#i wish i could bathe naked w him

[ramon-tikaram-love]

Ramon Tikaram in Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love

#ramon tikaram #kama sutra: a tale of love #jai kumar #gif #he's so beautiful *cries* #i wish i could bathe naked w him #long haired guys #beautiful men

[bratphilia]

OMG OMG. i’d die for anything that has william feeling bad amd disgusting, a percert, but not being able to contain himself around the reader ++++ some stress relieving from her if you know what i mean ;))

note ✧.*‎ i never thought i'd ever write william as a sub but i kinda dig it??? like i've said multiple times, his big no is if you're domming him and making him call you mommy, but fuck does he love it when you're on top.

pairing ✧.*‎ steve raglan / william afton x reader

cw ✧.*‎ handjob, blowjob, dom!reader, sub!william

taglist ✧.*‎ @dilfity

synopsis ✧.*‎ your next door neighbor is stalking you, and you dig it.

creep (w. afton x reader)

william afton, or steve raglan, is stalking you. he's always been a stalker, to be honest. stalking his victims is natural; he wants to learn their routine, snuff out their patterns, their habits, so he knows when the right time is to strike. however, you're different. he's not watching you like he did the others — you're not one of his targets (well, not yet anyway) — you intrigue him.

in your backyard is a hot tub and it just so happens that your fences are built so low that he can see over yours with ease at his towering height. even more convenient, it's the summertime, meaning that hot tub gets more use around this time of year than any other season.

he spends most of his afternoons outside, mowing the lawn, tending to his garden, or barbecuing in the evening, just so that he can conveniently be outside the same time you utilize your hot tub. he wishes there was a silent way he could snap photos, but he already feels disgusting enough watching you all the time.

and that's the other thing, the guilt of it all. with his victims, he shamelessly watched them from afar, not having a care in the world — the only thing he was worried about then was getting caught. but with you, it's obviously different. she feels ashamed deep down inside. it rears its ugly head in the form of burning waves that wash over him that eventually translate into a pool of desire in his stomach. he could come in his pants just thinking about you catching him.

one evening, he hears you go outside, open the lid of the hot tub, and the ripples of water of you getting inside. lucky for him, he was watering the plants in his respective backyard before you got there, leaving him breathing room to just—

he can't help it! his height gives him the advantage of seeing over the fence. he greatly appreciates the view of you bathing, allowing him a side angle of your face and the tops of your breasts. god, he wish he thought to bring his camera with him, but this will do for now. he wants to burn this image inside his head so he can stroke himself to it later but—

you're getting out. already? already. he frowns, disappointed. he ducks his head as you walk over close to the fence to grab your towel that was laying on a bench and slip it over yourself. he pokes his head back up, hoping for a glimpse of your ass. you do something funny, though. you stop dead in your tracks and frankly, so does his heart. fuck. "mr. raglan," you say, back still turned to the fence. "why don't you come over?"

that's how it starts. he's laying on top of your bed with you laying on you sitting on your knees straddling him, his cock is in your hands. "how many times did you think about this?"

"s-so many times," he shivers at your touch. you're completely naked, having answered the door in your towel, then dropping it casually when he entered and closed the door behind him.

your thumb rubs over his tip. "you'd think any normal person would have just started with a 'hi, how's it going?' but you're not a normal person, are you, mr. raglan?"

he bites his lip to stifle a groan, but it only works about halfway. "n-not at all."

he doesn't know what he's saying and you grin at that. too easy. you pump him up and down and his hips buck at your touch. poor thing, you think. he's trying to muffle his noises but you stopm your movements and tell him, "i wanna hear all your pretty noises. want to hear how good it feels, 'kay?"

steve nods, eyes still fluttering open and closed. as you stroke him his groaning becomes more apparent. louder. and it's absolutely delicious. you move your hand faster just to elicit more noises from him and he gives them to you easily.

before he comes, and you can tell he's close because he's practically mewling, you put your mouth his cock and lick. immediately a hand snakes down to grasp desperately at your hair and you welcome it, but don't let it guide your movements. you suction his dick in your mouth and hollow out your cheeks, looking up at him with doe eyes and only encourages his impending orgasm and—

hot spurts of his ejaculate shoot into your mouth. you keep sucking him until he's done shooting into your mouth, but prolong your mouth's stay there to slowly tease his tip with your tongue, making him grunt at the overstimulation, before pulling off. "my turn."

#asks #fnaf #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #william afton #steve raglan #william afton x reader #william afton smut #trying out a new format lmk what yall think

[luvtak]

bath time & four minute love stories

✧ pairing felix x reader

✧ genre/tw so much fluff its actually disgusting, est. relationship, suggestive at the end but no smut xoxo, mc is in the bath and thus they are naked lmao, lots and lots of kissies, felix being the most adorable bf, probably a lot of run on sentences and unnecessary semi colons ://, mostly unedited but i hope you love it!!

✧ w/c 994

masterlist

“Did you know you can fall in love in four minutes?” 

Felix’s voice is a welcomed but intruding sound to the quiet atmosphere of your bathroom. His company, while not unwanted, is a quiet disruption to your alone time; Your bath was meant to be spent by yourself, surrounded by lavender scented candles and the soft melodies coming from your phone, time set aside to relax with your own thoughts. However, this plan was quickly changed when your boyfriend decided your living room was too cold and lonely to be by himself; hence his place outside the tub. 

His figure is out of place on the cold blue tile, slouched over the cabinets and looking at you like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. You know part of it must be your soap sudded skin out in the open for him to admire, but he never looks down–keeping steadfast eye contact as he speaks in soft whispers. 

“And! And! If you make eye contact with someone for like… seven seconds you’ll fall in love, like right away!” God, he’s so excited… and dreamy. Something about the steamy room turning him into a daydream before your eyes. 

“Baby, I don’t think that’s true.” you laugh. You wonder where he heard this fun fact, but you’ll be forever endeared at his willingness to believe. Too often he’ll come home spouting off crazy stories he thinks are true or instagram articles filled with obvious pr stunts and gossip that he takes as gospel. 

“It is true, it was on the internet! And anyway, I definitely fell in love with you in four minutes, so it must be true.” His silken voice is laced with happiness and honesty like always. Felix confesses his love like he’s reading off the daily paper, an unbiased summary of events. Too often you’re surprised by how nonchalant his affections are, seducing you with soft touches and domestic romance you never dreamt of having. 

“Just because it was on the internet doesn’t mean it’s true…” 

Even with your eyes closed you can see his eyes roll, scoffing at your cynicism. He wasn’t lying, the very first time he spoke to you he knew you were his. Lovely and warm and his. 

You were sitting on the stairs at some party, bored out of your mind and so beautiful he couldn’t believe you were real. He hit on you with practiced grace and such adorable nervousness you couldn’t help but agree to go out.

 Looking at him now, it’s almost a shock to believe he’s still here with you, sitting on a cold bathroom floor just because he couldn’t help being away from you. 

He’s angelic against the candlelight, a vision out of a storybook; a fairy prince come to steal you away. 

You wonder if you’ll ever be brave enough to tell him, speak all your wishes and desires as clearly as he tells you. 

“My love, it has to be true–it happened to us.” His voice is so deep and so quiet, it takes a few minutes to blink out the loved up haze you were in to really hear him. Hear how true these words are and have no doubt he means them. You don’t know if you did fall in four minutes–it could have been thirty seconds or three months, but you do know you love him now. You love him almost too much, it’s all consuming and obsessive and true.

He’s looking at you moony-eyed and colorful and the water is going tepid, but with his gaze pointed at you, you feel as hot as you did when the bath began. There is something to say about how even with your body laid out bare before him, he is staring at your eyes–with every freckle, stretch mark, and scar ready for him to map out, the only thing he is truly focused on is the way your lips gently tilt up. Sure, it’s the bare minimum and you wouldn’t expect anything less from him, but it still has a confession bursting out of your smile. 

“It did, didn’t it? I remember being so sure we’d be together forever that night, even if all you did was ask for my number.” 

You know he isn’t used to you divulging so much of your feelings, but it is still a surprise when he rushes closer to the tub–quickly getting up and stepping inside fully clothed. He settles on top of you, jostling you and giggling when water spills over the side. Kisses pressed all over you, some gentle pecks and others all teeth and drool because he’s laughing too hard. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” and even though it’s uncomfortable and you know you’re making a big mess, all you can do is laugh along with him. Snorting and gasping through the giggles when his lips swipe over a uniquely tickly spot. 

You love him too, so much, and while it’s hard to say, it’s the easiest thing in the world to show him. Swiping slightly damp strands from his eyes and holding his hands against the water, if he didn’t rush in you’re sure you’d be shivering by now, but with his body atop yours you don’t think you’ll ever be cold again. 

He’s still kissing you, swiping his tongue against your lips before slowly easing himself in, and taking control of the kiss. It’s dangerous how he’s kissing you, but it all feels so innocent–he’s yours, yours and no one else’s and even if you’re undressed it’s the purest thing you’ve ever felt. 

“Come on,” his voice is a shadow of itself, deeper and more shaky than you’ve ever heard it. “Let’s get dried off, huh, so I can put you to bed.” but the way he’s looking at you, all teeth and blown out pupils; flushed from the water and all the kisses, you don’t think he’s going to simply tuck you in. 

© LUVTAK

#skz fluff #skz x reader #felix fluff #felix x reader #lee felix #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #felix #✧ drabble

[sissylittlefeather]

Congrats Sissy! So happy for you! I leave it up to you as to whether this inspires smut or fluff or both 🤭 xox

Hi @ab4eva! Thank you!! You know I had to make it a little smutty 😂. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little ficlet. Thanks for making a request!

Careful What You Wish For

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, outdoor sex

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"Hey, honey!"

You hear someone call, but surely they aren't hollering at you. You're just walking down the street in Memphis, minding your own business.

"Honey!"

You look around to see if there's someone else they could be talking to. You're the only woman on the sidewalk, though, so you turn to the street. That's when you see him hanging out of the back window of a Cadillac. Your mouth drops and you stop dead in your tracks.

Elvis Presley.

Surely, he's not yelling to you.

"Hey! You remember me, honey?"

You stand there blinking for a bit before you finally find your voice.

"Remember you?! Do you remember me?!"

"C'mere so I don't have to holler." You walk up to the car and he smiles. "Of course I remember you. We had a whole conversation. Your name is... y/n!"

You're absolutely in awe that he remembers your name. The conversation was incredibly memorable to you, but you never dreamed it would be to him. You saw him early in his career before things really took off and it became impossible to get close to him. He seemed to take a liking to you then, but you assumed that was just how he treated his fans, not that there were too many of you back then. It's been over five years, but he still knows your name.

"I can't believe you remember me."

"I do, though. Listen, I'm headed back to my house. You wanna come?" You think about the man you were supposed to be meeting at the movie theater. You feel bad about abandoning him, but he's not Elvis Presley. This is not a chance you'll get again.

"Sure." He pushes the car door open for you to slide onto the backseat next to him. You do and he puts his hand on your knee. During the ride, he asks what you've been up to and you go back and forth talking about your lives since your last conversation. Something about it feels natural and comfortable, like no time has passed and it makes complete sense that you'd share with each other like this. Finally, the car pulls into the driveway of Graceland and you look up at the big house in awe.

"It's beautiful." He watches you with an amused look on his face.

"Thank you. It needs a woman's touch, though." You look back at him and your eyes flick between his. He leans in and presses his lips to yours softly and then kisses your cheek and whispers. "Let's go in."

He gets out of the car and offers you his hand. You make your way inside together, where he gives you a tour. The last step in the tour is the pool out back. The moon is heavy and full, so the water sparkles invitingly. It's summer and the night is warm, but the breeze is nice. He reaches out and takes your hand, pressing his lips to the back of it.

"What's your favorite part of the house?" He asks softly. You can tell he's genuinely interested.

"This. The pool is beautiful in the moonlight."

"You wanna go for a swim?" You laugh and look at him, but he's serious.

"I don't have a bathing suit." He smiles coyly.

"Do you really need one?"

"I suppose I could swim in my underwear." He looks up at you suddenly. He was kidding, but you actually seem willing.

"You could..."

"I'll swim in mine if you swim in yours." He grins sheepishly.

"Deal." Without another thought, you reach back and unzip your dress, letting it fall to the ground. You slip your shoes off and step out of your clothing where it sits at your feet. His eyes widen as they wander over your body in your white bra and panties.

"Honey, if you get in the water I'm going to be able to see straight through that. You might as well be naked." He smiles mischievously and says this with the assumption that you'll put your dress back on, but you don't. Instead, you unclasp your bra and drop it to the ground and shimmy out of your panties. His mouth drops open.

"Goddamn, honey, I never dreamed you'd actually take 'em off."

"You don't know me very well."

"No, but I sure as hell would like to." He strips his jacket and shirt off and drops his pants and underwear to the ground, allowing his hard cock to bounce free. Now you're both standing in the summer moonlight naked. He moves to walk towards you, but you giggle and jump in the pool. Laughing, he follows you into the water and then swims over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist and you grab onto his neck while he pulls you in close to him, pressing himself against you.

"You're a beautiful woman, y/n." He presses his lips to yours again, but this time he dips his tongue into your mouth. Pulling back from the kiss, he whispers. "I never stopped thinking about you, wondering whatever happened to you."

"I've been right here, waiting for you, assuming you were too much of a star now to even notice I was alive." You sigh and he kisses you again softly.

"Can I make love to you?" He asks almost shyly. You whisper in return.

"I'd love it if you would." His hands move from your waist to run all over your body under the water, until he makes his way to your center with his fingers. He rubs circles on your clit for a while before sliding one finger inside you. Pumping it in and out, he uses the other hand to pull you into a deep kiss. Then, he slides his finger out and lifts you a little to slip his dick inside you as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Mmm Elvis..." You moan as he fills you up. He carries you over to the wall of the pool to give himself leverage as he begins to slide in and out of you. He sets his forehead against yours as he moves inside you.

"God, y/n, it feels so good." You whimper softly, feeling your orgasm build as he increases speed. He can't go too fast because of the water, but the friction against your clit has you ready to scream. After a few more thrusts, you cum hard, your climax rushing through you from your core to your fingertips like wildfire, and the sensation of your walls fluttering and pulsing around him sends him over the edge too. He shudders and pumps weakly as he fills you with his release, kissing your neck and jawline and eventually making his way back to your lips.

"Stay here with me tonight?" He pleads.

"Yes. I'm not leaving until you tell me to." He smiles and kisses you again.

"Watch out, honey, I might not ever let you leave."

"Be careful what you wish for." You kiss him deeply again as he slides out of you. He stands there for a while just holding you before you both decide it's time to get out. You're the one that realizes that you don't have towels. Both of you pull back on your clothes and then he escorts you inside and upstairs. He gives you one of his pajama shirts and you settle into the bed together.

"I'm glad I ran into you again." He whispers in your ear as you cuddle up to sleep.

"Me too."

Neither of you knows what the future might hold, but for right now you're happy in each other's arms. And that's enough for both of you.

******

The End

#elvis presley #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis fanfic #elvis #elvis presley fic #elvis smut #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley x y/n #elvis fic #elvis x y/n #elvis x you #elvis presley fanfic #elvis presley x you #reader requests

[greazyfloz]

taking care of luke after the BIGTEN championship win (smut)

Smut w/ Luke Hughes

Champion is Home

I invited told Luke to come over as soon as he landed as I had a surprise for him. My roommates were gone, so I had the whole house to myself. Watching Luke play was one thing but watching him win was another. I watched them celebrate through the videos online and the snapchats that Luke would send me and I was wishing I could be there to celebrate with him.

