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[budsandberries]

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[pyract0]

Random thoughts with hsr men: shower edition

☪Includes: Dan heng, Jing yuan, Blade, Aventurine, Sunday, Sampo + bonus ☪This is so unserious but I had some thoughts for it. Slowly gets more chaotic as it goes. ☪No defined gender or pronouns, referred to as "you", nothing explicit just fluff

୨♡୧ Dan heng who sets the shower temperature to only cold water, as low as it can go. ୨♡୧ Dan heng who due to his species being connected to the sea, has a lower tolerance to higher temperatures. ୨♡୧ Dan heng who happens to forget you aren't like him, being able to comfortably enjoy the warmth, drags you in to the near freezing flow. ୨♡୧ Dan heng who is then forced to try and shower while you cling to his side and use him for heat, but can't find it in himself to complain as he pulls you impossibly closer to his chest.

-`♡´- Jing yuan who unlike his old friend, has his showers unbearable hot. -`♡´- Jing yuan who watches you try and get a tolerance for his temperature preference, while chuckling at your pained yelps. -`♡´- Jing yuan who sits on the floor of the shower (you took away his stool privileges) while you spend a bit too long tying to wash through his mane of hair. -`♡´- Jing yuan who falls asleep in the shower and refuses to wake until you finish, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead as a thank you for your hard work.

♱✮♱ Blade who doesn't see a point in regular showers around his long life and missions that span on for up to months at a time. ♱✮♱ Blade who only agreed to shower with you after you dragged him in, glaring at you as his bangs flop over his eyes. ♱✮♱ Blade who stands in the corner for most of the time while you shower, with you forcefully washing his hair and detangling it. ♱✮♱ Blade who the whole time acts like he hates it with his whole being, but he can't hide the twitch at the corner of his mouth listening to you talk his ear off in such an intimate area.

♠︎♦️♠︎ Aventurine who takes his self care very seriously, making sure the water is set to the perfect temperature to benefit his skin and hair. ♠︎♦️♠︎ Aventurine who spends a long time on every step in his routine, only the best for him as he would say. ♠︎♦️♠︎ Aventurine who helps you to do the same, taking his time to rinse your hair over and over with each product he applies. ♠︎♦️♠︎ Aventurine who finally finishes after you've sat on the floor resting against his leg or the wall for over half a system hour, pulling you up and helping you dry off while he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into your shoulder.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Sunday who enjoys these intimate moments with you the most, just a simple time to unwind and relax with you without interruption. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Sunday who spends a long time scrubbing your scalp for you while letting you return the favour for his wings, having you shampoo the soft feathers with the upmost care. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Sunday who, much like a bird, shakes his wings to remove the excess water build up, and who accidently flicks soap into your eyes on more than one occasion. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Sunday who can't help but laugh at your misery as you forcefully rub your eyes until they're red, but as an apology cradles your face in his soft hands and places a loving kiss on your lips as an apology.

𓆩⚝𓆪 Sampo who often needs you to remind him to shower, having you pull him from whatever he's doing at a decent time. 𓆩⚝𓆪 Sampo who sometimes is a bit slow, stepping into the running shower just to have you force him out in disgust upon realising he wore still had his now damp socks on. 𓆩⚝𓆪 Sampo who sometimes gets distracted while talking to you and slips on the soapy floor, landing flat on his ass and whining into your leg after clutching onto it. 𓆩⚝𓆪 Sampo who after your shower, hangs off your back like a leech and pampers you with kisses for being an angel and helping him, who only stops when you smack him with your towel so you can finally dry off.

Bonus:

• ➵ ✩ Boothill who got the idea of showering together from hearing couples talk about it, finally making the move after seeing your drowsy figure and sluggish actions walk past him. • ➵ ✩ Boothill who was ecstatic at the opportunity, practically dragging you to your shared bathroom and giving you a sharkish grin. • ➵ ✩ Boothill who didn't think of how... shocking your shower together might have been, completely forgetting about his cyborg anatomy. • ➵ ✩ Boothill who sits next to you after getting healed for your electrothermal burns, rubbing his face against your chest like a cat and looking like he'd start crying if that was even possible for him anymore, only meeting your eyes after you place a kiss to his crown and let him know you're okay.

ׂ╰┈➤ Note Longer fic for Jing yuan, Sunday and Boothill here!

[archangeldyke-all]

Hear me out, comforting Sevika.

She just lost the closest thing to her best friend, has to take over his responsibilities, and take over Jinx duties plus the addition of Isha. Poor baby is stressed.

Imagine this. After giving Jinx the guest bedroom, setting Isha up in the same room(I feel like she would want to sleep on the floor, she seems like that type of kid.) Gently coaxing Sevika into the bath, washing her hair with the expensive shampoo and conditioner that made her hair the texture she loved so much. Then settling with her in the bed, bringing out the protein infused Peanut MnMs(I feel like she would be a protein fiend.) and setting her favorite record on before cuddling until you both fall asleep.

Just a moment of peace among a war, I dunno I need to hug her rn,

oh yeah i love this soft shit like this

gonna combine this with two more asks (just to spoil the shit outta her hehe)

@lushh-s3vik4s: Can we hear about the stories when sevika was younger? Like the trouble she got into 🤭 like reader and sev just chilling on the couch and she starts telling reader about what she did as a child 🤭🤭

and @cewl-casper: PLEASE ANYTHING WITH EATING SEVIKA OUTTTTT. The new episodes got me feeling some type of way. I NEED TO BE BRUIED BETWEEN HER THIGHS

men and minors dni

isha eats four servings of dinner, then passes out on jinx's shoulder, snoring and drooling at the dinner table.

you chuckle, shaking your head at the pair. "seems like you've been jinxed, jinx." you say.

she huffs. "she won't leave me alone."

"'s the same thing silco said when he first took you in." sevika mumbles across the table.

jinx rolls her eyes, but you can see a tiny smile pulling at her lips.

you gently nudge her foot under the table, pulling her wandering eyes to you. "tell me the stories about sev as a kid." you request. sevika groans beside you, and jinx grins.

"you never told her?!" jinx asks, pointing at sevika with glee. sevika buries her face in her hands, and you chuckle, kissing her forehead.

"it's fuckin' embarrassing--"

"she'd go up to piltover dressed in this frilly, ruffly dress, find the biggest mansion she could, then she'd put on the waterworks, tears and snot all over. when someone would come outside to see what's wrong she'd say she was lost. 'course the suckers would take her in and call the enforcers-- but by the time they got off the horn she'd be gone-- and so would as much of their silver as she could carry." jinx giggles.

you grin, looking over at your wife. "how old were you?"

"i dunno. i started when i was five but i kept at it until i was like twelve." she says with a shrug. you laugh.

"she tried to teach me and vi how to do it when we were kids, but i could never get the crying right, and vi refused to wear the dress." jinx chuckles.

you smile, kissing sevika's cheek and stacking the plates on the table. "jinx, i want the two of you to stay here until shit up top blows over." you say. sevika huffs beside you, but she doesn't say anything to revoke the offer. jinx pouts, her pink eyes fluttering back and forth as she tries to think of a way to worm her way out of the request. "where the fuck else are you gonna go?" you ask. "half of zaun is looking to turn you in for some cash, and there's a fuckin' team of enforcers gassing the streets to find you. c'mon. take it as my thank you for fixing sevika's new arm."

finally, jinx relents with a gusty sigh. "fine. we'll stay." she says. sevika grunts and takes the plates to the kitchen. when she's gone from sight, jinx whispers. "thank you."

you smile and shoot the kid a wink, walking to the living room to make up the pull out couch for her and isha. you'll make them both bathe tomorrow-- tonight, they need sleep.

isha doesn't stir as jinx settles her under the covers, and before you can even turn the lights off for her, jinx is passed out beside isha, one of her arms curled around the girl.

you chuckle, pulling the blankets over jinx's shoulders before heading to the bathroom.

sevika stumbles in as you're drawing up a bath.

"get in." you gesture to the tub. sevika raises an eyebrow at you.

"you're awfully bossy tonight." she says, slowly working to strip her clothes. you chuckle, holding her hand as she steps into the tub, then gently helping her arrange her new arm so it doesn't get in the water.

sevika sighs, her eyes falling shut and her shoulder slumping as the steam and bubbles envelop her.

"who were you all fighting?" you ask, dragging a stool over to the tub.

sevika chuckles. "vi's an enforcer now. jinx wanted to kill 'er. didn't work."

you snort and shake your head, starting to lather up a washcloth. "poor jinx." you say. sevika quirks an eyebrow at you and you shrug. "lost silco and found out her sister joined the force that killed her own parents within the span of a week. same week she became a mother, too." you say.

sevika snorts a bit.

"isha's a cute kid, eh?" she asks. you chuckle.

"you're a sucker. 's so cute." you tease, leaning forward and kissing her head as you scrub her back.

sevika sighs, leaning into your touch. "you take such good care'a me." she whispers.

you chuckle. "'s sorta my job isn't it? 's why you gave me my ring?"

sevika's responding grin is dazzling, her flesh arm reaching out of the tub to grab your own, fondling the ring she'd given you so many years ago. "guess so, yeah." she whispers, kissing your hand.

you take your time washing her off, massaging her shoulders and scrubbing her scalp, waiting until she's sunk down so far under the water's surface that only her nose is sticking out before pulling the plug and helping her get up.

sevika's sleepy while you dry her off and herd her toward your bedroom, and she doesn't question it when you push her down into bed before dressing her up in her jammies.

it's only when you spread her legs and kneel down in front of her that she starts to catch on, a smirk forming on her lips. "we're doing the whole baby-making thing wrong. think we're supposed to fuck before the kid shows up." sevika jokes.

you snort, kissing up her thigh toward her cunt. sevika spreads her legs farther, sighing as she relaxes back on her elbows. "think you can stay quiet?" you ask, your breath puffing on her cunt. sevika nods down at you with stars in her eyes.

"yeah. i'll bite the pillow." she says, dragging your pillow down the bed to rest beside her.

you smirk, reaching up to pinch her chin and drag her down for a quick kiss, before pushing her down to lay on the bed and burying your face between her thick, powerful thighs.

sevika sighs, pulling the pillow up over her mouth as you start licking long stripes up her cunt, groaning at the taste of her.

there's nothing quite like taking sevika apart like this. she's so fucking strong, her thighs are so powerful-- she could crush you in an instant if she wanted to.

but she doesn't. instead, she lets herself melt into the mattress, giving herself over to you completely. it's a huge show of vulnerability and trust, and it turns you on immensely.

you suck her clit into your mouth and sevika squeaks, her thighs twitching in pleasure. you chuckle against her, sinking your nails into her hips to pull her closer to you. fuck, you could die happy right here, drowning between her legs as she muffles her groans into your pillow.

"you take such good care of everybody, sev." you pull away to whisper, kissing her cunt as you speak. "you gonna lemme take care of you now?" you ask. sevika nods, reaching down with her flesh arm to grab your hand. you chuckle, intertwining your fingers with hers. "fuck. i love you so fuckin' much baby. could die happy between your legs." you sigh before ducking back down and shoving your tongue inside her.

sevika's back arches off the bed, one of her legs hooking around your shoulder to pull you closer to her. you're sloppy and loud as you eat, sucking and slurping on her like she's a ripe peach. you pray to every god you know that jinx and isha are still sleeping, because with the way you're groaning and moaning into her cunt, you're certain you can be heard through your flimsy bedroom door.

sevika's whole body tenses up, her nails dig into the back of your hand, and she cums with a muffled "love you!"

you groan as you lick up her cum, happy to keep eating to your heart's content. sevika has different plans though, and she squeaks as she shoves your face away from her pussy.

you crawl up onto bed beside her, smiling at her as she tries to catch her breath. sevika blushes a little at the sight of you. "you're covered in my cum." she whispers.

