#I was having a shower and once I needed shampoo it was game over!

[deep-spacediver577]

Who else is forever "ruined" by Drakken, whenever they think the word shampoo? Raise your hand if so. ✋

[vin-taege]

Could you do headcannons for both sfw and nsfw showering with Chishiya? :3

The Water's Just Right

Summary: Showering headcanons for our favorite snarky boy

Genre: fluff, smut, gn! reader

Note: Oh yeah, I'm back again! I've been gone for so long because of college, but I'm here again to revive the aib fandom >:3 also my first time writing headcannons. :DDD I think I got carried away sjjsjs

☄. *. ⋆ sfw

ok let's start with headcannons for the real world

as a doctor, he mainly takes quick showers

contrary to popular belief, i feel like he enjoys hot showers over cold ones. like he's already going to be stressed because of work, so might as well have at least one part of his day be a little relaxing

the only time you can take joint showers with him is during his off-days or if you stay up long enough to catch him coming home

he doesn't like it when you do the latter option because he firmly believes you should take care of yourself and sleep early

even though he runs on 3 hours of sleep maximum every day

he lets you wash his hair after initially (and weakly) refusing

you definitely use scented shampoo on him (strawberry because he thinks floral scents are too strong)

he prefers subtle scents because the hospital is already filled with strong odors.

he'll never admit he likes it when you wash his hair, especially when you massage his scalp

"did you purr a little?"

"I think you need your hearing checked."

loves it when you run your hands up and down his back

you mainly use showering as an excuse to dote on him

likes kissing your neck while you attempt to lather soap on him

random but he installed a non-slip mat on the floor because he doesn't want the two of you to get into any accidents

likes playing with your hair by gathering soap bubbles and dumping them on you

you don't point this out because you're scared he'll withdraw from letting himself be a kid for once

sometimes when it's been a rough day, he lets you hold him in the shower for a moment

just letting the warm water wash away his stress while he melts into your arms

he used to skip lotion until you started putting it on him

he got used to it after that and subconsciously started integrating it into his routine

honestly before you came along, had the worst skincare routine ever

"That's... that's not how you put on facial wash. You need to wash your face with it for at least a minute."

"I'm not a dermatologist, y/n."

"You don't need to be to know that???"

In the borderlands, it's basically the same but without the luxury of proper skin products.

always ALWAYS showers after games

he hates the ick from going outside and keeps himself sane by maintaining cleanliness

surprisingly, he's more forward with asking you to join him

in the real world, you're the one who always asks for permission, but now he always looks for your presence

especially since he knows you could be gone any day

"Do you want to join me?"

"Didn't the heater system break down?"

"I fixed ours. The water's just right."

☄. *. ⋆ nsfw

remember that non-slip mat?

oh yeah, that was definitely for this occasion

he doesn't like lifting you up because again, safety first

prefers standing positions where he can press you up against the wall.

LOVES LOVES LOVES FOGGING UP THE GLASS

he doesn't pull your hair because he knows it'll be prone to breakage

he's such a nerd about bodily care except for when it comes to himself.

holds your neck instead and uses it as leverage to pound into you

either that or he digs his fingers into your hips so he can grind his cock inside you.

makes it his goal to make you squirt at least once

OK THIS IS MY PERSONAL HEADCANNON

it may be because of the tight space, or the bathroom acoustics, or the added privacy

but this man is definitely louder in the shower

you love sucking him off because of this

deep moaning, swearing, whimpering when you're being a little shit and you overstimulate him

plays with your chest a lot because he likes how slippery the soap makes it

LISTEN

also installed a detachable showerhead ;)))

[huellitaa]

౨ৎ ⋆｡• vogue beauty secrets 🐰 ๋࣭ ⭑

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ hair

don't wash your hair every day! i think everybody knows this but i know a couple people who still dont wash their hair only 2-3 times a week. obviously it depends on ur hair type but only wash your hair when it needs it!

don't wash your hair with scalding hot water either. its not only bad for your body and face but its also bad for your hair as it ruins the natural oils and damages cells etc

if you have frizzy or easily knotted hair i recommend keeping a comb on hand in the shower and using it to detangle before putting in any products

i've been emulsifying my shampoo for only a couple of weeks but my hair is sooo much fluffier afterwards so i definitely recommend that!!

now i'm torn on this one but apparently shampooing twice is better for your hair than doing it once? i tried it one time and it did not end well for my hair type but i know it works for a lot of people so if you wanna give it a try then go for it ♡

i squeeze excess water out of my hair before i put in my conditioner so i can completely get it in there without

also change your pillow case often! this is for your face too, as the oils will build up and thats not good for ur hair or face. i change it once a week but 2x a week is good too if you're able 💓

don't go to bed with wet hair. stop doing that. its super bad for your hair and keeping it pretty & fluffy & cute

airdrying is my holy grail, been doing it since i was little and dont regret a thing. its a billion times better than blow drying & makes ur hair so fluffy too ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ body

DO NOT. HAVE. THE WATER. BOILING HOT. i am guilty of this and have been for years but it has such a bad impact and you shouldnt do it! cold showers are better but i prefer warm showers so theres a middle ground (& its always cold in england, so id freeze to death.)

using body lotion after the shower has been such a game changer for me its incredible. makes you smell nice, feel nice, look nice, and its so relaxing and i feel like a princess after i do it <3

exfoliating is really important if your aim is for soft skin 💓 i have been doing it for months and as somebody with super rough skin its SO soft now

partake in some form of exercise. i hated hated hated sports and exercise when i was younger but i did do dance up until i was eleven and have been doing pilates consistently for months now, and my mindset towards it has changed drastically over the years to finally a healthy one. it can be a difficult thing to get into but make it something you enjoy. it doesn't have to be sports. ill make a post on this soon but it can be pilates, kpop dances, running, hot girl walks, anything! and most importantly, do it for mental health and physical health, not losing weight.

make sure you're eating properly. remember that 1400 to 2400 calories of nutritious substance is the MINIMUM. this of course depends on many variables including, weight, height, BMR, what it is your eating, et cetera. your body is so important & is there to be nourished and not neglected !!! ♡ (💭🎀edit: updated info on calories and nutrition from a lovely anon i received a message from this morning! ♡)

change your bedsheets every week if you wanna smell good, this is so important bc sweat and odour will build up if u dont and thats icky and wont make u smell good & probably isnt the best for your skin either!

i also put two similar body washes on in the shower that i get SO many compliments on & its really helpful if one of your priorities is smelling good

dont just wash body wash straight off, let it sit for a few moments so the scent can actually sink into ur skin

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ face

skincare every morning & every night. if ur tired or just not feeling it today then simplify it, just make sure you never leave it out because its super important! no. skipping. no work = no reward.

on this note, try not to have a too complicated skincare routine, as this can backfire and make ur skin worse than before. your skin isnt meant for 18 different products and 200 chemicals every morning!

never wash your face with hot water... this is also a given but just in case... it strips your skin of its natural oils and does more harm than good

stop touching ur face... just for those who need a little reminder

make sure ur sleeping enough. seriously disney princess movies meant it when they talked ab beauty sleep; it seriously makes a difference, so please try make this a priority, especially if you already have dark circles like myself! (like girl did you see aurora's face? my girl's skin was so clear i could see my reflection)

pay attention to what makes ur face puffy or irritated or makes you get break outs. i keep a little break out log in my skincare page in my journal (little teaser for an upcoming post 🤭) and this has helped me go over what helps or hurts my skin! i recommend this especially if ur prone to acne or breakouts 💖

cold spoons in the morning to depuff your eyes; ive only been doing this a handful of times but im making it a habit seeing as it really helps! (as someone who can get vv puffy eyes 😭)

hydration is so important, for everything in this list, but most of all (from my experience) your face! i drink A Lot of water every day. probably a bit too much. but its so worth it, my skin has been absolutely amazing ever since i started actually making hydration a priority. (and this is coming from a girl who didnt touch a drop of water when she was younger & had to go hospital for dehydration several times.)

i'd recommend scrubbing ur lips too in the morning when you brush your teeth, i saw this on pinterest aaages ago bc i had super dry lips and i do it every morning & every night RELIGIOUSLY. its so so good and i definitely recommend

i have super dry lips in the morning so lip balm in the mornings w my skincare is absolutely essential for me

i also put perfume behind my ears & on my neck so its the first thing people smell when they hug me! im a very touchy person and i love hugs and i love showing love to people so this is essential for me but its optional, just makes you smell good ♡

[erwinsvow]

was watching the latest hunger games and i don’t know if you’ve seen it but there’s a scene with snow and lucy gray that is so reader and rafe core. like the scene where he kills the mayor’s daughter and lucy gray is in hysterics and he just grabs her, warns her to pull herself together and go back outside and pretend like he’s not just killed someone and i’m like this is so rafe and his casual dominance with reader. 😍😍

babe STOP you are SOOO onto something here.. + that scene in the movie had me FERAL!!!!! picturing season two after limbrey kills that guy (im so sorry i cannot recall any names.. was too busy staring at rafe's arms)

"oh my god!" you squeal, eyes wide like coins, tears filling up and almost spilling over in a matter of seconds. "oh my god, oh my god-"

rafe fucked up. he shouldn't have gotten you anywhere near this situation, it's his own fault. your insistence on not being too far from him and his own ego that found pleasure in that fact had won him over. rafe liked that you liked him, that you needed him around.

but right now he can tell what you're thinking—probably something along the lines of the fact that he was insane, that his dead body had appeared and he was going to take care of it because he wasn't reacting at all like you were, how any normal person would.

limbrey was staring at you, and a sudden fear ran through his mind that she might try and hurt you too.

"go inside-" he barks at the older lady, who doesn't move, gun in her hand. "go inside! m'gonna have to take care of this, leave-" she stalks off, while you watch with your big wet eyes, shoulders shaking, voice run dry from your screaming.

your reaction is normal, expected. he can't find it himself to even be remotely angry. he leaves the dead body where it is, hands finding your shoulders and dragging you away, like that might help you.

"hey, listen to me. listen to me." he says sternly, and you listen obediently, if not due to fear. "don't scream. don't worry. m'gonna take care of this-this mess, okay? we're gonna be fine."

"r-rafe, she k-killed someone. we, we have to call the police-"

"we're not calling anyone. m'gonna handle it. he was a bad guy, okay, no one's gonna miss him."

"a-and that makes it okay? rafe, you-"

"hey," he barks and you freeze up, listening. "listen, kid, have i ever gotten you hurt? haven't i kept you safe? hm?" he wants an answer, so you nod, still shell shocked. "s'gonna be fine. keep it together. i can't have you like this. we're gonna be fine."

"o-okay." you look down at your white shirt, observing tiny little dots of blood. "what, what do i-"

"go inside. throw this shirt in the fireplace. and then go upstairs to my room and take a shower. okay? i gotta take care of this first. then i'll come join you, got it? alright?"

"okay," you repeat, nodding, frozen. you look up at your boyfriend one last time, trusting him like you always do, even when a little part of you is screaming to run and take off in the other direction. "what're you gonna d-do, with him, uh-"

"i don't know, kid. i need to get you away from it first. just go upstairs, please-" your shoulders relax as soon as the sentence leaves his lips. your mind goes fuzzy, like it always does around rafe, but hearing that even in this insane, unfathomable situation, that his first priority is you, makes your head spin.

you lean in, pressing a kiss to rafe's lips, not pulling away until a minute has passed, your shaking hands tight on his arms.

like always, you follow the instructions he's given you, walking away and heading inside, shedding your clothes and burning them, cleaning yourself in the scalding water until you can smell nothing but the vanilla of your soap and the pine of rafe's shampoo. once out, you put on one of his shirts and some of his long white socks, everything feeling cold still.

you wait patiently on his bed, not able to focus on anything on your phone. when rafe walks in, you don't move, letting him come sit beside you.