I hear Luke's car enter the drive way so I ran upstairs and quickly undressed myself so I am completely naked before making my way back down. Luke enters as I reach the bottom and I watch his eyebrows raise as he is impressed with what's in front of him. "Woah- I mean wow!" Luke says as a smile began stretching across his face.

"Hi champ" I say walking up and standing on my tippy toes as Luke looks down at me planting a kiss.

"Hey" he says as I feel his hands travel up my waist. "I like this surprise".

I take his hand and pull him in front on the couch then take his flannel off. As I throw his flannel to the side Luke is already taking his shirt off, so I begin unbuttoning his pants. He pulls his pants and briefs down at the same time and kicks them to the side. He begins making out with me, trying to turn me so my back was facing the couch.

"No baby, let me make you feel good" I say pushing him back on the couch. I watch him as his eyes follow me as I get onto my knees in front of him on the couch crawling close.

I lift is cock and lick from the bottom of his shaft up to his tip. I flick my tongue on his tip then once again lick from bottom to tip again. "You're so fucking sexy", he says watching intensely, "wrap your lips around me baby" he says and I take him in my mouth so I am sucking back and forth on his tip. The longer I suck on his the faster I bobble my head.

I release him and spit on his cock, then begin stroking him. I enter him again sliding more of his cock down my throat, my lips fit nicely around his cock as I pump my head back and forth taking enough of him in so he is touching the back of my throat.

I slide him out and stroke him catching my breath before sucking on his tip for a second then releasing him. "Fuck I love your mouth" he says and I begin sliding his cock down my throat as far as I can take it as Luke throws his head back on the back of the couch. I choke as I get as close to the bottom of his shaft releasing him from my mouth.

I then get up and cradle his hips and his hard cock hovers his stomach. I bring my hips up and grind up and down a few times until his cock catches my pussy itself. I then sink down on his cock bouncing up and down. "Fuck Luke!" I moan as I bounce and he throws his head back again, "So big!"

Luke then begins to breath out a little harder and I clench my walls in my pussy tighter around his cock, "So fucking sexy" I hear the soft moan exit Luke's mouth. His head comes back up but only for a second. "O-oh yes" he says as he fills me. I sink down all the way and Luke looks at me as I bring my lips to his to make out.

"Fuck I love you" he says into the kiss and I deepen the kiss even more as I mumble 'I love you' back. I pull from the kiss and look down at our naked bodies then back to him

"Since we are naked, wanna get in the bath?"

#luke hughes smut #luke hughes imagine #umich hockey smut #umich hockey imagine #umich imagine #umich hockey

[axcel-lucci]

I need you (ver.2)

Trafalgar Law x Male!reader.

Warning: smutty smut smut

(Y/n) brushed his teeth after a long day and wished to just plop on the bed to sleep.

But recently, he noticed his boyfriend, Trafalgar Law, getting a bit... Fussy as of late...

He didn't knew why Law was like that, (y/n) made sure to give him lots of kisses and hugs and cuddles.

To others, they just think law was a bit possessive, if not, a clingy boyfriend.

Law opened and closed the door to their bedroom behind him, locking it as well when he noticed the door to the bathroom open with clothes neatly folded on the bed, meaning his wonderful boyfriend just took a bath.

He walked over to the bathroom and grinned maliciously when he saw (y/n) brushing his teeth and a towel around his waist, barely covering his thighs.

Law could feel himself harden and bite his lips as his eyes strained down his back and his ass.

"Babe? What's wrong?" (Y/n) asked, making him snap back to reality.

He just shrugged and walked over, wrapping his arms around his waist, (y/n) was a bit taller and bigger than him, law eventually ran his fingers up and down his chest and abs, pinching his nipples and pulling them just to get a reaction from (y/n)

"Can't you go a bit faster? I want... No... I need you tonight." Law grinned even darker once he placed his head on (y/n)'s shoulder, staring at his eyes through the mirror.

(Y/n) simply groaned and is in the process of finishing up as quickly as he can.

Law could feel himself get even harder when he felt how his muscles flexed under the aroused fingertips.

His hand soon trailed down lower and lower until he felt (y/n)'s hardened dick and started to stroke it gently, causing (y/n) to gasp and groan, "alright... Alright. I'm done...!" He gasped making Law chuckle

"Come on then."

...

Law had (y/n) on the bed, naked and his hands tied over his head.

Some... Toys... On the bedstand making (y/n) know he wasn't just fussy, he was needy.

"Law... I swear if we wake the crew up-"

"The crew is out on a bar... They won't be back till tomorrow morning. So it's just us... Don't forget to scream as loud as you can, alright?" Law smirked making (y/n) swallow thickly.

...

(Y/n) was a sweaty, moaning mess after law had given him the best blowjob ever.

He could see law teasing him when he swallowed up his cum, grabbed a big d!ldo from the bedstand and pump some generous lube in his hand, before immediately fingering his ass with three fingers making (y/n) throw his own head back with a loud surprised groan.

Law eventually decided it's enough playing cause his own dick begs to cum, so he coated the big ass fucking dildo I some lube and shoved it inside (y/n) making him gasp and twitch with a moan

"L-law... What..."

"Call me daddy" law grinned as he situated himself to straddle his lap, "or else I'm leaving you like this and unlock the door."

"D- ugh..."

"What's that?" Law grinned as he stood on his knees

"Ugh... D-daddy..."

"What, baby? Tell me what you want"

(Y/n) rolled his eyes in embarrassment, "daddy... Let me fuck you." He whined, almost under his breath

Law chuckled as he made a show of pulling out a big butt plug from his ass showing that he prepared himself ahead of time and (y/n) watched in adoration as it slips out of him and drops beside them on the bed

He knew he caught (y/n) in a trance cause he gasped when he rubbed his puckered hole against his dick

"You're lucky a I love you, baby." Law grinned and kissed him before pulling away and positioning his tip against his puckered hole.

"W-wait! What about condoms...? Would t it hurt you?" Law paused when (y/n) said these words.

"I don't care. Now call me daddy" law groaned himself when he started to sink down on his dick as his dick rubbed against the walls of his ass making them both groan in pleasure.

Once law had adjusted well, he started to bounce himself on (y/n) making him groan in pleasure.

(Y/n) can't even tell it himself but his body just takes over and his brain shuts down immediately, his hips start to buck against Law's, meeting halfway as his dick buries itself inside law

Law had grinned and reached behind him to move the dildo inside (y/n)'s ass as well and started pumping it in and out.

The pleasure was overwhelming causing (y/n) to burst out moaning and groaning.

A few more moments of law teasing and bouncing himself, he could feel (y/n)'s hot cum flood inside his ass and his own all over (y/n)'s upper body

"This felt too good, (y/n)." Law whined as he lets him go and rise up from having his dick inside him and plop unto the space beside him, with his chest against the bed and his face on the pillow, "you were right... It hurts..." Law groaned as he arched his back, it seemed to help his ass a bit.

(Y/n) slowly removed the dildo from his insides and threw it off the bed before turning to him and pulling the blankets to cover them but remained his hand on his ass.

"Told you so" he mumbled, "how do you feel now?" He asked as he started to massage Law's ass.

"Mhm..."

His hand eventually starts to slip into the middle until law gasped, feeling two of his fingers inside his own asshole and rub the inside slowly

"(Y/n)... I swear..." Law groaned before gasping again when (y/n) positioned himself behind him and lift his hips to meet his with a now hardened dick.

"(Y/n). I swear..." Law granted before he positioned his dick by his hole

"Don't worry... I'll be gentle compared to you"

The next morning, law slept against his chest and his hand already in between his ass cheeks, pumping three fingers in and out continuously.

"How's that, hmm?" He asked as law moaned softly

"F-faster... Harder"

#random #night thoughts #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x y/n #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar d law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law x reader smut #trafalgardwaterlaw #law smut #law x you #one piece law

[konnorhasapen]

Chapter 1 is finally finished and posted!!

Treading Water — Chapter 1: The Escapee, The Mage I (The Barkeep & The Playwright)

Read from the beginning on ao3!

BIG THANK TO @morgansplace FOR HELPING ME MAKE DECISIONS >:D

[Warning: references to sexual activities/harmless banter towards Lasky]

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   Freelancer awoke with a start to the pounding of a fist on their door.

"Come on, Captain," a familiar voice called, "it's time for you to get going." Freelancer blinked a few times at the sunlight in their eyes, seeping through a minuscule gap in the thick, honey-colored curtains that fell over the single large window in the room. They recognized a familiar bush of red hair that always seemed so soft and fluffy brushing gently against their neck and underside of their chin. They felt his face pressed into their chest and his lean arms wrapped around their waist, chuckling at the way he curled up so small against them. Freelancer had to be honest: they were pretty impressed at how he could do such a thing, given that he was so much taller than they were. Not quite as tall as Huxley, but still up there—taller than Damien's height at 5'9.

The fist pounded against dark stained wood again.

"Freelancer, I'm giving you a two minute warning. If you're not opening the door, I'm doing it for you." They hollered.

"And I swear to the Gods, if I walk in on you and Lasko stark naked again, I'm going to start putting you in separate rooms!" The Captain laughed a little heartier at that, glad that the moving of their chest was enough to help Lasko wake on his own rather than having to bring themself to do it.

"Good morning, my North Star," Freelancer greeted their partner's tired baby blue eyes with a soft, loving smile, as they always did. He smiled back and mumbled a dreamy "good morning" as he cuddled in a little deeper, although the warmth and comfort only lasted so long until those incessant thuds rang through the room again.

"Ten seconds, Freelancer! You know I don't bluff!" Freelancer took in a deep breath and groaned dramatically at the threats, reluctantly pulling away from Lasko and rolling themself out of the small bed. They quickly pulled on their skivvies before they stretched their arms over their head and moaned in satisfaction at the series of pops that reached their ears, eyes lingering on their beloved First Mate as he stretched out on the mattress, long limbs reaching over the sides of it. They heard the jiggle of the wonky handle and before the barkeep could work it open, Freelancer grabbed, twisted, and tugged it to reveal the grump who technically doesn't own the tavern, but most definitely runs the place like they do.

"I know you don't bluff," the Captain smirked and quirked a brow. "That's why you're so shit at poker." Recieving a small stack of two thin grey towels shoved in their face, Freelancer laughed.

"Good morning to you too, Honey," they finally greeted.

"They're a winner at strip poker, in my most honest opinion!" Another familiar—though, a little more friendly—voice chimed in as he passed down the hall behind Honey's back.

"Thin ice, Guy," the barkeep had grumbled after him, only receiving his signature maniacal laughter in reply while he rushed down to the second to last room on this floor faster than Honey could grab him.

"Towels," the Mage started, "do we wreak that badly?" The question put a crease between the other's brows and they frowned.

"I wish that was me telling you that your lot can stick around long enough to bathe, but Rainfall's guard has already been spotted sniffin' around town." Lasko came up behind Freelancer, now fully dressed and bedecked in his selection of daggers, duel muskets in holsters hung from either hip, and a few stylish accessories Freelancer had gotten for him during past adventures, pulling his curly locks back loosely to wrap in a low-effort ponytail.

"Already?" He asked. "W-we just got here last night a-and they're already almost caught up to us." His lover could hear the quiver of worry in his voice and took his hands, embracing them in theirs as they turned to face him:

"But they will not catch us, my dear. I'm certain of it." The Mage smiled as Lasko closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath.

"R-right," he nodded once, "I trust you." Freelancer hummed, gaze as gentle as their hands wrapped around his own, and they shared a sweet kiss before being forced to part in order to save time.

"You are my freshest air, my beautiful Lasko," Freelancer cupped a hand to his cheek and pressed one last kiss to the tip of his freckle-flecked nose. "I love you." The taller smiled and giggled, a little nervous at all the attention and affection, but responded nonetheless:

"I-I love you too, my.., well, m-my technical ab-abductor?" That earned a contagious laugh from his partner as they pulled away to grab what few belongings they'd brought up to their room with them.

"I only acted because you seemed so miserable," Freelancer explained, fastening their belt and double checking their scabbard was secure as they peered up at Lasko through their lashes with a smirk. "And very interested in the death row escapee, might I add."

"You've- you've got quite th-the keen eye, I-I'll admit, Freelancer." The Captain agreed:

"A keen eye for beauty," they complimented as they quickly took and squeezed his hand again. "Now then, let's be off to collect our stragglers and take leave."  With that, the couple parted ways as they stepped out the door of their room to round up what crew members sheltered inside. Freelancer started down the hallway to their left and stopped when they reached the last door on this end, the door that had a specific insignia scrawled on to a small piece of parchment, hanging on a string of twine from the handle. They knocked on the door.

"Up n' at 'em, lovebirds! We gotta get a move on!" They waited until they heard Huxley's voice gravel out a confirmation that at least one of them heard the Captain's hollering.

"We'll meet you downstairs for a quick meal!" They stepped back and started their way to help Lasko, but he met them at the staircase.

"Xavier a-and Hudson w-were the only ones this way, th-they're getting up now," he reported, earning an assured nod and a lopsided smile.

"The two who still have yet to tango are getting ready as we speak," they offered an arm and he took it, letting them lead the way down to the tavern and straight to the bar counter.

"Look who's finally gotten out of that damn bed," Honey greeted once more, shoving a cloth down to the bottom of a glass and swiping it clean before setting it down on the counter in front of Lasko, grabbing another from the shelf and presenting it to the Freelancer.  "You two get water today, no alcohol."

"Finally cutting me off?" The Captain jabbed, getting a signature eyeroll in response as the other replied:

"Hydration is important on any occasion, but after that awful racket last night, I'd say it's even more so." Lasko flushed a deep red while Freelancer's cheeks only dusted a little pink as they laughed.

"Another dollar, another day I remember those walls are anything but soundproof," their smile was bright as they thanked Guy for pouring the drink, slipping a hand under the counter and resting it comfortably atop Lasko's thigh, brushing their thumb back and forth along cotton fabric.

"Tell us about it," a voice of thick sarcasm oh-so recognizable had chimed into the conversation. The Mage smirked:

"Well, it started with hands—on the skin, then in the hair, then—"

"Gods, you know what I meant, don't actually tell us about it." He and Huxley took their seats beside each other to Lasko's left, the latter asking for two more glasses of water.

"I'm just messin' with you," Freelancer admitted, "good morning Damien, Huxley." The two shared their good mornings and, not too long after, Hudson and Xavier came cheerfully down the steps to join the rest of the lot.

"Good morning good morning, everybody!" Hudson said with a grin, Xavier adding his greeting as well. The former turned his attention to Honey:

"Reckon I could get a Sherry Cobbler with a twist of lemon?" He asked. Honey nodded with a knock of their knuckle on the counter.  "Thank you much, Honey!" He chimed gratefully, that grin never slipping from his face.

"Same as last time for all of you?" Guy leaned on his hands as he cocked his head inquisitively, waiting until Freelancer nodded.

"Indeed, my good man!" They quickly added: "Although, if I'm recalling correctly, Damien does prefer ham over bacon." Guy drummed his fingers on the counter, plucking his fork and giving it a twirl in his palm.

"Got it, comin' right up!" Damien snickered at Freelancer's words and leaned in to catch their eye from where he was sitting to say it them:

"Yeah, "recalling correctly," as if you don't have every crewmate's interests as memorized as every scar and crease on Lasko's hands." That had the mentioned Mate's eyes blown wide as he sputtered into his water.

"Or every right spot, judging by the noise complaints we were getting from the owners all the way in the next Inn over," commented Honey, only darkening the color that seemed to now be the permanent shade of Lasko's face.

"O-o-okay, I guess today's game is- is just "see how- how- how close we can get La-Lasko's face to m-match his hair," then!" He laughed with everyone at his joke and his lover leaned in close, lips just barely brushing against his reddened ear.

