#I was like oh I’ll exfoliate my lips so my lips fix

[rhysnolastname]

I have accidentally made my lip start bleeding again since yesterday ♥️

[wolverigrl]

You telling Hugh not to shave bc you love his beard so much and in other ways and y'all are just being giggly and cute together

The Beard Dilemma

Hugh Jackman x f!reader

A/N: I had fun writing this one, so I hope you'll giggle too!

Warnings: none

Enjoy!

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I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Hugh in front of the mirror as he slowly dragged the razor across his cheek. His beard - my beard - was disappearing, and I couldn’t help but let out a dramatic whine.

"Really? You’re shaving it off?" I said, the disappointment clear in my voice as I stepped closer.

He glanced at me through the mirror, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement.

"You make it sound like I’m committing a crime."

"Worse! You’re getting rid of my beard!" I pouted, stepping into the bathroom and leaning against the sink.

"I’ve grown attached to it. Literally and emotionally."

He chuckled, rinsing the razor under the tap. "Didn’t realize we were in a love triangle - me, you, and the beard. Should I be worried?"

"I think so." I said, reaching out and brushing my fingers through the remaining scruff on his jaw.

"It gives you a certain rugged, manly thing. Like you could just chop down a tree with your bare hands."

He tilted his head, meeting my gaze with a grin.

"A tree? Bare hands? Quite the fantasy you’ve got there."

"Well, I can’t help it. You give off serious ‘I’m about to go chop wood and then fix the cabin’ energy. And now you’re… smooth." I sighed dramatically, dragging a finger down his now-smooth cheek.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Oh, I don’t know." He turned, that playful spark in his eyes. "Maybe kiss it? Appreciate my baby-soft skin?"

I snorted. "Baby-soft? Maybe after an exfoliant. Right now, you’re like, freshly peeled potato smooth."

He laughed, the sound deep and rumbling as he set the razor down.

"A potato? Wow. First Wolverine, now a vegetable."

I shrugged, fighting the smile creeping up my face. "What can I say? I like my men starchy."

"Oh, is that it? I shave and suddenly I’ve lost all my wild, masculine appeal?" He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, his hands finding my waist.

"Might have." I teased, but my voice softened as he pulled me in. "I liked the rugged edge."

"Rugged, huh?" His voice dropped, brushing his lips against my ear. "Pretty sure I can still manage rugged."

I shivered, biting back a grin as I let him get close.

"Doubtful. I mean, how am I supposed to take you seriously as my lumberjack now?"

He laughed again, warm breath against my neck. "A lumberjack, huh? Want me to go outside, grab an axe, and prove it to you?"

"You’d have to. I need proof!" I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"How else am I going to keep being attracted to you?"

His hands slid up my sides, pulling me closer. "Maybe I should remind you of all the other reasons."

"Oh yeah?" I raised a brow, trying to play it cool despite the way his voice sent a pleasant hum through me. "Like what?"

He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine, his freshly shaven cheek grazing my skin. "Like this?"

I pretended to consider it, lips quirking.

"Hmm.. I don’t know, that’s only one point in your favor."

He smirked, leaning in a little more.

"I can think of a few more. Want me to list them?"

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh, but the playful tension between us was impossible to ignore. "I mean, you could list them, but I’m a woman of action, Hugh."

"Oh, I’m well aware." His voice was a deep murmur, eyes dark with amusement. "And here I thought you liked me for my charm, my acting skills, and… my potato face."

I burst out laughing at that, shaking my head. "Okay, okay, I’ll give you that one. The smooth face isn’t all bad."

"Just ‘not all bad’? Come on, I think I deserve more credit!" he teased, tilting his head down to kiss the corner of my mouth, slow and deliberate.

"Fine.." I murmured against his lips. "You’re still very hot. But I miss the beard!"

He pulled back just enough to smirk at me. "You really have a thing for the scruff, don’t you?"

"Yeah, I do!" It makes you look dangerous! Like you’d rescue me from a burning building and then carry me off into the wilderness." I bit my lip again, this time more on purpose.

He laughed softly, his forehead resting against mine. "Wilderness? Now I’m starting to wonder what kind of man you think I am."

"The hot, wilderness-surviving, tree-chopping kind." I said with a grin, leaning into him. "What, don’t think you can handle it?"

His hand slid up my back, and his voice dropped into that low, teasing tone that always made my stomach flip.

"Oh, I think I could handle a lot more than you realize!"

I raised an eyebrow, lips curving. "Yeah? Prove it."

We held each other’s gaze for a moment, the playful flirtation simmering between us, both daring the other to break first. Then he lifted me effortlessly, and I let out a surprised laugh as he spun me once, setting me down carefully on the counter.

"Still rugged enough for you?" he asked, his hands resting on my thighs, his grin cocky.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging him closer, my lips brushing his. L

"I guess you’ve still got it." I murmured, feeling his breath hitch just slightly.

He smiled, his forehead pressing against mine as we shared a moment of quiet, playful intimacy.

"You’re trouble, you know that?"

I grinned, tugging him down for another kiss. "You wouldn’t have it any other way."

