this

- has a scent steamer that he puts in his wardrobe to make his clothes smell nice, usually uses woody spicy scents for this

Pesci

- likes citrusy fresh scents

- big fan of aquatics too, sea salt for example, likes smelling beachy as he feels relaxed and most himself when he is at the beach, it helps with his nerves

- anything too heavy gives him a headache

- all of his shampoo and body wash items are coconut scented

Formaggio

- unfortunately a Dior Sauvage Male (derogatory)

- doesnt actually wear sauvage anymore but wears more high end versions of it, with a shit ton of lynx (i think its axe in the US)

- very stereotypical male smell, sprays wayyy too much and gives everyone headaches

- uses a slivered bar soap in the shower that smells faintly of lemon, washes his hair with this soap too since he doesnt feel the need for shampoo due to his buzzcut

Illuso

- Headache inducing florals and woody scents

- remind him of his grandma, think sandalwood and rose

- smells like a rose garden but slightly musky (he sweats a lot because i said so)

- expensive shampoo and body wash, these are vanilla scented

Melone

- fruity (make all your jokes)

- loves fruity shampoos and body wash

- victorias secret body sprays and those britney spears perfumes are his go to

- loves smelling like fruity sweets, goes for cheaper perfumes because he likes to top it up throughout the day as fruity notes dont typically last

- he has some darker fruitier scents for occassions that have plum and cherry notes in them along with jasmine and tobacco

Ghiaccio

- likes smelling clean and fresh

- soft vanilla powdery perfume scents for hot days or just out of the shower

- will wear scents that smell of herbs, spices and burnt wood mostly when he goes out, buys the same perfume all the time rather than trying new ones like everyone else

- in general just likes something fresh and natural smelling, not too harsh on the nose

- all of his shower products have that like dove soap scent or coconut

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Pain Relief

Tags - Giyuu taking care of his chronic pain gf, chronic pain gang wya? giyuu is best boyfriend, mentions of previous injury

 There was an aroma of sea salts and aloe that had Giyuu hesitating where he stood in the front door. The lights around the apartment were off except the small lamp in the living room next to the chair you usually were sat in, curled up with the cat. Hazel sat on the chair, blue eyes blinking back at him as he turned to go to the bedroom, following the noise of the running shower. He dropped his work bag by the bedroom door and followed the soft melodies of the instrumentals you had playing from your phone. This was an occurrence that didn’t surprise Giyuu, but it hurt to know that you were in pain. The bath was usually your go to when you were dealing with a flare up, but this showed your exhaustion. It was something Shinobu had told the both of you would be a reoccurring pain. It could be managed, but you could have to be extremely careful. You tried, but your work ethic often had you doing more than you should. When you returned to work, taking a lower paying, part-time job that required less work, Giyuu was supportive. But since you left for work before he got home from patrol, he couldn’t be there to stop you from picking up extra shifts, spending extra days on your feet and irritating the nerves that had been damaged. He felt his heart ache at the thought of you in pain. The bathroom door was cracked, steam pillowing out of the bathroom. He knocked, only entering when he heard your soft ‘come in.’ You were sitting in the corner of the shower, your bare back turned towards the door as you leaned against the glass shower wall.

“Hi love,” you greeted, not turning away from the wall. He sat on the lid of the toilet, inhaling the shower steamer’s scent.

“How are you feeling? Do you want me to boil some water for your bottle?” You shook your head.

“No, I took some pain relievers. It’s not too bad. I just had to take a sower but didn’t feel like actually doing it.” He grunted in acknowledgment.

“when are you off?” “Tuesday and Wednesday, I work Thursday and then I have three days off”

He nodded.

“Time for some rest. Do you plan on picking up shifts?” you shook your head again, finally turning your head to face him.

“No, I don’t think I can. As much as I want to work and do things, I just can’t anymore. It’s been years since that fight Giyuu, years. My body will never be the same and I still can’t accept it” You moved, reaching to turn off the water. Giyuu was up in a second, unwrapping the towel you had placed for yourself, holding it open as you emerged to be wrapped in it. You gave him a soft smile. Even when you were exhausted, eye bags darker than yesterdays, movements slower and less powerful, you were beautiful in everyway.