"aren't i lucky?" you ask.

sevika snorts, then pulls you in for a kiss. "not as lucky as me." she says against your lips. you grin.

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[zevrra]

JJK—

synopsis: just some random hc’s i have for the men of jjk!

tags: fluff only, the men of jjk, nanami kento, choso kamo, geto suguru, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, hc’s, short & sweet

creator notes: part 2

nanami !!

— is totally that “i will take care of you in every aspect” guy but i secretly think he’s pretty possessive too

— doesn’t get jealous easily

— flip flops between being a total morning person (on his days off) but the days he has to “work” he’s the opposite

— love/hate relationship with coffee bc he def drinks 8 cups of it every morning and feels gross after he does it

— the epitome of cleanliness and perfect hygiene

— like 100% he uses top of the line shampoo and body washes and after shaves and cologne!!

— ALWAYS smells good and it’s a mix of amber, some kinda wood, and probably something soft like vanilla

— feel like he’s cheap when it comes to stuff for himself but anytime it involves you, he’s buying you the best of the best

— leaves you notes all over the place whether it’s on the fridge, next to your side of the bed, sending flowers to your work space with a note attached, all just to tell you how much he cares and loves you

— willingly works overtime for you :3

choso !!

— sleeps until 4 pm every day

— a true night owl, mans HATES the sun

— feel like he’s super photogenic but hates taking photos unless you’re taking them

— would work any electronic like an elderly man

— “i can’t find the settings on this thing. where is it i’ve been looking for it for 15 minutes!” “it’s right here” “oh. how did you do that?”

— either has no scent at all or smells like iron/cinnamon/or straight up blood im so sorry skshskhkdhsk

— you both match everything from jewelry, especially rings, to outfits

— sleepy eye bags 24/7!!!

— takes a 5 minute shower but sits in the bathroom on his phone watching the loudest videos he can for 45 mins before he gets in

— loves spicy food!!

geto !!

— leaves gifts in your rooms without a word

— is the type to “i saw it and it reminded me of you so i got it”

— loves wholeheartedly. full chest, heart, mind, body, and soul

— willingly hands you his hoodie after he’s done wearing it

— quality time & gift giving is his love language!!

— heavy on quality time, he wants to sit or stand beside you and just coexist 24/7

— matching tattoos and piercings

— scary guard dog bf!!!!

— actually doesn’t mean to be but he kind of loves it a lot when other guys run away from you(him)

— his pet names for you range from “babe” to “stinky” and everything in between

— probably smells like sage & citrus

— he takes the longesssst showers ever and always invites you to them

— let’s you braid his hair, falls asleep every time you do it

gojo !!

— wants to touch you constantly!

— you’re either holding his hand or sitting in his lap anytime you two are together

— loves loves loves hugs

— gossip QUEEN! omg he’s so nosy

— “did you HEAR about this????” and it’s either the most basic information or straight up gossip gold

— always emphasizes the MY in his pet names for you

— “oh my love!” “my darling.” “hmm my princess?”

— a jealous, jealous man >:3

— loves to show you off until someone other than himself looks at you jshsjshk

— is the type of dude who acts all funny and tough in public but the second it’s just the two of you, at home, he wants to be babied and have his back scratched 24/7

— doesn’t tell you when it’s going to be chilly out so he gets to tease you as he hands you his warm jacket

— plans surprise dates all the time

toji !!

— is never caught wearing anything other than sweat pants

— wore a suit once for your first date and then never put it back on

— his love language is probably a mix between physical touch and gift giving

— has a hand always placed on your thigh!!

— his favorite season is winter and when you ask him why he just says he likes the cold

— it probably also has to do with wanting to keep you warm too

— is the type to: “i hate wearing bracelets” “ok ill just take it back” “no fuck you i’m gonna wear it and never take it off”

— literally keeps everything you give him in a box so he doesn’t lose them

— uses 13 and 1 shampoo

— calls you his old lady(affectionate) unironically

— smells like cigarettes and cheap ass beer KSHSKHS

— when he’s actually clean and sober he probably smells more like heavy wood and fire/smoke

— is a massive HEATER when he sleeps and he always sleeps on his back

— sleeps in the nude

[funniestpersonalivefr]

could you do aftercare hcs for the resident evil men and women?

aftercare (resident evil men)

im dropping the other half with this one i promise 🙏. anyways obviously some nsfw themes so mdni and this is not proofread. include; albert wesker, leon kennedy, chris redfield, carlos oliveira, and ethan winters.

albert wesker:

he's not the best at it

to be fair you are probably the first person he cares about

wesker just lacks the experience with aftercare

if you bring it up he'll def start making more of an effort

he will leave immediately for work

wesker's arms are around you. he's holding you close, you can feel his breath on your neck. your hands comb through his blonde hair, disheveled from the night's activities. you're covered in hickeys, your hips have bruises from his grip. as the two of you sit in the silence, about to fall asleep, his phone goes off.

he sighs as he moves out of your touch in order to check. you watch his face, his jaw clenches in frustration as he reads the message.

"i'm sorry," is all he says as he gets up, getting dressed. just like that, with a kiss on your forehead, he's gone.

leon kennedy:

leon is a gentleman

he's such a sweetheart to you afterwards

he insists on cleaning up

leon is constantly wanting to improve

sometimes it feels like he's asking for a performance review

"are you okay?" he asks. leon takes a wash cloth and gently cleans the mess he left between your thighs. you nod your head at him, running your fingers through his hair.

"yeah, i'm fine," you reply back to him. he hums in response as he finishes cleaning up before he clears his throat.

"so uh, how did i do?" he asks somewhat sheepishly. you giggle at him, pulling him in for a kiss.

"leon, i can barely walk, you did amazing." he smiles at your response.

chris redfield:

king

everything about chris is huge so he's always taking such good care of you after sex

he's making sure he wasn't too rough

expect a bubble bath and massage from him

and he's gonna wanna cuddle after all of that

the two of you sit in the warm bathtub, chris is behind you as he helps clean you up. his touch is gentle as he places kisses along your shoulders.

you are relaxed into his touch, his hands gently massage shampoo into your scalp. any knots from your muscles disappear with his touch.

"you did so good for me," he mumbles into your skin as he kisses over the marks left behind. you smile and hum, moving just enough to capture his lips with yours.

carlos oliveira:

he's not big on like doing an entire bubble bath

however like chris everything about carlos is huge so he'll make sure you're okay

carlos is another one who can get rough in the heat of the moment

he'll plant a kiss on every mark to 'kiss it better'

big cuddler too

"you okay?" carlos asks, he's still hovering above you, looking down. you smile and nod, pulling him in for a kiss.

you pull away to give him an actual answer, "i've never been better." he chuckles at your words as he moves to get off you.

as he flops down next to you, he's quick to pull you against his bare chest. you rest your head, listening to his heartbeat. you let out a yawn, your exhaustion was evident. carlos smiled, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back to encourage you to sleep.

ethan winters:

another sweetheart

ethan whimpers is a bottom, just need to get that off my chest

you are probably cleaning him up

however he is all over you after that

expect so many kisses and cuddles from him

you press a kiss to ethan's forehead as you climb off of him, his face is flushed as he catches his breath. you're quickly cleaning him up, he whimpers a little from your touch. you smile up at him, pressing another kiss to the side of his face.

once you return, he's wrapped around you. he buries his head into the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses there. the feeling of his breath tickles, and you laugh a little as you pull him close.

"i love you so much," he mumbles against your skin as he falls asleep in your arms.

[jjkamochoso]

soooo what about the jjk men cuddling reader idk it's been on my mind lately and it won't go away😭 also stay healthy ❤️❤️❤️❤️

YESSSSS omg so freaking cute and such a lovely idea!!! Thanks for sending in this request, I really hope you enjoy this <3 :) sorry it’s kinda short even tho it took so long!! Much love to you, stay healthy as well!! <3

Cuddling with the JJK Men!

Fluff

JJK Men x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Yuji:

I see Yuji as a hugger and that trait definitely extends into his cuddling with you as well. You're the tree and he's the koala--his arms and legs would be wrapped around you at all times, especially after an exhausting day or when he's feeling upset about something. He finds comfort in holding on to you tightly, giving your cheek a sweet kiss when he’s feeling extra sentimental. Cuddles with him happen often when you two are watching a movie!

Megumi:

Megumi is a reluctant cuddler. He's not huge into physical touch, but he loves being close to you. Therefore, he likes when you take the initiative and lie your head on his thigh or lap, that way you two can enjoy each other's company without invading personal space too much. In that position, he enjoys resting a hand in your hair while he reads a book or scrolls on his phone.

Yuta:

Suuuuper clingy after he gets over his initial shyness around you. I think Yuta would love to keep a protective hold on you while cuddling, opting to be the big spoon if you were lying down together. He finds comfort in resting his nose in your hair, the scent of your shampoo having a calming effect on his nerves. You love to cuddle him after a particularly stressful day!

Inumaki:

This boy is clingier than plastic wrap when it comes to cuddling. He doesn’t want to know where his body ends and yours begins, that’s how close he loves to be with you. He keeps his arms tight around you as if you were a teddy bear and he likes to tuck his head into your neck, his breath tickling your skin. He loves to cuddle after playing video games with you.

Noritoshi:

I feel like Noritoshi would be a very classic cuddler; he likes to rest an arm around your shoulder while you cozy into the side of his body, nuzzling your face into his soft robes. Cuddling with him as you both watch the rain gently run down the window in front of you is your absolute favorite.

Todo:

This man oozes passion with everything he does and cuddling is certainly no exception. Aoi loves to scoop you up bridal style and set you on his lap while on the couch, one hand moving from under your knees to on top of your thigh while you get comfy against his broad chest. You two love to cuddle while listening to music (yes, you too have a fondness for Takada-chan!)

Ino:

Ino is a big sweetie and I think his goofiness would carry over into cuddling sessions as well. He loves to cuddle face to face with you, the feeling of your breath fanning against his nose bringing him copious amounts of joy. He also likes to playfully boop your nose with his finger or his own nose, giggling like the lovesick fool he is. You find yourselves cuddling as often as possible—he’s very touchy!

Gojo:

Ah, the human pretzel Satoru. His legs wrap around yours in ways you didn’t think were humanly possible, yet is surprisingly comfortable. This position is perfect for him because he likes the comfort in knowing you’re still there beside him all throughout the night. You two find that the best time to cuddle is when you fall asleep.

Geto:

Suguru, being the tall man he is, likes to envelop your entire body as the big spoon while cuddling in bed. Even if you’re his height or taller, he doesn’t care; he loves to keep you close to his chest while resting his chin on your head. Cuddling normally happens first thing in the morning since you drift apart sometimes during the night and he misses feeling your touch.

Nanami:

Kento loves the idea of keeping you within arm’s reach, but isn’t the biggest fan of always having somebody in his personal space. His favorite way to cuddle you is having you drape your legs across his lap while on the couch. That way, he can lovingly caress your legs with the swipe of his thumb or give you a leg or foot massage while you can gaze upon the chiseled jawline of the handsome man in front of you. Cuddles normally happen after dinner!

