⋆.𐙚 ̊ a/n wow i love L and Light from death note! *checks tumblr for dom! reader fics* oh okay so the people are starving
⋆.𐙚 ̊ warnings Dom!Reader, Sub!L, Sub!Light, mentions of kinks, rough sex, no mention of gender other than one Femdom reference, NSFW
summary ⋆.𐙚 ̊ Various headcanons for a dom!reader and L Lawliet and Light Yagami
L 𝜗ৎ
VIRGIN! L has never once gotten laid and he’s probably pent up as hell about it.
The most soft sensual touches from you would have his hands clenching his knees so tightly it hurts.
If you run your hand across his back while walking past, he’s overheating and analyzing your behavior to the max. “Because of the sexual quality of the touch, I deduce that there is a 64% chance that they want to sleep with me. Although… I cannot be sure without further investigation..”
Something about him just screams into femdom, and I cant put my finger on it.
But by all means, call him a pervert while pushing him down on the bed, and yank his jet black hair back as you sink your teeth into his neck.
He’s incredibly touch starved so the more handsy you are during sex, the better.
Let your hands roam his chest, before grabbing him gently by chin and cooing “Such a sweet, smart boy,”
Probably praise kink, but he’s lowkey a pervert so honestly lots of other freaky things too. He’s genuinely just kinda depraved and starved of sexual attention.
sooooo many whimpers. Otherwise not that vocal but his breathing gets very rapid, and the closer he gets the more breathy whines you hear.
LIGHT 𝜗ৎ
So unlike L, he’s probably not a virgin. I’m not saying he’s a total boywhore or anything, but he’s an attractive and charismatic young man that woman seem to like.
Now, has he ever been put in his place like he so desperately needs? No. Unfortunately he’s probably been the dominant one in most relationships.
Cowards assume he’s a dom because of this but I know the truth:
BRAT BRAT BRAT BRAT!!!!!!!!!! are you kidding? He LOVES a challenge almost as much as he loves control.
Pin him to the bed, and don’t be afraid to put your hands around his throat when he talks back because he will.
Is he into it? No… he’s never thought of anything so disgusting. But the adrenaline, and the pure ecstasy of an opponent he’s actually struggling to win against… Fuck, he’s rock hard.
Even if a part of him hates himself for it, that doesn’t stop him from letting it happen, very contently too. It’s not his fault your good at what you do.
Break. Him. He’s going to be a brat until you fuck him senseless, humbling him in a way his “golden boy” youth has never allowed.
He’s probably very loud. Have you heard him talk? there’s so much whine to his voice, imagine his pathetic cries of pleasure, as he desperately grips the sheets to anchor him.
Hello! I hope your having a nice day (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
I was hoping I can request corvus, jabber and maybe august and tamsy too if it's not to much!with a reader who's very emotionally exhausted from helping everyone everyday and always being needed to either fight or assist in the background
Thank you and I hope you have a very nice day!
August | Corvus | Jabber | Tamsy [x Reader]
In which their partner is a highly sought-after cleaner/raider who can't seem to catch a break.
Reader is ── Gender Neutral | Cleaner/Raider Respectively
Story is ── Romantic | Headcanons
Warnings ── Jabber does drug reader, and is a bit freaky.
August
✦ ── August (kind of) gets it! I mean, he's always asked to make new uniforms and replace spares, but he's made sure no one rushes or bothers him again by crashing the fuck out. Want him to crash out on others for you? Because he will!
✦ ── Need some place to hide? Come to his workshop! No one will bother him when the door is closed. He'll even let you choose what's on the radio. Anytime you want to get away from others, you're welcome to hang with him!
✦ ── He keeps the peace—if you call peace annoying people till they fuck off—in your personal spaces. Someone wants to ask you for help in the dining hall? Good luck getting a word in over him. Someone knocking on your bedroom door too late? He's swinging it open and making them as uncomfortable as possible.
✦ ── Overwork yourself all you want when you're alone; you are his little people-pleaser after all. But if he is there to stop it, then he will, because people need to learn some damn boundaries. The only person allowed to bother you is him.
✦ ── You are a cleaner, so no matter what, you'll be overworked. When it can't be helped, August has a little nook for you in his workshop to destress.
"DINNER IS LOOKIN' HELLA GOOD, BABE!" Using his foot to slide the door closed behind him, he made his way to the beanbag you were curled up on, offering a plate from the dining hall.
You could still hear him through the headphones he had put on you, which were currently more for noise cancelling than music playing.
It was weird seeing him without them around his neck.
While you took your plate from his hands, he used a gloved finger to push the left speaker behind your ear.
Stealing the chair from his desk, he dragged it up closer to you so you could enjoy dinner together, plopping down with a dramatic groan. He was still shouting, though at least his volume had dropped:
"Lemme know if you want more, I'll get it for ya!"
Corvus
✦ ── It was partially his fault that you were so busy. Corvus knew what you could handle best and had a say on what Semiu assigned you. For that, he felt guilty.
✦ ── But being a cleaner was more than just missions. You were always helping others out with their personal goals, helping with training, and not to mention assisting Corvus in his research.
✦ ── So whenever you get busy with a ton of things outside of your normal purview, he may or may not slip a request to Semiu about lightening your mission load for a bit. You 'just so happen' to have days without work more frequently than anyone else.