“I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do for you. I would take your pain away in an instant. I would make you a hashira again and personally tell you where to go, but I can’t.” You moved to sit on the stool in front of the sink, the same one you did your makeup on and brushed your teeth at night on.

“Did you eat?”

“M’not hungry,” you mumbled between toothpaste and water.

“So we’re ordering in. I’ll go look at what’s around. You get dressed and we’ll watch a movie. Do you have the good pajama’s?” You lifted the stack of clothing on the counter, the shorts and tank top set that came with a matching robe you loved. It wasn’t hot, but it was comfortable and easy to take off when giyuu’s body overheated. “Always ahead of me” Giyuu left after placing a kiss on your wet hair, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before he disappeared. If there was one thing Giyuu wished for in life, it would be to take over the mission that injured you. The surgery was tedious. You were bedridden for days before the surgeon deemed you strong enough to walk. The damage was too extensive for Shinobu to handle, plates and rods needed to be put in place of a couple of spinal discs. The team of surgeons were excellent, patient and informative as it came to recovery. The mental toll is what took the most from you. Demon slaying had been a part of your life since you were 14, training after school to join when you came of age. Your grandparents had been killed at the hands of a demon and after that, you vowed never to lose another person.

            Straightening the sheets before changing out of his uniform and into something lighter, he turned on the string of lights you hung behind the bed and lit the candle you had been obsessed with. Giyuu shuffled around the room, straightening things before he climbed into bed and turned on the tv, going right to the pick of comfort movies you relied on when you weren’t feeling your best. He would let you choose which one as he scrolled through nearby restaurants that delivered. Maybe something sweeter? Breakfast for dinner? A warm stack of pancakes drizzled in syrup sweeter than necessary? Or maybe you wanted something spicy, to focus on the burn of your tongue rather than the pain in your spine and down your legs.

“How was work?” You emerged from the bathroom wrapped in your robe. The soft fabric made you look smaller, showcased the exhaustion in your body as you sunk into it. You didn’t remove it as you crawled in next to him, immediately tucking yourself under his arm and laying your head on his chest. It was small things that made him feel like the luckiest man, and being able to provide any comfort while you deal with these reoccurring pains makes him feel on top of the world.

“Nothing exciting. Rengoku leaves tonight to go south with Uzui. Something about a horde, something the two of them can handle easily.” You nodded, nothing exciting, reminding you that you weren’t missing the mundane. “Shinobu and Mitsuri say hi. They were asking me if I would ask you about a girls’ night. I don’t know why they go through me. They have phones. They know where we live.” You chuckled, you often joked that Giyuu was your own personal crow, he was always conveniently there when you needed to tell someone else something.

“It’s more fun using you.” He scoffed, lightly flicking your forehead before turning back to his phone.

“What were you thinking? I was looking at breakfast or spicy” you looked at both the options, scrolling through as he held the phone between both of you.

“breakfast sounds nice, Blueberry pancakes” He nodded, putting in order details and finalizing everything before putting his phone down. He pulled you closer, letting you entangle your legs with his own as he looked at movies.

“What about this?” The wind rises. It was an achingly beautiful story that always made you feel warm and fuzzy. You nodded, pulling the blankets up to your chin and moving it high enough on Giyuu that he was mostly covered. Your pain would never go away, and you would continue to manage it the best you could, but he was going to do everything in his power to make sure you never suffered alone. Giyuu Tomioka was determined to make you feel loved, safe, and comfortable until the day he died.

[toournextadventure]

movie night hcs next please ( nsfw or sfw whatever your genius brain offers if you want )

Absolutely I can! These are headcanons after the events of "hate crime" just so y'all can get the vibe of where they are in their relationship

(Minors stay BACK 🤺)

The gf mask stays ON during sex 🤨

Okay not all the time, but for real, sometimes it's just the perfect time to get a little freaky. Like after a murder :)

You and Tara both need therapy. You need therapy hard. Like, bare minimum 25yrs of therapy. But since only nerds go to therapy (your words), freaky post-murder sex is gonna have to do