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[hotelofheroines]

Tenten’s Massage Service: Satya

“Mmm~ Thank you for seeing me, Tenten. I’m told that your skills are very sought after~��� Satya offered the compliment with a slight giggle as she entered into Tenten’s suite, wearing one of the hotel’s robes and carrying a case. 

“Well, I’m a little picky about my clientele, so it’s not too much trouble to pencil you in for a session.” Tenten replied with a chuckle of her own, closing the door behind her and leading Satya to the massage table she had set up in the middle of the suite’s living room. There were some scented candles lit around the room and a pop-up table beside the massage table with various oils and perfumes. “When you’re comfortable, feel free to disrobe and lay on the table.”

“Thank you. Though You may have to help me with that last part. You will see.” Satya replied, setting down the case she carried on a nearby couch before untying the cotton belt around her waist and slipping off the robe. It was laid over the back of the couch as Satya was now standing completely naked in front of Tenten, her elegance frame and beautiful skin illuminated by the soft candle light. Tenten let out an excited little squeal that she tried her best to muffle as she bit her lip, but she could not hide how much the sight of Satya’s naked body worked for her. 

Satya grinned, flattered by Tenten admiration, but sighed as she lifted up her robotic arm. She opened the case and grabbed the handle on the inside of the case, set within a foam lining. With the click of a few buttons around the shoulder of the prosthetic, the arm disconnected at the shoulder and fit nicely within the case as Satya closed it with her remaining arm. “I must look rather strange without it. But it does relieve a lot of tension from my shoulders.” Satya explained, somewhat embarrassed about having her prosthetic off.

“Oh, no! It’s just fine. This is meant to be stress relief. Do what you have to be comfortable.” This was the first time Tenten had seen and serviced someone with a missing arm in a sexual context, so it was a little strange, but it wasn’t like Satya was any less beautiful with her arm off. As Satya moved to get up onto the massage table, Tenten moved to help her even though Satya proved not to need it. Happy to have her on the table (and getting an eyeful of her bent over butt), Tenten then helped Satya fix herself on the table with her face in the round pillow and her arm at her side. 

“Mmm~ Now just relax. I’ll work out all the tension in your body, and then we can get to the tension in your head~” Tenten flirted with a little giggle at her own playful line. With Satya in position, Tenten dipped her hands in one of the bowls of oil. Once they were covered in it, Tenten ran her hands up and down Satya’s back, making it glisten in the warm candle light. Satya mewled slightly as the oil dripped down and tingled her back as Tenten began to rub it in. Once all the oil was rubbed in, Tenten started the massage in earnest, working out all the knots in Satya’s surprisingly muscular back. 

Once that was finished and Satya was very comfortable under Tenten’s attention, the masseuse moved down to repeat the process on Satya’s beautiful legs. Oil to exfoliate and moisturize, then carefully applied force to relax the muscles of her thick thighs. Tenten couldn’t help but reach down slightly as she worked Satya’s thighs, lightly teasing the woman’s pussy early while still working. 

“Okay! I need you to turn over now to finish up!” Tenten proclaimed, helping Satya turn over on the table while getting to feel her up a little bit more. Tenten then made a light show of massaging Satya’s stomach with the oils, but it was difficult to do without tickling Satya. At that point, Tenten wiped her hands off to switch oils before beginning to grope and squeeze Satya’s perky breasts and nipples. Satya couldn’t help but mewl and lightly pant as she was teased, thighs rubbing together as Tenten played with her. 

“Mmm~ Can we move on, please~” Satya urged, a hand gently gripping Tenten’s wrist as she was now breathing heavily, letting a whimper slip. 

“Just a little longer~” Tenten’s switch was showing, and she wanted to tease Satya a little longer. Plus, she had a thing for breasts. So she continued to squeeze and pinch her breasts a little longer, even bending down to take one of the nipples into her mouth for a few moments. Satya let out a heavy moan at that and any pretense of a massage evaporated with it. Not that Satya was unaware of this part. 

Tenten giggled and pulled off, taking a step to her right and slipping her legs between Satya’s muscular thighs and parting them, revealing her eager pussy. “Okay, now we can move on. You have so much stress, I think you need a lot of work to get it all out~” Tenten cooed, quickly dipping her hand in the special oil that was safe for ‘internal application’. Satya’s breasts were just covered in warming lube, and soon her pussy matched as Tenten ran her fingers up and down, teasing her clit and lips to make sure she was all ready. 

“Mmmph~!” Satya mewled as Tenten slipped two fingers into her wet pussy, the lube making so easy for Tenten to move back and forth. Tenten giggled and used her other hand to circle around Satya’s clit while her fingers continued to pump in and out. After so much teasing and stimulation from the massage, Satya was extremely sensitive, so she kept mewling and moan as Tenten fingered her. Her hand went to cover her mouth, but Tenten chuckled at that.

“There’s no need for that. The rooms are dampened. Just let it all out. Be as loud as you need to let go of all your stress~” Tenten cooed, Satya nodding in reply and laying back down to moan in earnest. Tenten grinned and picked up the pace, making Satya cry out louder and louder, letting out desperate cries as she rushed towards her orgasm.

“Aaaaah~!” Satya cried, lifting hips as she climaxed around Tenten’s fingers. The masseuse kept going, fingering Satya through her orgasm. Satya kept her hips up, letting Tenten keep going at her. Satya actually let out a second high-pitched cry as a second wave of her orgasm hit her from the added stimulation. Satya trembled for a few more seconds before falling down to the table in a panting heap. 