"I suppose that's the last time I forget to cover your mouth," they whispered, chuckling deep at the discreet shiver that ran up his spine and the quiet squeak that leapt from his throat. They weren't surprised when he moved to rapidly down the rest of his water, not entirely meaning to watch his adam's apple bob with every swallow.

"The Damnation Special is served," declared Guy as he carried four out of six plates in from the firehouse and set them in front of Hudson, Xavier, Huxley, and Damien—the last plate given a small slab of ham rather than the strips of bacon for everyone else. They all thanked him for the food, Hudson thanking Honey again as they served his drink with a glass of water as well.  It was only a few seconds as the cook rushed away and returned with Lasko's and Freelancer's meals in hand.

"Many thanks for the food," Freelancer began, "and for letting us crash here so often at such a discounted price, I'm eternally grateful. We all are." The barkeep and their beloved both looked at the Captain, glancing over the portion of their crew as they all agreed and thanked them kindly. Honey's natural expression softened, as did Guy's, drawing his hand up and pressing it over his heart while he melted at the sentiments.

"Please, it's the least we can do for you," Honey spoke earnestly. "It feels to me the people are wrong for setting fire to what they don't understand. Killing people out of fear brings chaos to any hierarchy, no matter how established or pristine it may appear." Guy nodded and met Freelancer's gaze with a sternness unknown to many.

"Just because you are what you are doesn't mean you should be punished for it, especially not if you're doing no wrong." He explained. The Captain swallowed the lump rising in their throat and blinked back the sting of emotion in their eyes, muttering an honest-hearted gratitude.

"Of course," Guy replied as both he and Honey smiled, one brighter than the other. "Now, I've gotta get those last few plates out to the rest of your crew!" He bid a temporary farewell and waved away at Freelancer's continued thanks.

"How many guards have you seen poking around?" Asked Damien, finished with his eggs and now cutting into his ham.

"Not too many at a time," Honey answered, refilling Lasko's empty glass with more chilled water. "Biggest groups I've seen are three, maybe four." Right as they set the pitcher back down on the counter behind the bar top, the sound of horses reached the tavern from outback, whinnying as they were pulled to a halt. Honey strained to peek out the small window behind them and swore under their breath.

"Is that some of them?" Lasko asked quickly, almost trying to snag a look himself. Honey nodded:

"Speak of the muttonheads," they sighed. Every member of The Mage's Damnation moved to stand, but Honey had quickly waved at them, telling them to stay put as they bent down behind the bar. They came back up with a hunting rifle in hand, earning a smirk from Freelancer.

Honey checked to see if the gun was loaded, nodding to themself as they only needed to eject the casing before they pushed the bolt handle in and locked it with a pull to the right, swinging the back door open with a shove of their shoulder. They were met with the scene of two Rainfall guards stood in front of Guy, blocking his way en route to the port, the bigger of the two having a hand gripped tight on his shoulder while they questioned the amount of food in his hands.

"Oi!" Honey's voice boomed, butt of their rifle pressed to their shoulder and their eyes glaring daggers at the guards. "I'm assuming "literate" wasn't a requirement when offering your services to his raunchy, barnacle-hided Highness?" They asked.

"Care to elaborate, feist?" The barkeep rolled their eyes at the pathetic insult, the movement to relax the muscles in their shoulders going unnoticed.

"We're within boarders of Wonder Wharf, not Rainfall. You've got about as much authority here as a roach," they explained easily, the muzzle of their gun pointed at the chest of the bigger guard.

"Your point?"

"My point is: outback has a strict 'employees only' policy. No trespassing. So fuck off-a my property before I do it for you, Sir sugar stick sucker." They smirked, watching him bristle and shove Guy aside so hard he stumbled forward, dropping the food as he caught himself before his face met the gravel. Honey's expression darkened and within a second, their aim moved to the weak opening they spotted in the armor: right under the kneecap.  The squeezed the trigger and didn't even flinch as the loud BANG cracked through the air.

The guard damn-near shrieked bloody murder as he went down.

"Nobody pushes my Playwright to his knees but me, jackass," they ejected the bullet casing and chambered the next round, daring the other guard to take another step towards them or their partner. Once they were certain she wouldn't, they shifted their gun to hold it in one hand and stepped over to Guy, helping him up off the ground with a tug.

"Damn, Honey," Guy began as they pulled him close to them in a protective embrace. "One liners like that? It's no wonder at all that you're my muse." He tried to brush off the rattle, but Honey pulled away just enough to meet his eyes.

"You're all right now," they said. He nodded, letting out a sigh of relief and content as they pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and squeezed him tight before leading them both back inside.

"What about—"

"Guy, if you're honestly about to ask me "what of the food," I will pick you up and throw you as far out to the water as I possibly can." The harmless, loving threat received a chuckle and a dirty comment, as per usual.

Stepping back inside 'Max's Tavern & Inn,' Honey returned the rifle to its spot behind the counter, getting a squeeze from Guy as they bent over and a whistle from Xavier.

"It wasn't exactly a pressing question of who did the hunting, but where in the Gods names did you learn to shoot like that, Honey?" The man asked, brushing stark white hair from his vision out of habit. The barkeep smirked a little with pride bubbling up in their chest, though they refused to show it as they answered:

"An old friend of mine," they said. "That tank taught me everything I know. Haven't seen 'em in a while..." They pondered aloud.

"I'll have to track them down," Xavier chuckled. "Ask them to show me a thing or two." He wiped small spots of soot from the dark skin of his hands with a dark blue cloth hanging from his waist—one of many cloths, and only one of a minuscule assortment of different colors in their dark shades. A fashion choice both Hudson and Freelancer had helped him make. They popped pleasantly against his black trousers, and they came in quite handy every now and again.

"Good luck with that, Mountaincap," Honey snorted as they began taking empty plates and setting them aside in a stack behind the top counter. "They're a pain in the ass to find when they don't want to be found."

"And they never want to be found," Guy added, whisking the dirty dishes away to wash them.

"Just because their a pain in the ass to find, doesn't mean it's impossible," as soon as the words left Damien's lips, all eyes were on him. Both Huxley and Honey noticed when he shifted uncomfortably under the curious eyes, the latter speaking up once more:

"Thanks for the optimism, Damien. It's much appreciated," he nodded, thankful they helped the attention move and the subject move on with it. "You lot should get a move on before we're swimming in Rainfall dolts, and guards under the new reign, if the former are smart enough."

"Couldn't agree more," Freelancer nodded assertively. "We'd best be out of your hair before anything of the sort. It's my understanding that the guards of this new King only operate based on how their ruler is feeling that moment rather than any written law."

"A-and we'd rather not r-roll the dice," Lasko added, the First Mate and the remaining crew all rising to their feet at the lead of their Captain.

"That makes all of us," Honey sighed, annoyance masking the dread that had been churning in their stomach ever since the declared death of Canis's former King and the fall of William Solaire, former King of Wonder Wharf. Honey knew it was anything but a good idea to stay within the two Kingdoms that had now become one under the new tyrant, but they were hesitant to leave their family's legacy behind. Their great grandfather Mazerial had built this place—this home—from nothing, the thought of leaving it made their heart ache in their chest, and the dilemma often sent them reeling so badly that it would take Guy hours to help guide them back. The Captain's voice shook them from their spiralling thoughts:

"Farewell for now, Honey," they bid, "and tell Guy I said good luck with that new script of his!" Honey nodded and waved them goodbye, gazing out the window as the group made their way to the stolen ship, watching them barely be caught by Guy as he handed them the meals for the last of their crew. They all shared their farewells, and with that, The Mage's Damnation left port.

They barely heard Guy return to the bar.

"You think their okay?" He asked, obviously not talking about Freelancer or their crew.

"After everything? I'd be surprised if they were."

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❥ Your Highness ii

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♡ Pairings: Shigaraki x Reader

Summary: Prince Shigaraki was born with a curse. Anything he touches with his bare hands turns into dust. Everything except you, the new maid who's working in the castle.

Tags: [18+ NSFW] Vaginal Sex, Possessiveness, Controlling, Dubcon, Masturbation, Jealousy, Cursing, Loss Of Virginity, Breeding Kink, etc.

≺Part One≻

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Miss Y/N?” A gentle voice called, stirring you from your sleep. You lazily lifted your head, taking in your surroundings of the room as the prior night started coming back little by little. Your head whipped to the side expecting to see Shigaraki, but luckily he must have slipped away before you had even woken up. You hated the idea that you might see him again. Praying the bed swallows you whole so you could just disappear from existence.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Ah, sorry! Come in,” you called out.

“Please don’t apologize it’s me who has woken you up,” a woman’s voice explained, she had short brown hair and kind-looking eyes. A warm aura surrounded her in a comforting way. She was in a maid uniform, but she didn’t look familiar to you, but then again, you never had the opportunity to meet the maids in this hall since they ran a different area. She must be far more experienced than you to have been moved up to this section of the castle, but she still didn’t look much older than yourself. “His Highness has called me in to prepare a bath for you.”

A bath sounded nice. The perfect opportunity to wipe your slate clean and try to forget about the events of last night. “Thank you, I would greatly appreciate it.

She wasted no time drawing you a bath and helping you inside. You insisted that you were more than capable of bathing yourself, but she was extremely persistent. Claiming your only job at the moment was to relax. It felt a bit invasive at first, being naked in front of someone you just met, but she also made you very comfortable.

“What’s your name?” You asked to fill the silence.

“Oh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Ochaco Uraraka, please feel free to talk to me informally.”

“My name is Y-”

“I know. Everyone knows. There’s a lot of rumors buzzing around you Miss, I wouldn’t let it bother you though. You’re lucky.” She spoke up, bringing you a towel to dry yourself, “when His Highness has taken a maid to bed, they usually don’t survive through the night. He must have taken quite the liking to you.”

Lucky? Why did you feel anything but lucky in this moment?

After you bathed and ate, you felt eager to jump back into work, hoping it would help take your mind off of things. Maybe if you kept busy, His Highness wouldn’t look for you and you would be safe. So you did just that, throwing yourself into whatever work you could.

“Wow, you sure are eager, Y/N.” Uraraka laughed, “Are you sure you don’t want to take a break? His Highnes-”

“Yes, I’m sure,” you cut off, not in the mood to hear his name. Possibly picking up on that, she just nodded her head and continued showing you to your next assignment.

“I see, well, how about we sweep some leaves off of the pathway outside? It’s a beautiful day and I’m sure you could use some fresh air.”

“Yeah… that sounds nice.” You could use the fresh air. Everywhere you went you heard whispers, everyone’s eyes locked onto you no matter where you went. You couldn’t even pin the looks to one emotion. Sympathy and jealousy crowded you in every direction you looked. You wish you could just scream and explain to them that this wasn’t what you wanted in the slightest, and if it was up to you, you would be gone, but His Highness was right, it’s not like anyone would care, and even if they did it’s not like there was much they would do.

“Y/N?” Uraraka called, snapping you out of your trance. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I was just thinking.” You explained, continuing to sweep away the fallen leaves on the path.

“How about I go get us some water. Wouldn’t want you overheating out here.” She joked, a small smile making its way onto your face as she ran off, leaving you to work alone. You didn’t mind it though. It was strangely peaceful. The whole castle was beautiful. You never got to fully enjoy it yesterday because you were so busy, but you were glad you got to now. The breeze flowed against your skin, cooling you as you worked. The birds flew in the air as they sang a beautiful song of freedom. You truly wished this moment would never end.

“My my, you are a cute one!” A voice cooed, a short blond-haired girl skipping over to you, as a taller, more brooding, black-haired man trailed close behind. “You must be my future sister! Big brother Shigaraki has good taste, but I gotta say you’re way out of his league.”

“I-I’m sorry?” Did this girl just call you big sister? And she referred to Shigaraki as big brother which means they must be...

“Oh, don’t mind us,” The deep voice of the man next to her cut in, “we just wanted to check out our brother’s new toy. Word travels fast in this kingdom and when we caught wind that there was a servant lucky enough to survive the night with him, we just had to check you out personally. But now that I’m looking at you. I can see why he’s taken a liking to you.”

The way his eyes traveled up and down your body, his gaze lingering on some areas more than others, made you feel vulnerable. That he was somehow looking at every part of you despite the fact that you were clothed. You nervously began to shuffle in place, your arms crossing over your chest in an attempt to create some sort of barrier between yourself and the two strangers in front of you.

“Now, now.” He chuckled, taking a step closer, his hand trailing down your arm as he stood over you, “Don’t look so afraid. We aren’t here to hurt you.”

“Dabi, enough. You’re scaring them.” The girl warned before giving you a soft smile revealing her slightly pointed teeth,

“It’s not my fault she scares so easily.”

“Dabi! Toga!” An angry voice called out, Shigaraki approaching with a look of disdain coating his face. You felt your stomach drop at his sudden arrival. Feeling even more uncomfortable than before.

“Big brother!”

“Well, it was fun while it lasted,” Dabi grinned, sending a wink your way as you diverted your attention. Shigaraki slid next to you, his arm being wrapped around your side as he aggressively yanked you into him.

“Leave. Don’t come to my castle again without an invitation. You have your own, now use them.” That was all he said as he pulled you back inside.

The last thing you heard was the two mumble a “No fun.” before the doors slammed behind you.

He didn’t speak a word to you while dragging you around. Not even as you cried out about how his grip hurt you, he didn’t care, not even bothering to loosen his hold until the two of you were in his bedroom. He carelessly threw you onto the edge of the bed, towering over you with a terrifying look of anger on his face.

“I’m not a patient man. I tried, I truly did, but you made that impossible. So I’m not going to wait another minute to claim you.” Not even bothering to explain further, he ripped your dress off, your hands springing up in an attempt to shield your breast before he began tearing into your tights and panties as easy as if they were made of paper. He began unbuckling his pants, his cock springing free from its confinement. “When I’m done with you, everyone is going to know who you belong to.”

You tried to back away, begging him to stop, but he couldn’t care less about your futile attempts to stop him as he crawled on top of you. Pinning your hands above your head so you couldn’t hide from him as he palmed your core. It felt so embarrassing and invasive to be exposed like this to him once again, this time in broad daylight. You hated every second of it, crying in embarrassment, and he loved it.

“Stop crying, you deserve this. Bad girls need to be punished. You were just going to let that son of a bitch put his hands on you? How far would you have let him go if I didn’t show up? Would you have fucked him right outside in front of everyone?” He growled a single finger pushing it’s way inside you. You cried out as you felt him stroke your walls from the inside. “Jesus, you’re so tight I can feel your walls clamping down on just my finger. Well, maybe you are a good girl after all. This is going to feel great… well for one of us. This is still a punishment for you.” He smirked, took his finger out, giving it a quick suck before lining the head of his cock up with your entrance.

“Please, not there!” You cried, your mother’s words ringing in your head like an echoing bell. ‘Your virginity is something sacred, Y/N. Only to be given to your future husband, someone you love.’ Her voice was soft, yet stern. How you wished you were with her now. “This should be done between lovers. Husband and wife.”

“Husband? Do you think I would ever let you marry someone? You are a maid under me. I am the future king of this entire shit-hole of a kingdom. I own everyone and everything in it, which means you belong to me. No one else.” He grinned sadistically at your cowering form, “But… if it makes you feel better. You can call me your husband. Come on, give it a try. Say, I love you, Husband.”

You turned your head away, refusing to give in to his cruel game. His teasing was going too far, but worst of all there was nothing you could do about it. You felt the head of his cock start rubbing up and down your slit, a tingling feeling sliding through your body causing your nipples to perk up. A moan slipped past your lips as a new feeling started to overtake your body. “Come on, princess. I might go easy on you with it being your first time and all. Just say it. Won’t it make you feel better?”

You almost wanted to scream. You doubt in any way that this would ‘make you feel better’ but you also doubt he cared to begin with.