"what did you-" you start, before being interrupted.

"don't ask, kid." rafe doesn't sound mad, rather protective. "if i tell you, you're in this shit now. can't have that."

you wrap your arms around his neck, crawling into rafe's lap and into a tight hug. his hands tense around your waist, and you close your eyes, inhaling the scent of his skin. he doesn't smell like blood, at the very least, so you think he hasn't done anything crazy yet.

or crazier, you correct yourself.

"the swamp. in the woods. there's gators, and foxes, and who knows what else." it comes out as a whisper, like you're scared that the walls might overhear. "if you bring him there, no one will find him. if no one finds him you can't get in trouble."

rafe pulls out of the hug to look at you, all shaky limbs and wet eyes. he presses a kiss to your forehead.

[cottonlemonade]

Payback

word count: 932 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: university AU!Kyoutani x chubby!Reader

genre: fluffy-ish spice, established relationship

warnings: mdni, very suggestive

request: fluffy spice, 2.16 a.m. with boyfriend Kyoutani

It was very late and Kyoutani jumped a little when he heard the soft taps of your elaborate knock routine on his door. To be fair there was little need for secrecy. Mostly because his friend in the adjacent room was still playing games, evident by the occasional cursing he could clearly hear through the wall.

Earlier today on impulse Kyoutani had suggested you should come over to stay with him after finishing up at the library so you wouldn‘t have to go the whole way back to your dorm on the other side of campus. It was all in the name of safety, obviously, and only slightly motivated by the thought of having your warm body next to him in bed.

The previously mentioned friend very intentionally eavesdropped on this conversation and he had not let Kyoutani go before a lot of hollering and an equal amount of suggestive comments. But when the permanently scowling ace, who had driven away any potential roommate with his less than sunny predisposition, didn‘t reply to any of it, his friend had loudly concluded that Kyoutani was probably not a very good lover anyway and so he shouldn‘t assume that anything spicy would happen.

Your boyfriend frowned when he smelled the familiar scent of your shampoo as he opened the door to let you in.

“I thought ya were gonna come straight over.“ He couldn‘t suppress the pout in his voice. If you would have told him he would have walked you back to your dorm.

You smiled and stood on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck when the door closed behind you.

“I know, I‘m sorry. But I had to get my Pyjamas, and a quick shower was too tempting and- are you mad?“

“Tch... no.“

“You sure?“

He was very glad that the darkness of his room masked the blush on his cheeks that usually appeared whenever you got affectionate with him - so, all the time.

His hands came to rest on your waist, giving your generous love handles a gentle squeeze when he finally returned your kisses. To be honest, he was fully intending to just have you tightly wrapped in his arms all night but the softness of your lips, the tantalizing smell of magnolia, and your body pressed against his all gave him a different idea. Still kissing you, he walked backward until he hit the bed. You pulled away and in the faint glow of the lanterns outside in the courtyard, he could see you smile and search his eyes in silent question.

He replied by sitting down at the foot of his bed, pulling you on top of him to straddle his lap. With fanned-out fingers, he held tight onto your pudgy thighs while you cupped his face to continue the kiss. With a quiet sigh, you brushed your tongue along his bottom lip and he readily opened his mouth for you. Once again you broke away but only to take off your shirt and toss it somewhere into a corner. His breathing stop for a moment.

You had to give him credit that he kept his eyes fixed on your face even with your breasts right in front of him, although his hands were a different matter entirely.

He leaned in to kiss you again, pulling you closer with every increasingly desperate noise. Sure enough, his breathing soon became shallower, his movements needier, grabbing you harder than before to get more friction between you. He ran his lips over your neck, letting one hand wander up your back to hold you in place while he dipped lower again, marking every bit of skin on your breasts he could reach.

You pushed him down onto the bed, careful not to lose contact while you made your way up to the headboard, shimmying out of your sweats. You were lying on your side now, enjoying the effect you had on your boyfriend. Your fingertips traced the veins in his arms and you sighed in contentment at the kisses he set on your shoulder and neck.

Considerably out of breath you decided to tease him and turned your back to him. Your delighted giggles told him it was safe to move in close and it wasn’t long before you felt him push against you. Smiling privately, you ground against him, pretending you were just shifting for comfort. But Kyoutani wasn’t having it. His large cold hands grabbed the inside of your thigh and lifted your leg to lay over his own, leaving you very exposed and very aware of what he was planning.

At first, his hand only ghosted over you, testing the waters to see if you would object. When you didn’t, he applied a bit more pressure, circling his thumb with alternating force against you. You didn’t even have time to get impatient. Kyoutani kissed and nibbled at your neck when he pushed your panties aside to pay you back for your teasing. He touched you for what felt like hours, slowing when he felt you were close and adding his second hand to play with your nipples to drive you insane.

No more cursing was coming from the room next door. When Kyoutani finally decided to let you cum, you put a hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds, not wanting to alert the entire floor to what was happening, but he, overcome by lust, defiance and what could only be classified as temporary insanity, pulled your hand away and murmured “Let him hear you.” while he smirked against your skin.

a/n: thank you to the anon who requested this prompt! No worries, you did it perfectly! ^^ I hope you enjoyed it 🌟

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[elfven-blog]

Proven Right

Summary: Leon has been fascinated with his neighbour for 5 years now, and he finally comes back from Spain with a plan. RE4!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, Stalking, camera watching, compromising picture, mutual masturbation , p in v, creampie (if I have missed any please let me know)

Word count: 3K

It had started when he had moved out of the training dorms and finally into his own apartment. There had been a subtle scent of peaches float past his open door as he moved the meagre number of possessions he had into the small apartment. It had been 5 years since then, and yeah, he could have moved since then. Lord knows he could afford it, but that would also mean moving away from you.

The scent of peaches quickly became his favourite, after he’d managed to befriend you over the years and had access to your home he’d found some of the products you used. The peach scrub, peach body mist and some of the lip gloss you wore too…he had duplicates of all of them. He’d even brought the same shampoo and conditioner as you once but then you made a comment about how you preferred his previous smell, and he quickly went back to that.

It wasn’t just your scent that he had adopted, he learnt to cook some of your favourite food (loving the look on your face when he had ‘extra’ and the way you’d bake him brownies in response), he’d watched your favourite film over and over until he had it memorised and could make offhand comments when you watched it together, and he’d even read up on that game with zombies that you seemed so obsessed with. Had even helped you beat some of the harder fights…and God Leon has sworn to get better video games, the way you watched with awe as he fired the virtual gun and how you flung your arms around him and pulled him so tight that he could feel your breasts press up against him.

Maybe he had that banked in his memory store to use in the shower.

“Lee! Oh my god, are you okay?” He was pulled from his trailing mind at the sound of that sweet voice as he turned from his door to look at you. Dishevelled, door open most of the way, slippers on his feet and it looked like you had rushed to the door at the sound of his key in his own doors lock. But wait…was that his shirt? He thought he had lost it months ago; he must have left it at yours during one of your many movie nights. You could keep it, looked so much better on you. “I was so worried”.

About him? You’re so sweet. He smiles at you, nodding his head and moving away from his door to wrap his arms around you. This wasn’t an odd amount of affection for the both of you. Leon felt himself relax as your arms wrapped around him too, squeezing him tight. “Sorry darling, they really needed me at the other branch”.

He felt you pat his back, and he pulled away so you wouldn’t get uncomfortable with too long of a hug. You smile up at him as you both pull back, and he notices the bags under your eyes before you shrug at him “It’s okay, missed our weekly sleepover but you can make it up to me this weekend?” Leon had never nodded so fast.

He watched as you walked back into your apartment before opening his own and moving in through the door.

When Leon received your message that you had finished work, and he could come over he felt his heart race. He stared at himself in the mirror as he finished getting ready, making sure to use that cologne he’d noticed you seemed to enjoy. Always leaning closer when he wore it.

He had plan. Today, tonight. It would work.

Leon watched his phone on the counter as he made sure his cuts were covered and nothing would be too painful, the screen lit up with the inside of your apartment. And there you were, flitting around to make sure there were enough blankets and snacks, and you had even gone out and brought his favourite drink.

A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Something that would be immensely helpful tonight, these cameras that he’d helped you install for security reasons. It felt like pure luck when you asked him for that help, learning what make and company the camera was meant it was much easier to hack into. And getting one of the IT specialists to do it was even easier with his clearance. ‘Just want to see if I should get a different one if this is too easy get into’.

He moved out of the bathroom, phone still in hand as he grabbed the snacks he’d gone and brought for the both of you. Once he’d made sure his door was locked, triple checking just in case, it was mere seconds before he was letting himself into your apartment. Something you both often did when expecting each other, no need to knock. “Hey! Brought snacks” his rough timbre sounded out and you replied with a short ‘Living room!’.

He took his boots off at the door, making his way to where you were, smiling at you as he put the snacks down before sitting close to you on the sofa. His arm resting on the back, and his legs spreading. Leon had worn those jeans you’d complimented, the ones that hugged his legs in a way that showed the muscle he’d spent years building. You could never keep your eyes off his thighs in these jeans, and then you’d spend the rest of the night with your hand between your own.

You didn’t question the position he put himself in, it feels almost natural to be this close to him, to have his warmth permeate into your side as you leant your head back against his arm. You pulled the thick blanket over both of you, Leons brows furrowing as it covered the sight of his legs, so he pushed it off him and pulled it to cover more of you. When you turned your head to look at him he shrugged and mumbled an excuse of not being cold right now. You accepted the reason with a nod before asking what movie he wanted to watch.

The blonde pretended to think for a moment before taking the remote and putting a movie on, “This one’s meant to be good…haven’t seen it yet” He knew you hadn’t either, and there was no indication of the special part in this movie, one he knew would get you biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together.

And it’s bit further into the movie where he’s proven right, you’ve been stealing glances at him all night. Your eyes lingering on his legs and the arm around the back of the sofa, which has, for unknown reasons, managed to slip down to round your waist. His fingers drawing circles across the soft skin of your waist. Distractingly. But you manage to keep your eyes on the screen, not wanting to ruin whatever friendship you’d built with the man and worried that he would never feel the same.

You had understood why he picked this movie, a great distraction from the ‘government job’ he’d told you he had. Never telling you specifics but it had him away for days at a time so it must be tiresome. But you hadn’t expected a full 10 minutes of sex to play part way during it, and by the way he sighed, and a pink dusted his cheeks neither had Leon. It was a good movie; you could power through a few minutes…okay 5 that’s a good length…10? Why’s it still going.

Eyes glued to the screen as your breath shallowed, and thighs pressed together you tried to pretend it wasn’t affecting you. That you weren’t imagining your hot blonde neighbour being the one to bend you over that desk like the protagonist currently was to the partner he had. That you weren’t thinking of him drawing those slow circles somewhere else.

Leons hasn’t been paying attention to the movie since the scene began, to focused on the way your tongue darts out to wet your lips, or how your hand twitches against the blanket. His hand moves a little lower, pulling you closer to him and you don’t even realise. Just sink into his side. Your eyes almost have no colour, his hand plays with the band of your shorts. He moves himself slowly, legs pressed against yours and your head turns lightly.

A small gasp you hope he didn’t hear as you snap your head back to the screen. Pretending you didn’t see the bulge in his jeans, that it didn’t cause your pussy to flicker and fill with slick. This time it’s your turn to move, and hope Leon doesn’t notice. Your hand settles on his thigh, close but not where he wants it. Of course, he’s noticed, in fact he slides down in the seat. Your hand resting over his cock from where it strains in the fabric, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

His hips rolled up into your hand with a low groan, and you palmed at him wanting to hear more. Were you really doing this? Letting your neighbour use your hand to get off? Yes, God yes. It was then that you noticed his own hand had slipped below your shorts and suddenly you felt embarrassed.