Choso:

This man LOVES to cuddle you from behind while you’re standing! You could be doing literally anything and you’ll know his hands will snake around your waist while his chin rests on your head or the crook of your neck. Choso relishes in the feeling of having you in his reach at all times, loving how your bodies nestle perfectly together. More times than not, he cuddles you while you wait for dinner to be ready.

Toji:

Toji adores having you sit between his legs with your back pressed against his sturdy chest. It makes him relaxed to know you’re safe in his arms and he’s keeping a protective yet loving hold on you. It’s also the perfect spot to plant sneaky kisses onto your neck and shoulder. It takes some effort to get him to agree to cuddles, but he enjoys them the most after he showers and is ready to relax after a long day of training or working.

[distressxox]

Could you do some bath/shower headcanons or scenarios of the kengan boys with their s/o. (Could you please include wakatsuki and agito pls🙏)

OOOOH I've been waiting for this one

Kengan Men: Bathing with their S/O

Content: Fluff, Intimacy

Ohma Tokita

• This man REEKS Escpecially after training. You have to force him to take a shower, there is no other way.

• He's never gotten used to showering, as he used to just bathe in lakes, rivers, and watering holes.

• Prefers cooler showers because of that. Doesn't mind if it's warm, but If it's too hot then he just takes matters into his own hands and turns it down again.

• He can bathe just fine on his own, but he usually drags you in with him just because he can.

• Just seeing his body with water dripping down his sculpted body is MMMMMMM scrumptious. You never miss out on a chance like this.

• Prefers to face you while showering. You usually do your own separate things instead of being all over eachother like washing his hair and back. But sometimes you have to remind him to do things like wash his under his armpits and put conditioner in his hair.

• And he just likes to look at you (oogle at your body nonchalantly). He can get a little handsy at times, but that's because he's curiously admiring you

Lihito / Ichiro Nakata

• He begs you to take a shower with him, or you seduce him into take a shower with you.

• Likes showers on the warmer side. He does work in cold storage, so it makes sense.

• Most of the time it ends it heavy petting and a make out sesh. Or going a little further. It's one of his favorite places to do it anyways....

• "Wash my back for me?" "Is that even a question?"

• Is good at getting the knots out of your hair with his strong fingers. He just really likes how your hair looks and feels when you put conditioner in it.

• Sometimes he just hugs you and holds you in his arms while swaying gently from side to side. You could just fall asleep because of his body AND the water temperature.

• His hair is extremely fluffy when it dries off. He looks like a pomeranian and it's adorable.

Raian Kure

• Prefers to shower alone. That's just how he is. Until you're in the shower alone and he just barges in or sneaks up on you.

• Likes to use the excuse that he's just saving water by showering with you. Like BOY- your dad is paying the bill.

• His showers are HOT, be warned if you ever want to join him in one. Unless you also take hot showers, you're his soulmate then.

• He takes showers when he's angry or upset at something just to let off steam. Sometimes he just drags you in and then [REDACTED]

• Buys you your own shampoo / conditoner / hair oils / etc in his bathroom for you just incase. Until you guys live together that is

• It's the best to cuddle with him right after he showers cause he smells like coconuts and aloe. You can't get your nose off of him and he appreciates the attention very much

• He doesn't take baths, but if he walks in on you taking one the clothes are coming off and he's diving in.

Gaolang Wongsawat

• Another Alone shower-er. He considers showering together to be intimate and romantic. It has to come naturally, he has to be in the mood, otherwise no dice.

• Has the best hair washes, to keep his long hair silky and clean. You don't need to ask twice to use them, what's his is yours.

• Cold showers. But will turn up the temp when you're in there with him.

• Can take care of himself and also take care of you while showering with him. Your back pressed into his chest. Him slowly and sensually scrubbing your skin with a cloth as he kisses your neck.

• Likes to massage your scalp with shampoo, seeing you sigh in bliss as his fingers gently rub and knead your hair.

• Neither of you have to say a word, just look at eachother passionately and feel the water on your skin. My god this man with wet hair is such a turn on.

• Date Night baths. Reserved only for date nights. No other times will he take a bath.

Saw Paing Yoroizuka

• Is also used to bathing in watering holes / lakes as he did in Burma and his village. So you have to teach him shower etiquette. He prefers baths to showers anyways.

• He's always excited for bath time, and will always ask you to join him for one. Makes a pouty face if you say no.

• Warm baths all the way. Cause he's always all fired up anyways.

• Usually talks your ear off, but in a quieter tone of voice instead of his usual yelling. He usually sits on one side while you sit on the other.

• If he's feeling extra cuddly he'll pull you into his back. Maybe give you a back rub as you tend to your hair.

• Onces he's in, he never wants to leave. Same with showers, so you have to figure how to coerce him to come back out.

• Maybe some sweet talking will do the trick, he's like a puppy when it comes to that stuff.

Kanoh Agito

• It is very rare that you'll ever shower with him. Ever. He is very strict when it comes to his whole shower routine. But when that rare chance comes, it comes.

• If you ever shower with him, that means he's feeling extra vulnerable...and I guess you could say passionate.

• When showering with him, he likes to show his companionship to you by washing your body, shampooing and conditioning your hair. Hell he'll even shave your legs, the man is skilled with a razor.

• Showers, then soaks in the tub for maybe 15 minutes. He likes both pretty hot, not as scalding as Raians though.

• Sometimes gets the hot and cold faucets mixed up. The look on his face when cold water rains down on him is *chefs kiss*

• Don't expect anything else to happen though. Shower time is for showering, and bath time is for bathing

• You come out feeling sleepy and relaxed. Like you just had a day at the spa. You fall asleep as soon as you hit the bed, which Agito finds to be fascinating yet attractive.

Wakatsuki Takeshi

• Will either ask you straight up if you want to shower with him. OR make sure you get the hint that he wants you to join him by walking past you in only a towel.

• Nothing makes him more happy than his s/o, naked, and willing to spend time with him even in the shower.

• Shower temp depends on his mood, but let's you decide anyways.

• Takes every ounce of his will not to put his hands all over you. He absolutely adores your body and wants to worship every inch of it.

• Can't take baths in a normal tub because of his muscle mass / density. As soon as he sits down in one the water rises and the floor is flooded.

• Let's you shave his face for him once you're done with everything else. Sits you on his lap and let's you gently scrape away the stubble. Will not let you shave his goatee though. Attacks you with kisses afterwards.

• Draws messages on the steamy mirror for you. Sometimes they're sweet, sometimes they're dirty.

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[harpsinfinity]

The welcome you deserve

Leon kennedy X gn!reader

Genre: fluff

REQUESTS OPEN !!

No warnings for this one, just wholesomeness :)

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It seemed like the world was weighing him down with each step he dared to take, anchoring him. But he wouldn't let that stop him, the heavy drag of his boots against the floor couldn't keep him away from his love. Hell, even if the world burned down he'd still make sure you were right there. Safe and protected in his loving arms.

Finally he thought, home at last. Away from whatever the hell kind of hell he faced during his time parted from you. His movements were almost sluggish, eyes laced with exhaustion as he managed to swing the door to your home open.

There, you were greeted with your, very tired, boyfriend. His hulking form almost slumped, as if he was to fall over flat on his face any minute. His eyes met yours, a shine of adoration for you breaking through them.

"welcome home, baby"

A smile graced your lips as you let the man inside before wrapping your arms around him. Trying to give him your best bear hug. You couldn't have been more joyful that Leon had come home, even if he was worse for wear. You'd always build him back up though, always.

Your hand connects with the side of his face, leaning up on your tip toes to press a loving kiss to his lips. Oh, how you'd missed the feeling of his lips on yours, how he held you in his arms and gave you praise after praise.

Leon mumbles a "missed you, angel" a huff of fondness coming from him.

You took one good look at his worn out form, clicking your tongue as you decided it was time to give this man the best pampering session, and sleep, of his life. He deserved it after all, for being so strong and brave during his mission, protecting the country from all those hellish creatures.

"c'mon, let's get you cleaned up" you chimed.

With a tired nod, Leon allows you to take his hand in yours, threading your fingers together, and lead him to your shared bathroom where he'd be lulled into a world of tranquility.

In no time your ran a bath, filled with warm water and all the bubbles someone could wish for. You even lighted candles and scent sticks, you really went all out for your boyfriend. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon was both comforting for welcoming, something Leon had been looking forward to.

You helped Leon out of his clothes, tossing them in the washing basket for the next days washing session. The pair of you entered the bath, letting Leon rest his weary head against your chest. The warm water caressed his muscles, such a satisfying feeling after being caked in sweat and grime with no way of removing it. Leon always found it to be such an awful feeling.

From there, you gave the blonde mop on his head a wash. He was due a haircut but, that could wait until he was well rested. Your fingers made careful work of massaging the shampoo into his scalp, you used yours as per his request. It pulled quiet groans of content from him, feeling the tenseness of his muscles vanish with each scrub.

You swiped back the wet locks of his hair, pressing gentle, tender kisses all over his handsome face. His stormy blue eyes gazed into yours as you pressed another kiss to his lips, his eyes were practically heart shaped as he admired your face. The face he'd been dreaming for so long, you'd kept him going. The thought of you was enough to keep him strong.

"don't deserve you, angel. You're too good to me"

Leon murmured lowly, humming in delight as your nails found his back, tracing gentle patterns along it. You cupped his cheek once more, pressing one more kiss to his lips and between his brows before replying:

"you deserve the whole world, baby, jus don't know it."

That seemed to make his heart flutter, though he wouldn't admit it.

Soon, your now relaxed and pampered other half was clean, dried, dressed and ready for bed. Accompanied with being in your arms, tucked in.

His head was stuffed in your neck, inhaling your scent that he had missed so much. He had a loose grip around your waist and your legs tangled together.

With one of your hands rubbing up and down his back, and the other tangled in his hair, it was impossible for him to fight off the sleep that pleasantly plagued him.

It was no suprise when you heard soft snores against your neck, a fond smile gracing your lips before you pinned a kiss to his head and decided it was time to join him in Dreamland.

[thirdsaltyhunter]

Hotel Pool

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning: SMUT, fluff, oral (fmr), squirting, teasing, unprotected sex, breaking and entering? Dean's bad ideas

Summary: You and Dean enjoy the luxuries of a real hotel, which includes having some fun in the pool and the comfortable beds

You, Sam, and Dean were working a werewolf case the British Men of Letters had put you on. One of the BMoL, Mick Davies had decided to join you, much to you and Dean's disdain. After a few hours in the car of having to listen to his podcasts and you actively fighting rolling your eyes, Mick told you to turn into a parking lot.

Dean pulled into the lot of 'The Wild Elk Lodge', an actual hotel. You and the boys were so used to staying in run down motels, that a place like this was like a five star resort.

"This place seems a little-"

"Shabby? Yeah. 3 stars was the best I could do. Least our bean counters will be happy. Booked us all suits," Mick said.

"Wait, we're all in separate rooms?" Sam said in disbelief.

When you stayed at motels, the three of you usually shared one room. You and Dean would crammed yourself onto what was typically a twin-size bed, and Sam would get the other bed or the couch.

"Yeah of course. Except for the two lovebirds, obviously." Mick motioned between you and Dean and again, you fought not to roll your eyes.

"Did you say 3 stars? So we're talking fresh towels, little baby shampoos?" Dean interjected.

"Uh-huh... And I believe theres a pool," Mick said walking through the doors of the nice hotel.

You and Dean shared a look of excitement and disbelief. You were definitely going to be checking out the pool later.

You stepped into your room and Dean let out a low whistle of approval. It was nice. Everything was clean and white with a queen-size bed, it even had a fireplace.