“I… I love you, Husband.” You cringed, gritting your teeth at the statement that just found its way out of your mouth. You hated calling him that word, but Shigaraki on the other hand seemed a bit excited by the new name. He couldn’t wait to fill you up any longer.

He lined up the head of his cock with your hole before pushing his way in. You inhaled sharply at the pain, your nails sinking into his shoulder out of reaction as he somehow managed to fit his entire length inside of you. It hurt, tears slipping past your eyes as Shigaraki was panting with desire. The feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock as you were completely at his mercy felt incredible. There was no way he would ever let you slip out of his grasp. You and every hole in your body were his, and he would make sure that when morning came your body would remember that. Remember the feeling of him inside of you, and the feeling of his skin on yours, just like he did with you.

All day he was suffering. The feeling of your cunt pressed against him when morning came had got him turned on before the day had even begun. He ended up masturbating over your sleeping form once again, even though he was so desperate to just take you then and there. While in his office he couldn’t get the night prior out of his head, leaving him with a hard-on and a rather foul mood that only seemed to worsen at the sight of you and his shitbrained brother talking. But with you now, taking his cock like a good servant, maybe he could forgive you.

Before you were even able to adjust to him filling you up, he began pumping in and out of you at a fast pace, as your hole clenched around him. Every time he pulled out, he felt your walls pull him back in, keeping him wanting more and more.

This was sex? Your mind was finding it hard to focus as he continued to enter you with an almost animalistic desire. It hurt, but it was almost starting to become… pleasurable. Your walls slickened at the continuous feeling of him hitting deep inside you. Your toes curled as a strange sensation started to build up.

“Feel good?” He groaned, not even slowing his pace as he asked the question, too eager chasing his own high. You leaned back as chills ran up your body, you were starting to feel so hot, the cold breeze nipping at your skin. Shigaraki took this as an invitation to let his mouth wander, immediately latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and biting with such a desire, as if he was a starved man and your tit was the only source of nourishment he’s had in years. He bit the tender skin and pulled with his teeth quickly, before releasing your small bud and latching onto its opposite. You whimpered out in pain at his harsh treatment of your now sore nipple.

“I asked you a question.” He mumbled over your breast, sinking his nails into your thigh to give himself a better grip and pulling you closer so he could somehow manage to pound even deeper into your now soaking cunt. He was addicted to the feeling of your skin, he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to leave his mark all over you. “I asked, do you feel good?”

You could barely find the words to describe this feeling. It was hurt but in almost a good way. The pleasure somehow overpowering the pain and leaving you wanting more. All you would do was nod.

“How about a thank you? Didn’t I say I would make you feel good? Even though you don’t deserve it. You little slut, coming onto my brother, like a fucking whore. But luckily for you, I’m very forgiving. I think I deserved to be thanked. Don’t you? Say ‘thank you Tomura, my sweet husband’”

Once again he was feeding you words to say, but this time your mind was too fogged to put up a fight as he began to suck and nip at your chest and neck. Causing the skin to darken where his lips once lingered “T-hank you, Tomura, my sweet husband.” You managed to cry out, your voice quivering at all the overwhelming feelings erupting through your skin.

“Mmm, fuck. So obedient. So perfect. I want you to take all of my cum. I want you to be swollen with my heir. Every time someone looks at you, with my child growing inside of you, I want there to be no doubt that you’re mine.” The final word seems to finish him off as he shoots his load inside of you, filling you up past your limits as pleasure flowed over you, wave after wave. Your cunt clenching around him and sucking every drop out of him. Both of you became weak as your orgasms faded, a weight seeming to be lifted off your chest as your whole body felt relaxed. Shigaraki’s hand came up to your face wiping the stray tears off of your tired face. His hand slipped down to your neck, yanking your forward and crashing your lips against him as he stole what was left of your breath away in a kiss.

God, he could definitely get used to this.

“My father wants to have dinner with me and my siblings,” he stated, releasing you as he pulled himself out of your cunt, the tiniest of whimpers leaving your lips at the empty feeling, “he has some things he wants to discuss with us. I’ll be bringing you, so you better be on your best behavior… or don’t. I don’t give a shit. I sure as hell wouldn’t mind punishing you again if necessary.” You couldn’t think about leaving the room, your body feeling overly sensitive to even the air in the room, but at the same time, another punishment sounds less than ideal. Not to mention you’d be meeting the king, and be forced to reunite with Dabi and Toga, this whole situation seemed like a disaster just waiting to happen.

“I’ll send one of the servants in to help you bathe and get you a new uniform so just stay put until then. I’ll be right back, so don’t even think about wandering off.”

Again, you couldn’t even imagine it. Your body finding the bed the comfiest place in the world as of now.

"After dinner, if you're a good girl, I may just give you a present."

You cringed at the words. Why do you have the strangest feeling that the present would be something only he would enjoy?

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[chippedaxe]

Shower Sex Hc's

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Title: Shower Sex Hc's

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), shower sex, coarse language, degrading names may be used, hair pulling, stomach bulge, orgasm denial etc.. (unedited btw)

Pronouns: They/Them non specified genitalia

Synopsis: Headcanons of how sex in the shower with these Mcyt's would go!

Word count: 2.2k

Note: No one requested this but it was an idea that needed to be written! This might be a very long post..

* I'm also still writing everyone's request, pls just be patient <3

If there’s any warnings that I’ve missed/ tags I need to fix/ anything in the fic that needs fixing then pls let me know !!

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c! Dream

- You were standing with your front facing the water, your eyes were closed and your face was buried in water. You were just trying to wash all the dirt off your skin when you suddenly got spooked, a large hand came up and caressed your side which made you jump a little "Huh??" you turned around and saw your hunky boyfriend there "Sorry, did I scare you?" He laughed at your shocked reaction.

"What're you doing in here?? I'm showering!" you exclaimed "So am I! What a coincidence!" He kissed your cheek and rubbed circles into your hips "Dream.. I'm trying to be clean!" you pushed him off you and he faked being hurt "Ouch.. You really hurt my feelings, what did I do to deserve this?" he gasped dramatically "Oh you shut up, you big baby!" you laugh at his silly antics.

Dream offers to wash your back for you and you reluctantly agree "No weird stuff?" you seem suspicious of his behavior "Weird stuff? From me? Never!" he scoffed at you, you already knew that you had made a mistake when he had said that. He squirted some liquid soap into his hand and began to run his hands over your back, it feels like a nice massage until he starts to get even lower.. His hands move down so they're now groping at your butt "Dream, that's a bit low" you growl at him.

"You've got me there, dear!" he chuckles as he continues to gently massage your ass "Are you seriously this horny? You can't even wait for me to clean up before touching me?" You furrowed your eyebrows "I'm horny for you, baby" Dream kissed you and wrapped his arms around your torso. You kissed him back and then moved your hands to feel up his chest, one hand slowly making its way down toward his stomach "You're so good to me, dear, couldn't have anyone better than you.." Dream huffed into your ear.

You took his cock in your hand and you pumped it a few times just so it'd get hard and then you slowly pushed it inside of you, you gasped as it stretched you out and made your legs shake "Oh fuck!" Dream groaned "H- hold me!" you dug your nails into his back as he started to thrust into you. You were already so close to cumming with how he was just railing into you "C- cumming!" you squealed "Already? Fuck! Me too!" Dream bit down on the back of his hand and started fucking you faster "Ah!" you came on his cock.

c! Sapnap

- You walked into the bathroom and saw the outline of Sapnap's figure through the curtain, you bit your lip and began to undress hastily. You dropped your pants to the ground and carefully snuck into the shower behind Sapnap, he didn't even notice until your hands snaked up to caress his chest "Ah.. Baby.." he softly moans as you rub his chest "Mind if I shower with you?" you smile.

“Just showering?" Sapnap smirked "Maybe not just showering" you blushed as you imagined what was going to come, "come here and I'll wash your body for you" Sapnap kissed your forehead. You moved towards him and passed the soap, Sapnap lathered his hands in soap before running his rough hands over your skin.

You let out a hitched moan when his hands brushed over your nipples, he let one of his hands travel down your stomach and to your nether regions "You're already wet? But baby, you didn't go under the water" Sapnap laughed "Don't tease me or I'll dry off and go take care of this myself" you hissed "You're right, sorry baby" he continued his actions and moved his hand to slowly finger you. You whined softly as his fingers thrusted in and out of you gently, your hips bucked against him and you started to grind yourself against his hand but he then pulled out without warning.

You whimpered and cried "Sap!" you pouted, he bent you over slightly and then lined himself up with your hole. You bit your lip in pleasure when he finally pushed in, he grunted as you clenched around his cock "Shit.. Baby, you feel so good!" Sapnap threw his head back and drilled into your sweet hole. You held onto the wall so that you didn't slip in the shower, you moved your hips against his, your free hand flew to cover your mouth.

His cock was absolutely wrecking you and you didn't wanna have to explain your screams of pleasure to the neighbors, Sapnap leaned forward and bit down lightly into your shoulder. You gasped and came with that action, Sapnap came not too long after. "Let's actually get clean now, aye?" Sapnap teased but then quickly had to catch you as your wobbly legs gave way.

c! George

- You offered to shower with George and he hesitated at first "What? Why would we shower together for? We have two bathrooms" George was confused "I could wash your back, maybe wash a little more.." you suggested "Like what?" George still didn't get the idea so you decided to just join him the next time he was showering. You threw your shirt over your head and wiggled off your pants, you then pulled back the curtain to reveal a scared and embarrassed George.

"H- Hey! This showers taken!!" George blushed and turned away "I know, I wanted to shower with you, is that okay?" you give him a hug and your naked bodies press together for just a moment "I- I guess!" George pries you off him and tries to hide away in the corner "George baby, don't you want me to wash you?" you pursed your lips together "I can do that myself!" George exclaimed "I could do it for you though.. I promise I'll be extra gentle" you smile up at him.

George groans and lets you do what you wish, you squeal and cover your hands in soap. You rub his arms first, you bite your lip as you subtly squeeze at his muscly forearm, you then start to caress and wash his torso and chest "George, you're so pretty" you coo as you rinse off the soap. You turn George around and then you start to get on your knees "What're you doing?" George asked you, you moved your hair out of the way and looked up at him "What does it look like? Cleaning you, dummy!" you smiled.

"H-hey no! I know you're doing something lewd!" George cried out as you gave the tip of his cock a little kiss, he grew hard right away and you grinned "You can tell me now if you want me to stop.." you tease him "N- no" George begins to speak "Aw, I've been forcing you into this.." you tease further and begin to stand up to leave but George unexpectedly pushes you down "Suck it" he growls, your eyes go wide at his sudden dominance.

You listen to him immediately, your lips parting and letting his cock push into your mouth. You suck on him gently and you let your tongue swirl around the tip "Fuck, that's real good.." George's hand travels to your hair and he carefully starts to guide your mouth, he wants to fuck your face so bad but he'll hold out on doing that. "Gonna cum.. Gonna shoot my seed down your throat, baby" George grunted and came into your mouth.

You swallowed his cum and pulled off his penis, you looked up at him and wiped your mouth "You think you can get away with teasing me? Get your ass over here and try not to slip" he stared you down.

c! Karl

- Karl wasn’t taking a shower and he was starting to really smell worry you a lot, you came up from behind and hugged him but pulled away when you smelt his odd scent “baby? Why’d you pull away?” He turned around “I wanted to ask if you’d like to shower with me!” You came up with an idea to get him to finally bathe.

“Shower with you? I’m not sure about that, our shower can be a bit cramped” Karl thought to himself “then I guess we’re gonna have to stand pretty close..” you hinted to him, his face blushed a bright red when he figured out what you meant “alright! W- we can do that!” Karl’s voice cracked as he agreed.

You met him in the bathroom, he was already in the shower and waiting for you. You pulled off your outfit of the day and then jumped in behind him, your hands both quickly reacting and covering both his mouth and his cock. He started to moan and whine as your hand pumped his cock “hmmmhn!” His voice was muffled by your hand.

“Baby, gonna cum?” You tease as your hand strokes him a little faster. He nods his head and humps your hand a little bit as he gets closer and closer, you then pull away just as he’s about to cum. “H-Huh??” He’s all whiny and pouting when you move your hands “only clean boys are allowed to cum, clean yourself smelly” you tease him.

c! Punz

- He asked you if you wanted to come shower with him, you had already known the sexual consequences of accepting his offer and you had accepted. Punz had bad intentions with you, he walked into the bathroom and started to strip himself immediately whilst you stood there and watched him "Aren't you gonna undress?" he glanced towards you "oh uh.. Yeah!" you gulped and took your clothes off.

- You got into the shower with him and he started to rinse himself off under the water "Aren't you gonna come here and get wet?" his words even sounded lewd, you shyly made your way over and got under the water. The water ran down your bodies "The water isn't on you properly, get closer like this" he pulls you in so now you two are basically entwined. Your crotch is brushing up against his and you're questioning how he isn't hard yet, you start to slowly grind up on him and you hope that he doesn't notice.

"Look at you being a whore, trying to get off when I was just trying to have a nice shower with you?" He teased, his hand reaching down to toy with your little hole. You whined against his slightly touches "ah.. Please fuck me.." you pawed at his body and he stood there nonchalantly. "You think you deserve it? I was just trying to shower and you started touching me" Punz teased you and crossed his arms.

You nodded desperately “fine, but you have to clean me up!” Punz pretends as if this wasn’t what he had planned, his cock was already hard from the moment he entered the bathroom. You bent over and allowed him to thrust his huge dick inside of you, you gasped and moaned out in pleasure as he was already going rough.

Punz dug his hands into your hip as his balls slapped your ass, his thrusting was making your legs hurt and your stomach bulge. You held onto your tummy and covered your mouth as you felt yourself already about to cum, you warned Punz by tapping the wall “g-hnnn..” your legs shook and you almost fell over when you had came.

c! Eret

- Eret joined you in the shower, her hands washing your hair carefully which made you go into a more blissful mood. You crooked your head back as she gently tugged, you moaned softly when he pulled on your hair by accident "sorry!" you shut your mouth and hoped he wouldn't tease you over that. "Did I hurt you??" Eret asked with a bit of a teasing undertone "N- no, that didn't hurt-" you began to say "Oh, so it felt good?" Eret smirked, you lowered your head and didn't answer.

Eret pulled on your hair again which made you let out a high pitched squeal "Ah!" it sounded almost pornographic, Eret chuckled lightly "I was just trying to wash your hair and here you are making my cock all hard" they showed off their hardened penis. You gulped nervously as you took in his length "shit" you thought to yourself "I'm sorry, please be gentle with me!" you pleaded "You say that as if I'm not normally gentle with you" Eret laughs.

Eret's hands squeeze your hips for a moment before lifting one of your legs up, she then slid their penis inside of your hole "Ah! Fuck!" you howled in pleasure "Does it feel good, baby?" Eret thrusted harshly inside of you. You nod your head as you're trying to keep your noises down "Why don't you speak up?" Eret teased as he started to thrust harder "Ah! F- Fuck! Eret! Eret! Eret!" you put your hands on the wall so that you wouldn't slip, you bit down on your lip as you found it harder to stay quiet.

"FUCK! I'm CUMMING!" you couldn't conceal your screams of pleasure as you came all over their cock, your hole clenched around him and she ended up coming just after you.

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#mcyt x reader smut #mcyt headcanons #mcyt x reader #mcyt smut #dream smp smut #dsmp smut

[rinhoes]

﹙satoru gojo x black!fem reader﹚

y/n and satoru gojo are in an arranged marriage, y/n feels neglected and gojo comes home with her on his mind.

warnings: somewhat toxic gojo, SMUT, unprotected sex, slight anal play (f!receiving), overstimulation, & gojo's breeding kink.