“No underwear, sweet girl?” The tips of your ears turned red as one of his fingers slipped between your wet lips, gathering slick before swirling at your clit. “How brave, maybe you were hoping this would happen?” Just like him, except he didn’t hope, he knew. Just like he planned.

He drew a moan out of you as your thighs spread to give him more access, your own hand shakily moving to undo his jeans so you could pull him out. His head fell back at the contact of your cool hand on his hot skin, it felt so much better than he ever could imagine. His hand dipped further down to tease at your hole as it clenched around nothing, smiling at the sweet noises you gave him. They sounded so much better in person then on the shitty mic quality of the camera. Gifting you his owns whines as your hand squeezed the base of his cock before moving up at a slow teasing pace.

Neither of you paying attention to the movie playing, your head falling back onto his shoulder, and he took this opportunity to lean forward and lick his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes closed and you happily let him, mouth opening to reciprocate the messy kisses he was giving you. Leon kissed you like a man starved, until there was spit dribbling down your chin and you were squirming against his hand. Grinding your hips down as your thighs clenched around his wrist, you whined into his mouth and pushed up against him, needing more.

Leon pulled away and you pouted, chasing his mouth before his hand stopped you. His thumb swiping the saliva on your bottom lip before pushing past into your mouth. You suck his thumb, tongue swirling around it in the same way he circles your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, eyes pleading at him. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, moving to press his ringers against the sweet spot in your cunt. “C’mon sweet girl, wont you come for me?”

And that’s all it takes for your back to arch, your legs to clench around his wrist as the building pleasure snaps and you gush against his hand. You feel it drip down your thighs and a wet spot grows on the sofa below you. Leon pulls his hand out, moving to lay you down “Is it okay if I?” You nod at him desperately, hands pulling at his shirt. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, honey” He removes his jeans and under wear completely before pulling down your shorts.

Your mouth drops open at the sight of his cock slapping at his stomach, you had felt how big he was but you hadn’t seen it. “I don’t think you’ll fit, too big, Leon” He shakes his head, moving to kneel on the sofa, his hands hooking around your knees and pushing them up to your shoulders. Your hands clench at the blanket somewhat forgotten.

“It will fit, I’ll make it fit” He gave himself a few strokes before moving the tip between your dripping folds, bumping the clit, and making both of you moan “God baby, so hot” he groaned out as he pushed into you slowly, making you take him inch by inch. You whined as he stretched you out, hands moving to grip his arms. Leon’s movement stutters slightly at the feel of your nails digging into him, but he bottoms out and gives you a moment to adjust. “Told you, I’d make it fit. Feels good don’t it, pretty?”

Your eyes are closed, and you nod, “Yes! Feels so good, Lee” you tug his arms, hips rolling up and he gets the message. His own hips rut into you, he’s setting a face pace immediately and while he did want to take his time with you, he couldn’t wait. You both needed this, needed him buried deep inside you as he bullied his cock into you at a brutal pace. The blonde presses his body weight onto you, forcing your knees past your ears and his hips don’t stop.

One of his hands move your body, gently touching your breasts before stopping at your neck where it makes the prettiest necklace. He applies a slight pressure, enough to have you arching up and gasping as your eyes open to look up at him. And your legs shake at the sight of this man above you. He looks nothing short of an angel. Your cunt clenches around his cock as his hips snap into your thighs and the head bumps your cervix.

His other hand leaves a bruise of the fat of your thigh from the grip, he leans down to press another searing kiss to your mouth, and he keeps his pace up. The sound of his skin hitting yours fills the apartment, and you almost feel sorry for your other neighbours if it wasn’t for the pleasure clouding your mind. His tongue licks into your mouth, wet and heavy as you try to keep up with his pace but your legs shake and he grins into the kiss before he’s pulling away “What’s wrong honey? Gonna cum again already? Don’t be shy, sweetheart”.

Leons mouth travels from yours to your neck, leaving marks into your skin that match the one on your thigh, until he’s level with your tits. His eyes remain on you as your head falls back. The sensation of his tongue swirling at your nipple and the drag of his cock against your walls has your mind spinning. Words fall on your tongue, turning into whimpers as he suckles at your breasts. He gently nips before moving on the other one “Looked a lil lonely, better make it even” and he does. Your nothing but a shaky mess below him while he decorates your skin in reds. He has you pinned down as your hips buck up.

Then the hand from your thigh moves between your bodies, down to where he’s been grinding into you. His thumb finding your sensitive clit again, the feeling as you squeeze down onto him again and he moans around your breast. Leon starts to rut into you slower, causing you to be frustrated but he only looks up at you from where he mouths at your nipple with a raised eyebrow. He does one hard and fast thrust and your head is thrown back. He keeps this rhythm up, slow thrusts with one fast for a while until your squirming.

“leon, please, faster, need” He lets go of your tit with a pop, moving so he’s kneeling up right. His hand squeezes your neck once before both are placed on the back of your thighs. Suddenly you get the feeling you should have let him continue his pace. But your eyes are rolling back as you try to find something to grip, his hips piston into you ruthless pace. Skin slapping against skin. Your mind is blank, and Leon adores the looks on your face as he fucks you merciless.

He feels your legs tremble below his fingers, and he pushes you further back so he can watch as your pussy sucks him in, trying to keep his cock buried deep inside you. Spit drools down your chin, your eyes unfocused on anything as you stare at the ceiling, unable to think of anything but the way Leon fucks you. With a loud moan, you reach that peak again. Legs kicking as well as they can in this position “Oh fuck!” falls from Leons mouth as he continues grinding into you, his body falling onto yours as he follows quickly. His hot load filling you with thick ropes.

You both lay there for a moment before you feel Leon move, he sits back up on his haunches, phone in hand. And you whine “Just want some pictures of my pretty girl, they’re all for me don’t you worry” the idea almost has you wanting to go again, instead you look at him and move your hands to help hold your legs up. Leon’s eyes darken as he begins taking pictures. Some of him still plugging you up, but most of the way his seed spills out of you and a video (that you don’t realise he’s taken) of him pushing it back in.

When he’s done and the phones back on the floor, he leans down to press sweet kisses to your mouth, his hand soothing over your thighs and gently massaging your breasts. “Want me to help you to the bathroom, sweet girl?” The nod you gives him is slow, your head still syrupy as he picks you up bridal style, carefully carrying you to the bathroom.

[livingdeadmlm]

Slight Age Gap with Daisuke 7/31

Pronouns: The reader refers to themself as a man once, and the Daisuke treats the reader as male mentally. 

Physical Sex: not described

How far are things going? He is jerking off, and it implies he asks for a sexual favor after the fic ends

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of shitty porn tropes, Daisuke pictures while jerking off, slight age gap dramatize for the kink of the day. Reader is meant to be 24-26 and daisuke is meant to be 20-22 (yeah not that big comapred to the people doing 40+ dating 20 on this hellsite but whateva)

Outline: Daisuke has been lacking free time, especially with his slightly older coworker, so he takes whatever chance he gets for some relief

What inspired me to write how I did: Nothing!

Other: there is very little content fanfic wise for the fandom, so as I do, I join a month late with something half as good as what has been already posted, lol. But if you like this and want more my requests are always open!!!

You shouldn't fuck your coworkers; it's very frowned upon. Not only can it cause unnecessary work drama, it can negatively affect productivity. The two people could start fighting, or production slows down in favor of sneaking off. It was so looked down upon that Pony Express had a whole section in their training videos discouraging it. Even though Daisuke was an intern, he had to watch every video, granted very loosely. But what he did remember was the videos said nothing about jerking off to your coworkers. 

With the others walking in and out semi-frequently when they needed your assistance to fix something, it was hard to catch some alone time, especially with you.

As Daisuke lay comfortably on his bed, the soft glow from his small handheld game illuminated his face, twisted in focus. The rhythmic clicks and cheerful beeps signaled each successful move he made. As you entered the room, the air was filled with the faint scent of soap and shampoo, letting him know you had just finished a shower without looking. 

With droplets of water still clinging to your hair, you stepped over to your side of the room, your skin slightly dewy. As you kicked off your slippers and searched through your bags, you looked much more relaxed as Daisuke glanced over.

A cartoony sound of a crash echoed from the console as the intern was momentarily distracted and couldn't help but gaze at your bent-over figure. The colorful screen on the console flickered as the game over scene flashed. The intern's eyes widened as he tried to groan to cover up the fact that he lost because he was staring at your ass.

"Do you still want to borrow a blanket, Daisuke? I have an extra. These wool blankets make your skin feel awful in the long run." your voice gently broke the silence as you turned with the black blanket folded in your hands. Subconsciously, Daisuke rubbed his hands against the itchy wool before nodding. 

You smiled, walking over to his bed and letting the blanket unfold in your hands. "Here, I'll tuck you in!" yanking off the hospital-esque wool blanket and replacing it with the plush black one you had packed. The blanket covered Daisuke completely as your hands tucked him in snugly. He couldn't help but laugh as you made a big show, tucking him in so tight. Your hands slipped under his body to make sure he was fully tucked in. Having your hands touch him so much made him a bit shy.

Laughter filled the air as you shared a sweet moment, your fingers gently resting on Daisuke's chest after giving it a firm pat. Unbeknownst to you, his heart raced wildly at the unexpected warmth of your touch. Your giggles quickly stopped as the door swung open, revealing curly. 

"(Name), the light in my washroom went out. Would you be able to come and change the bulb? Jimmy keeps trying, but it's not turning on." Curlies's face was sheepish at the request, especially since it was so close to bedtime. 

"Of course, caption," You did a small salute; Daisuke internally cursed at Curly for interrupting one of the few moments of touch you two have had. "Just had to tuck in the intern; can't have him sneaking off and causing trouble!" your hand grazed his hair as you stepped away from the bed, following a chuckling Curly out of the room. As you stepped out of the room, he caught your words. 'No, I'm kidding, he's a very good boy.'

Daisuke cast his gaze downward, taking in your words as he stared at his body swathed in the soft, tightly wrapped blanket. A familiar scent wafted through the air, enveloping him in a comforting embrace. It was a delightful combination of your body wash intertwined with the freshness of what he presumed was your laundry soap, a subtle, clean aroma. Beneath it all, he caught the unmistakable, soothing essence of you—something uniquely personal that lingered in the fabric.

As he began to unwind himself from the cocoon of warmth, he carefully shifted his position, rolling onto his side with his back turned towards the door. The smooth texture of the blanket brushed against his skin, and he instinctively pressed his face into it, inhaling deeply. Each breath brought him closer to that unreachable sense of comfort and safety as he reveled in the intimate sensations of the fabric against his cheek. Daisukes hand traveled down. He wore a loose pair of sleep shorts, making slipping his hands into his boxers easy.

He always had the vague idea he was gay or desired men in some way, especially during and after high school. Even now, 3 years later, he didn't think about it. Didn't think about it as his hand took firm hold of his dick. Didn't think about it as he held the blanket closer to his nose. He didn't think about it as all he could imagine was you. He didn’t think about it, as your words echoed in Daisuke's mind. Imagining you on top of him, pulling off his clothes, and while you wouldn't be his first kiss, you would be his first brush with non-awkward sexual contact. Daisuke covered his mouth as a whine ripped through his throat at the quick pace he set for himself. The fleece blanket you had brought from home filled his senses with your smell.