Dean set you bags down and started looking around the room. You flopped down on the bed and almost moaned at how comfortable it was.

"Oh my God," you said in satisfaction as you felt the ache in your back subside.

"What?" Dean poked his head out from where he had been looking around in the bathroom.

"This bed is so soft."

"Well, we'll have to test it out later." Wiggling his eyebrows, he smiled and then flopped down next to you. "Damn, yeah."

"Mh, told you."

"Do they make their beds out of clouds and unicorn feathers, what the hell?"

You laughed, "I don't know, but I think we need to get a new mattress for the bunker, cause this is amazing."

Dean groaned. "This is going to ruin us," He got up and moved to pull out his laptop. "We stay here 5 minutes and we're already spoiled."

He sat at the small table by the window and began going over a few things for the case. You stayed layed out on the bed and eventually, you unintentionally drifted off to sleep.

A couple hours later you woke to Dean gently shaking your shoulder. You groaned and sat up to look at the clock, it was late at night now.

"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" you said, smoothing down your hair.

"You needed it, plus you looked so comfortable, how could I disturb you?"

"I could've helped with the research though."

"Nah there wasn't much too it. The Brits actually did their job for once, buuuut now that that's done, I was thinking we could go check out that pool."

"Baby, it's late, the hotel closes it at night."

"I know," he said, with a mischief that shone in his eyes when he was up to no good.

"So you have a plan?" you inquired, raising a brow and trying to hide your smile.

"Sweetheart, I always have a plan," he gave a proud smile and pulled his lockpicking kit from his pocket.

You felt like teenagers sneaking out of the house, except this time you we sneaking in and you were supposed to be adults. This also was far from the riskiest thing you and Dean had done, but what were you if not his partner in crime.

He had picked the lock on the door in seconds, defiant of the 'hours of operation' sign directly above it. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the dark room, the only light was the faint moonlight shining through the windows, but it was enough to make out Dean's silhouette as he stripped down to his boxers.

As you removed your outer clothing, he jumped into the water, the sound echoing off the walls.

"At least try to be quiet," you chastised as you lowered yourelf into the pool, adjusting to the temperature.

You had to admit, this was a pretty good idea on Dean's part. I mean, it wasn't really a good idea, you could get caught at any moment, but you still were going to take your time to enjoy the nice pool. You loved to swim and it had been a long time since you had been to a motel that had a pool that didn't look like you would catch a disease from it.

After a while of swimming, you went to sit on the side of the pool with your feet dangling in the water and watched your boyfriend glide underwater from one end of the pool to the other.

He emerged in front of you and shook the water from his hair, spraying you with droplets and moved to stand between your knees.

"This is nice," he said, running a hand up the side of your bare thigh.

You hummed in agreement , the tips of your fingers toying with a strand of his wet hair.

"Nice being able to get you all wet."

You couldn't help but rool your eyes at his signature smirk that followed that comment. "Too bad I'm not wet and naked," you teased.

"We can fix that."

He slid his hand up higher and hooked his fingers into the sides of your underwear. He looked at you to gage if you we ok with this, to which you responded by raising your hips, allowing him to pull your panties off.

"So beautiful," he whispered, kissing from your knee up your inner thighs.

You leaned back on your hands and spread your legs wider for him. You were rewarded by him hooking your knees over his shoulders and licking up your entrance.

Your head fell back as he began to devour you like a man starved, alternating between long licks and sucking on your clit. It never failed to amaze you how quickly he could pull you to the edge with just his mouth. You were already close when he focused all his attention on your clit and buried two fingers deep inside you, curling them upwards. Within seconds you were falling apart, trying in vain to still keep somewhat quiet.

As you were coming down from your orgasm, he lifted you from the side of the pool and eased you back into the water so he could hold you. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned as you felt his bulge pressing through his boxers. He held you for a moment,stroking a hand down your back and letting you recover.

You reached down between your bodies with the intention of providing him a fraction of the pleasure he had given you, when he stopped you. You looked up at him in confusion.

"Let's go back to our room and finish this, ok?" he responded softly.

You nodded eagerly and he helped you out of the water to dry off and re-dress, before quietly making it back to the hotel room.

Once inside the door, you were all over each other until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you let yourself fall back onto the bed. He pulled your clothes off, covering each uncovered part of your body in kisses. When you were both undressed he paused holding up a finger. He slid off the bed and moved to light the fire, casting a romantic glow over the room. After he layed down towels over the bed so you didn't soak it with your still-damp hair and -um other things...

He returned to hover over you, setting his palms on either side of your head. He dipped down to kiss the water droplets off your neck and collar bone. Your body ached for him, your fingers dug into his shoulders as he left a soft bite on your sweet spot. You lifted your hips to grind against him, letting out a soft moan as you felt his cock slide against your clit.

He pulled back from you, it took restraint to not sink into you, but he knew the more he teased you and worked you up, the better it would feel. Instead he reached down to run his finger over your swollen bud to your entrance.

"So wet," he praised.

"Well I mean we were in the-". He cut you off with a kiss and you smiled against his lips.

He dipped two fingers into you, curling them upwards making you let out a soft moan. "I know the difference, I know that this is all because of what I do to you."

He kissed you again as he eased his finger in and out of you. Slow and teasing, not enough to bring you to release, but still causing you to moan into his mouth and he was drinking up every sweet sound. He finally stopped when your fingers were digging into his bicep, signaling your desperation.

He sat back between your legs, admiring how you looked, flushed skin that was still freckled with droplets of water that reflected the light from the fire. You admired him the same. Every muscle and scar accentuated by the lighting. He was perfect to you.

"Please Dean," you breathed, reaching out a hand, desperate to touch him again.

He gave a smile that seemed almost peaceful, grateful, full of affection for you. He slid his plams up and down your legs, massaging gently before moving them to wrap around his hips. Positioning himself at your entrance, it only took him shifting to hover over you and he was fully inside you.

Your back arched, chest rising to touch his. His head fell into the crook of your neck, taking a moment to feel you around him. After you adjusted, you started to roll your hips into him, silently begging for him to move. Understanding your desire, he started to thrust into you. Still slow and gentle, but perfect. You could feel every inch of him, every ridge and curve, reaching parts inside you that no one else was able to find.

His hand moved to cradle your head while his other arm wrapped around your arched back, pulling you too him. Times like these it felt like the air between you was too much distance. He would hold you close until it became hard to tell where you ended and he began.

His pace started to increase, his movements gaining a desperate edge. The feel of him inside you made you numb to everything else. Your fingers dug into his back as you felt that familiar pressure building. Every movement heightened your pleasure until you were crying his name. He tried to shush you given that you were in a hotel. The pressure continued to build, more intense than usual. His hand came up to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle your sounds.

"That's it, that's my girl. Cum for me."

His voice was all it took for one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had to come crashing over you. His pace faltered as you tightened around him, triggering his own release. Your climax continued and as he came and suddenly you gushed around his cock.

He relaxed on top of you, trying to recover from his orgasm, but you were rigid with shock.

"Did I just...?" you started to ask in confusion.

"Yes, yes you did," he smiled, clearly pleased with you and himself.

You felt confused and shocked and a little shy. He moved down the bed to inspect the damage.

"God baby you soaked the bed, glad we layed down a towel huh." He pulled the towel from under you and tossed it into the bathroom.

Your hands came up to cover your face.

"Hey, do not be embarrassed about that. That was awesome." He pulled your hands down and you could see his proud smile.

"I've never done that," you said quietly. Honestly you didn't even think you could.

"Want to see if I can make you do it again?" he asked playfully.

"God no, I could hardly handle the first time!" you laughed.

Dean never made you feel insecure about anything. It was nice to be able to explore new things with him. Sometimes he was even more adventurous than you. Like suggesting you break into a hotel pool in the middle of the night, but were glad to be his partner in crime. His partner in everything.

He kissed you sweetly and maneuvered your bodies so you were now laying under the covers.

"We definitely need to do this hotel thing again," he sighed, settling into the soft bed. He pull you close so your back was pressed to his chest and tucked his face into your neck.

"Now who's getting spoiled?"

"Hey! Maybe we do need new beds in the bunker that don't make my back hurt."

"Old man."

"Shut up and go to sleep." You could feel his laugh rumble in his chest as he squeezed you tight.

"I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart."

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[miguelhugger2099]

What a Man!

Summary: Your past experiences with other men had left you with scars. Scars that show in your lovely relationship with Miguel. Art by AndalusiaLu on twt <<Prev

Miguel x GN!Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drabble

It had been quite a few months since your relationship with Miguel had blossomed into something beautiful and real. He really was different from everyone else and you couldn’t be luckier. Miguel would often disagree, he thought he was the lucky one to end up with someone like you. Kind, intelligent and headstrong as well as so loving. You were the prettiest package to him. You tried your very best not to screw things up. You don’t know what you’d do if you said something or did something to make Miguel not want you anymore. So you remained diligent, making sure that Miguel was happy with you and that he stayed happy. Despite your best efforts to hide the ugly side of you, it managed to creep in the more you were with Miguel. It became harder to hide, slipping through the cracks of the facade you kept up. It started with him arriving home late. Miguel at some point had asked you to live with him, which you declined and eventually settled on visiting and having sleepovers at his place as a compromise. It was still technically early in the relationship. At first when he would come home late, you’d be worried sick wondering if this was good for his health or if he’d get home safely when he’s so tired. Miguel would trug through the door and you’d be at his side as soon as you heard the click. His tired eyes brightened seeing you, wrapping his arms around your waist and trying not to rest his entire body weight on you. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” He murmured in your hair, one arm around your waist and the other going around your shoulders. He breathed in the smell of your shampoo and lotion, his body nearly melting on top of you. You returned his hug with a tight squeeze, the worry in your heart subsiding and replaced with a warm feeling. “It’s okay. I wanted to stay up to see you.” You snuggled closer to his shoulder, his cologne gone after a hard day's work and only leaving a lingering smell along with his natural scent. “No, no, that’s not right. I don’t want you to get big ugly giant eyebags like me. You’re too gorgeous.” Miguel lifts his head up and stares down at you, sleepiness evident in his eyes but his will to see and feel you are stronger. You smile softly and reach up to cup his cheek which he leans into. “I think your eyebags add character.” You giggle and he chuckles along with you. “Really. I don’t mind.”

Miguel’s hands go down to squeeze your hips. “Well I mind. You deserve proper rest. C’mere, off to bed. I’ll join you in a bit.” He takes your hand in his larger one and leads you to his bedroom. What was once very plain and sleek now had little trinkets of your things around like your hairbrush, your favorite candles and a half empty water bottle. Hell, even a new blanket Miguel had bought you along with some extra clothes and pajamas. You practically lived here. After Miguel had washed up in the shower, he joined you in bed, collecting you in his arms and running his hands up and down your back. He asked you about your day, what you had done, what you bought with his credit card–none, you told him– and any other things he might’ve missed when he was off at work. While you listed things off, Miguel listened with an attentive small smile. He focused on the way your lips moved, how your eyes looked up at the walls in thought and how your hands played with his chest hairs. Before falling asleep, he promised one thing. “I’ll do my best to come back home to you.” To your demise, Miguel continued to come home late. Each time he'd come home late he would apologize in any way possible. In kisses, extra cuddling time even when he’s exhausted and showering you in gifts. None of it was enough when he was gone most days and you only got maybe an hour with him before falling asleep. He was one of the top geneticists in his field, most likely number one. He was bound to be busy and needed everywhere. He can’t help it, you told yourself. It’s a taxing job. He’s not doing this on purpose. So why does it leave a sour taste in your mouth? Why does it bother you so much?