Y/N absentmindedly stared at the white ceiling in the bedroom she and Gojo shared. She was alone—as usual. Gojo was out and about, probably on a mission with his students or out entertaining some woman. As she looked up at the blank wall, she wondered why Gojo would even agree to the marriage in the first place. It was beyond her. She couldn’t formulate a reason, especially when he was barely around. There were times Gojo when would come in, with a Miss Dior knock-off radiating off his silk shirts. In the rear moments, they were together in one room. She barely spoke to him—standing on the complete opposite of the living room—Y/N would steal slight glances at Gojo. But she couldn’t feel him out.

A sigh left her plump brown lips as she made her way out of their large bathroom. When her parents told her that she would be marrying Satoru Gojo, she felt a pit form in her stomach. With her family being a powerful Black sorcerer family and Y/N, herself, possessing the most powerful cursed technique in her family, she was almost destined to marry him or Naoya Zenin. Running hot water in the clawfoot tub, Y/N dropped one of her favorite bath bombs, which happened to be a wedding gift from Nanami—he was sweet to her, and the most sympathetic.

The smell of vanilla and tonka bean filled the spacious bathroom as she dipped into the steaming hot bath. A moan escaped her mouth once she was entirely in the water, “Y/N just go see another man.” Her best friends would say matter-of-factly when they spoke on the phone. She considered it many times, but somehow it never fell through. The guys she was supposed to meet with either suddenly canceled last minute or simply ghosted her, disappearing without a trace.

“Oh, you’re in here.” His voice startled her, “I was looking for you.” He continued while unbuttoning his light blue shirt. She eyed him intensely, her brown eyes burning into him as he peeled his pants off. Catching on to her worrisome gaze, Gojo chuckled, “What’s wrong?”

Y/N scoffed. He acted as if this was normal behavior, “What are you doing. Satoru?” A smirk formed on his lips when he heard his name roll off her tongue.

“What? I can’t bathe with my wife?”

My wife….She hated how it sounded coming from him. “I’m not your wife—just someone you happen to be married to.” She rolled her eyes before turning away from his now naked figure. “Don’t be a dick, Satoru.”

Soon she felt Gojo pushing his warm against her back, “Of course you’re my wife, don’t be like that.” He teased as he ran his soft hands over her brown skin.

“I’ve never met someone who lies as much as you do.” Y/N scoffed. Gojo let a playful chuckle as his hands traveled around her body. His fingers caressed her perky nipples as he bought her body closer to his. His growing erection pressed against her back. “Oh, what happened? You couldn’t find someone else to fuck?”

“Why would I? When I have such a needy wife here?” Gojo teased before pressing a kiss on her tender shoulder. “All those men you’ve been meeting with?—well—supposed too. They could have never satisfied you like I would.” Y/N felt her heart thumping against the cage of her chest. His voice was almost menacing.

“How? Gojo what did you do to them?” Y/N head snapped in his direction. His blue eyes were damn near looking into her soul.

“I got rid of them, I can’t have strange men randomly meeting with my wife.” His long fingers made their way to his wife’s aching cunt. “I promise you baby—once I taste this pussy. You’ll never call anyone else.”

“I-I w-wish that meant the same for you.” She retorted, trying her hardest to bite back the moans Gojo was causing. His long fingers toyed with her clit while his soft lips connected with her warm neck, “S-Satoru, please.” Y/N cooed as her thighs clenched.

“Don’t be shy honey, I wanna hear you. Just like how you moan when you’re in here playing this pretty pussy. I wanna hear that.” Gojo teased before sliding his slender fingers into her tight hole.

Arching her back off his wet chest, Y/N let out the sweetest moan he’d ever heard. “Please Gojo—please fuck me.”

His slow drags and the gentle circles over her clit made Y/N rock against his fingers, his slender digits hitting her spot continuously, “Gosh I wish I could eat your pussy right now.” She gripped Gojo’s wrist tightly as she threw the back of her against his shoulder. Soft mewls filled Gojo’s ear as she rolled her hips against his fingers. His hands were so experienced compared to the men she’d been with before. He bought something out of her no man could. Heat started to rise in Y/N’s body, making the hot water almost unbearable; her fingers gripped the rim of the tub, with Gojo curling his fingers just right. The way he massaged that sensitive patch of nerves made Y/N’s leg shake violently.

“Gojo please—I’m gonna—” Y/N whined. Her pussy spasmed around his long finger as he worked her orgasm out of her. Running his fingers from her swollen pussy lips to her plump bottom lip, her slick mixed with the soapy vanilla scented bubble bath lingered on her bottom lip.

“Bend over baby, I want you now.” Gojo grunted as he lifted her to her knees. Her chin gently tapped the head of the bronze vintage faucet, Gojo would never admit that he bought this tub just for her. Unable to resist, Gojo pressed a tender kiss into her wet clit. Immediately Y/N arches her back at the sensation, “Gosh, you’re so needy. I bet it’s been so long since you’ve been fucked.”

With one hand squeezing the flesh of her ass, Gojo slowly lined himself with her soaking entrance. “Oh, fuck Satoru—please.” She whined as she backed herself onto his curved dick. On the few occasions she’d seen Gojo’s dick, she could never get it out of her head; it was beautiful. About seven or so inches with the perfect girth that curved upright (surely that would be a treat), a slight mushroom tip that's a beautiful light pink color. And a small patch of pubes adorning the top of his thick member. The way he stretched her pussy sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re so perfect Gojo” Her sweet cries made his chest swell, and his head full of her sobs.

Gojo dragged his perfect dick against her gummy walls at a steady pace, his heavy balls continuously slapping against her swollen bud, her pussy juices leaking onto his cock and dripping into the bathwater below. Her pussy spasmed around his length as he pushed deeper into her, each stroke sending her over the rim of the tub. Bathwater splashed from behind her and onto the tiled floor. “Satoru, please. ‘s too much.” She sobbed causing Gojo to let out a light chuckle.

“Aww, it's too much for my poor wife? Maybe she should—hmm fuck y-es— have thought about that,” By now the top of half of her body was bent over the edge of the tub, her hands balled into a tight fist against the cold floor as Gojo maintained his deep and hard strokes. “This pussy belongs to me baby girl.”

Her silk press was definitely going to fucked up after this. Sounds of Y/N's sweet moans and soaking cunt filled the bathroom. Bringing his skilled fingers to her convulsing pussy, Gojo pressed hard circles into her clit. Her legs shaking violently against his strong thighs, “There you go honey, cum on this dick.” Gojo groaned deeply as he threw in his back, “this dick’s all ours baby.” Y/N could barely mutter a scream as she came hard on Gojo’s length, her pussy squirting onto his thighs.

Her babbles about how it was too much went ignored as he continued to toy with her clit. As if that wasn’t enough, Gojo slid his thumb into her puckered hole. “Oh! Satoru, p-please. that’s —” Gojo’s movement grew sloppier as he felt his orgasm building up.

“Fuck honey, your pussy is perfect, I can’t wai—” A throaty moan cut off anything else Gojo could say. His hot seed filled up her pussy as buried himself deeper with the tip of his cock kissing her cervix. Surely a baby would be next for them, Gojo hoped; the idea of seeing Y/N pregnant with his kid made his heart flutter. With chest flushed against her back, Gojo pressed sweet and soft kisses down her neck and shoulders.

“Such a sweet wife.” He remarks breathlessly.

gojo brainrot got me 🥴 morning yall

#gojo x black reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujustu kaisen smut #gojo smut #black reader #❝ — leah's fics #💟 :: queued post #jjk

[karmic-toast]

When you take a shower with them

Characters used: Childe, Zhongli, and Xiao

Tw: Akwardness..., suggestive?, 13+

Childe

Childe has always given his siblings baths, so it wasn't his first time seeing somebody naked. But when it came to you... well that made him pretty nervous. After awkwardly stripping your clothes off, you dip one foot into the bath tub. Averting your eyes trying not to stare at anywhere inappropriate, you chose to look at his eyes. You blush furiously as you realize he was staring at somewhere 'private'.

"Tartaglia!"

Childe blinks once and when he realize what he did, he apologizes and looks away.

When you both get comfy in the tub, he starts by washing your hair.

The exact way he'll do with his siblings.

The bath was full of bubbles now, so Childe decided to make use of it.

He bunches up the bubbles and carefully places it onto his chin.

"Hohoho I'm Santa, I'll grant you three wishes."

You giggle.

"Childe, It's not Christmas yet. And Santa gives presents, the genie in the lamp grants wishes."

You had taught the harbinger what your life on Earth was like.

"Oh really? Well then I'm both."

The rest of the time you both make different accessories with the bubbles.

Zhongli

He seemed to be feeling down.

"What's wrong?" you ask Zhongli while you bathe yourself.

"Nothing my love." Zhongli answers blankly.

Sighing, you lean forward to give him a hug.

"You can tell me anything you know. I'll always be there to help you out."

"I appreciate your concern but... I doubt you can help with this problem."

"C'mon, I've saved Mondstadt from a dragon, Liyue from a flooding, and stopped the vision hunt decree. Surely I can help you with-"

Zhongli places one finger on your lip making you stop talking.

"I know darling, but don't worry. I feel better already."

You knew that wasn't the truth but you also knew that Zhongli didn't want to talk about it.

Laying your head on Zhongli's chest you both enjoy your bath time.

Xiao

Xiao doesn't usually take showers.

And if he does it would be him walking around in the rain.

It had been that way for as long as he could remember.

But, the consequences for not taking a proper shower eventually caught up to him.

"Xiao when was the last time you took a shower?" you ask afraid of the answer.

"Umm maybe last week?" he answers.

You had to give Xiao a shower, no a bath.

You drag him over to your house so he could use your bath tub.

"Here."

You handed him a bar of soap.

Xiao eyes it in his hand.

"I haven't seen this mortal tool in years."

You sigh.

"Let me show you how to use it." "W-what?!" Xiao stammers.

You take the bar of soap and made a rubbing motion.

"You scrub the soap on your skin, and rinse with water."

You take a look at Xiao to see his face bright red. Did he really think that-.

"Xiao, you get flustered too easily."

Later that day Xiao came out of the bath, sparkling and fresh.

Now you can safely give him lots of hugs.

#xiao #zhongli #childe #y/n #genshinimpact #genshin impact #childe x reader #tartagalia x reader #ajax x reader #alatus #morax #rex lapis

[eternally-writing]

hot in here | jjk

genre: smut

rating: R (18+ ONLY, minors dni!!)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (practice safe sex!), creampie, dirty talk, kinda public sex, the reader is a brat for 0.5 seconds, kinda dom!jk, light spanking, sex in a hot tub, use of hot tub water jets sexually

synopsis: A night in the hot tub with Jungkook gets steamy, to say the least.

banner by me!

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You and Jungkook had been teasing each other all day long. First it was your bathing suit strap magically falling off your shoulder while you were tanning in the morning sun. Then it was Jungkook doing some new strength training workout that looked very suggestive and required too much endurance that he just had to take his shirt off. It fleeted into suggestive lingering touches here and there, and it was no secret that by now your body was basically on fire, begging to be touched by Jungkook.

It was your friend group’s yearly trip to Seokjin’s beachside summer home and given that it was the first time you and Jungkook would be attending as a couple, he had promised that he would make this trip “memorable”, whatever that meant. Little did you know, you were about to find out.

—♡—

“We’re heading in for the night, have fun you two.”

With Jimin and Taehyung heading out of the hot tub, it left you and Jungkook some very precious and warranted alone time. The way that moonlight was shining down on you two seem to be beckoning you two closer to each other, but the sexual tension that had built up between the two of you over the day seemed to keep either of you from making the first move.

“Are you wet for me, kitten?” Whispered Jungkook from across the hot tub.

The obvious answer to that question was yes (you’d been wet since Jungkook first peeled off his shirt when he went for an outdoor run in the morning), but you felt like being a brat today.

“Of course I’m wet Kook, we’re in a hot tub,” you said sarcastically, lifting your arms out of the water to show the water dripping off of you, your expression basically saying duh to him.

Smirking, Jungkook rose from his position across from you in the hot tub and walked over. Looking at Jungkook’s figure towering over you, you were waiting for him to touch you. The way that his gaze bore into you made it feel as though you were already naked.

Instead, Jungkook pressed his knee in between yours, pushing your legs apart until his knee was flush against your clothed pussy. You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your lips. He could feel your core pulsing against his knee, demonstrating your excitement at the situation.

Jungkook leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll ask you again baby. Are you wet for me?”

Desperate to be touched, you couldn’t keep neglecting your needs any longer and began to nod your head feverishly, giving into exactly what Jungkook wanted.

The minute your head nodded up and down, Jungkook pounced on you. Grabbing your chin in his hold, he smashed his lips against yours, itching to feel you close to him. As your lips moved in perfect synchrony, you could feel exactly how excited Jungkook was, as his cock was hard as a rock against your body.

Kissing his way down your neck, Jungkook made sure to savor every inch of exposed skin. The steam coming from the hot tub rose to create a delicate sheen on your body, making you look like a goddess who emerged from the sea. Jungkook took his time as he pressed hickeys into your neck, wanting to make sure that you knew that you were truly his. In that moment, Jungkook was an artist, and you were the most beautiful canvas he had ever painted on.

Without alerting you, Jungkook managed to sneak one hand under the water to cup your sex, replacing where his knee had been just minutes earlier. You gasped in response, and couldn’t help but slightly grind against his palm.

Jungkook chuckled at the sight.

“So needy babygirl. My baby will fuck herself on anything won’t she?”

You whimpered, overcome with need and a desire for anything to help you reach your orgasm. Jungkook made sure to make eye contact with you, and asked one more time. You even verbalized your response, essentially moaning out how desperate you were to get off and how you do anything to get there.

Quickly taking control, Jungkook pulled you up to standing in the hot tub, turning you around so your back was flush against his chest. He took his broad palms and used them to spread your legs open again.

“Ready baby?” He whispered with his mouth perched by your ear, just far enough that you were left yearning for the feeling of his breath on you.

What happened next seemed to happen in a blur, and before you knew it the jets in the hot tub turned on, and one was firing right onto your clit. (You would find out the next day that in true Jungkook fashion, he spent 20 minutes earlier that day trying to figure out the most sexy way he could turn on the jets).

You instantly became a moaning mess in your boyfriend’s arms, and you were eternally grateful that he was there to hold you up as your legs turned to putty beneath you.

“Ah -, oh fuckkkk”

Jungkook pressed a kiss under your ear and held you tighter against him. You could now feel his cock pressing into you, and the friction you were receiving on both sides was making you lose control. He took one hand to undo your bikini top, allowing your breasts to be exposed to the environment and also giving Jungkook full access to groping them. He rolled your nipples in his fingers, pinching them ever so slightly now and then to make you squirm.

“Do you like this baby? You look so fucked out right now and I love it .”

And he was right, if an innocent bystander (or more likely, your friends) even saw you like this, they would see you as a red-faced, panting, moaning mess in Jungkook’s hold. Even without Jungkook even laying a finger on your pussy, you were completely submissive to him and his ministrations.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, and Jungkook could feel it too. He moved his attention away from your nipples and instead brought a hand to your pussy, giving it a slap that had you quaking in his hold. He then inserted a finger into you, making sure the water was still hitting your clit and providing you extraordinary levels of pleasure.

“Cum for me babe, cum all over my fingers.”

Like a genie granting wishes, at Jungkook’s command you felt your orgasm overtake you. You felt your body tingle in Jungkook’s hold as he let you ride out your high on his fingers.

“Do you want my fat cock to destroy you, don’t you babygirl? Is that why you’ve been teasing me all day?”

Pressing a finger to your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm, you moaned in response. Even though you were still recovering from your orgasm, you wanted to feel your boyfriend inside you - knowing his cock was rock hard and probably leaking in his shorts mere inches from you made you want to moan instantly.