Tara 👏 is 👏 a 👏 mean 👏 power 👏 bottom 👏

But if you wine and dine her properly first (not fancy, she likes the casual dates), she's a lot softer. So soft you could almost consider it lovemaking. Until she realizes she's being soft, then it's back to her being mean (endearing)

The two of you are complete opposites when it comes to a good lay. You're cracking jokes, trying to make her laugh or smile, anything to break that outward demeanor of hers and give her the space to lower her walls for even just a few minutes

On the other hand, Tara is all serious. She had absolutely 0 control over the attacks, and this is one of the few times that she can be in full control of every aspect. She can create a genuine safe space

The only exception to her total control is if you're post-murder and just happen to start flirting. And getting handsy. And whispering things that you very much shouldn't be whispering when you're both covered in blood

Aftercare is a MUST

You've got snacks, drinks, treats, movies, the whole shebang. There might not be an immediate bath or shower, but that always happens eventually, complete with bath salts, a candle, and maybe a shower steamer if you're in a bit of a rush

Walks through the city are also part of aftercare. It's always nice to get some fresh air, see the sunset, listen to the birds in the park. It helps to bring you both down from the high that always follows

(Sometimes you both go on a walk after a murder too. You know, to ease the adrenaline)

If you're lucky. If you're really lucky and catch Tara on a good day, and all the planets are aligned and Mercury is in microwave and you witnessed the second coming of christ, you can have a genuine soft night with her. As a treat

Gentle touches, slow kisses, no rush at all. You can kiss every freckle and scar and kiss love into her skin everywhere you go. It's not as intense as usual, and not near as dirty, but it's one of the best nights of the month

Just make sure you properly enjoy it, because she's gonna be back to being mean the next morning. But it's her most endearing quality :)

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

hi! idk really know if you’re taking requests. i hope you are hehe.

i’ve been sick with a stomach flu the past few days and it got me thinking if you could do a svechy blurb of how he’d be if reader were sick (no necessarily stomach flu 🫠).

thanks! and i love your fics xx

oh no!! the stomach flu is the literal worst - i hope you’re staying hydrated and feeling better ☺️ i’m always taking requests, even if it takes me forever to get to them lol. i’ve got a few thoughts on andrei with a sick reader and the last fic i posted is a little more on that topic too! but let’s get into some headcanons

definitely realizes when you’re getting sick because you’re quieter or cranky and aren’t acting like yourself

pretty bossy when you insist that you’re fine and you don’t need to sleep - he usually just frogmarches you up to the bedroom and tucks you in

brings gatorade and toast and yogurt and whatever snacks you feel like eating

once tried to make chicken soup, but set off the smoke alarm so now he just orders it in when you’re sick

does the pharmacy run and buys tissues and nyquil and cough drops, even picks up vicks vaporub and those little shower steamer tablets so you can unclog your sinuses with a nice hot scented shower

also runs you really bubbly baths for you to soak and nap in

surprises you with a new book or magazine when he comes back from the pharmacy so you’ll have something to keep you entertained

will cuddle with you if you need him to and you only insist on it if you’re feeling better because you don’t want to get him sick

but also he runs hot so it’s nice to curl up against him when you’re feeling cold and yucky

andrei definitely holds your hair back when you’re vomiting, rubs circles on your back and tries to be as soothing as possible even though he’s trying not to vomit himself (def could see him being a sympathetic puker or just getting triggered by the vomiting noises)

he lets you pick the tv show even if it means cheesy romcoms or garbage reality tv

if he’s away or has to leave when you’re not feeling well, he’ll text and call when he gets a chance so he can see how you’re feeling

if you fall asleep on the couch, he’ll cover you with a blanket instead of trying to move you

definitely has called his mom for her random cold remedies to try out on you - some of them work, some of them make you feel worse but you’ll never tell elena that

tries to pump you full of pressed juices and wellness shots even though you think they’re disgusting and just want some jello

lets you steal as many hoodies and sweats as you want from his closet so you’re comfortable

once when you had laryngitis, he jokingly brought you a little bell to use to call for him and then promptly hid the bell when you abused the power

mostly just tries to help you feel better as best as he can, even if that means just stroking your hair while you try to sleep