#trying to massage out the muscle knots that are so tight they actually feel like bone

[sassmill]

OW

[etherealval]

— tension relief

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

warning: suggestive content, kissing & massaging (?)

a/n: thank you guys sm for 100 followers !! i literally started writing just because i was bored and didn’t think people would actually read my stuff ?!?! i love all of you <33

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you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing the slight furrow in his brow. it was subtle, but it was there—tension. without thinking too much about it, you shifted a little closer, letting your leg brush against his. "you okay?"

he blinked, turning his head to meet your eyes. "yeah, just a little stiff, i guess. been sitting weird all day." his voice was casual, but there was an underlying strain that told you he was feeling more than a little discomfort.

"do you want me to give a massage?" you asked, your voice soft but teasing, trying to lighten the mood.

his eyes flickered with surprise, and then he let out a low chuckle. "uh, sure, if you’re offering."

"turn around," you instructed, already shifting to kneel behind him on the bed. he hesitated for a moment before moving to sit cross-legged in front of you, his back now facing you. you could feel the anticipation humming between the two of you, the air charged with something unspoken. you placed your hands on his shoulders, gently at first, feeling the tension knotted beneath his skin. his muscles were tight, and you began to slowly work your thumbs into the knots, applying just enough pressure to coax a soft groan out of him. the sound sent a little thrill through you, and you bit your lip, focusing on kneading the tight spots with care.

"that feels… really good," he muttered, his voice slightly hoarse, like the sensation was hitting deeper than he’d expected.

you smiled, encouraged by his reaction. your hands slid lower, down the sides of his neck, your fingers pressing into the curve of his spine. the heat from his skin seeped into your palms, and your touch became slower, more deliberate, each movement lingering just a bit longer than necessary.

your hands drifted lower, brushing against the muscles along his back, tracing the contours of his body in slow, purposeful strokes. you noticed how his breath hitched, how his muscles tightened and relaxed under your touch, and how his entire posture seemed to melt into you. it was more intimate than you'd expected, each press of your fingers drawing out a deeper, softer sound from him. the energy between you had shifted, no longer casual but something heavier, charged.

the movie continued to play in the background, long forgotten. all you could focus on was the steady rise and fall of his breathing and the way your hands danced over his body. the tension you’d first noticed seemed to have transformed into something else, something thicker, more palpable.

you leaned in a little closer, your breath fanning across the back of his neck as your hands slipped lower, brushing over his sides. you could feel him tense beneath your touch, but it wasn’t from discomfort anymore. it was anticipation. your fingers trailed back up, lingering at the nape of his neck, your thumbs tracing slow circles over the sensitive skin there.

he let out a deep sigh, his body finally surrendering to your touch, his head tilting slightly as if he were giving in completely. you couldn’t help but notice how every sound he made, every twitch of his muscles, sent a thrill through you, your pulse quickening as the air between you grew thick with unspoken tension.

“god, that feels amazing,” he murmured, his voice lower, rougher than before. his words sent a ripple of heat through you, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling a rush of satisfaction at how easily you’d unraveled him.

your hands slid back up to his shoulders, squeezing gently before you leaned in closer, so close now that your chest brushed against his back. your breath was warm against his ear as you spoke, your voice barely a whisper, "want me to keep going?"

he shivered at the sound of your voice, and you felt him nod, unable to form the words. you shifted again, your legs on either side of him now, pulling him back into you slightly as your fingers found the tight muscles in his shoulders once more. this time, though, your movements were slower, more deliberate, your hands tracing the lines of his body with a touch that felt far more intimate than just a massage.

you pressed your thumbs into the tight spots near his neck, feeling the tension melt away underneath your fingers. the room was so quiet, the sound of his breathing and the movie’s faint dialogue the only things breaking the silence. his body leaned into yours, relaxed yet somehow charged with something heavier, more electric.

without thinking, you let your hands slide around to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. he tensed again, but this time it was different, the kind of tension that comes with wanting more.

“turn around,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

matt did as you asked, his movements slow and deliberate as he shifted to face you. his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them, filled with an intensity that made your pulse race. for a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you thick with anticipation. then, without a word, you leaned in and kissed him.

the moment your lips touched his, it was like something snapped between you. the kiss started slow, tentative, but the tension that had been building all evening made it impossible to stay soft for long. his lips moved against yours with increasing urgency, like he’d been holding back and now couldn’t stop himself.

his hands found your waist, fingers gripping tightly as he pulled you closer, your bodies pressed together. the heat of him was overwhelming, his chest rising and falling quickly, breath already ragged as the kiss deepened. your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as you tilted your head, letting the kiss grow hungrier, more intense.

his tongue slipped past your lips, teasing yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. every brush, every flick of his tongue made your body buzz with heat. you could feel him responding just as intensely, the way his breathing hitched, the way his hands tightened their grip on you, like he couldn’t get enough.

the kiss wasn’t soft anymore—it was desperate, almost possessive, as if every second apart had built up to this moment. your fingers trailed down the back of his neck, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch, and you let your hands slide lower, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer.

he groaned into your mouth, a low, rumbling sound that made your heart race. his hands moved from your waist, sliding up your back, pressing you even tighter against him until there was no space left between your bodies. the intensity of the moment made everything else fade away—there was no world outside this, just the feel of his lips on yours, the heat of his skin, and the way every touch seemed to ignite a fire deep inside you.

you could feel his heart pounding against your chest, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he broke the kiss for just a second, only to dive back in, more insistent, more demanding. his lips were rough now, urgent, as if he couldn’t stand to be apart from you even for a moment.

your hands slid down to his chest, feeling the muscles tense under your touch, and you pushed him back slightly, just enough to climb into his lap. the movement made him pause for a brief second, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he looked at you, breathless, lips swollen from the kiss. the sight of him like that, flushed and wanting, made something inside you twist with need.

you kissed him again, this time slower but no less intense, savoring the way he tasted, the way his hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch he could reach. every touch felt electric, every movement setting off sparks of heat that left you both breathless. when you finally pulled back, your lips still tingling from the intensity, both of you were panting, hearts racing, the air between you thick with everything left unsaid.

"feel better now?" you asked, your voice teasing but breathless, still caught up in the lingering heat between you.

a slow grin spread across his face as he nodded. "yeah.. but i think i might need another one of those massages soon."

taglist - @42angelgirl , @heartsforvin

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

a prompt: thick-as-thieves (and handsy) mates, johnny and reader.

When aches and pains strike, turn to giving each other remedial massages - far more efficient than a foam roller, and a useful skill to have since there's no room to pack one on a mission anyway.

And somehow, these sessions always conveniently take place in a common area. In front of ghost.

And the sighs and moans and vocal exclamations of relief and thanks? Just being grateful buddies - surely not trying to troll and get a rise out of him (while gaz tries to hold back his laughter).

Or perhaps ghost gets desperate - he's got muscles locked up tight and he’s getting desperate for relief, so finds himself asking for help. Obviously they only too happy to help - and surely if he’s going to need to strip they're more than happy to relocate to personal quarters.

A/N 1:  ooooh this was a challenging ask! I do not have the confidence to properly write for Soap yet, but I tried and I hope you like it <3   I don’t know if you wanted this to be so horny, but I feel like, you, Miya, know the vibe of this blog by now, so I like to believe you knew what you were getting into.   

A/N 2 (the real A/N):  I know you requested this a millennium ago, and I am SO sorry it’s so late but in my defence, I am truly and unconditionally a piece of shit.  18+ only MDNI

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

At least your involvement in all of it starts innocently enough.  Johnny’s groans and whines and wincing every time he bends over or stands or sits or breathes tug at your heartstrings—you hate seeing your happy, horny puppy of a friend constantly in pain.  So you offer to work his joints for him, work on some of that tension in his back, in his shoulders, offer some sort of comfort. 

What you don’t know is that, while his pain is genuine, it’s also a ploy.  

Your relationship with Johnny is…strange but it works. You fuck each other on occasion, because you realise the need for a healthy outlet for stress relief (you tell yourself that the orgasms are a bonus!).  You leave it at that and you don’t try to search for meaning and deeper feelings where none exist.  You do love each other, but you’re friends first and foremost, that’s the rule.

Besides, you know who Soap really wants.  Everyone on base knows who Soap really wants, except, it seems, the object of his desire.  And by the time you figure out that you’re being used as a tool in the ploy, it’s too late…and you find that you don’t actually mind the means, when you finally figure out Johnny wants as the result.  It’s the same thing you’ve wanted for so long, but been too shy to ever say aloud.  So you play along.  

And so when you give Johnny your “remedial massages”, you don’t question him on why they need to be at the ass-crack of dawn in the gym.  The preferred time for the Lieutenant to use the gym, in fact, the only time he does.  You don’t question why, somehow, Ghost is always around when you’re twisting and contorting Soap’s muscles to aid him stretching, why the groans that leave Soap sound surprisingly like the ones he makes when he’s inside you, why winding up Ghost seems to have made your sex life with Soap infinitely better.       

But you’re in on the joke now.  And far be it from you not to appreciate a well thought-out strategic manoeuvre.  

And you are succeeding because you do wind Ghost up—that much is clear.  You see his body tense, fists clenching at his sides, while he watches the two of you with narrowed eyes.   It’s almost Machiavellian, you realise, Johnny’s plan. 

If you keep following his cues and try to decipher the real meaning behind the shallow words he says, it almost certainly leads you to exactly where you need to be.  Helping him stretch his legs, with your hands dancing over his thighs, his eyes wide and attentive and glossy with his arousal.  Rubbing his shoulders with your breasts pressed tight against his back and his low groans in sync with the knots you work in the muscles.  It all just works. All with Ghost as your witness.

Until Ghost decides he’s had enough.  

Until a series of events that starts with Gaz rolling his eyes at your latest iteration of the melodrama—Soap working on your back for a change, drawing low, breathy moans from you as you relish in the feeling of his warm, hard palms on your lower back—and ends with Ghost watching the two of you in rapt attention. 

It’s electrifying, the feeling of Ghost’s eyes on your body.   You can almost feel it, the way Simon’s gaze moves between your bodies, his eyes tracing the grace of Johnny’s movement, always belied by the sheer bulk of him, but always present, always drawing attention to nimble fingers and a surprisingly agile frame.

It’s the same series of events that leads you to where you are now.  Watching them, with your hand busy in between your legs.  

You have strict instructions not to.  Your Lieutenant warned you, Johnny made you promise not to touch yourself until they could touch you.

But it’s not your willingness to blindly follow instructions that got you this far. 

Besides, your Lieutenant’s too busy getting his dick sucked.  And Johnny…well Johnny’s got his mouth too full to protest.       

[kinkyrafe]

Vanilla Night

Kinktober, October 26

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where everything is softer than it usually is.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzzz @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

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Rafe looks worn out the moment he steps through the door. His shoulders are tense, jaw tight, and the usual light in his eyes is dim. You can tell it’s been a rough day. The plans you made earlier in the week—dinner out, maybe a movie after, followed by great sex—were canceled when he texted you about how he was feeling down and just not up for it that day. You didn’t mind; you just wanted to see him, to be with him. So, you suggested something low-key instead, telling him he could come over, order some food, and watch a movie. No sex. No pressure.