You grew anxious. Why couldn’t he just ask for more days off? Why is he so busy? What was the point of him finding a partner when he’s just too occupied from his job? You began to feel alone. His kisses started to feel weak, cuddling time was cut short and the gifts meant nothing after each apology. You tried pushing those thoughts aside. You were acting spoiled. Miguel basically threw his money and love at you and you’re taking it for granted. How selfish can you be? He’d be furious to know you’re using him like this–taking his gifts and whining about it. What if he’s lying? What if the job is just an excuse? Was there someone else? Is that why he’s going to bed faster? A few pecks on the lips before he passes out? Oh, how could you think that of him? He’s been nothing but burned out and trying his best. What would he do if he knew what you were thinking? He can’t. He won’t. So you do what you know best: you shut down. Your inner emotions conflicted with one another. One berating you and the other trying to convince you. You sucked up all your spilling emotions when Miguel came home late again. You met him at the door like always but this time a little slower, more hesitant.

Miguel drops his bag by the door like usual, taking off his coat and placing it down on a chair seat before looking at you. Like always, his eyes brighten up and he brings you in his arms for a hug. He feels himself recharge with you in his embrace but you just feel uncomfortable. The weight of your thoughts and feelings rest heavy in your chest and you slowly wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest and hoping to feel some comfort again. “I’ve missed you so much.” You hear Miguel mumble. “I know I keep saying this but I’m really sorry for coming home so late these days. You know I’d rather be here than anywhere else.” “Yeah. I’m sure you do.” You mumble bluntly before slipping out of his arms. Miguel feels his heart drop and confusion overshadow his exhaustion. He watches your back afterwards and there’s nothing he hates more than seeing you walking away from him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He chases after you, walking behind you as you walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “Nothing.” You sigh and it’s quiet between you two except for the tap water running and filling your glass. Miguel’s eyebrows furrow. He can feel something’s wrong with you but he doesn’t know what. Did someone say something to you? “What’s wrong? Did you have a bad day at work?” He crosses his arms and leans back on the counter next to you. He notices how you purposefully look away from him, settling on just sipping from your cup. “No.” “Did someone say something to you?” “No.” “Did I do something?” “No.” You said more quickly this time. “Then can you tell me what’s wrong?” Miguel reaches out his arm to try and turn your cheek to face him but you shrug off his touch.

“I said nothing, Miguel.” You feel yourself grow irritated. You wanted to spill but you knew it would only lead to bad things. You didn’t want to start an argument and have it spiral into more arguments that would inevitably ruin your relationship. You take a few steps away from him until you hear Miguel call your name sternly. You pause in your tracks and for a moment, there’s fear. Is he going to yell? Miguel had never yelled at you but you’ve been yelled at before when being…difficult like this. You felt your heart start picking up speed and you held onto your glass tightly. You hear him call your name again, softly this time, but you still hear it as yelling. Miguel touches your arm and you quickly flinch, turning around and taking a step back. You look up at him, an apology about to drop from your lips. “I’m sor–” Your breath hitches. “Did I do something wrong?” He repeats again. Oh, he noticed your tone. “No, I’m–I’m sorry.” Miguel’s eyes soften, a knowing look as he tilts his head and says your name gently, coaxing the truth out of you. “Talk to me, cariño.” He whispers, now both heads coming up to cup your cheeks. You don’t know what to do. It was a risk to talk about what was bothering you, even as small as him coming home late, but it meant a lot to you. You miss him. You take the risk with a shake of your hands. “I…You come home late,” You start off slowly and he waits patiently. “It’s too much for me. Well… maybe not too much, I know how hard you work but it–” You take a deep breath. “It’s not enough. I miss you. I want to see you for more than just a couple hours in the morning and at night. I just want you to be here and I’m sorry if that sounds clingy of me, but it’s how I feel.” You feel your chest tighten up and look down, unable to meet his eyes and failing to see his face crumble. Miguel takes the glass from your hands and places it beside you on the counter. “C’mere.” He whispers, bringing you in a hug again. “And you promised me so it just feels extra bad, y’know? I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You bury yourself in his arms. Miguel shushed you. “Don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing.” “But you did–you have–” “And yet here we are. I made you cry.” You didn’t notice the way your tone got more nasally or how you hiccuped and sniffled–all of your tears getting soaked up by his collared shirt. “Are you mad?” You ask. Miguel pulls away to wipe away your tear stained cheeks.

“Jesus, no I’m not mad. How could I be mad at you?” You sniffle when his thumb swipes across your cheekbone. “Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” You shrugged. “You promised and I just…I dunno. I felt like it wasn’t my place to tell you to work less just because I felt lonely.” You try to look away but Miguel doesn’t let you. “I don’t know any other way to tell you this but you are equally as important as my job–maybe even more. You never mentioned that this was bothering you. I could’ve asked for less hours.” “I didn’t want you to get mad at me or think I’m spoiled.” “Baby, it’s my job to spoil you.” Miguel smiles and playfully pinches your cheeks, making you mutter a small ‘ow’ and grin. “I’ve just been taking so much time because everyone there looks at me for answers and advice and other bullshit so they make me oversee everything. But if you want me home, then I’ll come home. Just say the word and I’ll do anything you ask of me.” His tone is soft, as soft as it can be with his deep voice. “That’s a lot of power.” You joke. “It’s yours. I’m yours.” He leans his forehead on yours. “So you’re not mad?” “Not even a little.” “And you’re gonna be coming home earlier?” “Starting tomorrow.” Your smile widens. “Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want you doing things just because I said so.” Your smiles wavers and you slide your arms around his neck. Miguel leans down to pepper kisses along your cheeks, wanting to see you smile more. “Trust me, this is more than okay. A gift even! A couple less hours of work to spend time with the most beautiful, stunning, outstanding, and amazing person in the entire world.” With each compliment, he leaves a giant kiss to your cheeks, forehead, nose and even your chin.

The next day, Miguel comes home way earlier than usual, just when the sun is setting. With more energy than before, he picks you up in his arms and lifts you off the ground after dropping his things to the floor. He runs to the bedroom with you in a fit of laughter, the sound making his heart drum against his chest. He jumps in bed with you, his weight nearly crushing you but you still laugh anyway. “Stop! No outside clothes on the bed!” Miguel smothers you with his lips. “We can clean the sheets later. Let me finally spend time with you.”

[xo-cori]

because second’s not the same

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

summary: morals become blurred in a motel room with your boyfriend's ex-girlfriend.

warnings: smut (MDNI), comphet on reader’s end, internalized homophobia, lots of angst, cheating, sorry owen you seem cool, submissive top!abby ftw, hair pulling, fingersucking, facesitting, abby makes reader answer a call while getting down n dirty, they both hate men (real)

a/n: my first fic on this godforsaken app, hopefully it’s okay! this is based off of an old halsey song called “is there somewhere,” i highly recommend listening while you read

When your phone chimes twice at exactly ten o’clock on a Friday night, your heartbeat quickens and the air is stolen from your lungs. Your body seems to know who it is before you do. Maybe that should concern you or serve as a reminder of how much of a problem this is becoming, but instead, you unlock your phone and read the much anticipated message.

abby: Hey

abby: What are you up to tonight??

you: hey, i was just reading a bit before bed

abby: Sounds like a real party

you: shut up lol

you: why do you ask?

abby: Don’t make me say it

you: i’m making you say it

There’s a hesitance on Abby’s side, made obvious by how the text bubble appears and disappears as she types and deletes a response. It takes her a good minute to send another message.

abby: Just wanted to know if you’d meet me

abby: Please

you: there we go. be there in 20

Before you know it, you’re driving fifteen miles over the speed limit, chest tight and craving a release that only Abby can bring. You eventually step out of your car and into the near-empty parking lot of the old motel that you’ve become awfully familiar with these past few weeks.

Your feet guide you along the farthest side of the building, straight towards a room marked ‘93,’ and you invite yourself in.

In less than five minutes, your shirts are on the floor and her hands are on your hips and god, her thigh feels so good between yours. She always seems to know exactly what you need. More importantly, she wastes no time with giving it to you.

“Fuck,” Abby says, “been waiting for this all week.”

You nod in agreement, lost in the way she grinds you onto her with seemingly no effort. She sighs contentedly when your back arches, chest pressing into hers, enveloping her in your warmth and melting away all the stress of a long day. There’s a piece of heaven in this room with her. How could she worry about anything outside of it?

“Me too,” you reply. One of your hands grasps at her shoulder in attempt to steady yourself, caressing the tense muscle, while the other gently tugs her hair. The dirty blonde strands feel like silk between your fingers and you can smell the pine shampoo that she uses. It invades all of your senses. It makes you desperate for more. So, you tug harder. Her head falls back against the headboard with a groan and you use it as an opening, diving in to press your lips to her neck.

It’s messy, just how Abby likes it. Her grip on you tightens and she lets out a broken gasp.

She needs this just as much as you do, if not more– but you’re much more generous with the teasing.

“Feel good?” You mumble into her throat, before picking another patch of skin to suckle on. Every touch sends a bolt of electricity up her spine and decorates her freckled skin with goosebumps.

Still, Abby does what she does best, and clings to any power she still has. You don’t resist when she grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you back onto the bed. In fact, you only spread your legs wider so she can situate herself between them. Then, without wasting another moment, her lips come crashing down onto yours.

It’s always your favorite part of the night; when she kisses you so passionately that you can almost fool yourself into thinking it means something.

This isn’t supposed to mean anything, though.

You assure yourself that the sparks you feel are all make-believe, silently wrestling with the fact that you’ve never once felt this with Owen. Not even close.

Her tongue quickly finds yours in a heated battle for dominance that she’s already lost. There’s no telling just how long this goes on for– you’re so focused on the feeling of her large hands running up and down your body, soothing all the shame you feel about this arrangement as you caress her cheek with your thumb.

It’s a loving gesture. Too loving, Abby thinks. She shouldn’t enjoy it so much, but she does.

When she pulls away, your half-lidded eyes land on the redness on her face, her swollen lips, her hair that’s all messy from your wandering fingers. The dim light from the bedside lamp casts a glow to one side of her face, and a shadow on the other. The thumb that was once on her cheek starts moving toward her mouth, until it pushes past her waiting lips and she accepts it with a pleased hum.

You watch her intently as you press down on the center of her tongue. Her brows furrow up and she lets out a whine.

After a few more moments, you pull your thumb from Abby’s mouth and smear her own saliva across her lips. She opens her eyes to look down at you, finally, and you offer a warm smile. “You just take it.” You observe aloud. “Whatever I want, you just let it happen.”

It’s a stark difference from your relationship with Owen. There’s never any concern for what you want; though, to be honest, you wouldn’t be in a relationship with him if you could get actually get what you want. It’d be Abby’s apartment you go to every weekend. There’d be no motel and no deleted messages and no acting like mere acquaintances when Owen gets all of his friends together, including her and you.

If you could get what you wanted, you don’t think you’d ever want anything else ever again.

“Yeah.” She agrees, slightly muffled until you fully pull your hand away. “Whatever you want.”

Part of you feels bad. You have this woman wrapped around your finger, and you have to act like it’s nothing more than a convenience.

In reality, it’s everything to you.

So, the other part of you plans to take whatever you can from her.

“You really mean that?” You ask.

“Would I lie to you?” She asks in return.

You pat her cheek. “Lay down, then.”

Without another word, Abby does as she’s told. The two of you switch positions and she watches you peel off the rest of your clothes, while she lays in a grey sports bra and a pair of boxers.