“Please kook,” you panted, “w-, ah, want your cock.” You grasped at his swim shorts while your brain was still clouded with your post-orgasm haze, hoping to reach his cock.

As you saw him reach to pull his cock out of his shorts, you bent over, ready for Jungkook to thrust his cock into you. However instead you felt him flip you over, pulling you so you are chest to chest.

In a moment of softness, Jungkook took one hand to caress your face, treasuring the way you looked at him.

He whispered, as if he was worried someone could possibly overhear you over the sound of the bubbles - he spoke as if he wanted this moment to be shared just for the two of you.

“Needed to see you while I destroyed that pussy. Look at me baby.”

Taking one hand to run the length of Jungkook’s toned body, taking in the way he shined under the moonlight. You couldn’t help but gasp as you saw the look in his eyes - they were filled with passion, desire, hunger, and so much more.

The moment the tip of Jungkook’s cock entered you, you both shared a collective gasp. Despite the numerous times that you and Jungkook had fucked, there was always something special about the way it felt to have him buried into you. He slid into you at a torturously slow rate, wanting to make sure you could feel every inch of his dick enter you. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat at every inch, and you were mirroring his actions.

Jungkook wanted you even closer to you, and hoisted you off the hot tub seat into his hold, making sure your chests were flush against each other. You couldn’t help but press a passionate kiss to his lips, wanting to savour this intimate moment.

Without hesitation Jungkook began to drill himself into you, pounding into you at a relentless pace. Overcome with pleasure, you barely could keep your head up and instead laid it in the crook of Jungkook’s neck. Your moans were so loud that you were sure the neighbors could probably hear, but Jungkook was fucking into you so well that your brain felt foggy.

“F-feels so good Kook. Sooooo good,” you moaned out to him. Unconsciously, you clenched around him, eliciting a sinful groan from your boyfriend.

“You feel so good around my baby, clenching around my cock so well like the good girl you are.” He lightly bit your earlobe, increasing your pleasure.

He punctuated his words with every thrust as he continued to whisper dirty, sinful, sweet nothings in your ear. “My good fucking girl. Mmmm. So fucking sexy.”

For the second time that night, you felt the knot in your stomach tighten at your climax approaching.

Jungkook did not let up on his face, pounding into you while grabbing a fistful of your ass in his hands. He could tell you were close too and he wanted to help you reach your orgasm.

“Are you gonna come for me babygirl?”

You couldn’t make any coherent noises and instead nodded your head. Without faltering, Jungkook scooped you up into another kiss and snuck a hand down to your clit again.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for me.”

The way your pussy clenched around Jungkook’s cock when you came had Jungkook losing his mind, and with a few deep thrusts, he buried himself deep into you as he released his load inside you. Despite being surrounded by hot water, you could feel the warmth of Jungkook’s cum in your body.

He always liked to take his time before he pulled out, just wanting to savor the glorious post-sex feeling that he always had with you. He gently stroked the hair out of your face, cupping your face gently as he pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead. Making sure you were steadily placed on the seating of the hot tub before letting go, Jungkook slowly pulled out (eliciting a groan from both of you in response at the loss of sensation) and took his spot beside you in the hot tub.

As you both came down from your highs, breathless and rosy-cheeked, Jungkook took a glance at the now cloudy water in the hot tub and chuckled.

“So… who’s gonna be the one to tell Jin that his hot tub water is now mixed with cum?”

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[bloodycassian]

Hot Spring

Fem!Reader x Cassian smut - the long awaited hot spring fic. N S F W

Three days of flying. Three days of frozen wasteland wind on your wings. Your body ached. It didn't bother to shiver anymore. Cassian was coasting lower and lower, his feet nicking the tips of trees before he lifted himself back up. You could tell his wings were stiff too.  "Break." You called weakly, your shoulders were pulling inwards. It was well past time for a stop. "Thank the Mother." You heard him mutter ahead. You smiled. He hated being to first to call for break. You could tell you were drawing closer to the Middle each day, but you had opted to take a wide berth around the mountain. It added a day to the trip. A day of pelting ice against your sore body and wings.  "I'll get some wood." He said once you landed. He flared his wings out, groaning at the strain. You watched the massive arches of them fold back in slowly, and felt the relief of it second hand. His face was blissful when he opened his eyes. He grinned tiredly and headed to the forest to collect branches. You couldn't ignore the way that groan ignited a bit of heat between your legs. You were grateful he left before he could scent it on you. You tried gathering as many small dry sticks and tinder as you could. After the storm that had hit, it was difficult. You dusted off your hands on your pants and sighed, not bothering to make a fire pit. It would likely not be happening with such damp timber.  His yell made you jolt upright. "Cass?" You called. Your voice seemed muffled against the trees. Too quiet, too alone. Your heart stuttered with the adrenaline kicking in. No response from him. You started to run, tearing through ferns and branches as you went. Some vines cut your palms but you kept calling for him. "Cass!?" He was grinning when you found him. Stupidly, gleefully grinning. "What the hell Cass?" You breathed, your body aching. The run was exhausting. You legs strained to keep you up after jumping over so many obstacles. He began pulling off his tunic, to which you cleared your throat, trying to excuse yourself to look away. Embarassment stained your cheeks. "Dont be shy, come on." He waved you over, noting the way he took off his pants like he was ready to fu-You cut off the thought before it could spawn more wicked ones. You squinted over his shoulder, following his finger. Then you burst into chaotic laughter.  He was fully naked by the time he reached the steaming pool of water. A sight that you wished you could save in your memory forever. His tanned muscled body moving so gently to ease into the water. You followed him in with ease, the rushing heat in your veins from the sight of him making it much easier to undress with him there. You were again grateful for the distance between you. You prayed he didnt catch a whiff of your pheromones before you entered the water. You wanted to keep it strictly professional with him, despite the attraction you felt there. Besides that, he acted plainly uninterested daily.  You did catch the slight color change of his cheeks when you dipped into the spring though. + The hot spring was steaming against the cold air. Snow melted a few feet above the heat rising. The murky water was just big enough to fit you and Cassian fully, wings out. Soaking them was a relief enough to make you groan when you stepped in. Cassian had done the same, flexing his wings out and sighing once fully submerged.   It was a comfortable space... or it would have been, if you were clothed. Your leg bumped his and you felt embarrassment and anxiety race to your cheeks. You looked to the snow covered trees around you, avoiding eye contact. Avoiding acknowledging that you were both within feet of each other, naked.  Thankfully, the storm seemed to break after a few minutes in the hot spring. The winds no longer whipped at your exposed skin, and birds began singing in the trees far in the distance. The skies were dark still, a looming threat of more ice or rain.  "We need to leave first thing in the morning." Cassian sighed, wiping water from his face. He splashed some on his neck. Making his tanned skin gleam in the overcast light coming through. You swallowed hard, trying not to stare at him. At his exposed skin or the biceps that flexed while he massaged his shoulders. "We dont need to talk about that right now." You dismissed, sinking further down in the water. His leg bumped yours again and you tried your best to ignore it. The water rippled around your hands when you lifted them to your hair, rinsing it without getting it fully soaked.  "You're gonna freeze when we get out of here." He laughed, making the water ripple. You didnt care, the water felt better than anything you'd ever experienced. Your hair could fall off for all you cared. Your wings sung in approval at the heat soaking into them. Your bones felt finally at ease. You must have made a sound of approval, because Cassian cleared his throat and looked away nervously. "What's the matter General?" You laughed, giddy on the feeling of warmth again. "Afraid of-" He cut you off with a dark stare before you could continue.  "Afraid of you attracting some wild male beast to us? A bit yes." He adjusted his legs again and you didnt miss the way he seemed to turn his lower half away from you. You smiled wickedly. His cheeks went red. "And you're not a wild male beast?" You asked, voice low. Maybe it was the water, but warmth not only surrounded you but was creeping between your legs even more than before. You could feel him staring at you, could feel the heat that seemed to bore into you with his eyes. Your eyes locked with his and his flared, only slightly. Wings tucked in, and he straightened himself in the hot bath. His nipples hardened in the cold air.  "Is that what you think of me?" His voice was deeper, it rumbled down your spine in a way that made your toes curl.  You dared not answer, that wicked grin on his face made you want to challenge him. "What if I did?"  That was all he needed. He stood, the water steaming off him in the cold. The water barely covered his hipbones, and you tried your hardest not to glance any further down. "I guess I'd just have to prove it to you." He came close to you, and leaned down. Close enough you could feel his warm breath against your cold cheek. Your skin flushed. Then he shook his damp hair out right there. Splashing you with cold droplets. You shielded yourself and glared. When he straightened and tilted his head back to laugh you rose, caught his hair in a hand and yanked his head back. You didnt think about what you were exposing until his hands were on your hips. Balancing you together. your gaze flew to his throat, how it bobbed when before he spoke. You could barely hear him over your heart pounding in your ears. His thumbs dug into you slightly, squeezing in such a gentle delicate way. "I'd say you might like this. Having control." His eyes were dark, and the slight color in his cheeks made your breath almost knock out of you at the words. "And what if I do?" "Then I'd say do whatever. You cant break me." You loosened your grip in his hair and he posed over you, hovering. Waiting to strike. Waiting for your approval to do so. You traced a finger from his chin, down his neck, to his perfectly sculpted chest and abs... Then lower. You didn't touch his hardness, not yet. You teased, tracing your fingers around his most sensitive areas. Around his thighs under the water, the soft curve of his ass. He hissed at the lack of touch. You pressed closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.  He stuck. In a frenzy he took your chin and angled your lips to him. His tongue entered your mouth in a slow, delicate way that did not match how his body moved. He wrapped his arms around you and hauled you up, out of the pool with ease. His growl of approval when you pulled on his hair again sent flutters down your stomach.  He brought you to a nearby cave, ducking under thick shrubbery that covered the entrance. He never stopped kissing you. It was surprisingly warm inside, and the bag he had carried lay beside a few rocks set up for a fire. "I thought you were looking for firewood, not a place to stay." You scolded between his soft lips meeting yours.  "I figured you'd appreciate this more." He breathed a shaky laugh and set you down, guiding you gently to the floor. He practically drooled at the sight of you splayed before him, and his hands traced your thighs with surprising delicacy that you were beginning to expect of him. "I'll show you what a wild male can do." He purred, then began kissing down your stomach. He lapped a tongue over your hipbones, one lick over each side. His cock twitched at the reaction he earned from you.  Gods he didnt know how much he really wanted you until this finally happened. He didnt think just being naked with you would make him so needy. It was a struggle not to take you then and there, but he wanted to enjoy the sensations. He wanted to make your time alone last. He wanted to make you scream and beg on his tongue. He wanted this potential one time opportunity be worth it. He pinched one of your nipples, rolling it in his fingers. You let you a soft moan, and he cursed. "Cassian-" You breathed when his other hand slid between your legs. He cupped you, his fingers playing softly with the folds of your wetness. "Fuck baby-" He sighed, trying to ignore the aching of his cock.  His thick fingers teased your entrance. You ground down on him, begging for any sort of friction. The heat your pussy throbbed with was begging for anything he could give. "So impatient." He tisked, but finally relented. He pushed a finger inside you, curling it ever so slightly. "Mother above... you're so tight." He palmed his cock, spreading the precum over his length.

His dark hair tickled your belly when he lowered his lips to you, circling over your clit. You bucked into him, begging for more. He flattened it against you, testing, teasing. All the ways he wanted to play with you, and he didnt have the time. The patience to do it. He cursed the Cauldron and the Mother herself for such an unfortunately timed opportunity. He lapped at you finally, in rhythm with his pulsing finger. 

You could have screamed, you could have begged for more and more and more to be inside you. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction so early. You eyed his cock, and reached for it. Before you could grasp his thick length though, He hauled you upward. lifting your bottom half off the ground and pulled you to his mouth, drinking you in so deeply that he hoped the taste of you would never leave his tongue. 

Your hips bucked into him, and his finger pulled out gently. He held you to him, his tongue darting inside your pussy and lapping at it. He hummed in approval, like a starving male. "I'm going to-" You panted, feeling yourself get closer and closer to coming with each passing of his tongue over you. Then he stopped. Abruptly, as if he knew how close you were and wanted to really make you burn. Your broken sigh of displeasure was quickly cut off by his tongue entering your mouth, spreading your own juices on you. It was sloppy, and fast. He laid down and pulled you over him. 

Straddling his hips, you drug your nails down his chest in a long slow line. He smiled wickedly, and his hands palmed your ass. "Do whatever you want, baby. I'll take care of you." He promised. You hummed in approval and pushed back against his cock, teasing his head at your entrance. "Mother above..." He sighed, feeling the heat there. Your core coiled, begging to take him right there. But you wanted to torture him as he had done to you. 

You slid down, and lowered your mouth to his tip. His scent mixed with yours in the filthiest of ways, and it made you go into a frenzy of heat. Burning more than before, you took his cock in your mouth in one go. You let his spit mixed with yours slide down his cock, and palmed his balls. He panted, and his ass tensed, trying to push deeper into your mouth. You held him down, and pulled up from his length enough to catch his eyes. "Fuck-" he moaned, and his head landed back on the stone under you. A spurt of precome slicked his tip, and you hummed around him. 

"Get up." He pulled at your hair, his hands flying to your hips and placing you perfectly over his cock. "I need you." He said, voice a gravely tone. You smiled, enjoying the words and the sight of him so flustered. You couldn't deny you were on the verge of breaking down too. 

"What do you say?" You said, lowering on to him ever so slowly. He sucked in a sharp breath and groaned when you stopped halfway down his incredible length. "Please-" He begged. "Please fuck me. Please. I need you." The words made you melt fully. And you seated yourself on him, like a lock sliding into place. He filled you so perfectly so right. It made your head spin with pleasure. You rode him, slowly at first, adjusting to his size. Then, hard and fast and held yourself up for him to fuck into you. Mutters of dirty words and promises of more more more had you panting. He sucked on your chest, leaving a dark mark on your collarbone.  "You're going to kill me." He sighed, gripping your hips tighter. He flipped your bodies, gently guiding you below him. The cold stone against your back brought goosebumps to your arms. His thumb circled your clit as he slid slowly, in and out of you. Adjusting again to the new position.  You could feel your mixed wetness coating your ass, and sliding on the smooth cave floor. You'd never been so wet in your life. You writhed with pleasure below him, angling your hips so he could hit that sensitive spot over and over again. He started thrusting faster, hissing when your nails sliced down his back. He grunted, feeling you tighten around him. You knew you wouldn't last with him fucking you like that. You placed a hand on his chest, and he slowed. "I'm going to come if you keep-" He shook his head and smiled "Come with me baby, I'm close too." He started at the previous pace again, but this time he lifted your hips, angling even deeper inside you.  You could have blacked out with the pleasure of it. The immense feeling of your climax roaring to life. He could feel it too, the way your insides tightened with each brush over your gspot. And it only got him closer. His cock ached, his balls ready to release. But he waited, he wanted to feel you coming on his cock. He watched your eyes flutter and pinch closed, the way your red lips formed a perfect oval. And then the crashing of your orgasam squeezing him. He couldn't hear himself with the roaring in his ears, but he knew he was loud was loud. His head tilted back, and he let himself go.

You came, hard. You walls clenching around him so he couldnt stop even if he wanted to. He spilled inside you, the tension in his belly finally releasing and spurting inside your heat. You milked him for all he had, and even after he was spent and shaking with his release he still slowly slid in and out of you. He rested his shaking hands on either side of your head, giving you a weak smile.  Then, the breath was stolen from him. His eyes met yours and you froze. It was cataclysmic. Like a mountain crumbling in front of you, you could not look away. His eyes shone, wide and bright at his newfound perspective. "I-" He stammered, and his shaking worsened. 