You were a little surprised when he finally agreed—and here he is now, sitting on your couch in a pair of your sweatpants, playing with your hair, looking a little more relaxed after a quiet dinner. You put on a movie, something mindless that neither of you really pay much attention to, and as the night wears on, you reach over to rub his neck and shoulders. The tension that’s been building there all day starts to melt under your touch, and he leans into you with a soft sigh.

“This feels nice,” Rafe murmurs, his voice drowsy as you massage the back of his neck, your fingers working out the knots in his muscles.

You smile at the sound of his voice, pleased that he’s finally starting to unwind. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he says, then adds with a wry chuckle, “But you’re actually making me very horny right now.”

You pause for a second, then laugh softly, your hands still on his shoulders. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to…”

“No, don’t stop,” Rafe quickly interrupts, his hand reaching up to cover yours on his shoulder, his touch gentle but insistent.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “You want me to make you horny?”

Rafe shifts a little beside you, as if trying to find the right words. He grins. “Depends.”

“On what?”

He exhales softly, glancing over at you. “Could you just… go easy on me? I’m not really up for a whole scene tonight. I don’t have the energy for a challenge. I would just fail, and I don’t want you to have to punish me or anything.”

Your heart softens at his honesty. It’s never happened before for Rafe to admit when he’s not up for something intense, and it shows just how much he trusts you to understand. “I thought you didn’t want to have sex tonight,” you tease lightly, letting him know you’re listening without pushing.

“Can’t a guy change his mind?” he replies, though his tone is more tender than cheeky. “I feel a lot better now. This… all of this has helped. You helped.”

You take a deep breath, your gaze softening as you look at him. You want to be sure, completely sure, that this is what he wants—that he’s not asking for intimacy because he feels obligated, just because your relationship—or whatever this is at this point—started off as only sexual. “I wouldn’t want to exploit your vulnerability,” you say carefully, searching his face. “That’s not why I asked you to come over even though you felt like shit.”

Rafe’s expression immediately softens, and he squeezes your hand reassuringly. “I know. I didn’t think that for a second. If you’re not comfortable, then it’s okay, but I don’t feel exploited at all. On the contrary, actually.”

You hold his gaze for a long moment, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the trust there. You take a deep breath and nod slowly. “Okay. So you’re asking for sex, not a scene.”

Rafe swallows, his fingers still playing with yours. “Yeah, basically, I guess.”

“I won’t be comfortable dropping the power dynamics completely, though,” you say carefully, knowing you feel the safest in the structure you usually create.

He nods, understanding. “I know. I just… don’t push me too hard. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

You smile softly at that, appreciating how clearly he’s communicating his needs tonight. “Okay then,” you say, getting up and extending your hand to him. “Come with me. Let’s have some vanilla sex.”

Rafe stands, his hand slipping into yours as you lead him toward the bedroom. Once inside, you turn to face him, your expression serious yet soft. “I’m going to ask for a lot of confirmation today, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rafe replies, his voice steady, a grin on his lips. He is really looking forward to this, you can tell.

“Color?”

“Green.”

You nod, stepping closer, your hands moving slowly, deliberately, as you reach for his wrists. “I’m still going to tie your hands,” you say softly, your eyes meeting his. “How do you feel about that? Green for alright, yellow for no, red for ‘I changed my mind, sex was a bad idea.’”

He takes a deep breath, then gives you a small, but sure smile. “Green.”

“Good.” You grab the softest rope you can find, wrapping it securely around his wrists. “Lay down,” you instruct, guiding him gently to the bed. “And keep your hands over your head.”

Rafe lays back and stretches his arms over his pillow, his eyes on you, his breathing deepening as he settles into the bed. His body is relaxed, but you can sense the slight nervousness, the vulnerability that came with admitting he needs something softer tonight. It’s super intense in its own way. You only realize now that both of you have probably underestimated it. Still, somehow you know that it is still you, who needs to be the secure one about this—always clarifying exactly what you expect of him.

You climb onto the bed beside him, your hands moving to his chest, rubbing gently at first, just to keep that sense of connection. You lean down and press a soft kiss to his temple, your lips barely brushing his skin as you whisper, “Let go, babe. Let me take care of everything. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Rafe exhales slowly, his eyes fluttering closed as he nods, letting himself sink further into the mattress. “Okay,” he breathes.

Your hands trail down his body, slow and intentional, your touch gentle but commanding. You make sure to check in with him through every step, gauging his reactions, watching for any sign of hesitation. But all you see is trust. Rafe trusts you with everything in this moment—his body, his mind, his vulnerability.

“You’re perfect for me,” you murmur softly as your hands find their way to his hips, the words slipping out before you can stop them. But they feel right—true, even.

Rafe’s eyes open briefly, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “You think so?” His hands twitch but he doesn’t bring them down to touch you.

“I know so,” you reply, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth before continuing to kiss your way over his jawline and his neck down to his chest.

“You know you’re damn perfect yourself,” he whispers back just as gently, his body reacting to your lips on his skin.

As you move lower, you take your time, savoring every inch of him. There’s no rush tonight, no need for the usual games or control. You can feel how much this intimacy means to both of you, how it’s not just about pleasure but about care, about seeing each other fully.

You pause just before reaching his thighs, glancing up at him. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Green,” he whispers, his voice soft but sure.

You smile and continue, your movements slow and deliberate, making sure he feels every touch, every kiss. You watch the way his body reacts, how he relaxes more and more under your hands, how his breathing grows more labored, his pleasure building gradually.

You keep checking in with him, asking for confirmation, making sure he’s comfortable every step of the way. And each time, his answer is the same—green, always green. Because tonight isn’t about pushing limits or testing endurance. Tonight is about connection, about softness, about being exactly what you need from each other.

As the night wears on, Rafe’s body responds to your touch in ways that tell you just how much he trusts you—how much he needs this, needs you. And in this moment, you realize that this is more than just a night of comfort for him. It’s proof that no matter how tough things get, no matter how much the world weighs him down, you could be here to hold him, to take care of him. Somehow, deep down, even though you’re not sure enough to admit it, you know, that you are perfect for him.

And he, in turn, is just as perfect for you.

[in-my-loki-feels]

💆‍♂️ with lokius for the ask game? <3

I hope you don’t mind that I went down the au route for this one. 👀 Happy Yee haw Sunday, y’all! 

ETA: Now expanded to a 6k fic on AO3!

CW NSFW

6.💆‍♂️ Massage

“Tough day, Sheriff?” 

Annie wasn’t putting much pressure into her touch as she ran her hands over Mobius’ bare back, but none of Miss Eleanor’s girls were trained like that. They’d been instructed how to release tension the old fashioned way. 

Still, her hands smoothing over his skin felt nice as he lay on his stomach, head turned to the side and eyes closed. It had been a long day and when Miss Eleanor, an old friend, offered a hot bath and a massage—“On the house, for all your hard work, Sheriff”—Mobius had no reason not to accept. The only thing else he had calling his name was an empty house and a bottle of bourbon. 

The water from the bath had drained most of the tightness from his shoulders. Annie wasn’t gonna work out the rest, only help him get closer to a good night’s sleep. And all the girls here knew Mobius well enough not to try tempting him for anything more.  

A light knock at the door sounded before he could answer. 

“Sorry, Sheriff," Annie said with a sigh. "That’s probably Miss Eleanor. I’ll be right back.” 

“Take your time, Annie,” he said, not bothering to open his eyes. If Eleanor needed to pull Annie away for an actual paying customer, he wouldn’t complain. 

He didn’t hear their conversation, but a few moments later the door closed and soft footfalls came back to where he lay. Instead of picking up where she’d left off, Annie laid a single finger at the top of Mobius’ spine, then slowly drew it down the center of his back. That alone was unusual, but something else felt off, something about the feel of her finger. Annie’s skin was soft, unblemished by anything like—

Calluses, Mobius thought. His eyes flew open but before he could push himself up, two hands—larger and stronger than Annie’s—pressed down, keeping him in place as the owner of those hands hopped up to sit astride Mobius on the bed. 

“Now, now, Sheriff,” a familiar, highfalutin voice murmured near his ear. “No need to get up.” 

“Loki Laufeyson,” Mobius ground out, trying to see over his shoulder. There was enough light from the candles to recognize the man pinning him down, even if he couldn’t fully see that telltale smirk.

Loki had been a thorn in Mobius’ side since he took over as sheriff. They’d been playing cat and mouse for weeks, but Loki’d never sought him out like this. Mobius looked towards his revolver, but it was in its holster on the nightstand, well out of reach. 

“What d’you want?” he asked. 

A low chuckle above him made Mobius suddenly aware of the position he was in. Facedown on the bed, unarmed and naked ‘cept for a towel around his waist, with the most notorious outlaw in the West straddling his hips. Mobius could feel the inner seams of Loki’s chaps through the thin cloth and when Loki shifted to lean his weight into his hands, his knees squeezed Mobius’ sides. 

A spark of heat lit in Mobius’ belly, a dangerous feeling. 

“Thought you might want some help relaxing,” Loki said, his tone nonchalant but his grin audible. 

The drag of his hands across Mobius’ skin was so different from Annie’s dainty touch. Loki swept his hands up to Mobius’ shoulders, squeezing with surprising strength for a man who looked like he was missing his three square meals a day. Loki’s thumb found a knot and dug in, causing Mobius to groan. He heard another chuckle above him.

“So tense, Sheriff. What could have caused this?” 

“You know damn well,” Mobius grumbled. 

Loki didn’t respond, focusing on the troublesome spot he’d found, until Mobius felt the muscle loosen under Loki’s touch. He let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and Loki’s fingers moved on to seek out the next knot. 

Loki worked with startling efficiency. There was no doubt what he was doing was helping, but as the tension in Mobius’ back released, a different kind was building low in his gut. He tried to hold himself still, even as the urge to rock into the bed grew stronger with each sweep of Loki’s hands up his back.  

Then Loki spread his knees a little, putting more of his weight on Mobius as he shifted his hips and pressed an unmistakable hardness against Mobius’ ass. At the same time, he curled his fingers to drag his nails down Mobius’ back. 

“Fuck!” Twin jolts of heat shot through Mobius, making his hips jerk. He pressed his forehead against the bed, hot all over, unable to ignore his erection any longer. 

What the hell were they doing? 

“Loki, what—” He made a strangled sound as Loki’s hands settled on his waist and squeezed. Loki bent down low enough that his hair fell forward to tickle Mobius’ skin. 

“Get some rest, Sheriff,” he murmured in Mobius’ ear. “Might have another long day ahead of you.” 

Then he licked a line up the back of Mobius’ neck, shocking Mobius so thoroughly, he didn’t react when Loki swung a leg over him, getting off the bed as easily as dismounting a horse. Mobius was still recovering his wits when he heard the door close. 

He scrambled up then, but immediately pressed a hand to his crotch, afraid that if Annie walked in just then, she’d see more than he’d like her to. Loki was gone, would be long gone by the time Mobius was dressed enough to give chase. Mobius stared at the door, trying to will his erection away, and wondered what kind of game Loki was playing. 

He could’ve killed Mobius easily while he had him down, slit his neck or put a bullet in his head. Instead, he’d used those clever hands to unwind the knots in Mobius’ back, then slipped away, but not before making sure Mobius knew Loki had been enjoying it just as much as he had. 