Tenten giggled and removed her fingers, licking up Satya’s juices. “Hehehe. Well, all satisfied? Or do you think you need a little more massage?” She asked with pleased grin.

Satya panted for a few more moments as her mind came back to her. With a shuddered sigh, Satya moved to get back onto her stomach with her hips raised in the air. “Perhaps...a little longer. If you really don’t mind~” She requested, face-down, ass-up on the table, presenting for Tenten. 

“It’s really no bother~ It’s the full-service package~” Tenten replied with a giggle, rolling her eyes at her own bad pun. She stepped forward after a new coating of lube and slipped two fingers into Satya’s waiting pussy once again, the other hand reaching down and around to her clit...

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“Hooooh~ Thank you, Tenten. That was wonderful~” Satya spoke, in a daze while relaxing on Tenten’s couch, back in her robe. 

“Hehehe~ I bet.” Tenten chuckled, wiping down the large wet spot on the massage table from one of Satya’s big orgasms. “You really needed that, I think. 4? It’s not problem, though. Glad I could help.” 

“Thank you. I didn’t realize how pent up I was. Though I do have to apologize. My legs simply won’t work now.” Satya joked, rubbing her still-trembling legs. “How can I repay you for the inconvenience~?” Satya was laying the flirting on thick, even though she was unsure if she could reciprocate at this time.

“Repay, huh? Well, I got pretty turned on from that. Mind if I just sit on the opposite couch and get some stress relief of my own? I would appreciate an audience~” Tenten has slipped a hand into her pants at this point, getting a head start on her masturbation.

“Mmm~ By all means~ I hope that I am a fair muse for you~” Satya giggled in reply, spreading her legs and opening the top of her robe so that Tenten could see her body. Tenten let out an excited bottom noise and nodded, excusing herself to go get one of her toys.

[princecharmingmendes]

A Quarter After One | Raul Mendes

"Look, I know you're a hard ass but can you play with my hair? It would really help"

Hello hello! This was a request or an idea that actually came from the prompt above sent by the lovely @bvttercupbby (thank you so much!) and I was immediately in love with it. This is a blurb/oneshot that was planned to fit in the Hey Angel universe where they're in a stablished relationship, but could be read as an individual piece, but if you want to check that universe first, they're on my masterlist and the first part is in here (aster is also a blurb from that universe!). If any of you have any prompts or requests you'd like to see, feel free to send them to me, even anonymously. Anyway, I'll stop ranting now, happy reading and don't forget to tell me what where your thoughts on this piece!

*Word Count: 2.3K+

*Warnings: a few curse words, and I guess that's it;

*Posted: April 9th, 2021.

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It was a hard day and Y/N was tired, but she simply couldn’t sleep. 

Her shift was long and exhausting, too much happened in a short span of time. Too many bad news and annoyingly arrogant people to deal with, and she even had and early shift the next morning. So when she got home she was finally able to breath. Technically she went to her boyfriend’s apartment since Raul knew she had a tough day, and they were basically always together, switching between their places at least twice a week. He texted her as soon as she got in with the spare key he gave her a few months ago, letting Y/N know he was going to take an extra hour cause he got caught up, that she didn’t have to wait for him to do anything. 

So Y/N decided to head to his room and take a long warm shower to relax her nerves a bit. After washing her hair, taking her time to get all soft and exfoliated, and even going as far as applying a hair mask to keep it shiny. Then she changed into a pair of sweats and soft big T-shirt she loved borrowing (or ‘stealing’ as Raul liked saying) and padded downstairs, slumping on the couch with her phone in hands. But before she could curl up in the soft baby pink blanket Raul kept their for her, she heard the front door opening, and as she turned around to check, her boyfriend was walking in with a few bags on his hands. 

“Hi, Bambi” he smiled at her, placing the bags on the counter, alongside his stuff.

Y/N got up from the couch and trailed behind him, circling her arms around his middle, nuzzling her face on his back “Hi”

“Needy?” he asked with a chuckle. 

Y/N nodded her head “need you”

“Oh darling” Raul cooed at her, spinning in her arms to face her and gently cradling her jaw in his hand, the free one on her lower back keeping her close “I’m here, sweet thing, and I’m sorry it took me longer than what I told you this morning”

Y/N only nodded hugging him tighter and he leaned down to place a kiss to her forehead, before enveloping her in a hug.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I just had to stop by and grab us some stuff, wanna take a look?” he offered gently. 

And she nodded softly in response before adding a quiet “please”

Raul smiled before carefully maneuvering them so he could pull the stuff out of the bags“Okay, I got us the Chinese takeout you love so much, stopped by to grab you your favorite cake, a painkiller and as I was checking out, I saw this and I just had to buy it” he said before grabbing a Bambi plushie.

Y/N’s eyes widened and a small smile twitched on her lips at the sight of the stuffed animal, quickly followed by a shake of her head and a breathy giggle. And he was glad he got this reaction out of her, his heart a bit warmer when she reached out to gently cradle the toy in her arms before pulling Raul for a tighter hug. 