She starts to feel excited when she thinks you’ll move down further like usual, your face nestled between her legs until you’re pulling orgasm from orgasm out of her.

Her heart nearly stops, though, when she sees you pull off your own panties and begin crawling up her body.

‘Excited’ doesn’t do it justice. You’ve hardly done anything and she already feels like she might die of happiness.

You feel her hands grab your ass, encouraging you to move much faster than you are, and you hesitantly oblige. “You can push me off if you need to, yeah?” You clarify. “Don’t wanna suffocate you or anything.”

Abby nods with a quiet mm-hmm only to appease you, but in her mind, suffocating to death while you sit on her face would be an honor. She’d probably die beneath you before the thought of pushing you off ever crosses her mind. For now, though, you do your best to be gentle as she ushers you to fully hover over her mouth.

Then, she pulls you down onto it.

A strangled moan escapes you when her tongue immediately finds its target, her patience clearly worn thin as she latches to your clit. Your hands fly down to grab her hair in attempt to ground yourself, but if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’re having an out-of-body experience.

The worst part? Only Abby can make you feel this way.

Guilty, and so, so good.

Maybe she doesn’t know the extent of your feelings, but she knows your body like the back of her hand, and she uses that to her advantage. Her fingers dig into the pillowy flesh above your hip bones, surely hard enough to leave a few bruises, but you never complain about marks until you see them in the morning.

“Abs,” you manage breathlessly, “ease up, baby–”

You’re cut off by another moan as she somehow manages to pull you down further, unrelenting and making it impossible for you to escape. Not that you’d want to, anyways. So, you just grab her hair with one hand and grab the headboard with the other as your eyes flutter shut.

That is, until you hear your phone vibrate on the bedside table. Once, twice, three times; you soon realize that it isn’t stopping.

“Fuck.” You groan.

Abby looks up at you and slightly moves you down so she can speak, seemingly much more entertained by this than you. “Who’s calling?”

“It’s Owen,” you say truthfully, “I was supposed to go over to his place tonight, but here we are.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Wait, you blew him off for me?”

“No shit. I’ll just silence it and pretend I fell asleep.” You grumble. Then, you reach over to grab the phone before she takes a hold of your wrist.

“Answer it.” She says.

You can’t help but laugh despite the forming pit of anxiety in your stomach, because you know that she’s dead serious. “What?”

“You heard me. Answer it or I’ll stop.” She repeats, making your eyes widen.

“…Fine, but can you please—” You’re interrupted by Abby pressing the green button for you, and you quickly bring the phone towards your ear.

The sound of Owen’s voice makes your chest feel tight. “Hey,” he says with an obvious concern in his voice. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”

You open your mouth to respond, but you can only let out a gasp when you feel Abby’s lips wrap around your clit. Thankfully, her tongue moves more slowly than before, deciding to show you some mercy. “Yeah,” you breathe, “yeah, I fell asleep– I’m sorry, I really don’t feel good today. Think I might’ve caught something.”

It’s a pathetic excuse, but you can only hope he buys it. “Oh, that’s… uh, not good.” He mumbles, which makes you roll your eyes. “Do you want me to bring anything to your place? I have this cold medicine that could literally heal the bubonic plague, and I’m pretty sure I have some soup in one of these cabinets somewhere,”

You can hear him rummaging around on the other line. “No!” You blurt out. The last thing you need is Owen stopping by just to find out that you aren’t home. “No, I’m okay. Appreciate it, though.”

“You sure? If you’re worried about me getting sick, I can just leave it outside the door.” He continues.

“Really, Owen, it’s fine. Pretty sure I’ll feel better in the morning,” you assure him.

He sighs. “Whatever you say. Just let me know if you change your mind, okay? I’ll bring whatever you need.”

He’s kind. Too kind, considering your current situation. Abby’s mouth is latched to the most sensitive parts of you, her blue eyes staring up at you as you try your hardest to keep your voice steady. She kneads at the back of your thighs, getting you into a rhythm while you rut against her tongue.

All the while, you’re on the phone with a man who deserves much better. You’re aware of this. You tilt your head back with a shaky sigh.

“Okay,” you reply, “thanks, Owen. ‘Night.”

You don’t even wait for him to say it back before you hang up the phone, quickly throwing it off of the bed onto the carpeted floor. Abby smiles, and you can feel it. You reach down to grab a handful of her hair and pull it as hard as you can– which isn’t very hard, but it still makes her whine. “Fuck you,” you huff, thighs tensing on either side of her head, “I’m so close, Abs.”

Any annoyance you feel is overshadowed by the orgasm creeping up on you much quicker than usual. You already know that you’ll never forgive yourself for being so turned on by something so horrible.

Abby sticks her tongue out so that you can ride it, letting out moans of encouragement as you finally tip over the edge. Your mouth falls open and a gush of wetness fills Abby’s, which she happily laps up with her warm tongue. Her hands wander over your shivering body, listening to your muffled moans with her eyes trained on your face; more specifically, the tears that begin to run down your cheeks.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to crawl off of her face and crash into the bed beneath you, much to Abby’s dismay, but she doesn’t let it show. Instead, she crawls to your side, placing a strong arm over your stomach so she can pull you closer.

Though all of your instincts scream to push her away, you just curl into her and bury your face in the crook of her neck. She thinks maybe, just maybe, everything is fine; of course, until she hears you let out a quiet sob. One of her hands comes up to rub your back, a soothing gesture that only makes you cry harder.

“Hey,” Abby whispers, “are you… did I do something wrong? Was it the phone thing? ‘Cause if it is, I’m really sorry, I should’ve—”

“It isn’t that.” You mutter.

It’s only a half-lie. Honestly, you aren’t crying because you spoke to your boyfriend as if you weren’t hooking up with his ex, no. You’re crying because you thought it was the hottest thing ever.

“Isn’t it, though?” She questions. “Seriously, I fucked up and I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t fuck up, Abs– I swear, it’s not you, it’s just… this. All of this. I don’t like it.” You do your best to reassure her, but it only causes more confusion.

“What, and you think I do? Because I don’t. I like you, though, so I deal with it. That’s what we agreed to.” Abby says. You can tell she’s upset no matter how gentle her voice is. There’s a certain bite to it, a venom that you’re quick to pick up on. “He’s my friend too, you know. This isn’t easy for me either.”

This comment makes you rear back a bit, looking up at her with furrowed brows. “I know that, Abby. None of this is easy for either of us. He’s my boyfriend, and he was yours at one point, too.”

“Don’t remind me,” she scoffs.

You give her a stern look. “I’m serious. This is gonna end one way or another. Someone’s gonna find out.”

Her grip on your waist tightens. “No one’s gonna find out if we don’t let them find out.”

“You don’t know that.” You shake your head. “All it takes is one fuck up.”

“So, what do you wanna do? You wanna break this off now and go back to being acquaintances?” Abby asks, voice raised defensively.

“Obviously not!” You yell, sitting up and dragging the comforter along so you can cover yourself. “I love you, Abby. I love being with you and talking to you and—”

“Don’t fuckin’ say that.” She interrupts you, which is probably for the better.

It’s different for Abby, being one of Owen’s closest friends, because he’s unaware of how well she knows you and so he feels comfortable confiding in her about your relationship. A big problem he seems to have is that you’ve never once said the word love. Not to him, at least. Not about him.

Yet, here you are, throwing that word around just for her.

She wants to feel honored, but she finds herself only feeling guilt. The kind that makes her throat tighten and her heart drop.

You groan in frustration. “But it’s true!”

“So make it untrue!” She shouts back. “You can’t just… say shit like that, and expect me to be okay with it. You’re supposed to love Owen.”

A confession bubbles up in your chest, one that you know you should shake away, but your mouth moves before your brain can catch up. “But I don’t.” You mumble. “I want to. I just can’t.”

Abby stares at you like she’s seen a ghost. All conversations she’s had with Owen about you– ones about how he’d propose to you someday, wondering if you’d want to have kids, asking if it was too early on in the relationship to think about saving for a house– they all become null. The worst part? Abby thinks she might know exactly how you feel. “You can’t? What does that mean?” She asks.

“Exactly what it sounds like.” You reply. “I try, but I can’t. We go on dates, and the whole time, I’m just waiting for it to be over. We watch a movie together, and I pretend to fall asleep so he doesn’t try anything. It’s exhausting, Abby. None of it feels right. Every single fucking guy I’ve been with– it never feels right. The only relief has been you.”

Abby listens to your rant with a blank expression, reaching up to wipe some stray tears from your cheeks with her thumb. “So, you’re gay.” She says.

You quickly grab her wrist and shove her hand away. “I’m not gay.” You hiss.

She sighs. “You just sat on my face. You’re a little gay.”

“Okay, fine, maybe a little!” You throw your hands up defensively. “But I don’t like other women. I like you.”

Truthfully, it’s all too much for Abby to take in at once; she does her best to appear, knowing her best bet is to calm you down, but she can’t imagine how much it would break Owen to know this. To know that he’s now been left by two women due to a sexuality crisis. Would he think it’s his fault? Would he guess that Abby had something to do with it? She likes you too, maybe more than she knows, but it’s an impossible situation.

When you’re met with silence on Abby’s end, you continue. “You’re gonna think I’m horrible for this, but it’s true; I’ve been waiting for him to fuck up so I have a reason to leave him. Some nights, he tells me he’s going to a party and I’ll go to sleep hoping I wake up to a text from Manny about how Owen got a little too drunk and some girl looked enough like me,” you shrug, “I’ve had that scenario in my head for weeks. It’s so convenient.”

“You’re fucked up,” Abby shakes her head, “fantasizing about him cheating while you’re sleeping with his friend? Jesus.”

“But it’s true, right? Then I could just leave him. No goodbye, no nothing. I’d give him all his sweatshirts back and let him see me wearing yours instead.” You say, and she immediately recognizes that tone in your voice. Something dark, something you put on when you know what you want and you’re set on getting it.

It hurts to hear you talk about her friend like he’s nothing more than an obstacle. It hurts even more to know that, deep down, she’d felt the exact same way once.

Wishing he’d leave her, knowing that he never would.

“Yeah.” She huffs, now visibly doing her best to avoid eye contact. Her eyes skitter around the room and it doesn’t take long for you to regret speaking your mind. “That sounds like an easy way out, but you should know by now that there’s nothing easy about being with Owen. Nothing’s easy about cheating, either.”

You nod in agreement. There’s a heavy silence after that, one that leaves you both staring down and biting your cheeks and feeling like all your sins had been laid out in front of you. The weight of it all is overbearing, but still so worth it.

“It’s easier with you,” you mutter after a minute, “and I know you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t feel the same.”

“I wouldn’t.” Abby agrees, deciding to leave it at that. “Do you… uh, do you wanna stay the night? Here, with me?”

Finally, your eyes meet hers, and she hates the way this simple action reignites the spark inside of her. You tilt your head. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t really return the favor, huh?”

Her jaw clenches, teeth grinding together as she fights back a smile. She shouldn’t be so infatuated with you– your every movement, every word– but she is.

The smile escapes her efforts and she shakes her head. “No. No, you didn’t.”

[archangeldyke-all]

hai!!! ik ur requests are open again and the thought of sweet shower sex with sevika has been plaguing my mind recently... 😵‍💫

god i need her.

men and minors dni

"where're you going?" sevika whines as you untangle yourself from her grasp. you giggle and kiss your sleepy girlfriend's pout.

"i gotta shower before i fall asleep. i stink."

"no you don't, come back here." sevika groans, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you back down to the bed. you laugh.