He didn't have much time or could make much noise, as the door was still cracked open. He could hear the muffled talking and ignored it instead of focusing on crossing the finish line. Thinking of your bent-over figure and the times you'd press against him trying to squeeze by in electrical. Your head would be close to his when you'd help him with a level.

A light, muffled, wet noise started as his cock began to drool. His lack of experience led him to imagine whatever scenarios he had seen in shitty pornos. Being a couple of years younger, he couldn't help but think of ones with more of a… power dynamic.

You in a button-up shirt with the first three undone tight slacks on pressing him against a blackboard in an empty lecture hall, his own tiny, poor quality plaid skirt, that he didn't have time to make sense of if he was supposed to be a college student, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Bending him over a desk, pushing up his black a-line skirt, and tearing his black nylon stockings as his thin-framed glasses mushed against the desk. As papers were scattered all over the floor around the desk. With a huff, Daisuke changed his laying position to lay on his back. His hand didn’t falter, but he was so close he could feel the slight tingle in his stomach start.

Handcuffed as you slide a baton up his orange jumpsuit-covered thigh, calling him a naughty boy. He couldn't help the slight whine that slipped as his legs shook with each pass of his hand. Now, picturing you taking advantage of his often spread-out position on the oversized couch in the main lobby. Your uniform is in its usual half-undone state as you slot yourself between his legs, ‘you’ve been such a good boy, Daisuke; how about a reward, huh? What do you want me to do?’ Deep eyes gazed into his own as his breath stuck in his throat. Your hands caressing his thighs, your head resting against his boner made very clear from his jeans.

Reaching the edge, eyes squinting and half-dyed blond hair splayed across the pillow, he finally spilled over his hand. The hot liquid coated the back of his palm as he huffed, the reality of his desperation not hitting him yet. He panted as he heard your thumping footsteps making their way back to the room. Grabbing a tissue from the bedside table, each employee was provided with a tissue. Daisuke cleaned off his hand and shoved the tissue under his pillow.

“Well, it's time to turn in, don’t you think? “ Daisuke quickly uncovered his face from the blanket. “Hey- are you okay? You’re all red!” You rushed over, placing a hand against his forehead, which, as you thought, was burning up.

“No! I’m okay. I just passed out for a second and had a, um, nightmare.” You sighed in relief, your hand remaining on Daisuke's forehead.

“It’s your first time on the Tulpar, and I get it. I would always have nightmares my first year as well.” You coughed awkwardly, taking your hand off his forehead.

“Sorry if it feels like I ever baby you, Daisuke; you coming on at the very last minute, and having never done this before, I feel a bit protective over your first experience here.” Your voice was somber, and while work was work, it made you sad to witness someone just a couple of years your junior facing the possibility of being tethered to this job for a long time as you have been

Daisukes throat was dry. The major shift in mood was hard to grasp as he squeaked out a thank you. You smiled softly. “I have to remember you are just three years younger and are just as much of a man as I am, and if you need my help, you know you can ask!” Daisuke squirmed at how he twisted your words for his dirty mind.

“I could teach you some handyman work when Swansea gets off your back a bit. I've been doing it for years, and sharing my craft would be fun to hang out!” You mumbled about being grateful for someone your age here, as everyone else was almost 10+ years older. Daisuke said a resounding yes to your offer. With a big grin, you stood up and shut the door, and the light in the room was flicked off as you wished Daisuke a good night.

“I think there is something I need help with (Name).”

[eclipseberrycake]

Funhouse (Looey x Reader)

AN: Hey guys guess who's a new Sprout main? Me. A Rodger kept taking tapes right in front of me, literally calling me over only to take them the second i was close enough. His friend was playing as Bobette. You took something I loved Rodger main, I'm taking something you love. Since I can't draw her pregnant, she's the new villain until someone else pisses me off. Not yet though. I will bide my time.

Anyway.

☁ Looey. Looey. He's such a guy. A goofy lil' goober.

☁ If you don't think he's with another circus based toon, you're crazy. He's a little too...crazy for lack of a better term. Looey I think really needs someone to match his energy, so another circus toon would be perfect!

☁ Stay with me- A Healer! Toon, who's special ability is kind of like a tightrope. It attaches them to the nearest wall and let's them cross an area without being spotted for like 5 seconds.

☁ I think it's neat especially with Looey.

☁ He's a distractor, evidently, and if you haven't picked it up I love the Distractor X Healer Trope.

☁ Imagine he's running and for some reason nearly gets snapped by Twisted Scraps only for a thing of cotton candy to fall in front of him? I've only ever seen Goobs and Scraps really catch Looey mains tbh.

☁ ANYWAY

☁ They probably use circus foods instead of cupcakes or cookies. And you KNOW Looey loves his circus foods. My personal hc is that he wasn't always part of Gardenview and was part of a circus at some point, so he gets a little homesick :(

☁ Maybe you two both came from the circus in fact and found refuge in Gardenview and joined their cause! That would be cute! Just two sweethearts looking for a safe haven for themselves.

☁ Speaking of which! Looey is so sweet! And cheeky too!

☁ He's constantly giving you little flowers with a cheeky little grin, pecking your cheek and running off before you could even reciprocate, or tapping one shoulder is to make you look only to round around the other side.

☁ He also loves rubbing against you to make your fur/hair all puffy from the static electricity.

☁ He also has so many cool little skills. Like, he can juggle on a unicycle kind of things. He can make balloon animals and is scary good at those scammy carnival games. If you ever get the chance to go to a carnival with Looey, you should know he's pinpointing the largest teddy bear there and you're walking out with it.

☁ On runs, since he's distracting, he doesn't stress too much about you. He trusts you can handle yourself! He only struggles when he knows he's teetering the edge of becoming a twisted and you come to heal him. Your ability makes it easier on him though!

☁ He's always eternally grateful when he hears to deployment of your line, and sees the treat, but never sees you! Not that he doesn't love you and seeing you! But not seeing you while he's distracting is truly best.

☁ He takes the healing well honestly. He's sits with a cheeky, "Alright alright." Gazing at you lovingly the entire time, even if you're scolding him.

☁ The kind of dude to play pranks on his lover for sure. But not mean, tiktok incel pranks, but the confuse don't abuse pranks. :) Like that one husband with his blind husband! He's adding shampoo while you're in the shower and trying to wash it out. He's adding more fries to your plate every time you look away so you think it's an endless plate. He's such a menace.

☁ And he's quick too! So you can't even get him back! Like that one video where the girlfriends dumps cold water on her bf in the shower and he grabs her before she can escape and pulls her in? That's y'all.

☁ You guys probably have a whole lotta activities you do together. Small little hobbies he sees somewhere and wants to try at least once.

☁ Baking turned into some sort of adventure! You've seen Sprout and Cosmo do it with their sweethearts and they always end the time laughing, covered in flour and icing and feeding each other desserts.

☁ Funnel cakes was the treat he was craving when he walked up to you one lazy afternoon. There were no runs going on, supplies were stocked and everyone was taking the well needed break to catch up on some housekeeping, little chores they had been putting off or even just simply napping. It was a day of rest and relaxation!

☁ But Looey wouldn't let that slide. He's had a craving for the sweet treat for so long and now, he has the time to drag you to help him make it! The normal bakers were scattered, out of the kitchen, one of them napping with one of their partners while the other was folding laundry with the other next to them. So that meant it was open!

☁ You yourself were on a device, scrolling through some app that started with a T, reading silently while curled in a blanket. You looked so content there, he almost hesitated to ruin it.

☁ That did not stop him from running full speed only to jump onto you, nuzzling into your neck as you squealed at the intrusion. "Gumdrop!" He cheered while your squeals turned into laughter, pecking soft pecks to your cheeks and lips. "Let's do something!"

☁ "I was doing something." You giggled, brushing back his ears before they popped right back up. He shook his head to make them wave back and forth and tap against your hands, making you laugh again as you moved to hold his head. "But I guess I can share my attention."

☁ "Great!" His tail gave a wag. "I was hoping you and I could go on another baking adventure. I'm thinking funnel cakes!" He cheered, making you roll your eyes fondly.

☁ "Is that what you want now?" You tease, closing your device and setting it to the side.

☁ "At this very second? No. I want a kiss." He beams, making you laugh once more. You give him a sweet little peck, hearing his tail wave side to side rapidly.

☁ Once he was satisfied, he stood with a sweet bow, extending a hand to you. Once you took it, he helped you up before hooking your elbows together, rehashing the time he spent earlier while you had some alone time back to you.

☁ You listened with an attentive ear, smiling the entire time. By the time you made it to the kitchen, he was going on about the game of Crib he and Finn had been playing earlier, and how he had won- even if you knew he had been using the tricks he used in the circus to flub the cards.

☁ You pointed out as much, moving around the kitchen a little clumsily. You found what you needed well enough however, setting it out along with the utensils needed. Looey knew himself well enough to know where his limits lie, so he put a pot of oil on the stove, turning the burner on before stepping back, watching you whip up a quick batter.

☁ "You look glorious, you know that?" He teased, watching your cheeks flush as you tried hiding your smile. He loved seeing that look on your face, especially knowing it was because of him.

☁ There was something about you that just had him acting like a whole new toon! It was kind of uncanny really. He wouldn't admit, except to maybe you, but at the beginning of his time with the circus, he feared he was too different. Too much. And he hated being alone.

☁ Then you showed up and life hasn't been the same. He will forever be eternally grateful to have you in his life and fully plans to cherish you for as long as you will allow him too.

☁ It was why he insisted on having moments like these so often. He never wanted to say he wished he could've done it with you and would've rather had the memories to look back on. Especially with the twisteds. He had only been a twisted once, and could only remember running and running and running hoping to find you or any trace of you.

☁ Waking up, back to himself, and seeing you was one of the best-worst moments of his life.

☁ He knew seeing him like that must've been scary for you and tried desperately to erase that memory with only good ones.

☁ And if sifting powdered sugar onto freshly fried dough and drizzling it with your favorite sweet sauce helped erase some of those bad memories too?

☁ Well, he found he didn't mind a single bit, laughing at the powder dusting you nose as you fed him the first bite of the first treat, laughing when he got sauce all over his face.

[twisted-tales-told]

hiiiii “I need a place to stay.” pls xx

I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I GOT THIS

This ask game

It's two o'clock in the morning when Sirius wakes to a pounding on his front door.

Remus groans in bed beside him, throwing a pillow over his head--which becomes a unanimous vote against Sirius that it is in fact him that will be getting the door.

The night has been dramatic enough as it is, a storm throwing out the power for most of the evening and the clashing of thunder and lighting overhead being frequent enough that Albernathy the third--James' cat--has been hiding under the bed.

"Alright, alright I'm coming!" Sirius shouts when another round of banging begins.

He swings open the door, ready to give an earful to whoever it is--most likely James, forgetting his key for the 20th time, but all the words get stuck in his throat at the sight of his little brother standing there, dripping onto their welcome mat.

"I need a place to stay," Regulus blurts out before Sirius can even begin to think of words.

Sirius drags his eyes from Regulus' slightly frantic expression, his curly hair dripping onto his jacket--which is way too posh for two am--and finally to the backpack he's carrying swung over one shoulder.

"Pads," comes a drowsey voice behind him, "who's at the--Reggie?"

Sirius glances over his shoulder to see James in the hall behind him, glasses on, no shirt, and wearing his spider-man pyjama pants.

"Can I get a towel?" Regulus asks, far too polite for someone shaking like a leaf.

"Yes," Sirius stutters out, somehow far too loud. "I--yes. Prongs?"

"Going."

Sirius steps out of the way, letting Regulus into the apaetment. They regard each other silently for a second.

"May I...take your coat?" Sirius asks, cringing inwardly at the causalness.

But Regulus huffs a laugh, "only if you have one I can borrow."