“You’re so annoying” she mumbled against his chest as he laughed, pressing a few kisses to her hair “but I love you for it”

“I love you too, Bambi” he pressed a final kiss before pulling away a bit, despite her whine, to look at her a bit better “you look comfy, that T-shirt seems to be really soft, is it new? Could swear I had one like that”

“Oh fuck off” she said playfully rolling her eyes and he chuckled at her.

“That’s my girl” he mumbled as he watched her getting flustered at his compliment “now lemme shower real quick, you can go ahead a pick the movie and as soon as I’m back I’ll bring the food so we can eat it on the couch and maybe cuddle a bit before bed, yeah? How does that sound? Good?”

“Yes, thank you”

“Of course, Bambi” he said pressing a quick peck to her lips “just don’t pick something you want us to pay attention to, I guess we both need the rest”

“Okay” was all she replied as he moved to his room. 

While she waited for him, Y/N settled back down in her spot on the couch and started scrolling through movie options, and ended up choosing a random action movie they’ve probably watched way too many times before, but she couldn’t simply be bothered. A few minutes since he left, Raul was back, hair still wet from the shower, in a pair of sweats and a random t-shirt. He was quick to grab the stuff he brought them for dinner and to plop down beside her, swinging an arm over her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her hairline. 

They watched the movie as the dug into the little containers and had desert, before actually dumping their dishes in the sink and coming back for a cuddle. Y/N finally started feeling her muscles relaxing as she laid flat on top of Raul’s body as they finished the movie, his hands lazily running up and down her spine. She wasn’t feeling so nervous anymore, and as much as she would give anything for a long night of sleep, she felt like she wasn’t going to be able to actually get a proper one. On the other hand, her boyfriend was struggling to finish the feature film, his movements kept coming to a stop, only for him to sigh and resuming his previous ministrations.

“Raul?” she called his name softly into the dark room.

He only hummed in response, squeezing her a bit tighter to his body, making her let out a breathy giggle.

“I think it’s time for us to go to bed” Y/N tilted her head to look up at him, only to find him smirking at her and before he could make any dirty joke, she lightly slapped his chest “don’t even start”

Raul chuckled and shook his head “yeah, I’m completely worn out”

“Come on then, champ” she said lifting herself up from him, and consequently the couch as well. 

Raul lazily rolled out of his place, grabbing her hand and trailing up with her to his bedroom. They both went on their little night time skin care/ general routine, side by side on his bathroom as they did most nights before collapsing on top of his duvet. He gently coaxed her to get under the covers before turning off the light. Y/N scooted a bit closer to him and he was quick to get it, pulling her to his chest before placing a quick peck on her lips with a chuckle. 

“What time do you have to be up tomorrow?”

Y/N sighed before actually answering “seven, I think, why?”

“I have to be up around the same time, so I’ll make us some breakfast” he mumbled, his voice already getting a bit more sleepy and slow. 

“Okay, thank you for today, I really appreciate it” she said playing with the soft material of his shirt.

She felt Raul smile against her hair as he nuzzled his face there “of course, Bambi, I love you so much, m’angel”

Y/N smiled at his sweet confession at his hazy state “I love you too”

“I know, Bambi, otherwise you wouldn’t put up with my shit” he murmured and she giggled in response “goodnight, angel”

“Goodnight, Raul”

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Y/N was getting frustrated. 

She was tired. Exhausted both physically and mentally, and all she needed was to sleep, but she couldn’t. She fell asleep rather quickly, only to wake up half an hour later and to get stuck in a cycle of napping for a few minutes and being partially awake for the others. 

Her muscles were tight, her bones hurting, her head pounding and she didn’t have much to do. Y/N didn’t want to get up and go watch something on the couch, that wasn’t going to help. But she also didn’t felt like laying down for hours on end without being able to properly fall asleep. And waking up her boyfriend wasn’t an option, even though she knew Raul wouldn’t mind, she felt bad doing it to him knowing well he had at least three surgery’s   in the following morning. So she didn’t have much to do. Y/N tried moving as little as she could, as to not to disturb the sleeping body next to her, and she managed to detangle herself from Raul’s arms to not wake him up. 

But it didn’t go exactly as planned as she heard him sigh heavily before turning on his side to face her. Y/N tried to pretend to be asleep, hoping it was just him dreaming or something like that, but when she felt him gently pushing the hair out of her face and moving it behind her ear, she opened her eyes to look up at him. 

“Bambi, what’s keeping you up?” he croaked in a raspy sleepy tone and she just shrugged in response, making him sigh “I’ve been feeling you trash around for at least an hour now, tell me what’s going on so I can try to fix it and finally put you to sleep”

Her voice was small as she finally spoke up, almost afraid she’d piss him off “I don’t know, I just can’t”

“Darling, is past one A.M. and we both work not that early tomorrow, but we still need to be up at seven, so please tell what’s bothering you” he sighed in defeat.

Y/N shook her head “It’s nothing, really, you should go to sleep” 

“I really wish I could just pretend to believe in you, turn around and go back to sleep, but we both know that’s not happening, and I’d be a jerk if I did that, so please, I just want to help” he laid his hand on her jaw, his thumb mindlessly caressing the soft skin on her face.