"c'mon, sev. i'm still in my work clothes and everything."

"but what about our cuddles?" she whines.

you can't keep yourself from squealing a little bit as you wrap your arms back around your girlfriend. "you're so fuckin' cute. who knew you'd be so clingy once you became mine?" you ask. sevika huffs.

"fuck off. you got me all used to cuddling and now you're cutting me off cold turkey. this is abuse."

you cackle. "you're so dramatic. i'll be gone thirty minutes at most."

"but then i'll fall asleep without you, and the best part of fallin' asleep is that i get to hold you the whole time." she pouts. your heart swells, and you kiss her forehead.

"so come shower with me."

this makes sevika blink one of her eyes open, looking at you with a salacious smirk. "yeah?"

you giggle. "c'mon, i'll go start the water."

sevika scrambles out of bed, stripping as she jogs to the bathroom ahead of you. you just laugh.

in the bathroom, you don't even get a moment to appreciate the sight of your naked girlfriend before she's on you, stripping you with impatient hands.

"slow down! we got nowhere to be." you giggle as sevika nearly tears your shirt off.

"it's cold as fuck out here, i need to get under the water." sevika pouts. you giggle.

"i noticed." you say, pinching her nipples. sevika squeals and smacks your hands away, glaring at you as she crosses her arms over her tits.

still, though. despite the way she's shivering, and the goosebumps on her arms, sevika insists that she help you into the shower first, holding your hand like a gentlewoman to assure you don't slip as you step over the lip of the tub.

you groan as the steamy water starts to beat down on you, instantly relaxing you after a long day. sevika's arms wrap around your waist, her body pressing flat against your back, her chin hooking over your shoulder as she gently sways the two of you.

for a few minutes, you both just stand under the spray, relaxing in the warmth and the feel of each other.

"i missed you today." sevika whispers at one point. you smile, turning around in her arms to wrap your own around her shoulders.

"i missed you, too, baby." you say, slowly scratching against her scalp. "duck down a bit so i can wash your hair for you." you request. sevika hangs her head a bit, and you carefully massage her scalp, enjoying the way she melts at your touch, the soft little sighs she lets out each time you give her head a good scrub.

"don' get shampoo in my eyes." she grumbles. you snort.

"i've been washing your hair for years, sev, have i ever hurt you?" you ask. she giggles.

"there was that one time..."

"that time you insisted you didn't need to rinse your hair out before going down on me!? that was all your fault baby." you cackle. sevika just grins, and you tilt her chin back and start rinsing her hair for her.

"still got you to cum before i started crying, though." she says. you snort.

"and then i nearly had a heart attack when i opened my eyes and saw my girlfriend sobbing between my legs."

sevika chuckles guiltily. "well, what about now?" she asks. you blink.

"what about now?" you ask.

"am i good to go?" she asks, gesturing to her hair. you nod.

"all clean."

"good." she says with a smile, grabbing a washcloth and lathering it up in your body soap. "my turn to take care of you." she says simply, starting to scrub the cloth on your back.

you relax into her touch, letting her scrub away all the dirt and grime on your skin from a hard day's work. she's gentle and loving as she works, pressing kisses to your skin once she's scrubbed it, carefully taking the time to work a few knots in your shoulders out.

you snort when her hand starts trailing toward your cunt, gently elbowing her from where she stands behind you. "what're you doing?"

"mmm, taking care of you?" she guesses. you giggle.

"what happened to miss. i-need-cuddles?" you ask. sevika snorts.

"this counts." she says as she starts to circle your clit. you giggle a little.

"just make it quick. you know the water heater runs out after twenty minutes-- i don't wanna ice bath tonight."

you can feel her smile on your shoulder. "i'll keep you warm, love." she promises as she works a finger inside you.

her free arm is wrapped around your waist, keeping you pinned to her chest. you relax against her solid form, leaning your head back on her shoulder, moaning as she starts to slowly suck a hickey into your exposed neck. "you feel so good." you sigh. sevika squeezes your waist and kisses your cheek.

"so do you. you're dripping around my fingers." she whispers. you giggle.

"we're in the shower." you point out.

"no, no, this is all you." she says. you huff a little laugh, though you don't doubt her. sevika always manages to make you messy.

"lemme turn around." you request. sevika lets go of you for just long enough for you to spin around in her arms. you sigh when her face comes into your view, cupping her cheeks as she pulls you back toward her chest, her hand sliding down between your bodies to continue what she's started. "hey, beautiful." you greet her.

sevika's cheeks are flushed, both from the warm shower and from the compliment. you giggle and kiss her nose, cherishing the sweet smile you get for it, before leaning forward and kissing her properly.

"hmmm." she hums happily against your lips, her fingers picking up their pace inside you as you start licking into her mouth. you've got one arm draped around her shoulders, and with your free hand you start to grope her ass. sevika giggles and breaks your kiss. "you're obsessed." she admonishes. you just smile and give her a quick smack. she squawks. "hey!" she laughs. you grin.

"hurry up 'n make me cum so i can take you to bed and bury my face in your ass." you request. sevika's eyes flash with lust and she groans.

"i thought we were gonna cuddle?" she teases, even while she adds a second finger to your cunt.

"y-yeah, my tongue is gonna c-cuddle your ass." you reply shakily as she starts pressing against your g-spot. sevika cackles, then she launches forward to press her grin against yours.

it's quiet beside the sound of your gasps, the water hitting the tiles, and the occasional smooching sound coming from the kisses sevika's peppering on your body. her thumb starts to play with your clit in time with her thrusts and you squeak. "close?" sevika whispers.

you nod, your head falling forward until you're resting against her shoulder. sevika presses kisses to your scalp while her strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you up as she fucks you closer and closer to your orgasm. when you cum, you gasp a needy "sevika!" and then start to tremble in her arms.

she fucks you through it, letting you catch your breath before she pulls her fingers out of your cunt and pinches your chin, kissing you passionately as you pant against her lips. "fuck, you're so beautiful. can't believe i get to do that to you-- get to make you fall apart like that." sevika murmurs.

you giggle. "i'm so in love with you." you sigh. she grins like you've just handed her a check for a million dollars.

the shower sputters a bit, and then you both squeal as the spout starts shooting icy cold water down on you. "fuck!" sevika cries, reaching out to smack at the tap. "fuck." she says again when the water's finally off.

you can't catch your breath through your giggles. "i told you this would happen!"

"sorry! i got caught up in you..." sevika says between her shivers. you snort and wrap her up in a towel, before pushing her toward your bedroom.

"don't worry baby. my tongue's got a date with your ass that's sure to warm us both up."

sevika cackles, and your heart soars.

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I don’t know of you do age gap stuff but epilogue pete taking some college girls virginity sighhhhh

synopsis. accompanying your best friend to a work thing, you meet the man in charge of what she'll be starring in and he offers up an interesting question. will you do anything to make sure your best friend isn't fucked over?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ contents. age difference. manipulation. coercion. loss of virginity. swearing. noncon. violence. blood mention.

a/n: thank you for the request, anon! i love age gaps more than anything, unfortunately.

While you support your best friend and her career choices, you’re a little more than out of your comfort zone while you stand against a wall and look around at all the people in the beautiful mansion hosting some wrap party. Everyone is dressed somehow trashy and fancy, beautiful metallic dresses and exposed sternums’ on the curvy, vivacious women while the men are in brown suits or shirts and jeans with absolutely no inbetween. The air is filled with happy chatter beneath music, drunken giggles, and the heavy scents of perfumes melding with cheap colognes. What burns into your nose the worst is the scent of nicotine and liquors. The atmosphere isn’t anything you’re accustomed to and to make matters worse you feel a bit out of place with eyes continuously sizing you up in your ridiculous sundress and wedge heels. You wish Macy would’ve warned you to not dress like a fucking church mouse.

Macy. You’re looking around for her, keeping to the wall after you accidentally walked into a bathroom and caught some guy doing cocaine off of a woman’s ass. But you’re unable to spot the bottle blonde bombshell, a soft frown on your lips while your hand continues to shift the cup of watermelon juice a bit anxiously. She disappeared with her co-workers over an hour ago and you promised to be the designated driver so long as she was ready to leave by midnight. A glance at your thin silver watch and it’s five minutes till. A bit of annoyance drags in you and you contemplate unsticking from the wall to search for you so you can return to your dorm before the R.A enforces the late fee.

“You a plus-one?"

A voice heavy with a Jersey accent draws your eyes to the guy beside you. Blinking in surprise, your eyes look him over. Before you can even register his appearance, his smell hits you first. Cheap cologne and generic shampoo, a spicier scent beneath the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and cheap beer. Both coming from the cigarette between his fingers and the beer can in the same hand. Your eyes fall to his face first, acne-scarred with a thick unibrow and a patch of facial hair on his chin. Then your eyes fall downwards.

Dark wash jeans with navy sneakers and his shirt makes you shift uncomfortably on your heels – “Dead Girls Can’t Say No” white lettering on black cotton. He fixes his backwards hat, dark hair peeking out from beneath the black cap. But he’s not looking at you with a “what the fuck are you doing here” face so you try to relax with a small sheepish smile and look down at your own clothes before looking at him in his dark eyes.

“What gave it away?”,you joke and he laughs a bit, nodding while leaning against the wall beside your shoulder. Smiling a bit easier with his laughter, you look around again as he takes a drag of his cigarette. “I came here with my best friend who works with uhm – I guess the people here? But I don’t know where she went and I have to get back to my dorm or I’ll have to pay some stupid fee for–” When you feel his eyes staring particularly hard, you shut up and look at him before shaking your head and cringing at what a loser you must sound like. “Sorry, you don’t care about any of that.”

“It’s alright.”,he said with a bit of a grin that showed oddly angled teeth. Then he nodded at you, nicotine drifted through the air before he dropped the cigarette into – what you realize – is an empty can of beer. “Who’s your friend? Maybe I work with her.” And you felt your nape warmed up as you eyed him for a second. A pornstar too? You didn’t really frequent porn, always preferring to get off to what you could read, but you’d understand him being in porn. Macy was into weird and slightly off-putting guys – this dude would be her bread and butter.

You’ve been silent too long. Clearing your throat, you nod after taking a sip of your drink. “Macy Meadows.”,you say, offering her porn name with a thought that it may be wisest to do so.

The man’s unibrow raises and he smiles big, something odd passes his dark eyes but it leaves when he nods. “Macy Meadows? Blonde ‘an on the bigger side?” Your eyebrows furrow and you smile a bit bigger, he nods and holds out his hand to you. “I’m Pete, I’m filming the flick she’s gonna star in.” Far more relaxed now, you almost breathe relief before you take his hand and shake it with a soft laugh.

“Oh wow! That’s so cool.”,you chirp, pulling your hand away with a bit of effort after his grip tightens a bit. You swallow and subtly wipe your hand onto your dress, his grip a bit clammy. “It’s nice to meet you – I mean Macy has been talking about the movie non stop since she got the lead spot. She’s super excited to be able to break out in this work and well – you’re such a big help, she mentioned you casted her.” Pete smiles a bit bigger, it’s more a grin than anything while he nods attentively to your words.

Then he hums. “Oh yeah? Well she’s great, can’t wait to start film’n next week.” Then he snaps his fingers and sucks his teeth. “Shit actually – I think I might know where she went off to. Last I saw one of my guys was taking her to lay down after a little too much blow.” He chuckles a bit then he nods while tossing the beer can to the floor behind him carelessly. “Wanna go see her?” Breathing a huge sigh of relief, you nod.