Mobius blew out a breath, running a hand through his shaggy hair before reaching for his clothes. He wasn’t going to find Loki tonight, but he wasn’t gettin’ no sleep either. Maybe the answers he needed would be at the bottom of a glass of bourbon, or maybe it’d all make more sense in the morning. Either way, he wanted out of this room before Annie or Miss Eleanor found him in the state Loki had left him.

Prompts are here. Other ficlets here.

[greetingfromthedead]

Perfect Morning (Vash x GN!Reader)

Plot: You and an exhausted Vash spend your day in the hotel after saving the town and Vash gets a bit handsy.

Series: Tempest Wind

Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader

Raiting: Kinda mature, but not too spicy, sexual themes without actual smut, some kisses and tender touches.

Tags: Pre-Canon, Established Relationship, Intimacy, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Shy Vash, very light smut

Word count: 1.8k

Author's Note: It has been a very long time since I wrote anything at all, but like two months ago I got some Trigun related brainrot that wouldn't let me function anymore and I needed to write it down. It's a long story and I intend to publish it for all to read, but I do kinda want to finish writing it first and then release all of it all at once for bingereading. I have currently finished 23 chapters (~1.9k words each) and am running out of motivation eventhough I haven't even gotten to the truly juicy parts that have caused the main brainrot problems. So I am trying to motivate myself by publishing a demo here of a chapter in the story.

You wake up nearly completely on your back, a heavy weight on you, soft hair tickling your cheek. As your brain clears you realize Vash's head is resting on your chest, close to your shoulder, your arms around his neck. His arms are around you, one of your legs thrown over his hip as he sleeps on yours. His breathing calm and slow, face turned away from you. Leaving one of your arms resting on his back, the other hand gently strokes up, fingers finding his hair. He doesn't wake up to that and you close your eyes again, cheek against his head, fingers playing with the blond locks.

Warmth filling your chest as you stay like this for quite a while longer. The sunlight finds its way into the room despite the curtains and you hear people talking in the streets. Seems like some of them haven't stopped celebrating yet and the good news spreads from mouth to mouth that the town is saved. Some people are wondering who they have to thank, nobody actually having Vash's name.

You focus on Vash's breathing as he lays on you so you notice the change in his breathing, but keep running your fingers through his hair, nails running over his skin where the hair is shortest. Your other hand still rests on his back as you keep going. The snoring is gone, occasionally replaced by barely audible low moans.

"How long are you going to pretend to be asleep for?" you ask with a smile on your lips.

"Guess you found me out, huh?" a mumble reaches your ears. "But can I pretend a while longer?"

He nuzzles his face more into you, giving you access to more of the side of his head closest to you. He rolls even more onto you, his knee pushing your leg that is over his hip. His hands move down to either side of your waist, touching your skin where the shirt has been pushed up. His face and chest dig more into you as his weight shifts.

Both of your hands move onto the back of his neck, your thumbs feeling for the knots in his muscles and gently starting to rub them out. He lets out a relieved sigh, you can feel his hot breath through the fabric. He is not wearing a turtleneck, just a high neckline shirt so your fingers travel slightly underneath the collar to massage away more tight spots before moving up again, nails trailing over his skin into his hair, rubbing the sides of his head, pinching his ears lightly, thumbs playing with his earlobes, especially the one with the earring. You hear and feel him breathe heavy as he enjoys your touch.

His hands grab you tighter and trail upwards, fingers pushing under your shirt, over your skin. He feels the twitch in your body as he trails over your ribs. His head turns even more and his face moves closer till his lips touch your neck and start to leave burning kisses. His body shifts further so he lays between both your legs, his flesh hand moving down your side again, over to your butt, pulling your leg up to be over his hip, your feet locking on his ass as you enjoy his lips and touch, quiet and breathy moans escaping your throat, his heavy breathing pressing his chest into yours. Vash's kisses move down and brush over your collarbone, his metal hand has pushed your shirt as far up as it will go without exposing your chest. His lips skip over the fabric and land on your ribs, you feel his body brushing over yours. The hands that have been gripping his hair move to his back, griping his shirt as the kisses move over your stomach to the other side.

As your hands start to bunch up the cloth of his shirt to pull it up and over his head the weight of his body is suddenly gone. Both his hands moving over your sides to your arms making you let to go  and in a lightning fast move he has your arms pinned to the bed over your head, his fingers intertwined with yours. His body has moved up again and he gently presses his forehead to yours, supporting his body with his hands either side of you, still holding tight.

Your wide eyes look up at him, for a moment Vash avoids your gaze, mumbling "Sorry." But his eyes find yours regardless, your mouth still slightly open as you stare back.

"Why are you sorry?" you finally manage to speak out after gathering yourself enough to catch up with what just happened.

"I... I don't think I'm ready." he says, avoiding you again and you put your feet back onto the mattress, knees still bent to give him room.

"That's okay." you assure him gently and smile, "You have nothing to be sorry for, Red."

His body that you only just now realized was tense like a drawn bow relaxes and gently slumps onto you again, his grip lightening  as you pull out your hands to wrap your arms around him again for a hug and to stroke his back while he hides his face. Vash's ear is against your chest, listening to the racing of your heart. His arms move down again, taking some of his weight off of you as he supports himself on his elbows, his hands slipping between the mattress and your shoulders. His body on yours feels comforting.

"Room service!" you hear a muffled voice behind your door after a few nervous knocks that both of you had ignored. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

The two of you are still in bed, it feels like hours of blissfully laying in each other's arms, but in reality you don't know how long it has been. Long enough for Vash's stomach to start growling.

"Maybe they brought food?" you suggest while you still play with Vash's hair.

"Mmmm, maybe." he answers with a pout as his stomach voices its displeasure. "But then I have to get up."

"Don't worry, I'll take you back." you joke with a light laugh.

"But it won't be the same, " he whines. "It feels like I found something profound! If I move it will slip away!"

"It will slip away if you starve to death." you tug on his hair lightly.

"Helllooo?" the insistent voice still continuing between knocks.

Vash lets out a deep sigh and pushes himself up, looking at you with grumpiness for a moment and then staggers out of bed.

"Sorry! I'm coming!" he calls out towards the door. 

You sit up and see the door opening, a boy stands there with a large tray. He gives a wide smile, but you doubt it's genuine.

"Here you are, good sir! Our deluxe breakfast! It might be late afternoon already, but since we didn't see you at breakfast we assumed you sleep in! The chef cooked it all up especially for you! It's on the house as a thank you!"

The boy holds up the tray for Vash and he looked pleased with himself.  Vash takes the food and gives a kind smile back.

"Oh, tell everyone involved that we're very grateful for everything! It's so wonderful!" his left hand manages to balance the whole tray by itself and Vash ruffles the boy's hair.

"Will do, sir!" the lad turns around and runs off down the hall.

"It smells nice!" Vash exclaims as he closes the door. He walks over to the table in the corner and sets the tray down. He inspects everything closely, "There's pancakes! And eggs and sausages!"

You listen to him listing all the toppings and extras as he identifies them, eyes wide like an excited child. Seems like his pouty mood is completely gone. He puts down the dishes that were included, setting the table for two and starts pouring two cups of coffee.

"Come, come! They brought food for two!" he smiles at you.

"And you eat enough for two people!" you tease him, but Vash is not having any of it as he comes to stand by the bed with mischief in his eyes.

"Come, have breakfast with me." he says and offers you a hand.

"I'm not hungry." you say matter-of-factly, tone light and pretending to be serious.

"You never are." he takes both your hands and pulls lightly.

"See? Go eat by yourself! You already chose to abandon me to go open that door." you look him square in the eye pretending to be hurt by what he'd done.

"You vixen!" he laughs and pulls harder, trying to pry you up from the bed, but instead of giving in you brace yourself and pull back, trying to get him to bed. This tug-of-war takes Vash by surprise, but not enough to throw him off balance. You are strong, amazingly so, Vash has to struggle a bit to overpower you and manages to get you to your feet, but as you still refuse to budge he changes strategy and instead of pulling you by your hands, he switches gears and bows down a bit, places his hands on your waist and lifts you up onto his shoulder.

"That's not fair!" you exclaim and playfully slap him on the back.

He simply laughs and takes the few steps to the table, kicks out a chair and sits you down into it before pushing it to the table and almost falling into his own chair. The wide smile on his face lights up his eyes with joy and it warms your heart.

"At least have a taste! They cooked it all up especially for us!" he cheers you with his coffee cup and you can't help but smile and follow his lead.

"Oh, Red, you are ridiculous!"  you lightly clink your cups together.

"Not at all, Sweet Pea!" his eyes scan the room and seem to stop at something behind you. "Hold on, just one more finishing touch!"

He takes a quick sip and places the cup down, standing up from his seat and walking off. You follow him with your gaze, but you don't see what caught his attention. He fiddles with something on the commode and after a quiet click the room is filled with music. Vash turns to face you again and you see the little radio.

"I will dance with you after breakfast! Even if you are kicking and screaming on my shoulder again!" he laughs as he returns to you.

"As I said: absolutely ridiculous!" you roll your eyes and sip on your coffee. Vash starts piling food on his plate, making sure you take at least one bite of everything.

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[cryptid-ghoulette]

Mushy may - massage

Have some Copia and Aether fluffiness (You will never convince me that a quintessence back rub wouldn’t be absolutely phenomenal)

Mushy May prompts by @forlorn-crows crows WC - 520 No warnings, all fluff

All the ghouls piled off the bus, bags in tow, breaking into smaller groups and chattering amongst themselves with equal parts excitement and exhaustion. While everyone else was eager to get back to their respective rooms in the abbey, Copia waited behind, moving slower than usual, lingering in the doorway, arching his back trying to stretch out a particularly stubborn knot.

The bus wasn’t exactly the height of luxury, and the bunks, while fine for the first week, really started to make everyone’s muscles tight and sore toward the end (and that wasn’t even taking the actual shows into account), so it wasn’t any surprise that Copia’s back was protesting the lack of care, a dull ache that sparked angrily up his back each time he bent over.

Eventually, he made his way out of the bus, wandering down the hallways on autopilot, muttering curses under his breath each time he stepped wrong and the pain flared up again, his bed calling to him like a siren. His path naturally took him past the ghoul quarters, and he peeked into their common room, checking to see if anyone was there (knowing full well most would be in theirs or others' rooms) and saw Aether lounging on the couch, half-watching something playing on the TV in front of him. Copia tried to sneak away unnoticed, but Aether looked up and made eye contact, a smile creeping across his face.

“Hey there, handsome,” he said, turning down the volume on the TV, immediately noticing how slowly Copia was moving, his voice turning to one of concern. “Come, have a seat, you must be tired.” Copia nodded, slowly shuffling over to the space on the couch that Aether was patting, sitting down with a slight groan

“It’s been a long few months, we’re all tired and sore, no need to be prideful right now, Papa,” he chuckled quietly. “Let me help.” Again, Copia nodded, too tired and sore to protest, letting Aether place his hands on his tense shoulders, gently massaging the places he could feel the knots, working some of his magic into his muscles. Copia let out a deep sigh and dipped his head forward slightly; he could feel the weight being lifted with each gentle motion of the ghoul's magic hands.