She leaned on his palm, enjoying the warmth of his palm seeping onto her skin “I just think I might still be a bit stressed with what happened today, and that’s making me restless”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Before we laid down? I could’ve made you some tea or something else to try to calm you a bit more, maybe even a massage, you know I’m good at it” he had a frown on his face as he said it, concern lacing his features and his voice. 

“I guess I didn’t want to be a bother, specially with something that stupid”

Raul’s honeyed eyes softened at her admission “it’s not stupid if it’s keeping you up at night, Bambi, you should’ve known that, and I would never judge you for it”

“I know, and saying it aloud makes me even more dumb for not sharing it earlier and maybe even saving us from this, I’m sorry I kept you up” 

“Oh angel, come here” he said before pulling her into his chest “you don’t have to apologize, that’s why I’m here, right? To take care of you, and it’s okay”

Y/N only nodded her head against his chest as she snuggled closer to him, mumbling into his t-shirt “okay”

He chuckled quietly before adding “Now what can I do to help?” 

“I don’t know” 

“Do you want a cup of tea?” he offered and she only tightened her hold on the fabric of his pijamas making him laugh “okay, what about a kissy?” he asked mocking the way she asked him for one a few weeks back on her drowsy sleepy state. 

“You’re insufferable” she huffed out as he chuckled.

“That’s not what you said yesterday” he sing sang and she slapped his chest softly playfully. 

Y/N shook her head holding back a smile as he laughed before adding "Look, I know you're a hard ass but can you play with my hair? It would really help"

As his laugh died down a bit he tipped her head up with his fingers under her chin, placing a kiss to the tip of her nose “jokes apart, of course I will, angel, anything you want, really”

She sighed contently at him as he pulled her to his chest again, starting to comb his long fingers through her soft locks “thank you” and Raul only placed a single kiss to her forehead in response. 

Y/N started feeling her body finally relaxing completely, her heavy limbs finally turning into gelatin, and her body basically turning into a puddle. Her mind was finally shutting off and all she could focus on was her boyfriend. His signature scent as her face was buried in his neck, his warm body under hers and his gentle caresses slowly putting her in a sleepy state. And she was grateful for having such an amazing partner to do everything he did for her when she felt a bit off, never pushing her to tell him whenever she was uncomfortable and being patient despite being tired as she accidentally woke him up. And even though this weren’t too much to ask, Y/N knew how rare was to find a man like that, and little things like this made her remember how lucky she truly was. 

“Now what about the kissy?” he asked after a few moments of silence and she giggled quietly before tilting her head up and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips “better, thought you were going to put me in emotional distress”

“Over a kiss?”

“Over your kiss, they’re special, Bambi” he said and she rolled her eyes at him, but both ended up laughing.

“Goodnight, Raul”

“Goodnight, angel” and this time, she was actually able to succumb to her tired body’s wishes and fall fast asleep. 

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🛁 🔥🧼SPA DAY FROM HELL 🧼🔥🛁

Prompt: Y/N has never been happier to finally have her spa day time at home, but what it should be a relaxing day, becomes quite the opposite when a beautiful Irish man decides to join her.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut(implied), fluff, frustrated spa day, clingy Finn.

Notes: This is dedicated to my sincere love for cosmetics and Fergal Devitt! 😂 I don’t know why, but Finn has always gave me the feeling of being extra loving, extra caring, extra sweet, even a little needy and clingy (which I’m a sucker for guys who can be extremely affectionate) and he just seems like the type, that’s why most of my fluff ideas for stories always end up having him as part of the plot, he exudes that energy of pure love and affection, I don’t know, there you have it I guess.. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Earlier that morning

I finished gathering all of my essential materials for my weekly spa day at home.

This was a sacred weekly routine I’ve had for as long as I can remember, one day of the week where I would shut myself off the world, without a single care for nothing except my own self! In crazy weeks, such as the one I just had, this was the day I eagerly waited for. My little piece of heaven on earth, where nothing could go wrong...

I was beginning to take my clothes off when a loud thump coming from downstairs, in the living room, startled me to death.

*Oh God, please don’t let it be an intruder* I silently prayed as I grabbed a metal baseball bat from the bathroom (Yes, I have one metal baseball bat on each room of this house ok? I know it sounds slightly paranoid, but I’ve had a rough childhood so don’t judge me!)

I made my way downstairs in my underwear and armed with my faithful baseball bat. I already placed it to attack mode, when I saw a manly figure kneeled down, messing around with a large bag, with his back facing the stairs.

*A burglar! Oh, you’ve messed with the wrong house motherfucker!*

As I was ready to give my knockout attack to the back of his head, the man said

“Argh! Every damn time this happens ta me! I need ta fix this cursed zipper”

*I know that voice..*

“Fergal Devitt! Have you lost your mind?!”

Finn’s whole body jumped from fright and he turned to face me.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! Ya almost gave me a heart attack!”

“No, I almost knocked your ass down, Devitt! Don’t you know better than showing up like a creep on my house like that?Don’t you know all about my ‘attack mode’ whenever I hear noises around the house?Fuck, I thought you were a burglar or something, I almost killed you!” I said, with my heart still beating at a ferocious pace from both the fright and almost hurting him.

“And did ya planned on killing tha burglar with tha bat or from a severe hard on?” He pointed with his chin towards my black and red lace lingerie.