✦ ── The office is as much yours as it is his. Anytime you need a quiet place to work, you can slip in, no questions asked. You need a desk? He'll work on the couch. You need somewhere to rest? Switch spots with him, and he'll let you use his jacket as a blanket too.
✦ ── You're both insanely busy people, but that's why he's able to appreciate all the work you put into things. He can see what you do, and he hears others praise you time and time again. What you do for the cleaners—for him—is astonishing.
"How was today?" He asked when you entered his office, watching you shut the door behind you as quietly as possible.
No words left you, but a quick glance, and he understood better than any that you were plain exhausted. Physically, emotionally, and in every other way.
Plopping onto the couch, he was at your side soon after. He lifted your head with one hand to place two fluffed throw pillows under it, gently lowering you into their comfort.
His jacket was next, draped over you with a surprising heft to it. It was similar to a weighted blanket, pushing your body further into the cushions in a comforting embrace that smelled just like your partner.
"Rest as long as you need."
Jabber
✦ ── Even after slaving away on Zodyl's 'experiments,' various missions assigned to you, and assisting the Raiders with other needs, you still gave Jabber as much of your time as you could. And dang, he appreciated the hell out of you for it!
✦ ── One of the worst parts about you being busy is that he's so damn bored! His lovely partner isn't here to keep him entertained anymore, so what is he supposed to do?
✦ ── Honestly starts going with you on missions, even if he wasn't asked, because at least he has something to do! And I mean, more chances to protect you AND fight AND give you less work? Triple win!
✦ ── Doesn't give a flying fuck if someone wants your help with something. If it isn't an order from the boss—and even then he has a hard time caring about it—then it isn't worth your time. If someone ever asks him to pass along a request, he'll purposefully not.
✦ ── Whether you like it or not, if you REALLY overdo it with extra work? He might just give you a little poke with one of his claws and give you a nice dose of tranquillizer. Be mad at him all you want; your body needs the rest.
"-so that little guy just does whatever I 'order' him to! Ain't that crazy?"
He'd been talking for the better half of an hour, fingers combing through your hair with your head resting on his lap.
Your entire body was limp, eyes half-lidded, and lips parted. Occasionally you'd begin drooling onto his pants, but he'd swipe it up with a thumb and lick it clean anytime that happened.
When he looked down, he could see you making your best attempt at a glare.
"Still mad, huh? Don't worry, if anyone's pissed, I'll take the blame. Can't have you any more stressed, right, doll?
Tamsy
✦ ── Despite the fact that you two are on the same team, you manage to get sent on far more missions than him. You also have 1/4th the days off he does, though he has more than most regardless.
✦ ── He won't tell you what to do or not to do, but he will voice his concerns frequently. Do you really need to say yes to Semiu every time? Can't someone else go? How about he fill in for you (rare, but he would if you let him!!!)?
✦ ── You, and you alone, are permitted to enter his room without asking—or ever, really. No matter how late you show up or how early you leave, you are always welcome to snuggle up with him in bed.
✦ ── If others get too demanding of you and your skills, he starts to work behind the scenes, dissuading people from asking you whenever possible. It doesn't matter to him if others are short-handed on missions or overworked, just so long as it isn't you.
✦ ── Always gets something for you in his free time to gift to you between your work. Be it a book you mentioned wanting to read, an album you like, or treats he's sure you'll enjoy. God PERMITTING you have a day off together, he'll treat you to a really nice day-long date.
"You've been busy all week, so it's started to accumulate." He seemed the least bit concerned about it, however.
The smug smile never left his face as he gestured with an oversized sleeve to the pile of bags on his dresser.
Each was from a different shop; some you recognized, and others you'd never seen. Sweets, accessories, magazines, anything that reminded him of you.
"Go through them at your own pace, though I'd start here." He pulled a small container with macaroons out of one smaller bag. "Best today while they're fresh, don't you think?"
Author's Note ── August, Tamsy and Jabber in one request? My big three? Oh hells yeah. I adore Corvus too, which only rounded this out!
Thank you for requesting, anon! I hope you also have a nice day :]
CW: Fem!Reader, Overstim (August/Semiu), Lowkey sub!bro, Mentions of people watching you have sex (Corvus), Strap-on sex (Semiu)
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August - Squirting
“Augie,” you whine, hand gripping his hair as he licks over your sensitive clit. “Feels so good”
“Yeah?” He says, waiting for you to nod before he leans back down. He sucks on your clit as he pushes a dildo inside you. He’s no stranger to toys; he's fond of using them on you. You're a few orgasms in, back pressed against August's desk as he holds you in place. You're soaked, chest heaving and writhing while August sucks at your clit. He can't help it; he loves how you taste.
You're going to cum again, you can feel it building. It's an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of your stomach as August works the toy into you even faster. Even while he's eating you out, he’s not quiet, moaning against your skin. A few more thrusts and you finally cum, you cry out his name as you gush around the toy. August pulls the toy out of you, but he doesn't move away, drinking up everything you have to offer him. His tongue flicks over your clit again, but you’re too sensitive and push his head away.
“Fuck baby, that was so hot,” He says. He kisses his way up your body. “You sounded so beautiful.” His voice is whiny and desperate. “I need to see it again, need to make you do that around my cock”
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Bro - Blindfold
He works so hard, he needs some time to let go. When you tell him as such, he says that whatever you’re willing to give him is perfect, and you don’t have to do anything extra for him. He’s perfectly fine spending any time with you. When you suggest that there's something else you want to try, he’s all down for it.