"I do." Sirius tries, meeting Regulus' eye. "Have one you can borrow."

Regulus' expression is too open for Sirius' taste. He barely knows the boy--man now, standing in front of them.

"Regulus--" he starts, but he's interrupted by James returning with some clothes and a towel.

"I think these should fit," James shoves them into Regulus' arms, "bathroom is at the end of the hall. Feel free to use any of the products there. Sirius' fancy shampoos especially."

"Thank you," Regulus quietly toes off his shoes and pads down to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. A moment later Sirius hears the shower turn on.

"This is not how I saw my night going," Sirius pinches the bridge of his nose.

"What do you think happened?" James asks, fiddling with one of the drawstrings to his pants, "I mean--do you think your parents..."

"I have no idea," Sirius sighs, running a hand through his hair. "He's staying, either way."

"Of course," James says seriously. "He's always been welcome here."

"It's been three years," Sirius bites his lip. "A lot can change in three years."

James looks down the hall, and for once in his life, Sirius has no idea how to read his expression. But then James turns back to him, hand gripping Sirius' shoulder tight. "And some things don't ever change."

Part II

[outsideratheart]

Mornings With You (Leah Williamson x reader)

A/N: This is short but I was in a lovey dovey mood.

It had been late by the time you arrived home. Your flight from Barcelona had been delayed meaning that Leah was long asleep by the time you walked through the door. 

Harry Potter was playing on the TV. It told you that Leah went ahead with your planned Wizarding World marathon without you. She was curled up on the sofa, blanket tucked up to her chin with light snores escaping her mouth. 

“Hello sunflower” your thumb brushed across her cheek bone. 

“I tried to stay awake” Leah didn’t open her eyes but she did turn her head to move into your touch. 

“I know baby. How about we go to bed?” 

The blonde nods her head with little to no energy as she was still half asleep. Leah may have agreed with you but she made no effort to move. You didn’t mind though, you scooped her up and carried her bridal style into your bedroom. 

Within seconds you were changed and laying in bed with your girlfriend in your arms. These are the moments you missed when you slept alone at night in Barcelona. The scent of Leah’s strawberry shampoo lulled you into a sweet slumber. 

The next morning you turn onto your side hoping to wrap your arms around Leah’s waist only her side of the bed is empty but not cold. Mornings were suppose to be spent in bed, awake or asleep, especially so when you find out that is isn’t even 9am. 

You close your eyes and listen, maybe she’s in the shower and you can join her but you don’t hear running water. Instead you hear the soft sound of Fleetwood Mac and mumbles of frustration coming from downstairs.

The music allowed you to enter the kitchen undetected and watch Leah and she tried to work one of your coffee makers. As you inhale you pick up the scent of something sweet but also burning. It doesn’t take long to come to the conclusion that Leah’s original plan was to make you breakfast. 

Her hips sway to the beat as she takes a sip of her tea, nearly dropping the mug as she spins and sees you. 

“Good Morning” you tell the blonde who reaches over the kitchen island and kisses you softly on the lips. 

“I don’t know how you drink this, it’s disgusting” Leah takes a sip of your coffee and pulls a face. 

“You’re really selling it” you take a sip and much to your surprise it isn’t that bad. Leah wasn’t the best cooks and the lack of skills did affect her coffee making ability especially when she used your machine. 

“About breakfast…” Leah didn’t want to admit her failure. 

“We’ll go out for lunch later, don’t worry about it” you reassure her. 

The two of you talk about what you had been up to since the last time you saw each other. You tell her about the games in Mexico, the ones she asked you not to play in because she wanted you to to rest after the World Cup. Leah fills you in on how her rehab is going and the smile on her face when she tells you that she has a date for grass work melts your heart.

She was happy and for the first time in months you saw the light that died the day she tore her ACL. There were no words you could use to describe how proud you were of her. It had been tough for her to miss the World Cup but she gave you unwavering support regardless. It gave you yet another reason to love her and to want her by side during the good times and the bad. She was your person, that much you are certain off. Leah Williamson was made for you. 

“You’re staring. What are you looking at?” Leah turns around to look behind her. 

“You. You are—no it’s not possible” you say with a smirk tugging at your lips.

“What?” Leah’s voice cracks whether it be with panic or worry. 

“Just give me a second. I need to make sure” you walk around the island and cup her face.

“Y/N what is it?”

“Well I’ll be damned” you peck her lips once, twice then three times. 

Still Leah was none the wiser. 

“You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you” 

Your girlfriend dips her head in embarrassment. She never had been good at taking these kind of compliments whereas you loved knowing that your words had this affect on her. 

[kathlare]

just us

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando and Amelie share a quiet, tender evening in Melbourne before his departure to Bahrain.

Wordcount: 1.7 k

Warnings: just fluff

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February 19th, 2024 - Melbourne, Australia

The city lights of Melbourne glittered beyond the balcony of Amelie’s hotel room, the faint hum of nightlife barely audible through the sliding glass doors. Inside, the air was warm and cozy, filled with the scent of the candles Lando had lit earlier—vanilla and amber, her favorite.

Amelie stood by the kitchenette, her damp hair falling over her shoulders in loose waves after a shower. She was dressed in an oversized sweatshirt that belonged to Lando and a pair of shorts, her bare feet padding softly on the carpet.

—You know, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble,— she said, a teasing lilt in her voice as she glanced at the small spread he’d set up.

On the coffee table, there was a box of her favorite pastries, a bottle of wine already uncorked, and a stack of polaroid photos he’d scattered across the surface—snapshots of moments they’d shared over the past few months.

Lando, lounging on the couch with a smug grin, shrugged. —I wanted to. Besides, it’s our last night together for a while. Gotta make it count.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. She picked up one of the polaroids, her heart softening at the sight of them grinning like idiots in the back of a cab during New Year’s Eve. —You’re such a sap sometimes, Norris.—

—Only for you,— he shot back, patting the cushion next to him. —Now, come here before the pastries get cold.—

She snorted, setting the photo back down and crossing the room to join him. As she settled into the crook of his arm, he draped a blanket over both of them, pulling her close.

—This is nice,— she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder.

—Yeah?— His voice was soft, a trace of nervousness in it. —I wasn’t sure if you’d like it. Thought about booking something fancier, but then I figured... why not keep it simple? Just us.—

Amelie tilted her head to look at him, her dark eyes meeting his blue ones. —It’s perfect. Seriously. I don’t need fancy. I just need you.—

His heart swelled at her words, and he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. —You’re making it really hard to leave tomorrow, you know that?—

—Good,— she said with a small smirk, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

Lando chuckled, shaking his head as he rested his cheek against her damp hair. The faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the candles, creating a comforting, intoxicating warmth.

—You’re impossible,— he murmured, though his tone was full of affection.

Amelie shifted slightly, turning to face him better. —You’re the one who flew halfway around the world for this. If anyone’s impossible, it’s you.—

—Touché,— he admitted, his smile widening as he reached for the wine bottle. Pouring them each a glass, he handed one to her, their fingers brushing briefly. —To us?—

—To us,— she echoed, clinking her glass against his before taking a sip.

For a while, they simply sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the wine and pastries. Amelie flipped through the polaroids, laughing softly at the ridiculous ones. There was one of Lando making a ridiculous face at her during a game night and another of them drenched after an impromptu rainstorm in Monaco.

—You kept these?— she asked, holding up one where they were mid-laugh, her head thrown back and his arm around her shoulders.

Lando nodded, his expression turning soft. —Of course, I did. That night was... special.—

Amelie’s heart tugged. —It was. I can’t believe it’s been three months since we made this official. It feels... longer, in the best way.—

—Same,— he said, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. —It’s like everything just clicked once we stopped being idiots about it.—

She laughed, swatting his arm lightly. —We were idiots, huh?—

—Massive idiots,— he confirmed, his tone teasing.

They both knew the weight of their history—the heartbreak of their first attempt at something more, the awkward distance that had followed, and the magnetic pull that had brought them back together. It made nights like this, where everything felt easy and right, all the more precious.

Amelie set her glass down and turned fully toward him, her legs curled under her. —Okay, tell me. What’s the real reason you went all out tonight?—

Lando hesitated, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before he sighed. —I just... I know it’s only a couple of weeks apart, but I hate leaving you. Especially now that we’ve got this figured out. I guess I wanted to make sure you knew how much you mean to me.—

Her chest tightened, a wave of emotion washing over her. Reaching out, she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. —You’re such a dork.—

Lando leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he opened them again, a small, sheepish smile tugging at his lips. —Yeah, well, you like it.—

—Maybe a little,— she teased, though the tenderness in her voice gave her away.

Amelie leaned closer, their foreheads nearly touching, and for a moment, the world outside the hotel room faded into irrelevance. It was just them, the quiet intimacy of their connection wrapping around them like a cocoon.

—You know, Norris,— she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, —for someone who drives at insane speeds for a living, you’re surprisingly soft.—

Lando let out a breathy laugh, his arms instinctively tightening around her. —Don’t let the guys hear you say that. I have a reputation to maintain.—

She pulled back just enough to arch an eyebrow. —Oh, your tough guy reputation? Because nothing says intimidating like wearing socks with cartoon characters.—

He gasped, feigning offense. —Hey! You love my socks.—

—Do I, though?— she quipped, though her grin made it clear she was only teasing.

—You do,— he countered confidently, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her arm. —And I love that you steal them when I’m not looking.—

She laughed, the sound warm and genuine, and Lando couldn’t help but smile wider. He loved seeing her like this—relaxed, happy, her guard down. It reminded him of why he’d fallen for her in the first place, not just as the dazzling actress or the girl he’d admired from afar, but as the person who felt like home.

—Alright, let’s get serious for a second,— he said, his tone playful but his eyes sincere. —How are you gonna survive without me while I’m off in Bahrain?—

Amelie rolled her eyes dramatically. —Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll throw myself into work. Write some sad songs about missing you. Or...— she paused for effect, —just enjoy the peace and quiet.—

Lando laughed, his head falling back against the couch. —You’re terrible. But you’re not fooling me. You’re gonna miss me, admit it.—

She tilted her head, pretending to think. —Hmm... I guess I’ll miss you a little. Like, maybe this much.— She held up her thumb and index finger, leaving a tiny gap between them.

Lando scoffed, grabbing her hand and holding it against his chest. —Liar. You’re gonna miss me this much.— He spread his arms wide, nearly knocking over his wine glass in the process.

Amelie laughed, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much. —Okay, okay, maybe I’ll miss you a lot. But don’t let it go to your head.—

—Too late,— he said with a wink, leaning in to nudge her nose with his.

She shook her head, biting back a smile as she rested her hands on his shoulders. —You’re impossible.—

—You’ve mentioned that before,— he teased, his voice softer now as he looked at her.

The atmosphere shifted slightly, the playfulness giving way to something deeper. Amelie felt the weight of his gaze, the way it lingered on her as if trying to memorize every detail. It made her heart ache, knowing they only had a few hours left together before their worlds pulled them in different directions again.

—Lando...— she started, but he shook his head, cutting her off.

—Don’t say it,— he murmured, his fingers brushing against her cheek. —Let’s not think about tomorrow. Just tonight. Just us.—

Her breath hitched at the intensity in his voice, and she nodded, leaning into his touch. —Okay. Just us.—

The room seemed to grow quieter, the buzz of the city fading into the background as they sat together, wrapped in their own little bubble. Lando’s hand slid down to lace their fingers together, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing rhythm. Amelie couldn’t help but smile, warmth blooming in her chest at the simplicity of the moment.