“Ha ha, very funny Fergal. I’m serious! I could’ve hurt you really bad you know?”

“Oh trust me, ya are” He stood up and adjusted himself on his black jeans.

“Finn, I’m not joking babe” I said placing the baseball bat down on the couch.

“Me neither! Those are ta kill any man” He said as he approached me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, tightly securing me on his embrace while he kissed me deeply. Once we broke the kiss, he looked at me and said

“I’m sorry ta scare ya like that, I just wanted ta surprise ya”

“It’s ok baby, I loved the surprise, but please don’t do that anymore! It scares me to think what could’ve happened if I didn’t notice it was you.” I pecked his lips “Just give me a heads up next time ok?”

“Ok love. Now what do ya say about we go upstairs and have a little adult fun time, huh?”

“Uhmmm, I don’t know about that..” I teased

“I’ll make ya change yer mind love” He lightly chuckled as he kissed down my neck

Later in the afternoon

I begin to lay out my products on the bathroom sink, carefully choosing where to begin. When Finn bursted through the bathroom door.

“What yer doing love?” While he bites on an red apple.

“Jesus Finn, don’t you know how to knock?”

“What? There’s no need fer me ta knock”

“Yes there is!” I said shocked “What if I was doing something private?”

“Private?” He chuckled “Love, I’ve seen it all before. Yer gorgeous. It’s not like ya need ta hide from me” He sincerely smiled

I just took a deep breath as a response

“Ya didn’t answer me. What yer doing?” He pointed to my products beautifully placed on the sink, while he hungrily chewed on his apple.

“I’m setting things up for my spa day”

“Spa day?”

“Yes, I always take one day of the week to have some quality me time in which I happily do my weekly spa routine” I smiled at him proudly

“So what exactly do ya do on this spa day?”

“Well it changes depending on the week I’ve had. Sometimes I do more, sometimes I do less, but today I’ll be deep exfoliating my body and face, put a detoxifying mask on my hair and face followed by a nourishing mask for my face, applying a moisturizing mask on my hair and a deep moisturizing lotion on my body. I also might do my nails, but I’m not sure yet”

When I didn’t get a response I looked up to Finn who’ve had mixture between shock and amusement on his face.

“What?” I asked

“Wow love,that’s...a lot! No wonder yer skin’s so fucking soft” He said in awe

“Well..I like doing that..is sort of a way to relax I guess” I was blushing in sort of an embarrassed way

“I don’t mean it like it’s a bad thing ya know?! How do ya know so much about those things?”

“I don’t know that much about it, I just like reading about it and testing products...Some people see it as a futile thing but, I like it you know?” I said slightly self conscious about the amount of time people judged me as a complete hollow, materialistic and futile person, just for my sincere love for cosmetics.

Finn stood up from the tub, where he was seated, made his way to me and placed his hands on my hips.

“Well, I don’t think it’s futile. I think that ya shouldn’t be embarrassed about tha things ya like, ya should be proud of it, love! Besides” He started to kiss down my neck “I love tha fact that I get ta enjoy tha end results” He roamed his hands upon my bare skin

“Finny...if you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to do anything” I sighed

“But I can’t help it! Yer skin is so soft, ya smell so good and I’ve missed ya so much” He pressed his hardening bulge against my ass “Tha only thing I had ta keep me company at night was yer t-shirt...It helped, but it’s not tha same...” He pressed me harder against him “I need ta give it back ta ya, since I’ve made such good use of it, it doesn’t even smells like ya anymore baby” He bites my ear lightly

“Finn....please babe” I tried to fight back the growing need of him

“C’mon love, just give me a few minutes huh?! I just need some loving” He started to dry hump his hard bulge against my ass

“Fuck” I moan “Fine, just a few minutes”

In the late afternoon

“Finally” I sighed softly to myself. As I was opening the package of my face mask I hear some terrible singing coming from the room next door. It sounds like a fucking dying animal..

“Oh God, please tell me this is a joke” I made my way to the room next door and entered, just to find Finn only on his briefs, with headphones on, singing terribly to the very loud music playing, doing some laundry.

“Finn?” I called, a minute passed with no response

“FINN?” Still silent, as he bounces his hips (or at least tries to) to the rhythm of the music. When I realize that my yelling is useless, I made my way towards him and took one headphone out.

“Fergal?”

“Hey love” he pecks my lips “What yer up to?”

“I’m trying to relax” I said slightly annoyed

“Oh, I can help ya with that” he smirked as he reached for my tank top. I slapped his hand away, before saying

“I don’t mean it like that, I mean I’m trying to do my spa day, and your awful deadly singing is not helping at all. I love you, but you’re so fucking tone deaf! It’s driving me crazy!”

He chuckled and said as he approached me

“I have another way ta make ya relax love..”

“Fergal! Don’t you think, we’ve fucked enough already? We’ve done it twice and you’ve only been in this house for six hours!” I backed away from him

“I can’t never get enough of ya lass. I don’t think we’ve fucked enough already, I want ta fuck ya all tha time.” He reaches his arms to me

“Fergal, don’t you dare”

“Come here Y/N, let me tell ya a secret” he smiles deviously

The fucker knew what effect he has on me every time he gets this raw and possessive.