You didnt know what to do. Your hands shook as well when you took his face and brought him down to kiss you. The golden light of the newfound bond shimmered in your mind. 

"My mate-" You finally made the words come out, astonishment disappearing. What replaced it was utter joy. Complete happiness that made your previous experiences with joy seem like stone faced indifference. The feeling of love poured from you so heavily it dwarfed the fear, the paranoia, the sadness over it possibly being over with him. Because it would never be over. You would always be destined together, linked on a cosmic level. Even if it didnt work out, that didn't change he was your mate.

"It makes so much more sense now." He laughed, his trembling fingers pushing hair out of your face. "That's why I could never stay away. I thought I was being a creep." 

You laughed. "A mate is creepy enough. But I'm glad its just you." You pushed his hair back, and pulled him down to lay on you. You fell asleep like that, for a long while. curled around each other in the cave filled with the warmth from your bodies.

#cassian x reader #acotar fic #smut #cassian

[mehphoobia]

TRIPLE TROUBLE

Pairing- Tom Holland(x3) x Reader

Warnings- Language, extreme smut (I think most of it is just smut 😅), extreme cuteness.

Summary- Who knew moving into a new apartment would be so much fun if you have triplets as your neighbors. How much trouble can Peter, Tom and Arvin cause? only a lot...

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS OPEN |

PART 2

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There you were standing below a building in front of the entrance with the truck that carried your stuff on your left and surrounded by utter commotion. Why were you here again? Oh yes, you had to move out of your apartment because your godforsaken landlord, well ex-godforsaken landlord had to hike up the rent. You couldn't pay that much of an amount just for your rent to live in that matchbox of a place. Of course it had a nice view, office was closer but the world had to adjust and so did you.

"Miss we are done unloading!" grunted the man. You flinched because of his tone but then you realize you had to pay the man. After fetching a couple of bucks and paying the man, you started your journey to the fifth floor because the lift decided to sleep that day, the very day you had to move and who were your travel buddies? fourteen cartons. Why did you have so much luggage in the first place? you could literally contemplate your life's decision in the time you would have to waste carrying each one them, one by one to your apartment. "Fuck man!" you cursed as you kicked an imaginary rock to let out a bit of your frustration.

Where was your boyfriend when you needed him? oh how could you forget! He cheated on you. There you have it, your life. You stopped thinking as you picked one of your box, just then you heard a voice, "Do you need help?" that angel asked you and you would have cried. you looked at him and you were mesmerized with his curls and a jawline that could cut paper.

"Is it that evident?" you asked and he chuckled. "Are you new here?" he asked picking up one of the boxes. "Yes, my name is Y/N I moving in to 503" you informed as you picked one yourself. He looked at you wide eyed with ripples on his forehead. "Oh so you are the new neighbor. Hello there my name is Peter. W- I live in 502" he smiled as you both entered the building. The work got done easily with someone helping you out. The view from here was not that great, all you could see was your neighbor's balcony. Peter joked that this way you could meet each other every day.

Oh wasn't that guy an absolute sweetheart. If he had a little bit of attitude he would totally be your type. He left after wishing you a good night and flashing that beautiful smile of his, damn you could melt. After moving so many boxes and climbing up and down the stairs, tiredness captured you. You changed into your pajamas and finished the pizza that you had earlier ordered and slept on the couch. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, after all those boxes had to be unboxed.

You woke up to someone's washing machine's sound. You were pretty sure that washing machine was trying to run away because of low maintenance. You tried not to stumble over you unpacked luggage as you walked down your hallway tying your hair up in a bun.

Your scrunchie that was tugged onto teeth as you were getting your disheveled hair together fell to the ground. There was a girl sitting on top of the washing machine, naked and the guy was busy eating her out. You sprinted into your room as you saw the scene unfold in front of your eyes. You could feel your panties dampening because of her moans that were getting louder by the second. Luckily they took their show inside and you could finally breathe. Well, you didn't expect the view to be like that. Your neighbor with someone. Wait a minute, your neighbor, Peter?

"Wow" was all you could say before brushing your teeth and taking a bath. You never felt so ridiculously single before as you felt now. "fuck my life" was the mantra you kept chanting as you put on your shirt. "Idiot" you grunted as you realized that all your pants were packed and there was nothing you could put on below your shirt. Maybe except for the pencil skirt that somehow managed to escape and you had put it in your handbag as you found it at the last moment.

"Ah yes" you said grabbing the file which you were supposed to hand in today. You locked your door, double checked it and pressed the lift button.

As you were waiting for the lift, you heard Peter's door click open and the girl you saw today morning, yes the one sitting naked on the washing machine, made her way out. Her stumbling feet and incapability to even walk straight summarized her night. "Didn't she have a good time?" you thought to yourself and chuckled as she dared to take the stairs. Who takes the stairs when you have a perfectly fine lift?

"Good morning?" a very heavy voice said behind you. You turned behind to take a better look at him. "Good morning uh..Peter" you said obviously uncomfortable because he still smelt like sex.

"Oh yes me, Peter" he said laughing hysterically. You gulped as you stepped away from him. Sure you wanted him to have attitude but this is not what you expected. His cute little eyes were all hooded and spoke a different language today. As if you met someone else yesterday.

"Are you going up or down?" you asked in effort to change the topic as he walked closer towards you. "Going down kitten" he panted and smirked sheepishly. You could feel his breath as his hands checked you out. He smiled and started to walk away. He looked at you one last time before he locked his door. "Oh God" was all you could say as you clutched your shirt together. You would lie if you didn't feel aroused. Of course he was weird, hell, he was kind of a boy all mothers tell their daughters to be aware off. But this guy had a lot of surprises and were you gonna figure all of them out? Fuck yeah.

After handing over your file to your senior, you took the rest of the day off. On your way back to your apartment, you spotted a café. It was rustic and elegant and beautiful paintings hung on the wall. You stepped up to the cashier to place your order.

"Hi how may I help you?" gleamed the guy. Your smile disappeared when you looked at him. "Peter?" you questioned in confusion. "Peter?" he questioned back. "Uh we met today morning. Don't you remember? You helped me with the boxes too?" you explained. "Are you Y/N?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes" you replied in confusion. "Hi my name is T- Peter." he introduced himself. "yeah I know" you smiled embarrassingly. He noticed your expression and took a deep breath. "Miss Y/N why don't you have a seat? I think we need to talk." he spoke as if in an attempt to not mess things up.

You decided to sit down and talk to him. And you did. You realized he owned this café and a couple more around the city. His gentlemanly behavior was like a spell that enticed you. You could listen to him for hours. His honey glistened tone played their tricks on you.

"Why don't you come over for drinks tomorrow? We can spend a bit more time together" he suggested in a calm tone as he walked you towards your apartment. "Sure. Does 7 sound good?" you asked as you looked for your keys. "Perfect actually, we all will be home by then." "Great, I will see you tomorrow then" you said as you locked the door. What a strange guy? If someone would come and tell you that you saw three different versions of the same guy, you wouldn't be surprised.

You stood in pale pink dress that rested your hips and covered you till your mid thigs, that you hunted from your closet. You had spent the entire day unboxing and setting up your apartment. It was almost 7 and you were a bit tired but you would throw your away for the little get together you had with Peter.

Now standing outside their door clutching to the scented candle, you rang their bell. He opened the door and gestured you to come in. "In here" he said pointing towards a room that was co-joined with the balcony. As you were walking towards that room, you saw a photo frame. Your heart dropped. "Fucking triplets?" you murmured. "Hey kitten" "Hi Y/N" two voices spoke. You flinched at the sudden sound and they stood right behind you.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" you blurted out your question. You were no longer worried if you sounded rude. "All this time I thought I--you were lying to me?" you asked. "Y/N please listen" Peter spoke, the cute little one you had met for the first time.

You sat down, when they all started explaining themselves. First the other two introduced themselves. The guy near the lift was Arvin and the guy you had met at the café was Tom. Peter told you that he was the one who had started all this confusion because he fell for you at the first sight. He knew Erwin and Tom would like you too and how right he was.

"Peter couldn't control his excitement when he told us about you." Tom said caressing Peter's hair. All the anger somehow melted and turned into a genuine smile. Peter blushed when he saw you smiling, the same smile he fell in love with, they all did.

"Look I had a break up recently. He cheated on me and I might have a tough time adjusting to have another person in my life so soon and three of you together would be overwhelming so can we take it slow? like get to know each other first." you suggested to which Arvin sat down next to you.

"Take all the time you need kitten, we will be right here" he said as he stroked your hair. Soon he was joined by Tom, "1 month, spend one month with us and if its too much for you we will respect your decision." he said as he squatted down to your level. "Okay" you said after thinking about it for five minutes. Peter, baby walked to you and rested his head on shoulder as he sat next to you. Giggles filled the room as Tom cracked his bad jokes. Oh dear the three of them were walking trouble, triple trouble.

Now that you knew about their little secret, they took turns in spending time with you. Everyday Tom would drop you to your office and Arvin would pick you up. Peter would spend the weekends with you. Sometimes all the four of you went on a drive together. Peter would hold on to you as he clutched you from behind when you sat on the passenger seat.

1 month passed away like a jiffy taking away all the confusion and panic you had about being in a polyamories relationship and were you whipped for them. Of course you were.

It was a Sunday, exactly 1 month later, here you were sitting on the couch with all three of them. "So what do you think?" Tom asked you as he pulled you closer. "Do like us now?" Peter asked you with his puppy eyes. "I have always liked you but" you smiled as you continued, "I love you, all the three of you." you smiled with how fast Peter started crying after you finished. Arvin came close to you as he caressed your cheek.

Tom pulled you in for a kiss. His tender lips felt so soft on yours. You moaned into the kiss and he could easily slip his tongue in your mouth. Arvin dragged his lips on your neck, marking you as his, their's. Never breaking the kiss Tom dragged the zip of your dress exposing your black lace. "So pretty" Arvin moaned as he took notice of your exposed self.

You broke the kiss as your eyes landed on Peter. Tom and Arvin sensed you pulling away and looked at each other. "Peter is it too much for you? if you don't want-" "No" Peter's sudden confession stopped you midway.

"I want this, I do want you but I have never done it before." Peter confessed embarrassingly. You smiled as you pulled him close to you. "It's okay I will take care of you, don't you worry." As you pulled his pant's zip down exposing the dent that he was trying hide, Tom chuckled. Peter whimpered when you fetched his member out the confines and licked off the leaking precum. Tom slid your bra away and Arvin had his hands exploring your womanhood.

You licked a wide strip, leaving Peter withering above you. He clutched your hair when you suddenly made eye contact with him and pushed you down on his cock. His cock was girthy and long with made arousal drip from your pussy. Arvin was quick to spread your arousal, lubricating you. Tom had one of your nipple in his mouth as he lay below you.

Peter's girthy cock sat at the back of your throat leaving him in all moans. Suddenly Arvin pushed one of his digits in your leaking pussy. The sudden intrusion choked a moan out of you. The vibration of your moan had Peter's head falling back in pleasure. "You like that, kitten? You like my fingers in you?" you swallowed at Arvin's filthy words. "Do you want him to fuck you with his fingers, fuck you till you are shaking?" Tom said while rubbing your nipples together at the same time. Arvin rubbed your clit with his thumb as you bobbed you head up and down on Peter's cock.

"Such a good pussy, Tom" Arvin panted. "Vin' e-every time you talk like that, she s-swallows and it feels so fucking good." Peter said in between his moans. "Yeah? you like it when we talk dirty?" a sudden slap sent vibration throughout your pussy and you swallowed your moan. That was it for Peter, he came in your mouth and you could feel hot cum filling your throat.

You popped off of Peter's cock as Arvin pulled you backwards and kissed you. It was messy and rough and you loved it. "Do you want Tom to fuck you?" Arvin asked. On his cue Tom pulled out his cock and slid a condom on it and lined up at your entrance. "P-Please" you managed to say while Arvin continued to rub your clit. "Please what kitten?" he pushed you towards your edge. "Please fuck me" you moaned. "Fuck her Tom and don't cum till I say" Arvin commanded.

Peter took one your nipples in his mouth as he Arvin pushed through your velvety folds slowly allowing you to adjust. Arvin wasn't as girthy as Peter but he was longer than him. Tom bottomed out with a grunt, "so tight and wet. N-Not gonna last".

"P-Please m-move" you mumbled and it was enough for Tom to fetch out his cock completely and slam it in again. Soon he set a pace which had you writhing under him.

With Tom fucking you at a past that has you drifting to heaven and Arvin rubbing you clit vigorously with Peter sucking your nipples together was enough to send you over the edge. "Can I cum, Pplease?" you panted. "Not yet kitten" with that soon Arvin replaced his thumb with his tongue. "Come on kitten cream all over his cock. need you taste you." he said and it was enough for you to let go.

You had never cum this hard in your life. You could feel Tom's softening cock slip out of your pussy and Arvin was kind enough to clean all the mess with his tongue. The overstimulation was too much for you so you came second time that night.

All the three of you were staring at the ceiling, panting when you spoke, "Oh I am definitely into trouble".

"Triple Trouble" all of them spoke together.

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A/N- Hey guys, so this is just another fic in my draft. Tumblr is making me write all my fantasies and do I like it? I freaking love it.

I am thinking about posting a Sebastian Stan fic so if you have any requests please send them to me. I have been waiting to write a fic on him.

Oh ok on heavy request, HEAVY request there will be a part 2 of this fic..damn guys I received so many asks for this one 😂

for part 2 I didn't really plan anything it was just going to be a simple fic but look how that turned out to be?

if you have any specific plot for part 2 send me in your request i will definitely go through it..

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[hekateanwitchcraft]

An Introduction to Worshipping Medeia

As a Hellenic witch, the worship of Medeia is an important part of my practice. She was a witch and priestess of Hekate, possessing nearly unparalleled knowledge of magic and poisons. I wanted to write this post to give some background on who Medeia is, her role as a witch and a priestess, and how I have come to honor her in my practice.

Who is Medeia?

Parentage

Medeia (Μήδεια) is given mainly two parentages, either Aeetes, son of Helios, and Eidyia, daughter of Oceanus, or Hekate and Aeetes. Hesiod offers us a description of the first, writing:

“To the tireless Sun the renowned Oceanid Perseïs bore Circe and King Aeetes. Aeetes, son of the Sun who makes light for mortals, married by the gods’ design another daughter of Oceanus the unending river, fair-cheeked Idyia; and she bore him the trim-ankled Medea, surrendering in intimacy through golden Aphrodite” (Hesiod 31)

Alternatively, Diodorus names Hekate and Aeetes as her parents, explaining:

“Perses had a daughter, Hecate, and she excelled her father in her brazen lawlessness...She was a keen contriver of mixtures of deadly drugs [pharmaka], and she discovered the so-called aconite. She tested the powers of each drug by mixing it into the food given to strangers...After this she married Aeetes and gave birth to two daughters, Circe and Medea, and also a son Aigialeus” (qtd. in Ogden 78)

Either of these parentages could make sense, but I personally observe the first.

(Art: Medea by Frederick Sandys)

Medeia as the Witch Priestess of Hekate

One of Medeia’s most important roles in literature and myth is that she is a priestess of Hekate and a witch, being called “Medea of the many spells” (Apollonius of Rhodes 109). In most literature there is no way to separate these roles. 