You’re completely naked, straddling his lap, wrapping his bandana around his eyes. He lets you do as you please, enjoying the sensation of your hands on his body. Then you back away, and he can’t feel you anymore. He focuses on what he can hear; the sound of you shuffling down the bed is clear. When you press a kiss to his left thigh, he jumps, clearly not expecting it. You giggle, and he lets out an amused exhale. You press another kiss to his hip, and he gives the same reaction. “Doesn’t it feel more intense when you don’t know it's coming?” you ask, punctuating your question with a bite to his other thigh. The sensation makes him moan.
You pull back for a moment, leaving him with zero idea of what to expect, then take his hard cock into your mouth. The sensation makes him moan out, jerking his hips slightly. His hand flies to the back of your head as he gets lost in the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him.
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Corvus - Public Sex
“When I ask you to do something, you say ‘Yes, Sir’ and do it” Corvus grunts as he bends you over his desk. You’re the only person, besides Semiu, who can get away with giving the boss attitude the way that you do. You still get punished for your teasing words; it's just very different from what anyone else would receive for pushing him. One of his hands grips your hip, holding you in place as he guides his thick cock into you. When he bottoms out he pulls you up so your body is flush against his. “Are you going to keep talking back to me?” He asks. It takes a while to rile him up to this point, but it’s a special talent you possess. You say “No, Sir,” but the grin on your face makes it clear to him you’re lying. He tuts, shaking his head at you.
He lets you go, pushing you back down. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck the disobedience out of you”
“Yes, Sir,” you moan, as he finally begins to move. A harsh hand comes down on your ass, and the force jolts you forward. You squeal at the sting and immediately cover your mouth, something Corvus clearly doesn’t like. He reaches forward pulling your hand away from your face.
“Are you ashamed of how I make you feel?” he asks.
“No, it's just that Enjin and Semiu are right outside.” You can feel his cock twitch when you say it. He looks over at the door, realising it’s not locked and they could come in at anytime.
“And what’s wrong with them seeing? What if I just invited them in so they can see that you can, in fact, behave?” His thrusts are harsher, his grip on your hips is tighter, almost as if he’s trying to make you louder. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir”
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Enjin - Cum Play
“Shit, we’re out of condoms” He says, throwing the box behind him. You’re so needy that your instincts take over and you pull him back down into a kiss.
“Promise you’ll pull out?” you ask as he kisses down your neck.
“Fuck yeah”, he breathes against your skin. He reaches down to guide himself into you, moaning at the feeling. He kisses you again as he fucks you. Though he’d never verbalise it, Enjin is a huge sap when it comes to you. The kiss is intimate, and it spurs the two of you on. His hips snap against your thighs as you tremble in his grip. He feels so good, you know you wont last. “Im gonna cum. Cum for me, pretty girl,” he says, reaching down to play with your clit. He wants to feel you cum around him before he pulls out. You cum hard, body tensing beneath Enjin as he tries his best to hold out while your perfect pussy pulses around him.
Enjin can’t hold back any longer, he pulls out and wraps his fist around his cock. He cums with a groan of your name, and you stay in place as he coats your tummy in the cum. When he’s done painting your body, he takes a few moments to look at you. You’re breathing heavily, makeup smudged, sweaty and covered in his cum; you’re his. His cock starts twitching as he looks at the reminder of how good your body makes him feel.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby. Look so good covered in cum” he groans as he drags two fingers through the mess on your stomach. He lifts your fingers to your mouth, smiling as you happily take the fingers into your mouth.
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Gris - Marking
It's the next morning, while he's getting dressed, that he sews the marks. He presses his finger into the blooming mark on his hip, sighing at the dull ache that follows. You've left your mark all over him and the idea that you've claimed your territory has him getting hard in his pants.
He considers trying to ignore the feeling, but when he looks down at you still lying in bed, he's overcome with the need to rail you again. You immediately greet him when you feel his weight dip into the bed.
“You left your claim on me” he says, pulling you into a kiss. “Want to do it again?” He asks as he takes off his shirt. The idea that if anyone get a glimpse of the marks, they'll know he belongs to you makes him unbelievably horny. He does belong to you, and he intends to show you that with his cock. It doesn't take long for him to get the two of you down to underwear and positioned so that you're now straddling him. You grind your hips against his as you suction your lips to his neck, leaving behind a mark that he won't be able to cover up.
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Semiu - Bondage
She has your wrists bound to the headboard with sturdy handcuffs as she teasingly kisses your body. She Wants to see you writhe and scream her name as you take what she gives you. She's had the idea for a while now. Though she's always been a tease, this new kink seems to have brought out a whole new side of her.
She is between your legs, holding a vibrator to your clit. She's been edging you for what feels like hours, everything you get close to cumming, she shuts off the vibrator. She loves seeing you writhe and tug at the handcuffs as the frustration builds. She watches as your back arches and your hips instinctively roll against the toy. A satisfied grin stretches across her face as she once again clicks the toy off.
“Fuck, Semiu. Please just let me cum” you whine. She puts the toy down and shuffles forward. You can feel the tip of the strap she's wearing slip between your pussy lips and catch at your entrance. You whimper at the feeling, desperate for any stimulation.
She pushes in just the tip and stops. She watches in amusement as you attempt to adjust your hips and take more of her but are unable to due to your restraints.
“Oh baby, we've only just started”
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Thank you so much for reading, I want to write more for gachiakuta!