“Finn, I’m serious”

“Don’t be like that Y/N, I just want ta tell ya something, come here”

“You can said it out loud, I’m listening”

“I told ya it’s a secret, nobody can hear it”

“It’s just us here Fergal”

“Still..” He ran towards me, I was caught off guard so I didn’t even had time to process his surprise attack until I was laying down on the floor and Finn on top of me, pining me down.

“Ferg, what are you doing? Let me go”

“Hmmmm, I’m not really in tha mood ta let ya go” His eyes sparkling with mischief

“Finn, please I got stuff to do” I tugged my wrists in an attempt to free myself from his grip

“You were tha one who came in here lass”

“Yes, because I thought there was a dying animal on this room, Jesus, you almost got me deaf with your rotten singing”

He only chuckled as he buried his face on my neck

“In a few minutes I bet ya there’s gonna be another type of screaming in this room”....

In the late evening

I had sadly gave up my spa day and was only filling up the tub so I could take a bath, it was the only thing I could do since I was exhausted thanks to Finn.

The bath salts smelled incredible so I strip off my remaining clothes (which consisted in basically my tank top and panties)

And hopped on the bathtub, I sighed in content, feeling my muscles start to loosen up and the relaxation finally hitting me. But that soon went down the drain when the bathroom door opened

“Hmmm smells nice in here”

I opened my eyes to see Finn at the foot of the bathtub *Please tell me I slept in the tub and drowned and this is my version of hell*

“So selfish Y/N” he clicked his tongue

“What?”

“Ya didn’t even invited me?”

I had already accepted the fact that I wasn’t gonna have a time for myself as long as Finn is home so I just said

“Do you wanna come in?”

He just smiled like a little boy and took off his boxers. I leaned forward to give some space for him to hop on behind me, but he said

“I want ta be in tha front”

It was a rare occasion for Finn to want to be in front of me, but whenever he was far away for a long time he liked to be the little spoon, it was cute to see a man as strong as Finn wanting to be the one who’s comforted. I actually eager those moments when we would switch places and I was the one able to take care of him.

He sat on the tub in front of me, resting his back on my breasts, his head on my shoulder, pulled my legs on top of his so that his arms could rest on my thighs. One of my arms slides on top of his shoulder to cross his chest while my other arm was resting on the side of the tub stroking his short hair. As he hummed in appreciation.

“I like this love”

“Yeah, me too” I kissed his cheek lightly

After a few minutes of a comfortable silence he says

“Are ya mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I ruined yer spa day?” He looked at me with guilty eyes

“Finny, you didn’t ruined baby, you just...happily convinced me of doing other activities instead” I chuckled softly

“I’m sorry love, is just that, I can’t help it ya know? I love ya so much and I missed ya so much that I just wanted ya all ta myself today”

“Oh Finny, that’s so sweet baby. You can have me whenever you want sunshine. I’m not complaining”

“So does that mean that I can have ya all fer myself tomorrow?” He stared at me pleading with those beautiful ocean blue eyes

“Of course baby, you can have me all day if you want, at least for as long as you’re home” I smiled

“Really? Everyday, all day long, without ya having ta work?”

“Yeah, I promise you”

“Good” He sighs in content

“How long are you staying home?”

“Two weeks love”

My eyes widened in shock “Two weeks?”

“Yeah, I managed ta get a few extra days off” He smirked and pecks my lips

I still looked at him in disbelief, I was ready for four days or something, now two weeks?

“Good thing ya work fer yourself, right love?” He hummed satisfied “Oh can ya wash my hair please? I love when ya do that”

I just nodded in agreement

He happily smiles “Thank you baby. I love ya” As he rested his head on my shoulder again and closed his eyes

How the hell was I supposed to fuck this Irish man four times a day for two weeks straight? Maybe I should Google that, right?...

[jjkpls]

(y)our name 2 - two (m)

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> total words : 10.3k

> warnings/content : dumbassesfriends to lovers, unrequited love, slice of life; cursing, dirty talk, penetrative intercourse, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, some filth and then some more filth; jk being a lil shit, oc still panicking

jungkook : Who said I don’t want it

It took him a good twenty minutes to send this. You don't know if he pondered over it for that long or if, after getting back to whatever it is he was doing, the thought suddenly sprang in his head. It's such a curious message. Makes your heartbeat stutters and your hands clammy and it takes you an eternity to formulate a response.

you : Well you sent me the link for a reason

jungkook : Yea cause I thought it might help but it has nothing to do with what I want

What?

jungkook : You’re the one who said you wouldn’t do it again with me

What?

you : Did i say that?

jungkook : Yes you did

You start to type but stop as you realise you don't even know what to say. He wants it again? And what is he even saying? You don't remember ever saying that. Everything's a blur honestly, but Jungkook's words, his insistence, it almost gives off the feeling that he remembers well. Perhaps he hasn't just brushed it off like you thought he did.

you : Would you want it again?

jungkook : Say what you meant to send and I’ll answer

Those goddamn dots.

you : That’s not very fair but whateva

you : You wanna be a big baby as you always are

jungkook : I’m not even going to answer that

you : Well you just did idiot

You purposefully waste time, just trying to delay the confession.