“Feeling a little better?” Aether said sweetly. Copia hummed softly. “Si, much better thank you.”

“I’m glad,” Aether replied, noticing Copia struggling to keep his eyes open. “Now, how about we get you to your room, Papa? A nice warm shower and an early night will do you wonders.”

Copia muttered in some sort of agreement, already half-asleep, his knees shaking as he tried to stand. Aether placed a hand on his shoulder, steadying the smaller man as they walked together down the dimly lit hallway.

When they reached Copia's room, he paused for a moment, hand on the door handle. “Thank you, Aether,” he murmured gratefully.

"Anytime," Aether replied with a smile, watching as Copia shuffled into his room. Satisfied and exhausted himself, Aether turned back toward the common room, ready to collapse in his own bed.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Eager to please

Pairing: Young! Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ explicit smut, Tony being a puppy. Sub! Tony?

Word count: 800ish?

Tony Stark Masterlist

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Tony placed a fourth cup of coffee next to your computer, glancing at your eyes which were glued to the glaring white screen, focused on the task at hand while your shoulders were drooped in exhaustion.

“I know it’s rich coming from me but, you need to go easy on the coffee, babe. And you probably should think about sleep.”

He kept his voice soft, moving behind you to place his hands on your shoulders, trying to work the knots out. After a few moments, you actually registered Tony’s gentle touch on your back while your mind was still preoccupied with the files open in front of you.

“That’s great honey, thanks.” You murmured monotonously, never taking your eyes off the screen as your already trembling fingers reached for the mug of coffee.

Before the hot liquid could touch your lips, your chair was swivelled away from your computer, making you come face to face with your worried boyfriend.

“Alright time out, Y/N. Give yourself a break, I’m sure this can wait—”

“It really cannot! I have a deadline, leave me alone!” Your voice was harsher than you meant it to be, regretting yelling at Tony as instantly you turned back around.

Sighing, Tony crouched to your level behind you, gently exposing your neck to him to place a soft kiss against your skin.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap like—”

Your apology was cut short as Tony continued to caress your skin with his soft lips, kissing up the side of your neck and behind your ear.

“Shh..it’s okay. I know what stress on steroids looks like. You know I’m worse.” He murmured, sensing a smile on your face that mirrored his, making you melt against him.

You let him massage your shoulders, relaxing your tight muscles for a brief moment before work demanded your attention again.

“I really need to get this done, I’m sorry.”

Tony simply hummed in reply, leaving you be after a final kiss against your temple. You had been ignoring him for the past few days, not intentionally, never, but work had taken over so much of your time, it was filling you with equal parts regret and stress.

It wouldn’t be Tony Stark if he weren’t upto something always, your concentration was broken yet again when he got under the table in front of you, his big brown eyes full of mischief.

Splaying his hands on your thighs, he coaxed your legs open, shuffling ahead on his knees as he littered your inner thigh with small kisses and nips.

“Puppy…” you shot him a warning look, shaking your head when he gave you a wink in return. The pet name you had for him only spurred him on.

“Give me five minutes?”

There wasn’t a soul on the planet who could resist Tony Stark’s pleading eyes. You were no exception. Watching as he slotted himself between your legs, making your sleep shirt ride up while toying with the fabric of your panties before sliding them aside.

“Looks like someone’s been wanting this…”

He teased your folds open, smirking as slick gathered on his fingers.

“Tony I swear to God—”

Yet again, you had to swallow the rest of your words as Tony dove nose first into your core, latching onto your bundle of nerves without warning and eliciting a gasp from you.

Holding your thighs in his arms, he pulled you forward and wasted no time in delving his tongue through your folds, imploring you to give in to his caresses.

Your head rolled back as his tongue teased at your entrance, keeping your core exposed to him with his deft fingers.

The visual itself was enough to make you come; Tony Stark on his knees with your legs resting on his shoulders, mouth glistening with your arousal as he focusing on bringing you pleasure, moaning softly.

“Look at you baby…making me feel so good.” your fingers found purchase in his soft, fluffy hair, using it to grip and push yourself impossibly closer to his wicked mouth. The man let out a muffled grunt to your praise, opening those doe eyes to gaze up at you before getting back to work like the good boy he was.

You began rocking your hips against his face, his nose rubbed against your clit as he ate you out expertly, drawing out sinful moans and cries from your lips.

All of your pent up stress gladly travelled down to your belly, tightening up in a coil that wound with every lick and nudge. The muscles in your legs twitched as Tony continued his assault.

“I’m not going to last, Tony.” You murmured, steering his face the way you pleased while he happily obliged, letting you use him like your personal toy.

Readjusting his position, his fingers teased your folds, mouth latching onto your clit once again before intruding your entrance, slow at first, moving them in a ‘come hither’ motion. 

You sighed as his finger stretched your walls, letting you know how much they had missed him. Adding another finger, Tony ran his tongue in circles around your clitoris, making your heart beat wildly around it as all blood travelled towards your core.

Your orgasm wasn’t far away as you felt your legs tremble, belly tightening before the coil finally snapped and you came.

The man relentlessly drove his fingers in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm and making way for another one that quickly approached. Your face was flushed as was your body as you tugged on his hair with both your hands now, unsure if you were pushing him away or pulling his face closer.

Your heels dug into his back as you wriggled, crying out in pleasure when Tony added a third finger, the dirty and sinful squelching of your arousal sounded through the room combined with your moans.

It felt as though every cell in your body was alive as you came for the second time that night, harder than you remembered you had in the past. Arousal gushed to your core as your walls fluttered and spasmed around Tony’s fingers, soaking them and the chair.

Your bundle of nerves echoed your erratic heartbeat as your mind slowly floated back to reality; still out of breath as a dopey smile formed on your face.

It was everything you needed in the moment, a time out, a distraction. And your boyfriend knew just the right tricks.

“You should be illegal, Tony Stark.” You sighed happily, giggling as he crawled back up to meet you halfway for a kiss.

“How many orgasms is it going to take to get you to come to bed, Miss Y/L/N?” He smirked against your lips, pleased at how relaxed your body felt as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Hmm…just maybe couple more? I’m sure he wants it.” You smirked back, palming his erect cock through his pants.

“You know I’m eager to please.”

[bbyquokka]

hii bby hope you're doing well 🫶🏼

I was hoping you could bless us with soft, tired changbin coming home tired and sore from the gym so obviously you have to sit him in front of you to massage those glorious arms, pecs and back ✨

anon, darling, pls are you trying to kill me 😭

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MDNI

warnings: gn!reader, gym mentioned, reader calls changbin 'bun', changbin is soft, massages, gets a lil suggestive towards the end

the door to your apartment swings open, a tired and very sore changbin drags himself through the hallway and to the living area, where you're currently situated.

feet up on the sofa, a mug of your favourite warm beverage in hand as you watch your TV series. you didn't notice changbin at first, too absorbed in the show.

it wasn't until he flopped down on the sofa, stomach first did you notice him.

“woah there baby!” you laugh softly, holding your mug up to avoid any spillage and accidental burning. changbin mumbles something inaudible as you place your mug on the coffee table.

“what was that darling?” you softly say, brows furrowing together. changbin lifts his head up just enough, his eyes droopy and heavy with sleep.

“m’tired.” he mumbles, looking at you. your heart instantly melts at the sight of him. hair curly due to the sweat, his typical gym attire of a plain black tee and shorts, showing off his defined muscles.

you coo softly reaching down and stroking his hair softly, ignore that wet feeling of his hair.

“go shower.” you say, “you smell.”

“charming.” he rolls his eyes playful before lifting himself up off the sofa. his muscles scream at him, telling him to chill and slow down.

he's overdone it at the gym. overworked himself until he felt fatigue and tender.

“dont wanna. too tired.” changbin states, deciding on kneeling down on the wood floor by your feet purely because his legs feel too heavy

you laugh softly, planting your own feet on the floor and leaning forward. changbin hums, resting his head on your thigh as he closes his eyes.

you look down at him, twisting his curls around your finger.

“my tired bun.” you hum softly, fingertips tracing the outline of his jaw and chin. your touch is feather like, making changbin melt and full relax.

“tired and sore.”

“did you overdo it, bun?” changbin nods his head slowly, a soft yawn escaping from his mouth. he covers it up with his hand, using that same hand to rub his eyes. “i know. go bathe and I will give you a massage. how does that sound?”

“sounds perfect, actually.”

“of you go then bun.”

half an hour later, changbin walks out of the bathroom in nothing but grey boxer shorts. his black hair still wet, water droplets falling from the tips and landing on his pecs, before rolling down his abs to the waistband of his boxer shorts.

you pat the mattress of your shared bed as an indication for him to sit in front of you. he hums softly, the humidity and warmth of the shower relaxed his muscles more, making him feel even more exhausted than before.

he sits in front of you, back to you. you kneel up, pressing your chest against his back as you kiss his cheek softly.

“my darling bun, where does it hurt the most?”

“mhm...” changbin thinks “back.” you nod, instantly pressing your thumbs into his back muscles. he groans deeply as you use your finger knuckle to massage deep and slow circles on him.

“f-fuck...” changbin grunts, eyes fluttering shut, “feels... good.” his screaming muscle calming down, the tight knots loosening up with each rub.

you kiss his neck softly, planting gentle and tender kisses behind his ear – his sweet spot.

“oi. massage now, sex later.” changbin grunts. you giggle innocently, gently biting the tender spot and feeling satisfied when changbin lets out a throaty moan.

“anywhere else?”

“just arms and pecs really.” you look at him confused to which he laughs at. “chest day.”

“ohhh.” you laugh before massaging his arms. you dig your fingers into his muscles, giving his biceps the occasional squeeze. after the nth time of you squeezing his biceps, changbin looks at you with a raised brow.

“bun, you can't expect me to not squeeze your biceps! especially when you're half naked and still wet from the shower! you'd do the same if it was me!”

changbin opens his mouth to say something, before closing it and shrugging. “fair.”

“i rest my case.” you grin before shuffling in front of him. you start massaging his pecs, soft, deep moans and grunts from changbin as he feels his muscles relax. he closes his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the feeling.

you look down at his perky nipples, feeling a sense of playfulness and cheekiness wash over you.

you pinch his nipple. his eyes open suddenly, hand flying to the nipple you pinched as you burst out laughing.

“ouch! my nipple!” you laugh, clutching your stomach as changbin pouts, rubbing his, now sore, nipple. he smirks, wrapping his strong arms around your midriff.

you squeal as Changbin lays flat on his back with you on top of him. you blush due to being in close proximity to his face.

“youre a menace, y/n.” he whispers against your lips. your eyes flutter shut, lips ghosting against his in a teasing manner.

“you love it though, seo changbin.”

“mhm.” he purrs, hands roaming your body as you place your legs either side of him, chest flush against his “that I do.”

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[cringemesstickles]

Tickling > Massage

(TickleTober Day 28: Massage)

Summary: Dean offers to give Sam a massage (honestly, Dean just being an awesome big brother)

Pairing: NONE!!