I LOVE when two characters bathe with eachother but like not in a sexual way. In a way that shows trust & vulnerability. I rarely see it but I adore it sm
like just imagine two characters who have gone through some stuff and are like constantly stressed but care deeply for one another bathing with eachother and are finally able to open up to someome and trust them in their most vulnerable form (nudity)
like it’s the best. Esp if they bathe eachother (like scrubbing eachothers backs and washing eachothers hair) idk it’s just the best
I love this. i think the concept of bathing with a loved one is so cute too !! i remember being itty bitty and bathing with my siblings and cousins or with my mom (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM) and feeling so loved, so have some ooey gooey fluff, sweethearts !!
𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮: bathing with him
౨ৎ 𝘎𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆
𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 ; after a long day when he comes home to find you in the tub, neck deep in bubbles, youd have to grow three heads to get him out of that bath with you.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; i thought i saw your face today she & him
𝐟𝐭 ; rudo surebrec, enjin, zanka nijiku, fu orostor, august stilza, gris rubon. tamsy caines, jabber wonger.
𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ; gn!reader, swearing, what the fluff, pining, some are more flirty than others okay, holy yap, mild spoilers, maybe ooc, jabber calls you 'ma' as a pet name.
𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐬'𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; guys i gotta get back on my grind please dont give up on me !! and with Christmas coming up expect a lot more drabbles teehee !! lmk if i should do a 12-days advent calendar type deal cause i will ...
𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙤 — 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩
of all things for the spherite to be oblivious of, it was a surprise when bubble baths wasnt one of them.
rudo loves getting clean, he loves scrubbing off the grime after fighting a gross trash beast or digging through mountains of filth to find the good junk. on days like today, boring days where he'd barely break a sweat, he would settle for a quick rinse.
at least that was the plan.
But when he walked into your shared room, the warmth that only comes from a hot bath settled in the air immediately. how could he resist such a lovely offer?
when he bit the bullet, slipping into the warm water across from you, letting it sooth his tense muscles, he let out a soft sigh.
"long day?" you asked softly, resting your legs over his.
He kept his gloves on, hands resting on the sides of the tub to keep them dry, eyes averted from you, "nah, just boring." he chewed, his tone as soft as it always was when it came to you.
but then you shifted in the water and he tensed up again, eyes snapping toward you.
"hands hurt?" you mumbled, damp hand coming up to trace his gloved fingers aimlessly.
his hands always hurt, gloves or not. even if they did help dull the pain it would still always be there, but he shrugged it off, "no more than usual."
he never wanted to worry you, especially when you were this calm and perfect.
you laced your fingers between his, leaning closer, "im sorry, baby," you mumbled, bringing his hand to your lips.
he shivered at the act, no matter how often you did it. you had no clue how much it meant for him, for you to love the worst parts of him so openly, so sincerely.
"can i take these off?" you asked oh so sweetly, looking over to him.
he felt all vulnerable right now, some strange mix of scared and calm.
he nodded and you slipped his gloves off, setting them on youre neatly folded pile of clean clothes by the tub.
his hands were so gnarly looking, everytime you saw them he expected you to pull away, to be disgusted.
but it was never the case.
you came in even closer now, your thighs resting over his while your fingers gently touched his blackened skin. he didnt pull away or flinch, your hands, surprisingly, didnt hurt.
you dipped them in the water, washing them with the softness, the reverence, the dutifulness of an artist polishing a glass sculpture. you washed his hands with that soap he really liked, he couldnt remember the name but used it everytime he bathed.
of course you noticed, it was your favorite too.
soft raspberry and that sting of citrus, it was just so him that you loved it.
"I love you," you mumbled, kissing his knuckles softly, kissing away the pain from deep in his bones. he shivered again, bringing your soft, perfect hands to his lips to return the favor.
"I love you, you make me feel whole," his hands held your firmly, like they might slip away and never come back, smelling the delicious raspberry and grapefruit of the both of you, "here, let me wash you off, please."
𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 — 𝙢𝙖𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣
enjin appreciated you and your body in all facets of life.
in action on the field, in your sleep, when your intimate, when your angry.
it was you that he needed, that he yearned for in any form.
so when he came in from work to find you in the tub, of course he just had to join you.
he slid in behind you, letting you rest against his chest while his hands aimlessly slid down your arms, nose in your hair taking in your scent.
"you usin' my shit, baby?" he purred, kissing the apex of your head as his hands danced lower in the bubbles to rub aimless circles against your hip.
"you smell so good, so tasty, its so cute when you use my things," his head dipped down to bury his nose between your shoulder and your neck.
"dont demean me, enjin," you scold, despite the affection dripping from your tone as one hand comes up to softly drag through his hair.
"course not, sweetness, just makin sure you know i love this scent on you," he chuckled, kissing your shoulder blade as his hands found their anchor on your waist.
"i think it suits you, and strangely enough, it mixes with the smoke," you turn just enough to kiss his cheek, "which you still reek of, it lingers in your hair more than your breath."
"hey now, you kiss this mouth, babe," he nipped your collar playfully, "you love it then."
"i didnt say i didnt love it, crybaby, now be useful and wash my back," you laughed, leaning up.
no need to tell him twice, he'd take any excuse to touch you.
his hands were rough and tender against your soft skin, massaging all the knots out with practiced ease.
"so talkative," he'd mock as he rubbed another tense knot from your shoulder, followed by a sigh that told him that felt real real good.