“Yes, please.”

Pete leads you away from the living room and towards a beautiful spiraling staircase that’s made of some sort of glass with silver railings. With a gesture for you to walk ahead of him, you do so and you look around while downing the rest of your cup of juice. The house is amazing, nothing like what you’ve seen and you’re a bit in awe when Pete eventually guides you down the corridors. From various rooms you hear less than pure noises but you simply walk close to Pete with your cup discarded on some side table you pass by.

When Pete opens a door, you walk inside and your eyes immediately scan a warmly lit room with trashy animal print bedding and an overall trashy theme of zebra and leopard print. Your eyebrows furrow, shifting your focus from the room. “Macy isn’t…” Hearing the door shut and a lock click, you immediately spin around and face Pete with your eyebrow raising and lips pressing into a flat line. It’s as if every “Rape Prevention” week files into your head. You hold a breath of air in your lungs, you suddenly feel really stupid and overwhelmingly worried.

“Why do you look so scared?”,he asks after a silence that’s a bit too long while his eyes stare a bit too hard.

Clenching your jaw, he takes one step forward and you take one back with a nervous laugh bursting from your lips as forced as the smile you wear. “I-I’m not I–Macy isn’t her-here.”,you say with as much confidence as a fish must have while being dangled over a shark pit.

Pete laughs a bit, it makes your bones feel cold to the marrow. “Yeah, no – she’s actually with the writer for the new flick we’re film’n with her.” So he wasn’t lying there, he was the director. Of course, Macy told you that. But why would he do this? You’re positive there’s plenty of women who’d fuck someone to get ahead and maybe you’d debase yourself if it called for it but this doesn’t. “How close are you ‘an Macy?”

Quickly, you try to appeal to his conscience. Your hands go over your heart and you nod. “Very – Really, really close. I mean she’s been my best friend since junior high so I–uhm–” He’s walking forward, you’re walking back as he tucks his hands into the dark zip-up he wears. It’s sickening, the way he seems to only smile a bit wider and the way his eyes seem more excited. As if you’ve given him something valuable.

“Do you wanna cost her what’ll make her a star?” Your footsteps stop when your brain processes what he’s saying. Blinking, your lips part then shut but he continues. He stops so close that if you extended your hand out you’d touch his chest. “Look – either you let me fuck you, or she gets fucked outta ‘a job and ever work’n around here.” That sickness in your stomach slams into your ribcage, your lips press and the fear that’s been crawling up from your kidneys seems to bleed out on your flesh as your eyes sting and your hands begin to shake.

Macy. You think about how excited she’s been for this, how she’s been doing slop work for over three years now and she’s been so excited to finally work in a real production. You have so much she doesn’t. The idea of screwing her over makes you nauseous but the entire situation with this sick fuck makes you feel worse. Still, it’s Macy. You blink hard and you try to evade the fogginess in your eyes while you look around the room, taking a step back and jumping when your leg touches the bed.

“I-You d-don’t want me.” Your voice shakes as he tilts his head and furrows his unibrow. So many lies come to mind, so fucking many lies from claiming an STD to claiming your dad’s a cop – but the truth spills out like vomit your stomach is desperate to hurl onto the soft carpet. “I-I won’t know what I’m doing.” And that was a very stupid thing. Very stupid. Because the moment the implication registers in his brain, he exhales hotly.

“Oh fuck yes.”

Hardly able to register his words, you whimper when he roughly shoves you onto the bed by a rough hit of your chest with his hand. You flop onto the bed, your dress flutters up high on your thighs and the straps fall down your shoulders. Pete’s dark eyes are wide and his teeth show with his wide grin as he tosses his hoodie down and immediately grabs you by the space between your jaw and neck with his hold hand. You cry out, a hot pain shoots through those nerves when he roughly manhandles you to have your entire body on the bed.

Slotting between your spread legs, he releases you only to rough grab the back of your head and force you into a kiss.

Tears squeeze out from your screwed eyes, you immediately shake your head. “Mmf! St-Stop! G-Get–mmf–” His lips are chapped, his tongue that invades your mouth tastes like beer and nicotine. Calloused hands are rough, sweeping up and down your thighs, squeezing before smacking the flesh to make you jump and yelp at the sting. Sickness churns in your stomach, sweat at the nape of your neck as he practically fucks your mouth with his pierced tongue. Your eyebrows sew up and you try to hit at his chest and shove him off of you.

Only when you bite into his tongue does he rip off of you with a shout of pain.

You swallow a metallic taste, panting as you look up at him with wide eyes. Blood spills from his mouth, his hand covering his mouth as you stare in shock for a few moments. “Fuck’n hell, goddamn…”,he mutters before spitting into his palm. Bloody spit pools there and some drips down from the corner of his lips. When his dark eyes snap to your face, your heart drops into your stomach.

“Please just let me–” The most pathetic squeak leaves your mouth when his hands suddenly grip your throat. Your jaw shifts and clicks, you gasp out and your eyes roll back – hot tears sting your eyes as your hands grip his wrists and scratch at them. Teary eyes focus back on his face, he looks somehow furious and absolutely hungry at the same time as you feel a fuzzy sensation beneath your scalp akin to television static.

“Listen you fuck’n stupid broad.”,he spits venemously, his bloody spit warm and wet on your throat where he’s borderline strangling you. He’s not even flinching at your nails catching some of his skin. “I ain’t never had a virgin before so here’s what’s going to happen – I can either choke you the fuck–” He punctuates the harsh, spitting swear with a rough slam down of your head. Your head is stinging rather than fuzzing now, tears rolling down your temples and hands weakening on his wrists. “–out…or you can shut the fuck up ‘an let me fuck this young cunt ‘a yours. Nod if you want me to just fuck you ‘an get it over with.”

For a moment you genuinely consider letting him just strangle you so he can use you in a way you won’t be able to remember. But what if he cums inside of you? Weakly, you choke and nod. Immediately he releases your throat and you gasp for a choked breath, hands flying to rub and hold your own neck while you listen to the sounds of his belt being undone. Your vision begins to clear of the spots and stars, your eyes looking around desperately as your throat aches and hurts.

“Stupid fuck’n tease…”,he mumbles, dragging you down by your knees.

Gasping, you hoist yourself up by the elbows to see what he’s doing despite yourself. But a sudden rough backhand to the face makes you cry out, your head jerking to the side and a hot pain shooting through your face. And Pete laughs. Like something is hilarious as he grabs hold of your panties and starts to pull them down.

Any fight in you died with the slap and you lay on your back. Tears rolling down your temples as your soft sobs hit your lips and you hold your cheek while feeling the cold air hit your warm cunt. Pete suddenly reaches out and you flinch, earning another laugh from him when he grabs you by a fistful of your hair at the top of your head and forces you to sit up. “I want you to see what’ll be popp’n your cherry. But to be frank, I’m not too sure if I believe you.” And your eyes widen looking at his cock as he roughly rips down the neckline of your dress to expose your tits. “All you college bitches are sluts. Even the prudes.”

His cock isn’t the longest but god it looks so thick. You blink hard and your lips part then shut as he holds one of your knees against his waist while his other hand holds his cock once he roughly releases your hair. The idea of him going in dry makes you nauseous, you quickly shake your head. “W-Wait just–” You flinch when he glares at you. “P-Please not dry please–” You’re crying again. Tears rolling down your cheeks as your pleading eyes look along his features as if begging for some shred of decency, humanity.

Dark eyes rove along your features, then down to your cunt bared to him. “Fuck…fuck’n crybaby…” And you breathe in short relief, as much as you can feel in this situation, when he uses his thumbs to spread your lips. Grimacing when he spits some more bloody spit onto your cunt, the warm wetness makes you exhale hotly. This all feels foreign and terrifying, you’ve done things with guys but never sex. And never fucking that left your cheek throbbing and throat aching.

Rubbing his cockhead up and down your folds, slicking his uncut cockhead and your cunt – you’re a panting mess while watching him. Some shameful part of you burns because your body seems to be enjoying what he’s doing. Your heart thumping quickly and your cunt feeling wetter. Unfortunately, he’s rough again when he grabs you by the side of the head and shoves your cheek into the bedding. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch, get ready.” And your wide eyes burst wide open, his hand on the side of your head covering your mouth when he positions his cockhead at the entrance and simply slams right in.

The “foreplay” was for nothing. You scream into his palm and he laughs, gripping your waist with the other hand. The pain is unimaginable, a hot and searing agony up your cunt and shooting through every nerve from your fingertips to your toes. Sobbing is muffled against his hand and your hands pull at the bedding he starts to fuck you into. “Oh fu-fuck you weren’t bullshitt’n. Ah Christ, that’s a virgin cunt – or was.” He’s groaning like an animal as his thick cock slides in and out of you with rapid and rough thrusts that leave you little time to adjust.

When your screaming is just soft sobs, he removes his hand and you gasp shakily when he grabs your jaw. “Please j-just stop I…” The hot and stinging pain is throbbing, your eyes forced down to watch his cock slip in and out of you. A ring of blood at the base of his cock dragging up like a red condom every time he pulls out. Your eyes widen and you sniffle, hiccuping a bit while you look up at his face twisted in pleasure. “P-Please d-don’t cum inside of me – please don’t please–” Once again, he shuts you up.

This time it isn’t a slap. It’s three fingers in your mouth.

Your eyebrows sew up, eyes blurry with tears as you taste the cigarettes on his three fingers shoved into your mouth. Watching his face, your eyes look down as you pant and cry softly. Shame. More shame washes into you as your cunt begins to enjoy what his thick cock does to your gummy walls. He’s so thick and rough, it feels like his cockhead brushes up against that sensitive point like a fucking fist slamming onto a red button. And your fingers curled into the bedding start to curl harder, your eyes shutting and head dipping back as sobs meld into moans and whines.

“Finally…enough bitch’n…”,Pete grunts, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, wiping them onto your stinging cheek so his hands can grip both of your thighs to push against your tits. You whine and your lips part for a fumbling moan as he starts to fuck into you – somehow – even rougher than before. “There’s that college whore in you.” He laughs, keeping your thighs pressed into your tits as he fucks you into the bed.

When his thrusts start to get sloppy and messy, you’re a bit confused before your eyes look from his cock to his face. You’re gasping and moaning, but you shake your head and you start to hit his chest. “N-No – please don’t–” And you gasp out when he suddenly pulls out, roughly grabbing your hair and yanking you up. Sitting up on his knees, your face scrunches when he aims his cock and a warm, thick substance shoots across your face.

Pete grunts and groans. “Oh f-fuck me – fuck fuck that’s fuck’n it, bitch–” Grimacing, your entire body is a trembling mess of pain and unexplored pleasure, tossed back like some whore when he’s done painting your face.

Your knees press and you catch yourself on your hands before your back can hit the bed again. Panting heavily, your throat aching and one eye screwed shut as you feel a glob of cum rolling down from your forehead over your lashes – you shake and quiver while watching him fix his pants with a sweaty, flushed face. He’s not tearing his eyes from you, grinning and looking at you like an artist would look at their artwork. Or how a hunter would look at the doe they just shot. It feels like you’re in shock, holding your breath while shaking and waiting for him to hit you again or take another virginity.

Instead, he snatches up his hoodie and tugs it on. When he tosses something at you from his pocket, you flinch. “You’re a good pair ‘a tits. When you realize you’re nothin’ more than 'a bag 'a holes, call me. We need more that're young and perky.” You blink rapidly, looking down at what’s between your wedge heels.

A fucking business card.

Pete DiNunzio. Sick fucking bastard.