Word Count: 1,157

A/N: oops my hand slipped. Y’all this is so soft I actually wanted to cry-

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In a dingy motel room, the Winchester brothers find themselves with a rare moment of downtime. Sam sits on the edge of his bed, hunched over his laptop, furrowing his brows as he scans through lines of ancient text. Dean, cleaning his guns at the other end of the room, glances over at his younger brother and sighs.

“Sammy, you’re gonna turn into a pretzel if you keep sitting like that,” Dean comments.

Sam lets out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta be brushed up on lore.”

Dean sets his gun aside and stands up, stretching his arms above his head.

“Well, how ’bout taking a break? You look like you could use a massage.”

Sam looks up, skeptical. “A massage? Since when are you offering massages?”

“Since I noticed you’re about as tense as a death row inmate.”

Sam hesitated, but couldn’t deny that a massage did sound nice.

“Fine, but make it quick.”

“You won’t be saying that once I get started.” Dean replies, motioning for Sam to lie down on his stomach.

Sam reluctantly obeys, lowering himself onto the bed and resting his head on his crossed arms.

Dean perches himself on Sam’s hips, his hands hovering above his brother’s back momentarily before making contact. He began to gently massage his fingers into the younger’s shoulders, taken aback by how tight the muscles were, having to increase the pressure quite a bit just to get the knots out.

Sam tensed at first, but gradually felt himself melt into the touch, letting out a sigh of contentment.

“That alright?” Asked Dean, an amused smile forming on his face.

“Uh-huh,” Sam hummed, allowing his eyelids to flutter shut in bliss.

The elder then begins to work his fingers into the backs of Sam’s ribs, and that’s when he hears it: a giggle.

Dean smiled knowingly, lightening his touch a little.

“What’s so funny?”

Sam flushed a rosy shade of pink and he tried not move too much, not wanting Dean to catch on.

“N-Nothing, nothing… you can keep going.” He shoved his face in his arms to stifle any noise he might make, trying to ignore the tingling sensations coursing through his body.

Oh yeah… Dean was going to have fun with this.

“If you say so.” Shrugging his shoulders, he went back to work, kneading his fingers into the sensitive rib bones, carefully massaging the tender spot.

With his composure crumbled like a cookie, Sam burst into a storm of giggles, squirming lightly under the ticklish touch.

The elder could feel his heart melting into a puddle, fully endeared by his little brother’s joy filled expression and he couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle of his own.

Sam had his face turned to the side, leaving his dimples on full display, as well as his flushed cheeks. His eyes were squeezed shut in mirth as he continued to titter and wiggle, a sight that Dean couldn’t help but melt over.

Sam always liked to act as if he wasn’t ticklish, so naturally, swallowing his pride and admitting that it tickled would be too much and he’d rather just endure the tickling.

Taking pity, the older man retracted his hands.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop if you really-”

“Y-You don’t have to!”

Dean blinked, taking a moment to process the timid interruption before an amused grin spread across his face.

“You mean you want me to tickle you?” He teased, giving a quick tickle to his brother’s back, earning a jolt.

“I-I mean… I didn’t say that. It just- uh… feels nice, y’know?..” Sam sputtered, his face glowing a bright cherry red as he averted his eyes and twiddled the fabric of the sheets between his fingers.

Dean laughed and ruffled the younger’s hair, overcome by a sense of endearment.

“I got it, Sammy. You want more tickles? You got it!” With that, he spidered his fingers sporadically over Sam’s shoulder blades, eliciting a squeal from his younger brother.

Sam buried his face into the mattress, letting out bright happy laughter and even kicking his legs out behind him.

“Dehehee!”

“What’s wrong, Sammy? Too ticklish? Aww, isn’t that just precious. Tickle tickle tickle!” Dean cooed, laughing at the squeak that escaped the younger’s lips, the teasing evidently working.

“Nooo, don’t tehehease!! Eek!”

The taller man stretched his arms out in front of him, hands opening and closing to cope with the pleasant sparks of electricity shocking his nervous system.

“Aw, why not? Does it tickle more when I tease you? That only makes me wanna do it more!”

The elder let his hands find Sam’s shoulders, his thumbs resting on the base of the neck while the rest of his fingers splayed across the collarbones. With his hands in position, he gave the pressure point a gentle squeeze, causing Sam to yelp and snort, kicking his legs frantically and banging his fists against the mattress, euphoric guffaws filling the small room.

“EEP- NAHAHA, DEHEHEAN! T-TIHIHICKLES!” He shrieked, his face the color of a tomato at this point.

Dean laughed along with his baby brother, relishing in the carefree spirit that had taken over the typically uptight hunter.

“It tickles, huh? How about this?”

He lowered his face to the nape of Sam’s neck and blew a wet slobbery raspberry against the delicate skin, delighting in the shrill squeal that escaped his brother’s mouth.

Sam started to nuzzle his cheek against the sheets, wide smile nearly splitting his face as he let the blissful sensations engulf him.

After some time, the wild sensations seemed to be too much for Sam and he finally squealed out,

“EHEHEE!! ENOHOHOUGH! PLEASE, DEHEHEE!”

Seeing that Sam had reached his limit, Dean pulled away with a chuckle, affectionately patting the younger on the back and started to run away the ghost tickles.

“Have fun, giggle monster?” He teased, smiling fondly at the way Sam’s cheeks went rosy again at the affectionate nickname.

“Yeheheah, I guess I did…”

Dean continued to glide his hand up and down Sam’s back, using just enough pressure to make sure he didn’t accidentally tickle him again.

Sam let his eyes flutter shut again, indulging in the state of relaxation and bliss that had taken over his previously tense body.

Dean watched his little brother release the last of his giggles and begin to doze off, his face a picture of warmth and contentment.

Soon enough, the sound of soft snores filled the little motel room, the youngest Winchester swept away into dream land.

The older Winchester felt his chest tighten with love and affection for his baby brother and he got up and reached for a blanket, spreading it over the sleeping figure.

After spreading the blanket evenly over his big moose of a brother, he walked over to where Sam’s lay, leaning down to press a tender kiss to the soft brown locks.

“Sweet dreams, Sammy.”

[moni-logues]

And on the seventh day...

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Genre: fluffffffff

Word count: 945

Content warnings: none baby, this is sweet, sfw fluff lmao

Summary: Hoseok gets home from rehearsal and he's tired and tense; you do what you can to help him relax.

A/N: another week, another repost or w/e. This was a request fulfilment (as are most of the things on the old blog, actually) and I'm reposting basically unedited (she's tired ok)

You stand up from your chair when you hear the door go, having shut down your computer for the day. You and Hoseok enter the main living space at the same time and, when you open your arms to him, he falls into them heavily.

“Are you alright, my love?” you ask as he buries his face in your neck and sighs in response.

You rub his back and give him a squeeze before directing him to the sofa, where he flops down and closes his eyes. You kneel next to him and push his hair off his face. He takes your other hand in his and holds it to his chest.

“Tired?” you ask and he nods.

The show is only a few days away now and the boys are working harder than ever to make sure everything is perfect. Hoseok keeps joking that he’s not 21 anymore and his body doesn’t react and recover in the way that it used to and, whilst he is technically joking, you can see the strain that it’s putting on him. He sleeps like a log, dropping off before you’ve even turned out the light; his face is wan and worn out; he’s started complaining of a slight twinge in his knee that you’re desperately telling yourself is absolutely nothing and will work itself out once he gets a couple of days’ rest. Your little Duracell bunny is running out of fuel and you yourself feel wrung out with concern. You don’t want to add to his stress by letting him know how worried you are, but you wish you could do more for him, to make it easier on him, to get him to take a break for once.

You move to the end of the sofa and pick up his foot, kneading hard. He groans.

“Too hard?”

“No, that’s perfect.”

A ghost of a smile passes his lips as you dig your knuckle into the ball of his foot. Finished with one, you move onto the other and when you’ve finished with that, you tell him to turn over. He does so without question. You grab some deep heat from the bathroom cabinet and work on his calves; skinny though he is, Hoseok’s muscles are tight and strong and your hands begin to tire embarrassingly quickly – it’s not like you’re a professional, so who knows if what you’re doing helps anyway? You put his leg down, intending to stop there but Hoseok whines.

“Nooo, don’t stop.”

He twists his head and grins, kicking his legs in your lap. You heave a dramatic sigh and shift positions so you’re straddling his hips. You dig into his shoulders and he groans again.

“You’re so good at that,” he moans, eyes still closed.

You laugh, knowing that you’re not really, but enjoying it anyway. To give your hands a brief rest, you lean down and kiss his neck. You feel goosebumps rise on his skin at your touch and smile to yourself. You kiss his ear and his temple and his cheek, raking your fingers through his hair in the way you know he likes best. You tug at his t-shirt and crawl backwards so he can sit up and take it off. His skin is so warm beneath your touch, you feel like you could melt. You let your hands roam lightly at first, tracing patterns on his back and peppering him with kisses. He’s so supple and his skin is so soft, it’s almost like touching nothing, as if he’s falling through your fingers. You lose yourself in the task at hand, massaging his back and neck and shoulders, sometimes trying to work out a knot and sometimes just enjoying the sensation of his skin under your fingertips, your unrestrained freedom to touch him all over.

You lean down again, resting gently on your arms on his back and kiss the shell of his ear. His head twitches every so slightly and he grunts: he’s fallen asleep. Resting your head on your arm, you watch him for a while, stroking his hair gently and listening to him breathe. His eyebrows ever so slightly drawn together, his lips pouty, you know he’d want you to wake him so he doesn’t disrupt his sleep later, but he looks so cute and he needs the rest so much that you can’t bring yourself to do it. It’s also rare that you get the opportunity to look at him like this: totally uninterrupted viewing time, taking him in one inch at a time. You let your eyes roam, checking off every tiny thing you love about him as you go.

When a shiver goes through him and his skin is prickled with goosebumps, you gently stand and fetch a blanket from the bedroom cupboard. When you return to the living room, you notice Hoseok’s eyes on you, narrowed, and a grin playing at his lips.

“You let me fall asleep,” he says, accusatorily.

“Absolutely,” you reply, kneeling down again next to him. He rolls onto his back and stretches long across the sofa.

“That was naughty.”

“And do you feel better now?” You throw the blanket over him as he yawns widely.

“Yes, I do.”

“Well then, looks like I was right.”

You stand to go to the kitchen to make some tea and get a snack, but Hoseok grabs your hand.

“Come here.”

He makes room for you to lie next to him on the sofa and, once you’re comfortable, settles his head on your chest, throwing a leg over yours and covering you both with the blanket. He closes his eyes again.

“Now who’s being naughty?” you ask as you draw your fingers across his scalp.

“Shh, can’t hear you; I’m sleeping.”

[eirenical]

sooo… tell me more about that heiping smut. that sounds relevant to my interests for some reason. (yes, yes i just want to hear more about it bc i love it a lot. SO WHAT. DON'T JUDGE ME.)

(what if i put this one on anon! WHAT IF.)

Why, I can't imagine why a WiP titled "Laire fic heiping smut outtake" would be relevant to your interests! 😁 (And I have a feeling I would have known this one was you, too. CALL IT A HUNCH. XD)

[The WiP Title List, if anyone else would like to ask about one. ^_^]

ANYWAY, about a year ago, @laireshi wrote this AMAZING Heiping fic, Exploration, that had this line in the second paragraph:

It wasn’t as if he was actually expecting an answer, between Yaba’s inability to speak more than one sentence a week—and Xiazi was rather sure Yaba had used up all his words for the month begging in bed last night, and yes, he was very proud of himself for that one—and this having to do with the Zhang family’s Super Secret Stuff.