"cant i just enjoy your pres- shit, thats good," you mumbled, hands bracing on his legs as he worked a stubborn spot on your lower back with a smug smile.
"you know i love your pretty voice, i just wanna hear you after a long day 's all," he smiled, kising the red spots hed pushed into your shoulders as you leaned back against him, a dopey satisfied smile on your face.
"yeah yeah, i love you too, enjin," you smiled, dabbing some bubbles onto his nose.
he laughed, blowing them off, "right back at ya', my love."
of course he knew he needed to say the full thing to satisfy you, but it was always more fun to get you worked up.
you splashed him, "what was that?"
"I said 'i love you, baby, i love you so much, more than anything else.'"
"thats what i thought."
𝙯𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙖 — 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙
Zanka followed you to the bathroom, eyes fixed on the running water as you got undressed.
He wasnt going to join you, not being a fan of the cramped situation, but he was more than happy to join you, sitting on the edge of the tub to admire you as you soaked.
“Youre the only person I know who uses bubble bath syrup, yknow,” he smiled as his fingers dipped down into the water, weaving his hands back and forth through the warm bubbles, grazing your legs gently.
“Well everyone else you know is no fun, bubbles make me feel, i dont know, luxurious.” You shrugged, head tilted back and eyes closed as you let the warmth relax any of the tension youve had all stored up.
“Luxurious? Bubbles?” He tried to keep the scoff down but the idea stuck him funny. Zanka grew up the closest you could get to a spoiled rich kid. Luxury was having someone else bathe for you.
“Dont mock me, alright? I never got to have bathes, i was raised strictly on showers,” you nudged him with with your foot, poking him on his perch on the rim of the tub.
“Yeah? Well if its luxury youre looking for I can show you bouje.”
He slid down to the other edge, now behind you and rummaging around in the soaps, shampoo’s, and conditioners.
“Bouje? Now I hope your not suggesting cucumbers on my eyes or some weird shit,” you tease with a smile.
He roles his eyes, lathering something in his hands to rub in your damp hair, “we dont have cucumbers, and even if we did I wouldn’t put em on ya like some kinda salad.”
You smiled, he always had some retort, your back and forth was just so much fun with him.
Whatever he was putting in your hair, probably his favorite shampoo, smelled real good too. Warm and expensive. The lather made a nice sound behind your ears, making you melt like ice in the sun.
His fingers massaged in circles on your scalp, the bubbles foaming up as he worked the wash into your locks with care and patience, paying attention to which hand you leaned into, how you sighed happily into it.
“Your awful good at that,” you mumbled, body lax in the water, head leaned back into his touch as he began to rinse, making sure the water and soap didnt get in your eyes.
“Eh, nothin special,” he shrugged, but when you cracked an eye and caught the pink dusting over his nose and the tips of his ears, you knew you’d got him.
“Youre just so good with your hands, i feel all melted like butter right now and all ya did was wash my hair,” you continued to stroke his ego as your eyes fluttered closed again.
He couldnt help but feel giddy at the compliments, “yeah yeah, well, i just like treating ya to a good time, showing you that high-life you chase after.”
He was being dismissive, but still wanted to take the claim for making you feel good.
“I love you,” you sighed, “and your magic hands, and your silly habit of denying yourself pride,” you smiled, eyes opening to look up at him.
He tilts your head back to rinse again, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your nose, “one of us has to be modest, darling,” he responded happily.
Your scalp has literally never felt better.
𝙛𝙪 — 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛
It took a lot of effort to convince your boyfriend to join you for a bath, more than it would for any other man, you thought.
And even then, he absolutely wouldnt get in with you, even just for a soak.
But thats fine, you thought him just as sweet like this.
He sat on the rug beside the tub, chin resting on the side as he looked at you like a lovestruck fool, watching you clean your fingernails and pop bubbles while your music played in the background of the dimly lit bathroom,
“You smell so good,” he sighed with a small dopey smile, his hands clasped politely together in his lap, eyes not daring to venture from you and yours.
You looked over to him with that soft gaze that melted him, “thank you, sweetheart, but you do know its your wash, right?”
Your patience with him didn’t go unnoticed, and it didnt go unappreciated. You were one of the only people how treated him like a person, if not the only anymore.
“Uh-huh, it smells way better on you though. Gosh youre so pretty,” he added wistfully, tilting his head so his cheek squished against the cool ceramic of the tub that was such a stark contrast from the warm water that was fanning steam over you.
“And you sure you dont want to join me? Theres plenty of space for the both of us, yknow,” you offered for the thousandth time, bringing a handful of bubbles up before him, he blew them making them pop, “i really just like watching you, if thats okay,” he declined with red cheeks.
“Youre so strange,” you smiled, voice soft and warm. You shifted in the water to mirror his pose, your noses almost touching as you stared at one another, he blushed more fiercely now at your comment and your oh-so-welcome closeness.
“Not that I mean to be,” he mumbled, but you laughed affectionately in return.
“I like it this way, i like how strange you are. Youre my kind of strange,” you nuzzle the tip of your nose against him.
Fu was still getting used to this, getting used to having agency, getting used to your gentle intimacy and soft love. It was new, thats for sure, but so very wanted.
“Do you need anything? Is there something i can do for you?” He asked like an eager puppy, he just wanted to please you.
“All I want is to be near you, Fu,” you assure him, pecking a delicate kiss to his nose, “so relax, besides, thats what baths are for.”