She was extremely devoted to Hekate, Apollonius of Rhodes stating that “as a rule she did not spend her time at home, but was busy all day in the temple of Hecate, of whom she was priestess” (116). Euripides also writes that Medea says “I swear it by her, my mistress, whom most I honor and have chosen as partner, Hecate, who dwells in the recesses of my hearth” (Euripides 13). Clearly, the relationship between her and Hekate was very close, and it was said on occasion that she even learned magic from Hekate, Herself. Apollonius of Rhodes writes that “[t]here is a girl living in Aeetes’ palace whom the goddess Hecate has taught to handle with extraordinary skill all the magic herbs that grow on dry land or in running water” (123). Diodorus also claims this, but adds an interesting addendum that attributes to the character of Medeia:

“They report that Medea learned all the powers of drugs from her mother [Hekate] and her sister [Kirke], but her own inclination was the opposite. For she continually saved the strangers that put in from dangers” (qtd. in Ogden 79)

(Art: Medea the Sorceress by Valentine Cameron Prinsep)

Regardless of the origins of her powers, they were no doubt incredible. Apollonius of Rhodes explains that “she can put out a raging fire, she can stop rivers as they roar in spate, arrest a star, and check the movement of the sacred moon” (123). In one instance Apollonius states that “the beautiful Medea spell through the palace, and for her the very doors responding to her hasty incantations swung open of their own accord...From there she meant to reach the temple. She knew the road well enough, having often roamed in that direction searching for corpses and noxious roots, as witches do” (148). This is clearly an indicator that her powers are incredible, but what is even more awe-inspiring is what Apollonius says happens next:

“Rising from the distant east, the Lady Moon [Selene], Titanian goddess, saw the girl wandering distraught, and in wicked glee said to herself: ’So I am not the only one to go astray for love, I that burn for beautiful Endymion and seek him in the Latmian cave. How many times, when I was bent on love, have you disorbed me with your incantations, making the night moonless so that you may practice your beloved witchcraft undisturbed!” (148).

Medeia is said to be able to actually banish the moon Herself from the sky, an unimaginable feat. This is indicative of the degree of power she possesses, having sway over nature itself.

She is most known to have used her knowledge and powers repeatedly to help Jason, her husband, on his quest for the Golden Fleece. The first instance of this was that she made Jason an ointment which would make him invincible. Apollonius describes this in length, writing that:

“She had twelve maids, young as herself and all unmarried...She called them now and told them to yoke the mules to her carriage at once, as she wished them to drive to the spending Temple of Hecate; and while they were getting the carriage ready she took a magic ointment form her box. This salve was named after Prometheus. A man had only to smear it on his body, after procreating the only-begotten Maiden [Hekate] with a midnight offering, to become invulnerable by sword or fire” (131-2)

He continues, detailing the ritual of how she obtained the plant she used to make this ointment:

“Medea, clothed in black, in the gloom of night, had drawn off this juice in a Caspian shell after bathing in seven perennial streams and calling seven times on Brimo, nurse of youth, Brimo, night-wanderer of the underworld, Queen of the dead. The dark earth shook and rumbled underneath the Titan root when it was cute, and Prometheus himself groaned in the anguish of his soul” (132). 

Here we see a process that is depicted often, the bathing of Medeia and her ritualistic harvesting of herbs. We also see her here call on Brimo (Βριμω), an epithet of Hekate, in Her role as nurse of the young (Kourotrophos/Κουροτρόφος), night-wanderer (Νυκτιπολος/Nyktipolos), of the Underworld (Χθονιη/Kthonia), and Queen of the Dead (Ανασσα ενεροι/Anassa Eneroi), indicating the importance of Hekate to her witchcraft. 

(Art: Jason and Medea by John William Waterhouse)

A similar harvesting of herbs and roots is seen in fragments of Sophocles’ play The Root-Cutters. What we have of the play states that “She [Medea] covers her eyes with her hand and collects up the white-clouded juice that drips from the cut in bronze jars...the covered chests conceal the roots, which this woman reaped, naked, with bronze sickles, while crying out and howling” (qtd. in Ogden 83). Hekate is then said to be “crowned with oak branches and snakes” (qtd. in Ogden 83). Then the women chant “Lord of the sun and holy fire [Helios], sword of Hecate of the roads, which she carries over Olympus as she attends and as she traverses the sacred crossroads of the land, crowned with oak and the woven coils of snakes, falling on her shoulders” (qtd. in Ogden 83). In this short but incredible fragment we see that Medeia calls on both Hekate and Helios, her grandfather, to bless their ritual. We also see a repeat of incantations to harvest magical herbs, and an introduction of her association with bronze. 

Another one of Medea’s feats was charming the snake that guarded the Golden Fleece into a slumber. In the Argonautica, Apollonius of Rhodes writes:

“The monster in his sheath of horny scares rolled forward his interminable coils, like the eddies of black smoke that spring from smoldering logs...But as he writhed he saw the maiden take her stand, and heard her in sweet voices invoking Sleep [Hypnos], the conqueror of the gods, to charm him. She also called on the night-wandering queen of the world below [Hekate] to countenance her efforts...the giant snake, enchanted by her song, was soon relaxing the whole length of his serrated spine and smoothing out his multitudinous undulations...Yet his grim head still hovered over them and the cruel jaws threatened to snap them up. But Medea, chanting a spell, dipped a fresh sprig of juniper in her brew and sprinkled his eyes with her most potent drugs and as the all-pervading magic scent spread around his head, sleep fell on him.” (150-1). 

(Medea and the Dragon by Maxwell Ashby Armfield)

She was also said to have killed the giant Talos, a gift given to Zeus from Hephaistos, with her witchcraft, specifically the Evil Eye. In this more horrifying passage, it is said that:

“[W]ith incantations, she invoked the Sprits of Death [Keres], the swift hounds of Hades who feed on souls and haunt the lower air to pounce on living men. She sank to her knees and called upon them three times in song, three times with spoken prayers. She steeled herself with their malignity and bewitched the eyes of Talos with the evil in her own. She flung at him the full force of her malevolence, and in an ecstasy of rage she plied him with images of death” (Apollonius of Rhodes 192). 

In this passage, she calls on the Keres, and with them is able to use the evil eye to bring immediate death to a direct creation of the gods. This is a horrifying feat, not only for the power it must require, but for her ability to kill in an instant. 

Finally, she also is said to have rejuvenated Jason’s father Aeson. In Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Jason pleads with Medea to take years of his own life to give more to his father, but she rejects him saying that Hekate will not allow such a thing to take place. Instead, she offers that through her witchcraft, instead, if Hekate is willing to help her, she may rejuvenate him. Under the full moon, Medeia performs the ritual. She calls on Hekate, Night, the Moon, and Helios to aid her in her task (126-7). A chariot drawn by dragons appears to her and she takes it to gather herbs harvested with her bronze scythe. After nine days and nights, she returns to Jason to perform the ritual. The ritual is extensive and is essentially repeated in full. She builds two altars, one to Hecate and one to Hebe. She also digs two ditches on sacrifices a black sheep into the ditches, also pouring wine and milk into them. She also calls on the “deities of the earth” which may mean deities of the land or chthonic deities, and Hades. Once she appeases these gods and goddesses, she spells Aeson to sleep on a bed of herbs and tells Jason to leave her to perform her magic. She then dips sticks into pools of blood and lights them with the flames on the altars, then purifying the man once with fire, three times with water, and three times with sulfur. 

She then adds many herbs, roots, and flowers to her bronze cauldron as well as “hoar frost gathered under the full moon, the wings of the uncanny screech owl with the flesh as well, and the entrails of a werewolf which has the power of changing its wild-beast features into a man’s. There also in the pot is the scaly skin of a slender Cinyphian water-snake, the liver of a long-lived stag, to which she also adds eggs and the head of a crow nine generations old” (Ovid 129). Then, she slits the throat of Aeson and replaced his blood with her potion, finally rejuvenating him. 

There is more descriptions of Medeia’s magical feats throughout literature, but these are simply some of the most detailed and famous. She is clearly a very powerful witch and a significant figure within the history of Hekate worship. With her bronze cauldron and chariot of dragons, she is quite awe-inspiring.

(Art: The Sorceress by R. Willis Maddox)

Medeia’s Character

One of the issues we run into with Medeia’s mythos is her defamation and portrayal as a child-murdering and vengeful woman. She is indeed vengeful against Jason, and rightfully so, for he bade her to leave her homeland, murder her brother, and constantly had her aid him with her witchcraft, only to abandon her for another. However, Euripides’ tale of her brutally murdering her children has some criticisms from scholars who note that there are other versions of the tale. 

One such tale is that from Apollodorus who writes that “Another tradition is that on her flight she left behind her children, who were still infants, setting them as suppliants on the altar of Hera of the Height; but the Corinthians removed them and wounded them to death” (1.9.28). In the modern era, a scholar named Sarah Illes Johnston, author of Restless Dead and Hekate Soteira, also writes that Medea prays to Hera Akraia to make her children immortal, and Hera either declines or breaks her promise to fulfill this task, leaving the children to die (62-3). Johnston denies the implication of Medea in her children’s death, instead attributing it to circumstances outside her control or by the hand of another.

These different tellings of Medeia’s story fits with the Colchian princess who aids Jason in a much more believable way than the suddenly spiteful women who murders her children. This variation is less popular, the other being popularized perhaps to demonize magic and women of power.

(Art: Medea by Eve De Morgan)

Worshipping Medeia

Now that Medeia’s character and mythological status has been discussed, I think it’s important to talk about how I actually go about worshipping Medeia. I worship Medeia in both divine and ancestral ways, which I suppose could be attributed to methods of hero worship in Ancient Greece. Worshipping Medeia can be done alongside Hekate and/or Helios, as well as alongside Kirke. If you observe the Mighty Dead or Witch Ancestors, she could also be worshipped alongside them.

Offerings

Offerings for Medeia can include wine, frankincense, milk, honey, food, poisons, sacred plants, bronze artifacts, candles, snake parts or figurines and dragon figurines, artifacts of witchcraft, and even Hekate iconography. One could also offer her blood, but that is up to your personal discretion. 

Names and Epithets

Names/epithets I call Medeia include ‘Of the Many Spells,’ ‘Vengeful Maiden,’ ‘Witch Priestess of Hekate,’ ‘Medea of Poisons,’ ’She Who Knows All Herbs,’ ‘Giant-Slayer,’ one that could also be said of Hekate, ‘Princess of Colchis,’ ‘Granddaughter of Helios,’ ’Daughter of Sun and Moon,’ one I use to indicate her relationship to Helios and her devotion to Hekate, and Medea Pharmakeia, or Medeia of Witchcraft/Magic. 

Sacred Objects

Sacred plants of Medeia could include any poisons, juniper, olive, and aconite specifically. Sacred animals include dragons and snakes. Bronze is also sacred to Medea, as are cauldrons of any kind. 

Specializations

Medeia can be called upon for justice and vengeance, especially for spells of justice and vengeance, witchcraft of any kind, to bless herbs, for gardening, for aid in Hekate worship, for the downfall of your enemies, for protection from harm, for protection from snakes, and for guidance in magic.

Prayers to Medeia

Prayer for Medea’s Aid in Witchcraft

Prayer to Medea for Vengeance

Conclusion

In conclusion, while Medeia may not be a part of the usual canon of hero worship, or worship in general, if you are a devotee of Hekate or Helios, worshipping Medeia might be right for you. Likewise, any witch who observes the Hellenic pantheon should give serious thought to venerating Medeia in their practice. 

Works Cited:

Medea by Euripides

Magic, Witchcraft, and Ghosts in the Ancient Greek and Roman Worlds by Daniel Ogden

The Voyage of Argo by Apollonius of Rhodes

Theogony by Hesiod

The Library by Apollodorus

The Metamorphoses by Ovid

“Corinthian Medea and the Cult of Hera Akraia” by Sarah Illes Johnston

(Art: Medea Casting Spells by Henry Ferguson)

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[sly-merlin]

MISSED IT •|• JENO

Heyy can I request a jeno imagine, since it's his birthday he thought everyone, especially his gf(reader) w;ould greet him but no one did, he was getting sad and all. What he didn’t know is that, reader is throwing a surprise party for him -@seroonie i hope you'll like this✨ @hotsaucejeno bcs jeno✨

Lee jeno

Genre : fluff.

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✨happy jeno-ing✨

If the words disappointment and sadness had a face, jeno would find it in the reflection of the mirror.

It was 12:15. there was not a single knock at the door. He heard no whispering. He gathered no noises. The whole dorm was silent like deep water.

At 12:02, he initially felt bad for expecting every soul to pop inside screaming wishes with you holding a cake in your hand, chenle screeching, jaemin hollering, others gagging as you softly kissed him the sweetest happy birthday just like every other time but it appeared like this year was definitely going to be different.

With his ear pasted to the door, his hunched figure tried to pick up any sound from outside but none came. Neither did your giggling. If you were there in the dorm, there was no way you’d have remained hidden for this long. He felt betrayed. Displeasure settled in as he moved to his gaming chair. Tapping on his phone, he expected a call from anyone, just anyone but he kept waiting.

12:56

The computer screen read “game over”. Putting the control on the table somewhat harshly, he looked at his phone again. It had lain there for an hour, begging for some attention just like the owner. Pouting, he picked it up but found no missed notifications. He thought about peaking outside with a hope that maybe someone might be waiting for him but rejecting the idea, made his way to the bed.

Surprisingly, his dejected self slept more easily than he had thought.

•|•

8:17

Playing with the bubbles in the bath, jeno decided to clear everyone’s birthdays from his calendar to avenge himself. It was the only fair way to play! Haechan’s yellow bath bomb was doing wonders to both his body and mind. Blowing the cute bubbles, he decided to visit his family later in the day with no invitation for anyone else, especially the people who forgot his special day and he was also going to ignore each and every one of them including you. it sounded like a good plan to him. He wasn’t going to let anyone spoil his day any further.

Drying himself clean, he dropped Renjun's towel in the water filled tub. Smiling widely as if he had achieved the greatest thing in the world, he pulled up his shorts and while moistening his naked torso with one hand, he opened the door with the other.

Multiple shouts and screams welcomed his ears. Closing his eyes at the sudden drama, he squealed in disbelief. As he breathed more steadily, the screaming synchronised into a birthday song and he raised his head only to meet your happy face staring right back at him. with a cake in hand and a smile on your lips, you sang along with whatever everyone was clapping to. Behind you, renjun and jisung struggled with the huge birthday banner due to their contrasting heights. Suddenly, chenle let out his signature screech, gaining everyone’s attention. Just like other times.

Though a bit late, it was exactly what he was missing.

“blow the candles!” you beamed.

Crossing his arms over his chest, jeno narrowed his eyes at everyone, one by one, “now you all suddenly remember?”

“We never forgot!” a collective response came before jaemin started complaining,

“y/n and renjun had forgotten the cake at the wayv dorm. While hurrying back, renjun brought the cake but somehow forgot y/n in the washrooms. When they came back, it was already two and-

“and we heard your snoring and felt bad about the whole fiasco so we didn’t wake you up.” You completed in your baby voice that you used only when you wanted something specific from him and this time the demand was an apology, not for you alone but for everyone.

“sowy” to jeno’s horror, everyone drew a pout on their faces. The more he looked, the more repulsive they seemed so for his own sake, he gave in,

“okay! Stop being disgusting. I hate you all.”

“we vuv you too jeno!” they shouted collectively.

“stop talking at the same time!” concealing a smile, jeno said sternly.

“aww. Lemme kiss that attitude out of you.”

You heard hyuck from behind you but before he could pass you, shoving the cake in mark’s hand, you took his face in hands and pressed your lips onto his lips. He let you mumble a greeting against his pout, relishing in the moment with his whole heart.

“i gave you my favourite bath bomb. Cut it. I let you steal my bath bomb in apology and that’s what I get in return. Also eww! You both are so eww!” hyuck made gag sounds that broke jeno into a fit of giggles.

“this is ew for you? I’ll show you some more then!” hands finding your waist, he exclaimed before diving into your lips lovingly.

This was exactly what he was missing.

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