And that bit between the em-dashes caught me by the fucking THROAT and wouldn't let go. So I asked Laire if she would mind if I took a stab at writing that night before when Xiaoge used up his month's worth of words begging in bed, and her response was basically "YES PLEASE". ;D So I did. 😁

It's a bit under 3300 words now and I have maybe... one more scene to write plus some snuggling? I also have quite a bit more begging to get in for Xiaoge to fill that quota. XD So far most of his begging seems to be some variation of Hei Xiazi's name, but Xiazi doesn't seem to mind. ;D

But basically this has become an exercise of Hei Xiazi trying to figure out exactly how much soft pampering, how much teasing, and how many orgasms he can get away with giving Xiaoge before Xiaoge actually starts begging for real and not just screaming his name. 😏😁 So far we're at... three teases and two orgasms with Xiazi already planning round three?

It'll be a wonder Xiaoge can even WALK by the time the fic takes place. XD

(And yes, I just got distracted rereading the fic for the nth time while I was taking that tally. I really do need to finish this one and post it. MAYBE AFTER GRADING HELL WEEK IS DONE. AS A TREAT. 😁)

In the meantime... snippet behind the cut? Yeah. I think a snippet behind the cut. ^_^

Showers, Hei Xiazi had always thought, were a revelation.  They'd not been common place when he was born, but they'd been installed in the house as soon as they were available.  Xiazi had reveled in them then and continued to do so now.  The pounding of hot water on sore muscles, the buildup of steam opening pores and congested breathing, the speed with which the grime fell from his overworked body… yeah.  Still a revelation.  But sometimes, just sometimes, there was no replacement for a nice long soak in a hot bath.

Especially with the right company.

Xiazi slid his fingers back into Yaba's hair, massaging his scalp as he lathered, then letting his hands drift lower to the tight column of Yaba's neck and shoulders.  Did those muscles ever relax?  Sometimes Xiazi wondered if Yaba even knew the meaning of the word.  Digging his thumbs deeply into the muscles at the base of Yaba's neck, he slowly dragged them upwards to the knobs at the base of his skull.  Steady pressure, deep strokes, coaxing those muscles to unwind, to let go of their knots, to ease the headache that surely must be forming from all that tension.

After barely a minute of those gentle ministrations, Xiazi was rewarded with a subtle, barely-there shiver and a long, low moan.  Moments later, Yaba's head fell back to rest against Xiazi's shoulder, his body quickly following, settling softly into the curve of Xiazi's body.  Exactly what he'd been waiting for.

Xiazi rinsed his hands in the bathwater, then filled the bowl he'd left aside for just this purpose.  Shielding Yaba's eyes with one hand, he lifted the bowl and slowly rinsed the shampoo lather from his hair.  Bowl by bowl, the lather washed away into the tub to mingle with the water, leaving Yaba's hair sleek and soft, his body growing heavier against Xiazi with every bowl full of water that sluiced over his skin.

It wasn't often that Yaba let himself be taken care of like this.  It was weeks, months, sometimes years, after their each reacquaintance before Yaba would let his guard down enough to let Xiazi do this for him—before he could even begin to understand why Xiazi would want to.

After all, you maintained your tools, certainly, but you didn't buy them sweets.  You didn't hold them close while they slept.  You didn't coax and caress them until they agreed to let a day go by when they wouldn't be used.  You didn't show them affection.  And Yaba, Hei Xiazi had long since learned, viewed himself as nothing more than a tool, unless someone taught him otherwise.  And that was the worst thing of all.

But today, when Hei Xiazi had drawn a bath for himself, had teasingly invited Yaba to join him, Yaba had surprised him.  His expression had softened, those too long fingers drifting through Hei Xiazi's hair as their gazes met—one shielded and one guarded, though not so much as it had once been.  He'd left the bathroom, then, puttered around in the hotel room for a while, turning off lights as he moved.  He left only one lamp lit, softly reflected light the only illumination once he was done. 

"Admit it, you just want to get a gander at my gorgeous eyes, don't you?" Hei Xiazi had said, as Yaba returned and slipped the black glasses from his face.

Yaba had shaken his head, a smile so fond crossing his lips that Xiazi's breath caught in his chest like a lovesick teenager's.  Moments later, Yaba was peeling out of his clothes and slipping into the tub, and here they'd been ever since.

[ssin-ent]

[backstage]

req : changlix massage

warnings: exhibitionism, dirty talk, dry humping, coming in pants,

-> inspired by that one skz talker where changbin gives felix a massage, and slaps his ass;)

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Felix lay on the hard tiled floor of the backstage room. Changbin sitting low on his hips, right below his ass .

Felix was hyper aware of every ridges of his palm, feeling every bump of his finger dragging along his skin ,everuthing felt different. His skin tingled with the warm feeling of his hands, barely syrpressing a shiver as Changbin hands grazed his hips, finger grazing his sides and sometimes a bit too low for the place they were in.

As Changbin ran his hands down his spine, thumbs digging in the flesh, Felix moaned , face hidden in his arms crossed under him, keeping his barely surpressed expressions of pleasures away from the people around.

The moans Felix leaves out make Changbin blush, his hands rubbing circles on his neck above his shirt, Felix trying to grip the fabric under him to ground him from the feeling of the knot being massaged out of his muscles.

Then cameras suddenly creep closer, probably from one of their skz talker. Feeling awkward Changbin tried to surpress the tension by spanking Felix, just hitting his butt as he stared at the cameras with a coy smile, mindlessly massaging his buttcheeks, much to Felix disadvantage , he could feel his cock harden.

Felix could tell Changbin was starting to feel tight in his slack, feeling the way the older's cock rested hard and heavy against the cleft of his bottoms, twitching everytime his thumbs reached lower dippi,g along his spine in a way that made both of their minds wander.

"Bin..." he whispered " Feels good" He tried to say

" You like it?" Changbin asked rhetorically, leaning closer to his ear, his voice raspy just to affect the other.

Felix simply nodded. He prayed no one would notice the way he moved his hips up, adjusting himself just so he could rub against Changbin's cock, maybe even feeling it rub against his hole trough the fabric.

Changbin stilled at the feeling, unware of the boy entics until the movements were aimed particularly toward his crotch.

"lix stop that, not right now" he says trough gritted teeth, trying not to bring the attention on them.

But Felix just smiled , enjoying the way it felt, the way his body reacted to every touch, keeping head in his arms he was bitting his lips to not moan.

Changbin lean over him, pressing his cock harder against Flix, making him whine lowly.

"what do you think your doing?" Changbin asked in a whisper,

"Enjoying the massage." Felix simply answered. Changbin smirks, deciding to play along, he and humps his cock against Felix, trying to be ss subtle as he could.

Yet the friction against his cock felt amazing, the knowledge of everyone around just emphasized everything, and the way Felix just moaned, maybe too loudly for the room they were in made him leak embarrassingly in his pants.

" What? you're this close already? Gonna cum in your pants in front of everyone?" Changbin teased, masking the fact he was actually this close to coming untouched. felix just moaned, moving his hips more to let his cock drag against the floor, pressing just the right way against him.

"Changbin.." Felix started to warn Changbin, only for him to spank him once more masking it as playful action, but Felix actulaly felt his cock twitch, coming without warning at the mixed feeling of Changbin pressing on the side of his throat, soon followed by Changbin who humped him a few more seconds, slumping over him

"I really enjoyed the massage " Said Felix with smile.

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Hell-tel 6;; KKB

Word Count;; 1.3k

Genre;; Fluff, Humour(ish), F2Ls

Pairing;; Kibum x Reader

Summary;;

Your cross-country vacation has come to a grinding halt after an engine malfunction stranded you in the middle of literally nowhere. After spending a few nights in a -1 star motel, you and your best friend, Kibum, are going stir-crazy. All is fair in love and war, and you won’t go down without a fight, not when the most precious commodity is at stake: the frumpy bed and its hard mattress.

Warnings;;

Brief alcohol consumption (literally a sip of beer), playful banter, some flirtatious remarks, slightly suggestive content

Notes;;

Written for @kikisfuneralservice for the @superm-net fic exchange event! [DUDE I AM SO SORRY!! I didn’t realise this was due at the end of June. I thought I still had time. Totally spaced it. But I hope you enjoy it, and I’m glad you’re out here making content for SHINee, you’re a rockstar!!]

Main Masterlist 

    "It's Saturday night," Kibum groaned, plopping down on the couch beside you. "You're gonna spend the weekend holed up in this tiny motel room?"

    "It only feels tiny because it's made for one person, not two."

    He rolled his eyes. "Just because it has one bed doesn't mean it's made for one person. Ever heard of couples before?"

    You didn't reply, choosing to instead kick your feet up on the coffee table. It shivered and creaked under your weight. Much like everything else inside the room it was on its last leg. In fact, most of the basic necessities were on the fritz. The refrigerator left your drinks warmer than they had been when you put them in, black spots plagued the television screen, and the showerhead pelted you with ice-cold water.

    Then there was the air conditioner. Instead of a fresh breeze it pushed out stale air that clung to your clothes, leaving the stench of wet dog in its wake. No matter how much of Kibum's cologne you spritzed throughout the cramped quarters, mildew hung in the air. You'd given up by the second night.

    "This might actually be hell," you whined.

    "It's not that bad." Kibum's arm slinked around the back of the couch. The tips of his fingers brushed against your shoulders. "At least we're suffering together."

    "Looks like someone forgot who's on the couch tonight."

    His head lolled back as he groaned, hitting the couch’s stiff headrest with an audible thump. "We're in hell."

    After an eternity of the couch trying to swallow you whole, you stretched your arms with a little yawn. Straightening your posture took great effort but you rose to your feet while using Kibum for balance. Tension riddled his shoulder, the muscles taut and tight. Your lips pulled down into a frown. Digging your thumb into the largest knot, you grappled with it, squeezing it between your fingers. Kibum swatted you away with an indignant huff.

    “You’re worse than the springs stabbing me in the back.”

    “You need a massage.”

    “Not from you, not with those hands.”

    He chuckled mirthlessly, shaking his head. Throwing your hands up in surrender, you mumbled out a ‘fine’. Once you were back in the big city you would schedule a spa day for the two of you… not that a single session could fix the damage this hell-tel had caused. You would need a vacation from your vacation at this rate. Somewhere free from cars and their woes, perhaps with a king-sized bed, and functioning amenities (would that be too much to ask?). At the very least it should have a working fridge, or an ice machine, or even a convenience store nearby with either a working fridge or ice machine.

    Snapping your fingers as you remembered why you had gotten up in the first place, you crossed the room. It didn’t take much – once you sidled past the table, a single step brought you to the mini fridge. The cooling component inside grumbled to life, mocking you and your desires. Taking it a step further, it didn’t budge as you tried to pry the dented door open. Just typical. Gritting your teeth, you put your whole back into it. It shook and rumbled within your sweaty palms but remained sealed.

    “Just open already,” you growled, kicking the machine.

    “Did you unlock it?”