He nodded, letting his eyes close as he soaked it all in, your proximity, the smell of his wash on you, your music playing softly from the bedroom, and all the love he blooming in his heart right now.
𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩 — 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝, 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨
In this relationship, it was tough to say who was the spoiled and who was the spoiler.
Yes August lavished you in clothes and treats and gifts, handmade and tailored specifically perfectly for you.
But I mean, look at him now.
He was laid back, head against your chest as he rested between your legs in the warm bubbly water as you played with and washed his long blonde hair.
“Im thinking tulle, or chiffon, something light, bubbles are light,” he wasn’t shouting for once, of course he wasn’t exactly being quiet.
“Tulle is itchy,” you commented, rubbing conditioner down the streaks of gold that had wrapped around you like silk binds.
“Chiffon it is,” he smiled, using the dry-erase marker he kept in the bathroom for ‘moments of inspiration’ like this to note on the sketch on the shower wall.
Your fingers went back to his scalp, scratching and messaging as he did so, he claimed it ‘fueled his thinker’ when you did so.
Whether that is true or not, you could really care less, you just loved indulging him as much as he loved to be indulged.
His knees broke the water like milky icecaps. He was far too tall, too lanky, for such a short tub as this, though he made no complaints.
As long as he had your attention, undivided and interested, he could be packed up in a cardboard box for all he cared.
“Ya like duckies, yeah? What do we think of motifs in the skirt?” He asked, tapping the marker against his chin, leaving silly red dots from the ink that he was oblivious to.
You leaned forward, dipping your hand in the soapy water, “maybe an underskirt thats got like, a feathery look?” You offered, washing the dots off his chin gently.
“YEAH! LIKE A WHIMSY LOLITA COORDINATE! AND YOUR SHOES COULD-“ he jolted forward to scribble it all down as you continued to smooth in his peachy conditioner.
You were more than used to his energy, if anything you had grown accustomed to his jerkiness more than any stillness he may have tucked away inside him.
He went to scramble out of the tub, only to be grounded by your hand on his arm, “hey, where ya goin? Im not done,” you told him.
He weighed his options, get chewed out by his lover or lose any time on a gift for them.
Neither sounded like something he’d like.
“We can work on it together after our bath, Auggie, now let me finish your hair.” You made him lay back against you to finish up.
“Relaxing is so hard,” he commented, eyes scanning over the ‘sketch’ beside him, “i dont know how you do it, babe,”
You rolled your eyes, “well we cant both be live wires or all of HQ would be wrecked, sweetheart.”
“Yeah yeah, well lets relax faster so I can doll you up some more,” he complained despite his eyes fluttering closed under your touch once more.
𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙨 — 𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮
gris had a very grueling job, you knew that. he worked hard as a cleaner pretty much every day.
so when you heard he had a day off you knew you had to get him away from HQ, away from the mere thought of work.
you booked a hotel, packed him a bag, and forced him to indulge in some much-deserved r&r
you had asked for a room with a nice comfy bed and a big bathtub to accommodate your huge boyfriend.
you had packed things specifically for this, bath bombs, bubble syrup, candles
this was gonna be romantic damnit, because thats what he deserves.
and it was.
you were curled against him as he got to, for once, spread out in a nice warm bath, savoring the warmth, your proximity, and the effort you put in for him to have a nice night with his partner.
"this is perfect, Hun, youre so thoughtful," he would mumble against your hair, pressing a kiss to the damp mess.
"you do so much for me, for everyone, i wanted to be able to give you something special too," your fingers danced over his chest, ghosting across scars and chest hair.
he hummed against you, the hand on your side tugging you even closer as the other ran up and down your arm softly, "howd i find someone as perfect as you, huh?"
you smiled, rolling your eyes playfully, "hey, wanna see a cool feature the desk man told me about?" you looked up at him as he cracked an eye open.
"well of course i do, though im not sure how anything could top this," he chuckled that low, warm sound that vibrated in his chest and made you feel all fuzzy.
You leaned around him, pressing something behind the faucet, and suddenly the water began to move.
yes, this tub had a jacuzzi feature.
yes, it was exactly like a back massage for gris.
and yes, he stood corrected.
he groaned, melting against the wall as the water applied perfect preasure to his always sore lower back.
you settled back against him with a pleased smile as he took you again with open arms.
"you are an angel, you just have to be." he sighed happily, making you feel all the pride of zanka when enjin complimented him.
"im glad your happy, my love, you deserve tonight more than anyone else," you leaned up to give him a soft kiss.
he was blissed out, but happy to return the favor.
"oh and just wait till we get to try out the mattress, youre never gonna want to leave,"
"dont say such tempting things when im fuzzy brained, its not fair."
𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙨𝙮 — 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙪𝙩, 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙝
tamsy, in secret, lived for quiet luxury.
so when it came to bathes, especially bathing together, it was nothing short of extravagant.
rose petals, candles, a record playing on the counter, the curtains drawn around you.
he was laid back against you, neither saying a word as you both hummed along to his records, you sipped wine as he conducted an imaginary band with his fingers.
you lowered the glass to his mouth for him to have a drink, for him you were nothing short of dotting.
how could you be anything else? he was so perfect, so considerate and gentle with you.
he was like an angel
your angel.
"thank you, love," he licked his lips as you set the glass to the side, hand coming to his hair.
"of course, sweetheart, im really impressed with the spread you pulled out tonight, its almost cinematic," you commented, following a strand down into the water where his long hair wrapped around your torso and legs like an octopus lurking in the warmth, deceptively friendly as it held you captive.