—You know,— she said after a pause, her voice soft, —this is one of my favorite things about us.—

Lando tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes. —What is?—

—This. Just... hanging out, talking, laughing about stupid things. It’s easy. You make everything feel easy.—

His expression softened, a rare seriousness taking over his usually cheeky demeanor. —That’s because it is easy. With you, it’s always been easy. Even when we were just friends. Well... mostly.—

Amelie smirked, arching an eyebrow. —Mostly?—

He chuckled, leaning back against the couch. —Alright, fine. Maybe I had a little crush on you for... a while.—

She laughed, her head falling back as the sound filled the room. —A little crush? Please. You were practically obsessed.—

Lando groaned, covering his face with one hand. —Don’t remind me. I still can’t believe you found out.—

—Oh, come on, Norris,— she teased, poking his side. —You weren’t exactly subtle. The way you’d look at me? Like a puppy who just got a treat.—

—And yet, you didn’t seem to mind,— he shot back, his grin returning as he caught her hand mid-poke and held it captive.

—Maybe I didn’t,— she admitted, her tone playful but her eyes sincere.

Their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, the kind that came only with knowing someone so deeply. Amelie leaned her head against his shoulder again, her fingers playing idly with the bracelet he wore on his wrist. It was one she’d given him for Christmas—a simple silver band engraved with a small star.

—You’re really going to wear this to Bahrain?— she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

—Why wouldn’t I?— he replied, glancing down at her. —It’s my good luck charm.—

—You’re such a sap,— she murmured, though her smile betrayed her.

—Only for you,— he said again, the words carrying a weight that made her chest tighten.

Amelie closed her eyes, willing herself to savor the moment instead of dwelling on the hours slipping away. She felt his arm tighten around her, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her shoulder. It was these little things she knew she’d miss the most—the casual intimacy, the way he made her feel like the center of his world even when they were surrounded by chaos.

Eventually, Lando broke the silence, his voice a quiet rumble against her ear. —You know, I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight. Not without you kicking me in your sleep like usual.—

She laughed, swatting at his chest. —I do not kick you.—

—You absolutely do,— he said, grinning. —But it’s fine. I’m used to it now. Kind of endearing, actually.—

—You’re ridiculous,— she muttered, though her cheeks warmed at the thought of him missing even her annoying habits.

They stayed like that for a while, trading playful jabs and quiet confessions until the candles burned low and the wine glasses sat empty. The city outside had grown quieter, the nightlife winding down as the early hours of morning crept closer.

Amelie felt the weight of exhaustion pulling at her, but she refused to let herself drift off just yet. Not when she knew he’d be gone by the time she woke up.

—You’re really leaving at sunrise?— she asked, her voice barely audible.

Lando nodded, his expression tinged with regret. —Yeah. Early flight. But I’ll be back before you know it.—

—Two weeks isn’t exactly “before you know it,”— she said, pouting slightly.

—It’ll fly by,— he promised, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her temple. —And we’ll FaceTime every day. Deal?—

She nodded, her throat tightening. —Deal.—

When the clock struck three, Lando finally coaxed her to lie down, wrapping her in his arms as they settled under the blankets. They whispered to each other until her voice grew faint, her eyelids heavy with sleep.

Before long, Amelie drifted off, her head resting on his chest. Lando stayed awake a little longer, watching the way the soft light from the window played across her features. He knew he’d miss this—miss her—but he also knew he’d carry this night with him wherever he went.

When the light from the early morning sun began to creep through the curtains, Lando woke first. He glanced down at Amelie, her features soft and peaceful as she slept soundly in his arms. He smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. He didn’t want to wake her, but he had to leave soon.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, and whispered, —I’ll be back before you know it, babe. You’re gonna crush it in Sydney.—

Amelie stirred slightly at his words, her eyes fluttering open just enough to see his silhouette by the window. Before she could say anything, he planted another kiss on her cheek, this time a little more lingering.

She wrapped her arms around him sleepily, pulling him closer, a tiny sob escaping her lips as she held onto him tighter. The reality of him leaving for Bahrain hit her all at once. She didn’t want to let him go.

—Hey, don’t cry,— Lando murmured softly, his hands rubbing her back in gentle circles. —I’m gonna miss you, but it’s only a couple of weeks. We’ll be fine, yeah?—

Amelie sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She shook her head, her voice thick with emotion. —I know... I just... I don’t know why I’m like this.—

—Because you care about me, you dork,— he said with a soft chuckle, but there was a tenderness in his voice that made her heart squeeze.

She pulled away slightly to look up at him, her tear-filled eyes meeting his. —Yes I do. So much.—

His smile softened, and he brushed another tear from her cheek. —I’ll see you in a couple of weeks. Promise. You’re gonna be just fine, and I’ll be right here, thinking of you every second.—

Amelie sniffled again, her bottom lip trembling, but she managed a shaky smile. —I’ll miss you so much. Just... come back to me safe, okay?—

He nodded, his eyes searching hers. —Always, Amelie. Always.—

With a final, lingering kiss on her forehead, Lando slowly pulled away, his hand lingering on her cheek one last time before he moved toward the door. Amelie watched him go, her heart heavy but full of the quiet assurance that this wasn’t the end—it was just another part of their journey.

[scientia-rex]

Best Things I Have Bought

I'm not sure how successful I will be in remembering all of it, but I'll try. These have all been game-changers for me, in a variety of ways. If teen me had had access to all of these, I would have been a vastly happier person.

This one is long, so I'll put in a cut.

-outlet timers. Not having to go around and manually turn off lamps at bedtime? Amazing. I bought these but you can and should get some that have a grounded outlet with three prongs so you can attach good extension cords to them.

-famotidine. aka Pepcid, it's the safest option I currently know of for managing acid reflux. I get nauseated when I get acid reflux, so this is a necessity for me.

-T-Gel shampoo. The only one that keeps my husband's insane dandruff under control. Coal tar shampoos smell peculiar, but are totally worth it if they work. For my hair, I like anti-dandruff conditioner--I apply it to my scalp and my other conditioners to the length of my hair. After bleaching my hair, I use Olaplex 3 to prevent more severe damage; the difference is very noticeable.

-white vinegar for a laundry rinse. I get horrendous contact dermatitis and adding this in the "fabric softener" cup in my washer keeps things from making my skin burn.

-on a similar note, all Oxy laundry booster. Doesn't make my skin burn but does make stains and smells noticeably better than detergent alone.

-Aquaphor. If you have eczema, nothing helps like Aquaphor, unless it's hydrocortisone ointment (the same white petrolatum base as Aquaphor but with hydrocortisone) or a prescribed steroid.

-Bissell Stomp 'N' Go pads. I have stomped. The stain goes.

-Prune puree. A packet a day keeps the chronic constipation at bay. Less volume to consume than prune juice and, in my opinion, slightly more palatable.

-Chinotto is a bitters-based beverage that I discovered by accident really helps my chronic nausea. I've tried other brands, and San Pellegrino is definitely my favorite. Tastes weird at first, but when heavy-duty ginger ale doesn't ease it, Chinotto can. And when that doesn't work, I have Zofran (ondansetron) my doctor prescribed me for the nausea I get with migraines, and that's an effective anti-nausea agent for more than just migraines.

-"You Just Need to Lose Weight (And 19 Others Myths About Fat People)" by Aubrey Gordon.

-rolling laundry cart. Doesn't have to be this one but if you CAN roll your laundry to and fro from the machines, do it.

-"Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men" by Lundy Bancroft. If you Google, you can usually find a free pdf floating around.

-"The Vagina Bible," by Dr. Jen Gunter.

-satin scrunchies. Wet Brush. Terry cloth lined shower cap. AOA terry cloth hair turban (way, way better than similar ones from drugstore).

-stretchy work pants.

-bra liners. For large-chested people who tend to get sweaty underboob, this is a life-saver.

-Goo Gone.

-Dr. Scholls medicated foot powder and the Earth Therapeutics tea tree oil foot spray. The foot powder works for super long days and the spray for lighter days.

-Reflective heat pad. I use this on my car seat in the winter and I am so happy for that every single chilly morning. I've repurchased it... once or twice? now.

-Retin-A. I used to use Differin, which is adapalene, the most potent retinoid available over the counter, but the switch to prescription-only Retin-A has been very noticeable. Decreased wrinkles, clearer skin. More inclined to flake and burn but it's worth it for me.

-Red LED therapy. Near-infrared stimulates collagen production in the skin. The only other thing that really does that is retinoids. I bought the Omnilux mask, which is certainly high-end, but HotandFlashy (a YouTube content creator) did a great comparison of different masks available by specs and this was the best at the time. The difference is noticeable within days. I've tried other, lower-powered masks, but what made me make the jump to high-end was that I got the Dennis Gross red LED eye mask for crows' feet off eBay and I was like "holy shit, this is better." And Omnilux is better still. It makes sense, since they were the OG of the models that have been in dermatology clinics for a couple of decades now.

-AOA foundation has been at least as good at my TooFaced foundation, and it's like 1-2 bucks instead of 40. There are light, medium, and deep shades, each on different pages; I'm linking to light because that's what I use. The lightest shade works for me, and I'm basically translucent.

-AOA VitaGlow tinted moisturizer is absolutely my go-to for lighter coverage days.

-AOA PawPaw blending sponges. Best out there and also the cheapest.

-(do not buy any of the AOA eyeshadows. Total waste of time, zero pigment. I've tried repeatedly and they're just garbage. The highlights are generally fine though.)

-Direct acid foot peels. The calluses come off. Just don't do it when you have ANY open wound on the feet, because it's acid and will sting like hell.

-blendercleanser solid cleanser for blending sponges and brushes. Actually a) gets them clean and b) rinses out.

-PureWine wine wands. I let these puppies sit for three minutes in a glass and suddenly I can drink red wine without migraines or hangovers. Fucking miraculous.

-Dustbuster. Holy shit it's amazing for ADHD peeps. Small thing bugging you? Can't get yourself to bust out the "real" vacuum? USE THIS.

-Crocs. Don't @ me. I wear a black pair around the house and for garden chores and they make my feet happy. Salonpas patches and/or BenGay for a topical when you're sore--topicals are great pain relief.

-Vibrating neck pillow. Don't need it right now? Wait until your next head cold. Vibration clears sinuses.

-PooPourri. I love not having to smell poop. This, and similar products, work pretty well by trapping scent particles in the oil layer instead of letting them evaporate into the air.

-Electric snow thrower. I can't manage a large, heavy snow blower and I don't want to deal with a gas engine. This little guy helped me clear my large driveway in 3-4 hours instead of 12.

-The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark, by Carl Sagan.

-Handheld home IPL for hair removal. I ordered this exact one and I like it. You can get these on eBay or Amazon for cheaper sometimes; just make sure you PROTECT YOUR EYES during flashes. Targets pigment in the hair bulb so lighter skin and darker hair work better, and deeper skin tones may burn.

-Lanolin chapstick. Makes all other chapsticks I've used look like garbage.

-Steam eye masks. ShopMissA sells these and you can find them on a lot sites; shouldn't cost more than about a dollar per mask. I ended up buying an electric eye mask because I wanted to treat my dry eye and that just felt more environmentally responsible, but I love falling asleep with these on and I can't do that with my plug-in mask.

I think this is where I'll leave it--I've gone back quite a ways in my shopping history across multiple sites and thought about my daily routines--but if any of these problems torture you, these are my suggestions.

[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

eleven

it’s been four month since you and aaron have been dating. the most amazing four months of your life. aaron has done nothing but love you and treat you like a princess. it’s been a total of ten months since you’ve been here in total.

you’ve enjoyed your time here. you didn’t know if you’d like it too much but you did. so much has come to you in virginia. you and spence became closer, you became friends with his team, you found the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, and you’re a mom to the most beautiful nine year old boy.

he’d just turned nine a few months back. you and aaron made sure he had everything he wanted for his birthday party. currently you were at one of his soccer games. you cheered as he scored a goal.

aaron turns and smiles at you. he gets back to coaching the team. he claps for his son before continuing to coach the team.

after the game was over you wait for jack as he runs over to you. “did you see, mom? i shot a goal!”