    “It doesn’t have a lock.”

    “Are you sure about that?”

    “Yes, I’m… sure?” Giving the metal box a once-over, a wave of confusion swept over you. Near the bottom on the left side was a glimmering latch. “Huh. That’s new.”

    “They installed it yesterday.”

    “Really?” you asked, snapping around to face Kibum. Incredulity morphed into irritation once you caught sight of his smirk. “Ha-ha, funny. So glad you can find a way to prank me even here. You’re so clever.”

    “Thank you,” he said, unable to hide his triumphant glee. “And you’re pretty cute when you get all worked up like that.”

    Warmth tinged your ears. You gave him a dismissive wave before directing your attention back to your initial task. When you unlatched the fridge with a huff, it responded with an obnoxious hum that rolled out into the room. It was bare aside from a six pack of beer and a couple bottles of water. The air inside was warmer than the room’s ambient temperature, and the two cans you grabbed weren’t much cooler. You tossed one to Kibum. Froth spilled out as you flipped the tab. It poured onto the floor, earning you a disapproving look from your temporary roommate. Even so he followed suit. Leaning forward, he cracked it open and soon after the carpet soaked up the suds.

    “Now we have to leave a bigger tip for the housekeeper.”

    “As if they even have one,” you said with a shudder, looking down at the old stains that littered the carpet. “Anyway, let’s toast! Here's hoping the part arrives tomorrow!"

    You raised the can to clink against his. Liquid sloshed against metal as your beers bounced against one another. Bringing the drink to your lips, you took a swig. Your regret was immediate. Warm, flat beer rushed down your throat and you choked. Bitter alcohol stung your nose and burned your throat. Kibum’s eyes widened at your outburst but it was too late, the drink was already slipping past his lips. Throwing his head forward, he unceremoniously spat it back into the can.

    Shadows crossed his flawless skin as he glowered at you. "Even if the car isn't fixed tomorrow, I'm out of here. I'll walk if I have to. I never want to see this town again."

    Clearing your throat of the vile drink, you scratched your head. "Still want to go out?"

    "And drink more of that?” He sighed, discarding the drink on the table. "Let's just go to bed. We have to be well rested so we can count chickens or whatever else they consider entertainment around here."

    "The baby chicks were kind of cute though," you said as you walked to the sink, emptying the beer down the drain. Even over the strained glugging of the pipes you heard Kibum scoff. "What? They were!"

    "I'm taking the bed tonight."

    Dropping the can, you tripped over your feet in your haste to accost him. “Like hell you are!”

    He pushed the coffee table into your direct path before you could scramble to the bedroom to stake your claim. Standing with poise and grace, he brushed away not-so-imaginary dust while looking you up and down. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he walked around the table. Now opposite you, he tutted.

    “I’m not spending another night on that couch”—you opened your mouth in protest but he pressed a finger to your lips—“but since it’s your turn for the bed, I’m willing to share it with you.”

    “Share?” you whined before shoving the table back against the couch. He nodded. “Fine. We can share. Since it’s the last night.”

    “Good. It’s about time we slept together, anyway.”

    Warmth rushed throughout your veins. You spluttered, looking anywhere but directly at him, until you heard his breathless chuckling. Another of his little jokes. The embarrassment fell from your face, replaced with an exhausted frown. Your gaze looped around from his feet to his million-dollar smile. Immaculate despite the environment, his silky hair framing gleaming eyes.

    “Just where did your mind go, huh?”

    “Are you going to bed or…?”

    “I’m worried that I might not get any sleep,” he teased, stepping into your space. With him came the scent of mint. “Are you going to pounce me in the middle of the night?”

    Giving his chest a light nudge, you rolled your eyes in an attempt to dispel the heat blossoming across your cheeks. “As if. Stop playing around.”

    “Alright, alright, but”—using the side of his crooked finger, he lifted your chin, the intensity of his stare sending shivers down your spine—“I won’t complain if you change your mind.”

   – ♡ –  If you enjoyed this, please consider liking, commenting, reblogging, and/or following! Thank you!

[say-narry]

Hey i was wondering if you could write a fluffy zayn x reader?

Hey babe, sorry to be late... I have many requests so I adapted this one for you (original is with Harry).

Note: English isn’t my first language. Hope you all like it. Please, give me your opinion with a reblog, fav or a note in my askbox :) These gif's aren't mine.

Pairings: Zayn!boyfriend x Reader

warnings: no one

talk with me | masterlist

Make a massage

One more day in that company and you would rip someone's head off.

The thought made you laugh weakly as you parked at Zayn's house. It was a little after six o'clock when you clicked the control to close the garage door.

Your head was pounding with fatigue, no pill could cure that, but you had another remedy: Zayn, actually, his hands.

Your shoulders burned and you grabbed your backpack and locked the car, sighing as you walked through the door leading straight from the kitchen.

"Hey Sunny!" Zayn smiled, stirring the pot.

The smell of cooking chicken came from the oven, making your stomach beg for a big piece. You loved to eat, even more so when Zayn was home and cooking for you.

"Hi baby." You replied and pulled your backpack over near the countertop on the floor and sat down on the bench facing Zayn. You leaned against the clear marble which made Zayn let out a chuckle.

"Rough day?" He turned off the fire and washed his hands, you tried to relax but everything seemed to hurt. You waved your thumb.

You felt him coming closer caressing your head, you turned to him and hugged him, feeling his perfume and the warm temperature made your body relax little by little.

"I can imagine, my love... I can imagine" Zayn hugged you, caressing your back covered by your t-shirt.

"Do you massage?" You asked giving your best pity face as you raised your face to Zayn, seeing those two green eyes staring at you.

"Let's go to dinner, then you'll get to know my massage therapist side." He kissed you softly and left a kiss on the top of your head, you agreed leaning into him to get off the chair.

The pajamas consisting of slippers, sweatpants and a Wonder Woman t-shirt in a gray tone made you feel welcomed, it wasn't tight like your social pants and didn't hurt your foot like the high heels you walked on all day.

You threw yourself onto the fluffy bed with a grunt, Zayn had just stepped into the shower and you looked forward to the moment when his hands would squeeze your tense muscles.

You dozed off when you felt Zayn's body sitting on your buttocks and leaning over you and supporting your arms stretched out beside your body as his lips kissed your back.

"My love, do you still want the massage? Or do you want to sleep?" He whispered and you nodded positively.

Soon he got off of you and you straightened up on the bed sitting Indian style and he sat behind you, leaving you between his legs.

"Take your top off, sunshine, please." You took it off, leaving only a loose fitting top, listening to Zayn uncap a blackberry scented gel.

He had bought it the last time he was in Italy, he knew how much you loved the fruit and the smell of the products made with it.

"Before doing so, Z carefully pinned your hair up high, massaging your scalp and secured it with a clip that was in his hair, you thought all the care was incredible.

Zayn even though he was far away, loved to know about your day no matter how dull it was and even though he had many more amazing stories to tell, he was always like that, careful and interested in you and everything that was involved with you.

"The intern... I'm doing work for two!" You started and your skin shivered as the icy gel touched your skin, Zayn's large hands spread the product, squeezing just above your shoulders earning a groan from you "I teach her everything I know and she ignores it, I think she doesn't like me... and why do you know, babe"

Zain frowned between his eyebrows, spreading a little more of the cream to near the hem of his sweatshirt "Actually I don't know, my love, why?"

His thumbs pressed a sore spot on your shoulders, making you arch your body "It hurts, Z" you whined again.

"Sorry my little one, it feels like your muscle has knotted" He distributed kisses and massaged again and now, more lightly.

"She's your fan and she knows we're dating..." you let out, rolling your eyes "I don't know..." A mixture of sadness, tiredness and confusion went through you.

Since you started dating Zayn, your life had changed, but you still remained a studious, hardworking, independent woman, you were responsible for training the new HR girl, but seeing Zayn's and your picture on her lockscreen and your face on his instagram pictures, she just ignored you, leaving you to talk to yourself. You tried to understand, but working in human resources, it made you upset, were you guilty of loving someone?

"Really... But still, it makes me sad." You confessed taking a deep breath.

"My sun..." Zayn caught her attention "You care too much about others...and that's what makes me love you so much, know that! But try not to worry so much, okay? I love you and my fans know how good you do me!"

He put his arms around your waist and laid you on his chest, Zayn was also shirtless and you allowed yourself to relax once again. His fingers massaged your hand, twisting it lightly, twisting your fists slightly, and bringing them close to his face allowing him to leave tender kisses.

"I love you too, even more your massaging side." You smiled with your eyes already closed.

The last thing you heard was Zayn laughing softly and snuggling you tighter in his arms.

[xxlost-cityxx]

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Ship/Characters: Top!Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom!Bakugou Katsuki

TW/CW: camming(Bakugou's a camboy), rough anal sex, anal fingering, choking, spanking, begging, crying, overstimulation, praising, degrading, enthusiastic consent

Summary: Bakugou's famous for being in the top 3 best doms for a camboy porn site, but as he tries to out rank an up and rising couple, his fans get to see the moment he realises he's a submissive bottom

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Katsuk has been a camboy for a little over 2 years now, starting right off the bat once he graduated high school. As he was 18 and living on his own and with a low paying job, he quickly realized he needed another source of income to live even slightly comfortably in today's world. Then came a random ad that just so happened to catch his eye, a porn site catching a lot of popularity, a few cam stars seeming to live a life of luxury from simply filming themselves for anyone to see. 

Katsuki had to try it out. 

He's had his fair share of horny old men groping him out in public, so why not get paid for them to watch him instead? 

That plan was one of his best ideas yet. He rose to fame so quickly he choked on water after posting his 4th video ever, seeing that his rough, aggressive attitude turned a lot of people on. A lot meant 14,000 at the time. A month into camming and he was making over 54,000 yen a week! And now, with nearly 500,000 perverts at his mercy, it was much more. He started live streaming last year, and it went amazing. Until a new couple joined the camming business. Suddenly 'loving boyfriend rails his curvy brown haired slut' was all anyone wanted to see. This broccoli headed bitch stole half the damn site from almost every other cammer out there! 

So there was only one thing Katsuki could do now. 

He had to fuck someone on one of his streams. 

He blew up the first time he fucked a flesh light, degrading the inanimate object like no tomorrow, easily being labeled one of the best doms out there. So the only way to get back on top was to dom a real person. 

But he wasn't going to fuck one of his weird ass fans, god no. He needed to find someone close to him who would keep their mouth shut. 

After brainstorming and browsing the most popular porn categories, he got an idea. The best way to narrow down his options for what type of person he'd need is by his audience. He quickly went to his profile insights, his eyes narrowing as over 60% were females. He quickly smirked, easily going back to the most popular categories and filtering out what he didn't want to do and what his audience wouldn't be into. And the one that came out ontop, was gay shit. Katsuki was going to dom a guy. And if it meant coming out on top over all the useless cammers, he'd fuck the shit out of a twink. 

"Sorry man, I would've considered it back when we first graduated, but Hitoshi and Kyo would rather stab you than let me take your dick up my ass." Denki said, casually sighing and taking a sip of his coffee. The elders around the coffee shop gasped, giving nasty side eyes which Katsuki couldn't care less about. "What!?" He nearly shouted, Sero and Mina covering their mouths to prevent any laughter from coming out to the point their faces were turning red. 