"its not often i get to show off like this, live so lavishly and show you real serenity with jobs as demanding as ours, of course ill take the extra step for you, my dove." he took your free hand to kiss it, letting your conversation slip back into the comfort of the music and soft splashes of water.
he listened to your heartbeat as his hands explored under the water, making mental notes of where it would pick up, where youd breathe deeper.
he had been making sure you didnt fall asleep here, with how peaceful it was.
"Dove?" he purred when your breathing had begun to even out, looking up at you.
you hummed, opening your eyes to look down at him, "gosh youre just. so pretty," you answered, bending to press a kiss to either of his eyes, "makes me feel like im dreamin with you laid against me like this."
"you almost were dreaming, dont go falling asleep on me now, love," he smiled, piercing glinting in the candle light.
your hands moved under the water, cupping his jaw to keep his head tilted back as you kissed the jewelry, "your right, why sleep when im living my fantasies right now in real life."
"wine makes you poetic, dear," he pointed out, chasing your lips with his own to meet for a soft moment.
"thankfully you like the classics, or we wouldnt have these beautiful velvet curtains, huh?" you laugh softly between kisses, one hand slipping down to his chest as the other kept his head back, his fingers laced with yours.
"touché."
𝙟𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙧 — 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨
an attention whore of the highest caliber, thats how youd describe jabber.
initially, you didnt plan to share your bath, you were soaking in the tub while he (finally) slept in the other room, wearing a little mud mask, cleaning your nails, listening to music.
but you made a mistake when you opened his wash.
he was like a blood hound, the familiar smell snapping him awake and guiding him straight to the bathroom.
so now here you were, in his lap in the nearly over flowing bathtub, holding him still by the jaw as you applied some of your matcha colored face mask to your idiot boyfriend who, if he had a tail, would be wagging it triumphantly right now.
"so whats this goop sposed to do, ma? it dont even burn," he pouted.
"hush, itll 'burn' when it starts working, so sit still so i can finish applying it." you cupped his chin, eyes concentrated on keeping it even all over, your perfectionism shining through again.
"does it sting for you yet? how long does it take? whats in it?"
"i said shut up, your gonna end up with some in your mouth then youll really burn."
"promise?" his fingers dug into your waist, excited at the idea of something so gross.
you hummed in response, and without having to look you in the eye while speaking, he let them wander, "you look real good all sudsy like this, " hes fingers squeezed you again, needing some kind of reaction from you.
"you werent even supposed to be awake, yknow,"
"yeah, i know, but i smelled ya, in here usin my shit like ya missed me, and how can i deprive my baby, huh?" he smiled.
when you set down the applicator and turned his head to make sure it was evenly covered, "feel anything yet?"
"nothin but a lil tingle, ma," he smiled, he didnt even mind that it hadnt kicked in yet, he just loved your undivided attention.
"good, that means its working, dont rub your face on nothin for 15 minutes, got it?"
he nodded, but kept you in place, "that mean we gotta wash off yours now? been at least fifteen," he purred, finger coming up to smudge of the part around your mouth to annoy you.
you figured he was right though, "huh, guess so, didnt expect to take that long putting on yours,"
"here, let me do the honor," he mewled, cupping water to wash you off like a kitten.
you closed your eyes tight but let him with minimal struggle considering he was being gentle with you.
"skins glowin, baby, gonna look so delicious i might eat you up," he drooled, leaning in closer.
"thats what its for, jab," you scoffed, but couldnt suppress your smile at his flirt.
"you dont even like blackberries," he commented as he caught another whiff that made him giddy. knowing you used his wash despite the fact.
"i dont like the taste, i didnt say nothin bout the smell." you huffed, stablizing yourself with her hands on his chest, making a small shiver ripple through you.
"so tasty, ma," he purred before quickly moving forward, licking the last of your mouth off the corner of your mouth.
"jabber! i said dont eat that!" you yelped, but he quickly shut you up with a harsh kiss,
"it was barely nothin, but the taste of you will wash it down, right?" he laughed.
𝐓𝐚𝐛 ; why did this take three days to write.... anyway ik its late but consider this the day one of my 12-days-till xmas count down !!!!
these gachiakuta men … need them… need them so bad..
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MINORS DNI, 18+ SMUT AHEAD
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Arkha Corvus whose cock is genuinely hard to take, his height being such a turn on for you and for him. He practically envelops you, no matter what size you are, skinny or chubby, he dwarfs you. so as he slowly fucks his fat cock into you, each thrust slowly pushing more and more of his cock in. He’s whispering sweet nothings combined with nasty words into your ear, making you drip. You feel so stuffed full, even if he’s only halfway in, the squelch of your first orgasms against the both of you is disgusting. Hes got you in missionary, and then pushing your knees up up up, reaching your ears, needing the slow push and deep angle to fully slip into you, and when he does, you know you’re not getting any sleep tonight.
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Enjin who has you in doggy, his big hand splayed across your lower back, his fat cock pistoning in and out, at a steady pace. It makes you sob, the way his massive cock just draaaaggggsss against your sweet spot. the arch in your back allowing him to pull you back and forth, a lazy rhythm that has you sobbing. He’s fucking teasing you, edging your pleasure, you need more, want more. You grab his hand that’s on your waist, nails digging into his wrist. It’s painful how his cock brushes your sweet spot, almost too much but never enough. His massive hands roam your body, teasing your nipples, groping your hips, squeezing the fat on your ass. And after what seems like forever, his finger circles your clit/tip, pushing you over the edge.