“i did, baby! so proud of you.” you ruffle his hair. aaron walks over to you.

“hi, honey.” he kissed you gently.

“hi! you noticed you have an audience?”

aaron eyebrows furrow. “hmm?”

“come on, aar! you’re an attractive man. these women are probably all over you every game.”

aaron simply shakes his head. “yeah but, you’re the only woman i see. the prettiest too.”

you blush before kissing him. he grabs your hand before the three of you walk towards the car. when you arrived home you told both your boys they needed to shower. aaron playfully rolls his eyes before he grabs jack and heads upstairs.

aaron made sure jack was showered first before he got ready for one himself.

“care to join me, honey?” he smirks as he wraps his arms around you. he was already shirtless. he smelled like sweat. you gagged.

“you stink! you need to be cleaned. no funny business until after you smell like my aaron again!”

aaron chuckles. “yes, dear.” he kisses the top of your head before he walks in your shared bathroom to shower.

you shake your head at your boyfriend before you walk into your sons room. you see jack playing with his toys. you smile before joining him.

“mom?”

“yeah, baby?”

“can we hang out with uncle spence tomorrow? he said he has this really cool action figure from star trek he just bought! i wanna see it.”

you laugh. count on your best friend to be a nerd.

“ill text him and ask if he’s free to come by.”

jack smiles and nods. “what’s for dinner?”

“i don’t know! im sure your father wouldn’t mind if we order a pizza. we’ve all had a pretty active day. we deserve to be a little lazy, yeah?”

jack nods his head. you hum before heading back to your room. you bite your bottom lip when you see aaron walk out of the shower. he had a towel loosely hanging below his waist.

“forgot my shampoo in my go bag. he states. you barely heard a word. you were too busy ogling him. he noticed with a smirk.

aaron walks over to you and kisses you with so much passion. it felt like he was taking the air right out of your lungs. it’s been a little while since you two had sex. over two weeks to be exact.

last week you had the worst period ever. you didn’t even want aaron touching your shoulders. this week you’d been so busy with your art and aaron had been on a case.

to say you both were sexually frustrated would be an understatement. you needed him more than anything. he knew it too. but he needed you just as bad.

“aar,”

“hmm?” he starts kissing right below your ear. “dinner. pizza.”

“can wait!” he growls.

“our son may feel otherwise.”

aaron groans before pulling away. you give him a sad smile. “im sorry, honey.”

“not your fault! jack comes first. but tonight, hmm?” he asked in a whisper.

“tonight!” you agree. aaron groans once more before heading back in the shower. you call the pizza place before waiting patiently. once the food arrives aaron was officially finished with his shower. the three of you sit down and enjoy dinner.

“dad, may we watch spiderman tonight?” jack asked as he takes a bite of his pizza.

aaron hums. “of course!”

“may we have popcorn?”

aaron looks at you for clarification. you simply nod your head. “yes, buddy.”

jack nods his head happily. he continues to eat his pizza. once everyone’s done you make the popcorn as aaron and jack head to the living room. once you finished you walk over to your boys and sit in between them.

you enjoy these times. the times you get to spend with aaron and jack. makes you feel like a proper family.

for the first twenty minutes you enjoy the movie before you hear a phone ring. normally when you hear a phone ringing it’s aarons. this time it’s yours. your pause the movie before looking at the caller id. it was your father calling. you sigh before answering the call.

“yes, dad?”

“is that a way to talk to your father when he’s just trying to check on you?”

“sorry. i was just enjoying a movie. hold on, dad.” you put your father on hold.

“you can continue the movie. ill be right back.” aaron nods as you head upstairs to your room.

“what’s going on, dad?”

“im just trying to see if you’re okay. you haven’t called us in a while. you at least called your mom and i every once a month. it’s been three months since we’ve heard from you. i would have called the police if i didn’t have spencer’s phone number.”

“im sorry. i just been busy.”

“busy?”

“i didn’t mean for it to sound like that. i just—things are going great, dad.” you state.

“yeah? you don’t need anything?”

“no dad. im alright!”

“i just—i miss you sweetheart. you don’t ever come home, you’re not calling anymore, you don’t even send a simply email. i just wished you’d talk to us more.” your father sighs. you felt guilty. but you knew you needed the space.

you couldn’t deal with the judgement comments and stares. you’ve never felt so free!

“im sorry, dad. im just—you know i love you, yeah?”

“i know, baby. i love you too. just call your old dad from time to time. im almost sixty.”

“and yet you won’t retire?” you smile.

“retire?! i don’t know what that word means! are you making things up again, baby?”

you simply laugh.

“when can we come visit?” your dad asked.

you bite the bottom of your lip nervously. “i don’t know, dad. i have major responsibilities now. im—”

you wanted so badly to update your father on your life. on your amazing boyfriend who loves you like no other. on the beautiful boy he had that now calls you mom. but you didn’t need him telling your mom who would scold you constantly.

“this new job is very important to me, dad.”

“what do you do?”

“im a nanny!”

“nanny? do you enjoy it?”

“yes! this kid that i watch is amazing. you’d like him dad. he reminds me so much of vick!”

“speaking of your brother, he’s having another baby! can you believe it?”

you simply laugh. your brother and his wife had a total of six kids as we speak. you weren’t shocked at all that he was having another. when you were growing up he’d always say he wanted a big family. you expected him to fulfill that promise.

you loved each of your nephews. he was also happy to have boys. growing up with two sisters made him want at least three boys.

“im not surprised, dad.”

“when can i expect grandkid from you, baby?”

your eyes widened. your dad loves being a grandfather. you knew the the moment your brother told you he was expecting his first child. the first grandchild. and when your sister got married and had children, he was over the moon!

he’s never really brought up you having kids. neither has your mother. you enjoyed they didn’t pester you with that. with your parents getting married at nineteen and having kids by twenty-one, your brother getting married by twenty-two and having kids a year later, and your sister having kids and married within the same year, you thought it would be another thing your parents would continue bothering you about. you were lucky enough not to bear that. in just a few weeks you’ll be twenty-nine years old. it was bound to be asked sooner or later.

you turned as you hear the door open. aaron walks in and wraps his arms around you. “everything okay?” he whispers.

you nod your head.

“who’s that?”

your eyes widened. for a man who can barely hear when a pen drops he sure did hear your boyfriends voice.

“dad, i gotta go.”

“baby, who is—”

you end the call frantically. aaron frowns. “honey?”

“it was my dad.”

“is he alright?”

you simply nod your head. “i just—they don’t know about us yet, aar. im not trying to hide you. i just,”

“don’t wanna hear anything negative? i get it, baby. i haven’t exactly told my mom about you either.”

to be fair aaron hasn’t talk to his mom in over ten years. he’d receive a postcard from her on holidays and birthdays but nothing else.

you knew aarons mom wasn’t exactly the greatest woman. she barely liked haley. aaron knew she’d feel indifferent about you.

“are we horrible for not telling them?” aaron wraps his arms around you. he shakes his head before kissing the top of yours.

“we’re both adults who have parents who still like to meddle and control our lives. we’re allowed to keep each other away from toxic family members.”

you both stand there in silence for a while. “i love you aar. no matter what, i will love you.” you look at him seriously. he caresses your cheek gently. “i love you too, honey. forever!”

you knew you made a promise to each other to finally relieve the sexual tension. but you were exhausted. you kept thinking about how you’d officially tell your parents about your life. you just wanted to sleep in your boyfriends arms.

aaron understood. he didn’t even have to ask. he simply lied you on the bed and tucked you in. he got behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. you fell asleep in each others arms.

the next few weeks consist of aaron planning you a surprise party. spencer helped as well as jack. when your birthday arrived everyone was gathered at your house. aaron got spencer to take you out shopping. you enjoyed yourself with your best friend. when you arrived back home you unlocked the front door and turned on the lights.

hearing shouts you jumped a little startled. you see a few of your nanny friends and aarons team.

“surprise!” spencer cheers. you playfully hit his chest. “you hid this from me, loser!”

“hey! hotch was the one who planned it. hit him.”

aaron walks over to you and wraps his arms around you. “happy birthday, baby.” he pecks your lips.

“thank you!”

aaron hums. “just wanted you to have a good day.”

you knew what he meant by that. you’ve never really had great birthdays growing up. your mom would always forget and your dad, who remember most times, would be too caught up in a case to do anything for you. your siblings tried to make it special. buying you a cake and balloons to celebrate. after a while you just stopped celebrating. until you got a little older. you’d spend your birthday with spencer. your birthday was three days apart—spencer being before yours—you’d take each other out and buy each other gifts. spencer made your birthday mean something again! you never went a year without spending it with him.

your eyes begins to water. “thank you, aar. this is—this means so much.” he kisses you once more.

you enjoy the rest of the time with your friends and family. the whole time you felt great. you haven’t felt so much love in forever.

when you heard the doorbell ring you turn to aaron. he shrugs his shoulders before looking around. he knows everyone he’s contacted was here. now he was on alert.

he gets in front of you before looking in the peephole. he frowns as he opens the door. “may i help you?”

“yes, we’re looking for a yn yln?”

“honey, this can’t be the right place, can it?”

“yeah, dad. she’s probably in an apartment somewhere.”

“im telling you, chris tracked her down and this was her address.”

you recognize those voices anywhere. you gently move aaron out the way. you widened the door.

“mom? dad?”

your parents smile hugely. “happy birthday, baby!”

so much for having a peaceful day.

[number1jeonginstan]

can you please make a jeongin smut? jeongin had too much screen time on his computer playing games and you were angry at him so you ignored him and he wanted to pay you back by joining you on the shower and made a make out session in the shower

A/N: I hope you like this!! Also, thank you for being my first-ever ask!!!

WC: 1k

Frustration:

You were lying on your bed waiting for Jeongin to end his game. You were casually scrolling through your phone, waiting for him to finish his game with Felix and Beomgyu. Ever since Felix helped him build a PC, he has been on it non-stop.  The last full conversation you guys had was him telling you how he was going to get a new graphics card to have smoother gameplay. You wanted to rip the damn wires out of the thing, he was spending every second, not working, on the computer. You knew he needed a break, constantly being stressed especially with the new comeback right after their Japanese EP, but you missed him. You missed being close to him, and spending time with him, but most of all you missed the sex. You were not someone with a high sex drive, but you missed having him on you, in you, kissing you.

“Innie, do you know how much longer you are playing for? I want to sleep soon.” you sighed. 

You hoped he could hear the annoyed tone in your voice, you wanted him to look up from his computer and look at you, but he just responded with a “in a little bit”. You waited another minute but the only thing you heard was him telling Felix to look behind him. You just groaned, looking back at your phone, deciding on reading a book for a bit if he was going to take a long time. An hour passed like this, the sound of him occasionally yelling into his mic and you flipping through your book. You got more and more immersed in your book, a romance novel your friend recommended for you to read. “He took her clit in his mouth, lightly sucking it as she ran her fingers through his hair,” you whined slightly, feeling yourself getting wet from the words. 

You couldn’t believe it, you were so touch-starved that just reading the book soaked your underwear. “Innie, I’m going to go take a shower.” You quickly got up, not wanting to feel your underwear stick to you. He just nodded, allowing you to go to the bathroom. What you did not realize was that Jeongin had finished his game ten minutes prior. He was watching you from the black screen of your computer. Your face scrunching a bit, and he heard your whine. The little sound you always made when you needed him. 