"Why not ask Sero-" "-Oh hell no! I'm not letting Katsudon fuck me on camera!" Sero shouted, ignoring Bakugou's glare from calling him Katsudon. 

"You really need to fuck a guy for this? Why not stick to your usual content? No.2 is better than much else, right?" "Hell no! I'm the best and I'm going to prove I'm the fuckin' best! Denki's the only twink I know, so help me find another!" Katsuki yelled, a few families being rushed out of the shop. 

After going through everyone that fit Bakugou's qualifications. They had nothing. Bakugou was ready to tear someone's head off at this point. After doing so much research, he didn't have the final piece. 

"Hey Mina, you're a chick. What do you suggest 'suki do?" Denki sighed, folding in on himself. "I mean, we do love our gay shit man." He said in an inhale. "But why not get fucked instead? We know way more doms than we do twinks." She said, tilting her head. "Oh- Hell no!" Bakugou shouted, Sero wincing. "I'm the best fuckin' dom on this shitting porno site and I'm going to prove it!" "Sounds like a bratty bottom to me." Sero mumbled. 

After more shouting and arguing. Kirishima finally arrived. "Sorry, my last client had a lot of knots in their back and thighs! Took a lot longer than I expected." He said with his happy smile, still wearing his scrubs and smelling like coconut oil. "Eiji~! Gimme a deep tissue massage!" Denki whined, rushing over and jumping face first into the bed. "He just gave massages all day dude, give him a break.." Sero mumbled, shaking his head. 

And it was like a light bulb. His brain flashing to massage porn intro's being in the top 100 categories. "Kirishim!" Bakugou shouted firmly, standing up straight. Kiri froze, slowly turning to look at him with fearful eyes. "Y-Yes…?" "Let me fuck you for my cam stream." And it went dead silent. 

And that's how they're here. Setting up the ring lights, almond oil on the shelves and a small white towel for Bakugou to cover his ass with. The plan was that Eijirou would get handsy during the massage and Katsuki would turn around and start domming him. Kirishima is bigger than Bakugou in the height and muscle department, but that was only going to make the plot better. Eijrou definitely wasn't telling him something. After hesitating to agree in the first place, and only after Bakugou promised a share of the money, Kirishima was just so...unnatural at this situation, his movements starting off as more dominating until he took it down to a submissive level.   

Katsuki started the live, giving his quickly joining fans a cocky smirk before standing up, walking back and laying down on the black table. 

The comments were filled with surprise and questions as to who the red haired hulk was beside the table, but they went unanswered. 

Kirishima grabbed the bottle of almond oil, pouring some into his hands and quickly starting on Katsuki's thighs, gently rubbing into the muscles with experienced ease. 

Bakugou's eyes widened at the feeling, his core already getting hot with desire. And as Kirishima's fingers went under the towel to his inner thighs, he fought a gasp. Comments filled with perverted comments telling the redhead to get more handsy and to give the blond a hand job with all the oil. 

But as Eijirou put a knee on the table and nearly climbed over Katsuki to perfectly get his back, Katsuki started panting at the feeling. It wasn't the massage that was getting him. It was the feeling of Eijirou's crotch rubbing against the thin towel, his cock slightly hard underneath his black scrubs. 

As it was about time for the script to move onto Katsuki domming Kirishima, Bakugou was stifling whimpers of shock and embarrassment. His cock aching for him to fuck Kirishima…..actually. His body was aching to be fucked by Kirishima. 

As Katsuki was turned around, His eyes were teary, his fans taking quick, shocked notice and flooding the comments with surprise, degrading, perverted insults about how he looked like a twink instead. 

Kirishima's eyes slightly widened at the sight, and as Bakugou swallowed his embarrassment and shock, he focused on his arousal and his own perverse desires. "F-Fuck me….instead.." He whispered, his eyes slightly squinting and blurring with tears. 

Before he knew it, Eijirou was leaning over top of him with a slick hand around his neck. Bakugou couldn't help but moan at the pressure, his stream struggling to keep up with the influx of viewers and comments about the top 3 best doms getting put in his place by a rando. 

Bakugou's mind wasn't on the donations anymore, not on the follower count or his ranking at this point. He was gasping for air as Kirishima roughly kissed and bit at his body, keeping an iron grip on Katsuki's neck. "Oh fuck yes- Was hoping to god I would be able to fuck your tight ass one day-!" Kirishima breathed against his skin, licking up his nipple to his jaw and nipping at him. 

He suddenly ripped himself off the blonde, walking over to the camera and grabbing it, making a winky face at the viewers as he moved the camera to get a better view of Bakugou teary eyed, flushed and a line of red, darkening hickies and bites. 

He got back on the table, roughly gripping Katsuki's thighs and harshly pushing them apart, an action that would probably make some other guy pull a muscle. He wrapped his arms around his spread thighs, pulling his hips up to meet his crotch, the pale skin against his dark black scrubs finally letting Bakugou and the viewers know what the newbie was packing, and it was a lot. 

"H-Holy fuck-" Bakugou whispered out as his towel was ripped off of him, oil being grabbed off the table and the cap popped open. Kirishima paused, looking up to Bakugou, a silent plea for last minute permission. Katsuki's red eyes met crimson, and he swiftly nodded his head, accidentally earning more donations from the show of submission. 

Eijirou lathered his fingers in oil, tracing the blond's pink hole carefully, giving the camera another adjustment so the viewers could see his perfect view as well; a red faced, teary eyed dom with his tight ass being slicked up so nicely. 

The oil made Katsuki's muscle relax easily, becoming soft under the thick tanned finger, and as he swiftly plunged in the singular finger, Katsuki gasped with shock, his eyes going wide at the foregin feeling. 

Kirishima slowly pumped his finger, adding slightly more oil every time his muscle got a bit too tight, slipping in more fingers every time his rim was soft. It felt like such a short amount of time between preparing to dom his best friend to being finger fucked by him. Eijirou's forearm had veins slightly protruding as he slammed his fingers into his friend at a pace that made vibrators look pathetic. Katsuki's pretty little back was arched so nicely, his muscles flexing and his toes curling, tears falling from his eyes as moan after moan was ripped from him. 

"P-Please! I can't! I can't take it anymore!" He finally sobbed, shaking his head at the man's brutal pace, purposely avoiding his prostate after hitting it every couple times. 

Kirishima smirked, slowly sliding his fingers out only to slide his thumbs inside, stretching the soft muscle as he pleased, showing off the blond's perfectly hot pink insides, his swollen rim slick and twitching. "So nice and pretty for me, hm? You wanna take my fat cock for the first time? Expose how much of a slut you are for cock? For my cock?" Kirishima said seductively, moving the camera again. 

Katsuki nodded his head rapidly, his eyes glued to the hard to see bulge under his black scrubs. "Use your words, baby." Eijirou said firmly, palming himself. "Y-Yes- I want it-! I w-want your fat cock-!" He said, face flushing with embarrassment again. "Good boy~" He cooed, finally grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling them down. 

It was almost like he struggled to pull the front down far enough, his cock just kept following, and once it finally got over his tip, his penis sprung up to lightly slap against his stomach before it weighed itself down. The camera got Bakugou's surprise and shock perfectly, the comments finally going quiet, almost as if everyone had to take in what they were seeing as well. 

Kirishima grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it and letting it slap against Bakugou's hole, earning a slightly muffled whimper from the blond. He gently moved his hips, letting his cock slide smoothly against his hole, his tip teasing the smaller's balls. The comments were filled with encouragement and orders to get on with it. 

Kirishima chuckled darkly, letting his tip catch on the rim, slowly pushing in. Bakugou's eyebrows furrowed before his mouth dropped and eyes widened with the pressure. He let out a guttural moan, his legs starting to shake. 

As Eijirou bottomed out with a groan, Katsuki was shaking and whimpering, his own well endowed cock red and dripping precome. 

The redhead pulled out before slamming back in, the blond shooting up with shock only to be met with a hand on his neck again, pinning him down as the Kirishima harshly forced his way between Bakugou's legs even more, only giving the blond a couple seconds to adjust before he started snapping his hips into the smaller man's ass. Bakugou took in one breath of air before lewd moans poured from him, his voice cracking every time his skin was slapped with another brutal thrust. 

"Agh- P-Please-!" Katsuki nearly screamed out, Eijirou grabbing the back of his knees and pressing them back to meet his shoulders, effectively putting him in a mating press. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you fucking want!" Eijirou growled out, groaning as Katsuki's tight, slicked up boy cunt tried to milk him, pulsing and sucking him in with every movement. "I-I want it harder! Please- Please fuck me harder! Give me more!" Bakugou nearly sobbed, looking at where their bodies were connected with teary wide eyes. "Such a fuckin' slut-! Making all these people think you were a fucking dom, only to start begging for the first fat cock you see! Want it harder? Wanna feel my fat dick in you for days?" He growled, eagerly moving to grab Katsuki's ankles and awkwardly spreading them over Katsuki's head before turning him, ripping his cock out of his pillowy ass and nearly picking the blond up by his ass, grabbing the nape of his neck and forcing him on his knees with his head down. 

He slammed back in, the blond nearly screaming once again as he set another brutal pace. "Y-Yes! Please, god yes! Fuck me more! Don't stop!" Katsuki sobbed, drool and tears staining his lewd face. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it! You love having your little boy cunt fucked, huh? Love how I fucking ruin you on this dick?" Kirishima growled, slapping a hand down on his fat ass, groaning loudly at the sight of all the excess muscle and fat jiggle even more. 

Katsuki's ass slapped against Eijirou's abs every time he slammed into the boy, his back muscles looking so pretty at this angle. 

"Oh shit- I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum! Don't fucking stop~!" Bakugou moaned, arching his back and lifting his ass up higher so Eijirou could hit his prostate at the best angle. "Haven't even touched your cock and you're gonna cum? Fucking do it! Cum on this cock, make it yours and I'll fuck you every day!" Kirishima promised, sharpening his thrusts to where all Bakugou could do is claw at the padded table and scream, staring into the camera as his orgasm was building higher and higher. 

"I- Fuck! I'm fucking cummin'!" Bakugou screamed, his body shaking under Kirishima as his thrusts went unbroken, hurtling Katsuki into overstimulation. He started screaming for relief, but as Kirishima planted his hands into the curvature of Bakugou's spine, he started thrusting purely for his own relief. Groaning and growling above a sobbing Katsuki. "S-Stop! I can't! Slow down~ Please!" Katsuki begged, his cock trying to harden again. His body was on fire, every nerve fried with pleasure he'd never experienced, and Katsuki knew he was addicted. 

"Almost fuckin' there! Gonna cum in your ass- Claim you, make you mine!" Eijirou groaned out, his balls drawing up tight as his own climax ripped through him, filling up the man's stomach with his cum. 

He slowly pulled out, Katsuki in the same position even after Eijirou let go of him. He grabbed the camera, pointing it at Bakugou's gaping and cum filled hole, watching how he pulsed against nothing, forcing the cum to leak out of him despite his angle. 

Not only did Katsuki make absolute bank while taking monster cock like a slut, he took the No.1 spot by over a thousand followers and ratings.