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Gris who has you laid over his lap, ass red and throbbing from the spankings he gave you. You were a brat, you deserved it, yet it didn’t help the whine slipping through as three of his thick fingers plunge into you, abusing your sweet spot. Your body is throbbing with pleasure, thighs shaking. It hurts, the pleasure hurts, his fingers hurt but they hurt so good. fat tears trickle down your face as he denies your orgasm once again. Thighs red and sore from spankings as well, it was too many, and both you and him gave up on counting. And when he finally has you doggy style, sinking into your wet heat, you cum almost immediately. It’s pathetic how worked up you are, and he doesn’t stop, not until he’s finished filling you up for being so good for him, so good to just take the punishment that you deserved.
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Bro Santa who has you chest to back, hand around your throat as he fucks into you, holding you up by your neck. His cock, thick and long, knocking the air out of your lungs with each thrust. Such a big man with very even proportions to his height, his other big hand pressed against your lower stomach just so he could feel himself. It’s dizzying how well he knows your body, how well he fucks into your sweet spot, the pressure on your neck dizzying enough to amplify pleasure. His lips next to your ear, and he’s promising you that he’s gonna fuck you enough, cum enough times to give you a baby, to give his son a sibling. And he makes true to his promises, tiring you out with so so many rounds, spilling into you. Even if it’s not possible that you can get pregnant, he doesn’t give up, not until your sex is dripping with his release.
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August who finally lets you fuck him, your hands on the lower part of his thighs, pressing his legs up up up, letting your cock/strap slip deeper and deeper into him. He whimpers, the sheer size of you stretching him out oh so good. And oh god he’s loud with how good it feels, eyes rolled back as your hips slowly roll against his. His nosies get worse as your hips pick up pace, snapping against his. You let him cum, but you don’t stop, not when he begs you to have mercy on his poor ass, not when a minute later, he begs you to go faster. You’re being so mean to him, so mean with his pleasure, just like he is sometimes with you. He blabs on as you fuck him dumb, he becomes oh so stupid on your cock/strap, promising he’d never ever be mean to you ever again.
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Follo who loves watching you ride him, hips twitching, hands grabbing at your waist. He’s pathetic, whimpering and whining, eyes rolled to the back of his head. He’s so pretty like this, covered in sweat and cum, all blissed out. You can’t help but ride him into completion again, and again, his cock dragging against your sweet spot, his past few releases squelching around. He whines for you, begs for you to keep going, even after his hip twitch, even after tears prick his eyes. Even when he sobs, three orgasms deep, and when you slow down, worried about him, he just lets out another sob and beg. He wants you to keep going, to use him for your own pleasure. He’s in heaven, your hot hot wetness only amplified by his past releases’ noises slipping and squelching between you two.
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Tamsy who ties you up, using a vibrator against your most sensitive spot, sitting nearby to simply watch you whine, watch you shake with pleasure. He’s ruthless, not stopping even after you cum. And when he finally gives in to all your pleas and begging, finally sinking his long cock into you, he doesn’t hesitate to continue to tease, to take pleasure for himself. He’s selfish as his slow thrusts edge you, watching you attempt to squirm, to get more friction. Those glass like eyes pierce you, you can’t tell what he’s thinking when you beg and squirm against him. He doesn’t give in, not for a while anyways, not until he’s cum at least twice does he give you the satisfaction of an earth shattering orgasm. Tamsy is a mean mean man.
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Zodyl who kneels for no one but you, sinking in between your legs, mouth hot against your sex. You really think he’s doing it for your pleasure? no way in hell. He does it cause he’s a munch, he does it cause he enjoys it, cause he loves your taste, cause he loves the way you attempt to squirm away once an orgasm has crashed on you. He loves the desperate pleas and whines, the way your nails dig into his broad shoulders. The way you shake from overstimulation, the way your face looks wrecked, tear soaked and spit soaked. The way your pretty sex looks, wet, slobber and your own juices mixed. You’ve tugged on his hair way too much, trying to take him away from his meal? How insane you must be to disobey him. He’s done when he says he’s done and you haven’t come nearly enough for his liking. You on the other hand, you can’t get enough of how he looks in between your legs, mouth soaked from your past releases, face buried against your sex, tired eyes watching your every move. It makes your skin heat up, it makes you crave more.
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Jabber who lets you hold a knife to his throat as you ride him, scratch marks littered his body. He’s wrecked, ruined, you’ve ruined him for anyone else. You had started this sexcapade by tracing the knife down his body, over his most sensitive parts, occasionally drawing blood, then making him cum, over and over and over again. It didn’t matter how much pain he felt, it only made him want more. you made sure to not cut too deep, we wouldn’t want to have to explain the injury’s to a healer (he gladly would tho). His lips bleeding, tongue bleeding from your bites, neck littered in scratch marks and bite marks. Heaven had to have sent you down cause you were so perfect for him.
does anyone else completely forget that you have other accounts? just me? because seriously I completely forgot tumblr existed until my friend mentioned it and now I have like 100 notification thingys. Though I forget a fuckton of things. anyways is getting 8 hours of sleep still a thing?
Isn’t it funny when you go on tumblr and see people that think like you? That have had the same experiences? That basically had your life? Then it’s like oh shit! We’re basically all the same person with slightly different looks