He went over to the bed, opening the book to the page you left off of, and his eyes widened. You were getting off to a book while your own boyfriend was just a foot away. He felt like shit, he didn’t realize how much he was ignoring you and he felt even worse that you did not speak up. He knew that he needed to make it up to you and make you feel appreciated as you do to him every day. He quickly took off his shirt, leaving him only in his sweatpants, and entered the bathroom. You were already in the shower, shampooing the roots of your hair. 

You did not realize that he was behind you til you turned around to get conditioner. “Hi,” he grinned at you, his signature smirk splayed on his face. “Hi,” you responded back with the cheesiest grin. He cusped your jaw in his hand, kissing you passionately. It felt like time had stopped, you missed him so much, groaning into the kiss. “What do I get to owe this pleasure to?” you asked giggling a bit. “You were getting off to a fictional man, while your hot, cool, tall boyfriend was right in front of you” he pouted, kissing you once again. “When did I get a tall boyfriend?” you asked trying to hide the smile on your face. 

“Hey!” he screamed “I don’t think you deserve my kisses after that.” You pouted at him, taking his cock in your hand and he groaned. “No,” he took your hand off his cock, “this is about you, I want you to feel good, my good girl,” he said against your lips. “But I want you in me” you pleaded looking up at him with your doe eyes. “Fuck, don’t say that to me.” 

He hoisted you up onto the side of the shower, his back being sprayed with water. “Let me prep you okay? It’s been a while, I don’t want you to get hurt.” You just nodded, moaning when he inserted a finger into you. “Fuck, you are so wet, did you miss me this much, need my fingers in you. You are so tight, don’t think I can even fit a second finger, but you can take it can’t you? You are going to take it like a good girl?” You whimpered at his words. “I can take another one, I can be a good girl, want your cock Jeongin, please I can take it.” 

He groaned, loving the way you felt his fingers in you, scissoring inside of you. You were always so tight, but after not fucking for two weeks, he knew that he had to stretch you more than usual. He wanted to make you cum, wanting to hear your moans as you reached your climax, so he lifted you higher, face directly at your cunt. He licked up at you taking your clit in his mouth sucking slightly, groaning at your taste as he continued to fuck his fingers inside of you. That was all you needed to cum. 

He rubbed soap on you and conditioned your hair as you came down from your high. He wanted to give you time to relax before he fucked you so hard you couldn’t think about anything else but his name. After you both finished washing up, he took a towel, wrapped it around you, and kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to you, baby, it won’t happen again.” He made sure you knew how much he meant it as he fucked you into your bed.

[sugar-omi]

imma have to revisit pro baller!derek bc i have mind numbing brain worms abt him....

DAY THRITY — SCENT/SWEAT KINK

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, bottom/switch + gn reader, pro baller derek, multiple choice dialogue, 3 scenarios bc i had brainrot, oral (derek/reader receiving), masturbation (reader)

synopsis : you and derek haven't been able to spend time together. just his smell is driving you crazy...

imagine derek actually became a pro footballer, so he's always away from home for games and practice...

you get it. you really do. but you miss him so, so much... and squeezing his pillow between your legs just doesn't do it anymore.

which is how one night you end up taking his dirty clothes out the hamper, his jersey that he wore for practice yesterday smelling like musk and sweat...

you feel embarrassed by how turned on you are by his smell, especially is dirty clothes.

even the smell of his shampoo and body wash gets you all tingly.

you really don't know what you'll do if he walks in on you, his dirty jersey in hand, and your free hand shoved down your pants, frantically jerking your cock / fingering your cunt.

"ha.. oh derek..." you pant, your face burying in the shirt as you inhale deeply. you pick up the pace, your thumb running over your sensitive head / clit.

all you can think about is derek, you feel consumed by him, by his scent. you probably look so fucking desperate, so horny and pathetic but you don't even care because you're so close.

you moan loudly, the sound hardly muffled by shirt since you squirm and thrash, your hips meeting your strokes / thrusts, your eyes rolling back and the shirt bunches up in your hand

you cry and whimper, your sex soaking your hand with your mess, your slick running down your ass, your cunt weakly squirting and making a mess underneath you. / your cum running down your fingers, your cock weakly twitching and cum spurting small stripes on your tummy.

one day you visit derek at the gym, and it's a bit of not seeing each other for a few days and the high of him winning todays game, but once you've confirmed it's just you and derek in the locker room, well you're just further delaying him from showering.

you apologize between kisses, because you know derek's been looking forward to a nice shower once the press and fans finally got off his back and his teammates all congratulated each other and went home with the promise of celebrating tonight.

but he looks so good when he plays, so passionate, and after the game when he ran up to you and picked you up, hugged you and spun you two around.. you just can't help but need to have your hands on him, and it's the same for him too.

you really don't have time, you aren't nearly prepared enough to fuck him in the locker room, even though you want to.

so if you fall to your knees, sure enough to leave bruises, eagerly pulling down derek's pants to free his aching cock, well you don't have time to worry about that.

"ha..." you exhale shakily, licking your lips. derek looks between you and the door, torn between telling you to stop and letting you continue.

he tries to protest but you're already wrapping your lips around his pretty mushroom head, lavishing the tip with lots of attention from your tongue, spit pooling in your mouth, while you stroke the rest of his length that isn't down your throat.

your head is spinning, the stench of derek's musk and sweat is making your sex throb. you're practically hypnotized by it, and even more so by his strained, desperate expression.

you put your hand on his abdomen, holding down his hips as you take him further down your throat, trying to keep your jaw relaxed until your nose is pressed against his pubes.

your eyes roll and flutter, and you feel like you're losing your senses a bit, all you consciousness centering around derek's smell, the feel and taste of his sweaty, heavy cock on your tongue...

"fuck, y/n..." derek groans his hand fumbling to get a grip on your shoulder, a bit overwhelmed by the warmth of your sloppy mouth.

you take his hand off your shoulder, intertwining your fingers.

you pull away enough so you can suck and lap at his tip, hallowing your cheeks and sucking obscenely, spit soaking his dick, some even dripping from your mouth.

it's sloppy, and so, so messy. but you don't even care about the mess, the obscenity, or how loud you both are.

derek's moans are so pretty that you can't even begin to be insecure about the sloppy, wet sounds coming from your mouth around his dick and derek is such a lovely sight, you almost want to share it.

derek groans, his hips bucking up into your mouth, making you choke a bit. "fuck, sorry, 'm sorry..." derek gasps, shakily holding onto your hand.

derek's head bumps against the locker, the sound echoing throughout the room. "y/n!" derek gasps, his thighs shaking. "i'm gonna..!"

you hum around derek's cock, closing your eyes as you pay special attention to the vein on the underside of derek's length, his tip hitting the back of your throat makes your eyes water a bit.

derek curses, bumping into the locker again. "oh fuc- y/n!"

he pushes against your shoulder but you don't let up, letting derek finish down your throat, your nose pressed up against his abdomen.

you try and swallow around derek's length, his cum filling your mouth. "gh-" you start to pull off, cum spilling past your lips.

you pull off with a wet pop, wiping the cum off your chin before it gets on your clothes.

derek pants, leaning against the lockers, trying to get blood flowing back through the rest of his body..

he licks his lips, tugging off his cum stained shorts, no point pulling them up.. derek ditches the rest of his clothes, stuffing them in his gym bag before moving for the shower. "lets.. lets clean up, before someone comes looking for us..."

you nod, already looking at your disheveled self in the full length mirror across from you. you look like a horny mess, and you're so aware of how wet your crotch is. you can't tell if you finished in your undies or if your cunt / cock made a leaky mess of you.

"oh-" you turn around when derek speaks up, met with his flushed cheeks. "how about we.. celebrate by ourselves tonight?"

thinking abt the reverse too...

mm torn between derek taking some of your underwear or you randomly shoving your undies in his face to muffle his loud moans and whines

either way, you have to be quiet, because his teammates or anyone else could walk by and you'd both be fucked.

that'd probably be the catalyst for derek's obsession... i mean it's only nature when you're riding him or he's riding you, and you snatch up your abandoned underwear and hold it over his mouth, muffling his cries.

the crotch of the underwear so close to his nose.. he can smell your pre / slick from earlier, fuck he'd probably see heaven if you had the crotch of your underwear on his tongue, your fingers pressing the fabric down on his tongue...

and derek would give you head so enthusiastically, his nose scrunched against your abdomen, his mouth full of your length / his face buried in your cunt...

would get you hot and sweaty on purpose just so he can suck you off afterwards, he'd be totally obsessed <33

[hanzhen0506]

hi hi!! Maybe sleepovers with tws :)

~’Sleepovers’~

Hello! Its Zhan! Thank you for requesting this!! I enjoyed writing this one so I hope you do too!

~’Shinyu:

Being the leader of TWS could he really tiring, so he needs to rest. When you offer to sleep over would he not hesitate to agree, he just thinks its a chance to be close to you for the whole night. Sleepovers with him would be pretty chill, cooking dinner together (more like you did while he just hugs you behind), eating, watching, cuddling then sleeps. Shinyu would have his head on your chest while you cares his head. The cold atmosphere with the mix of each other’s warmth was enough to put you all to sleep.

~’Dohoon:

Oh its a MUST to bake brownies on the sleepover, he enjoys and think its fun. Sometimes he would smear the batter on your face while you do the same. You ended up with delicious brownies and a messy kitchen..

But its fine because Dohoon offered to clean the kitchen, telling you to enjoy the brownies. You feel bad so you ended up feeding him the brownies while he cleans which he is thankful. In the end of your sleepover he would love to cuddle into you, squeezing you torso tight when he soon fell asleep.

~’Youngjae:

Sleepovers with Youngjae feels like you’ve done it multiple times, even if its your first time. You both know what to do and yet still had fun. There is a time where you both were reading different books together while cuddling, Youngjae couldn’t but get distracted looking at you being so invested in the story. He would place his book down and offer to read it to you, you agreed and position the book in your hands to have him read it out. His soothing voice always makes you feel relax, soon making you fall asleep on him, he giggled moving the book away and turning the lights off before hugging you tight and went to sleep too.

~’Hanjin:

It was Hanjin’s first time seeing you in your sleepwear and he couldnt help but be in awe, thinking you look cute in it. He would want you to pose while he takes multiple pictures of you, but when you feel shy would he then shower you with compliments and affections. He doesnt know what to do in sleepovers so he just follows you as you guide him in what typical sleepovers do. At bedtime he was too shy to sleep with you, so opted to just spoon you, the smell of the shampoo calms him as he hugged you tighter, unknowingly mumbling an “I love you” before falling asleep.

~’Jihoon:

The moment you get into the bedroom with your Pjs, a pillow flown to you hitting you in the process, It was none other than Jihoon who thrown at you. Hence, the 1 hour pillow fight. You both would be laughing and hitting or throwing the pillow at each other that it became so loud till one of the members told him to quiet down. Once he is tired would he finally be a clingy koala and just cuddles you, his arms and legs over you. You might have to push him off if you ever want to go to the bathroom at night and Jihoon would be waiting for you at the door, leading you to the bed to sleep again.

~’Kyungmin:

With a careful plan from his Hyungs, they finally agreed on you and Kyungmin’s sleepover. I think the first thing you guys would do is to build a pillow fort. Then you would start to play board games, tell stories and maybe tickle fights sometimes. He’d just love to spend time with you and being close with you. When you finally felt sleepy would Shinyu come in with a matress, setting up your bed. He’d say something like “Your still kids, which is why you need to sleep on seperate beds.” As an excuse. But that wont stop Kyungmin at night, to situate himself beside you and hugging you from behind. He gives you a kiss on the head before falling asleep, he love to be as close to you as possible.

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