You want to test your luck -maybe rejection is not what's waiting for you. He's pushing it, demanding you to tell. He's admitted some of his own feelings so you should do the same.

you :  it’s just that I found myself very frustrated, to an extent solo doesn’t do anything for me anymore..

As soon as you send the text, you shut the device off, throwing it down on the carpet. It's burning like your shame on your face and you can't bear to hold it any longer.

You really sent that. Your heart is beating furiously. You feel yourself sweating bullets. It's so hot, you sway your legs nervously, vainly hoping to ventilate the suddenly overly-heated room.

Jungkook is sweet, he doesn't leave you hanging for too long and soon enough, your phone is vibrating, begging you to pick it back up.

jungkook : Of course it wouldn’t 

you : Ok don’t even get cocky with me dude

jungkook : Why not? It’s my fault isn’t it?

jungkook : Cause I made you feel that good

So he knows. You were annoyed for you found yourself troubled, anxious and restless. Shaken to your core, moved to your soul. But a side of you, the rational one, kept pestering that you were the chaotic, dumb and weak one responsible for the mess he's made of you. However, here, he admits he knows. He's known all along. He's done it on purpose: fucking you up.

you : 😐

jungkook : Don’t admit it it’s fine we both know it

What an ass.

you : Seriously you’re too cocky what for

Your brain is off right now. You don't know what to say, tempted by the teasing warmth your chest is taken over but nervous to let it spread too far.  

jungkook : I know I’m right

jungkook : I’m not trying to embarrass you

jungkook : Maybe embarrass your exes a bit

jungkook : But it’s pretty easy to tell

jungkook : When someone hasn’t felt a certain way before

jungkook : I know you’ve never come that hard before

jungkook : Don’t lie to me

jungkook : And more than once you reacted like I was crazy

jungkook : Thats the whole fun of playing with a cunt it’s to make it come endlessly until it hurts and your soaked sore and allswollen adn red

Shit. How does he even do that? With just a couple of texts, rendering you speechless, breathless and burning. Soaked in your panties, the discomfort so evident you have to sit up, thighs pressed to one another by fear of exposing the incriminating dark spot out in the open.

He does own you. Capable of manipulating your body and mind with a few well-chosen words. It's something you've never played with, dirty talking. And you didn't know you'd like it as much as you do. But when Jungkook does -the other night, tonight by text- it's lethal.

But how could he do it so easily? Turning so lewd so suddenly? When for the past weeks, he's acted so natural, so casual as if he couldn't care less about the sex you've had. How can he just switch like that?

you : Are you drunk?

jungkook : 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

jungkook : A bit tipsy we went to a bar with the crew

That explains some of it.

jungkook : Was it too much?

you : Nono it’s fine

you : I just don’t know what to say

jungkook : Tell me what you want

jungkook : What you meant to ask me the other night when I so rudely interrupted you with a dumbass article

Well, shit.

It's just Jungkook. Honesty and shamelessness are the main keys of your friendship. However, you're not him and expressing your sexual desires as easily as he does is not innate.

jungkook : Don’t be shy just tell me

Fuck it.

you : I’d like it if you could be with me again like the other night

You can count the excrutiatingly painful seconds as they tick by. It's been fiveteen.

you :  😬

Now, fifty.

you :  😖 😖 😖 

Finally, he decides to spare you.

jungkook : Is being friends is not a problem anymore?

you : Idk i trust you you trust me

you : We communicate well most of the time

you : Last time wasn’t such a big deal was it? I feel like we’ll be fine

you : Don’t you think?

You're rambling. You need to stop rambling. It's one thing to be in constant panic mode with this shit -this you can deal with, you know yourself and you accept it- but Jungkook really doesn't need to know.

jungkook : Idk I guess you’re right

you : So when you come back are you going to consider it?

jungkook : No

What a dick. Toying with you, bringing you there to then, deny you. How dares he?

jungkook : I’ve made up my mind already

jungkook : You’ll have me if you show yourself convincing enough

you : like how?

jungkook : It’s not that hard 

jungkook : I love it when someone makes me feel like you really want me

jungkook : *they

Oh boy.

you : k ill try

You’re resolute to try. To try your hardest. It kills you, the idea that he somehow managed to have the upper hand in this. It feels like he's going to make you suffer. But the point of the matter, the only thing you care about anymore is the fact that you were wrong -he did enjoy the first time if he’s up for a second. Oh, and also, obviously, the fact that you are a couple of hours away from a devastating orgasm you've been craving for for weeks. 

You spend the whole day -luckily for you, you're not working- prepping you. Trimming and grooming. Exfoliating and moisturizing. And as you’re doing all that, your stamina is twitching in anxiety because, holy shit, it feels like it never stops. There’s always a thing to arrange, another one that wouldn’t let itself fixed and when was the last time you spent that amount of effort into looking (that) attractive for someone? Even for Namjoon, you did not.

You did a lot. You cared about him. Namjoon was always so class and handsome and you hated the idea of being an ugly potato attached to his side so you’d take care of yourself more than you would when completely single -just gotta be honest. But not as much. You’re not exactly sure why. Probably because Namjoon was attentive and sweet but not the same kind of lover. He wouldn’t feel you up as heavily as you remember Jungkook doing. He’s never specifically asked to see you with the lights on. He’d talk to you and listen and maybe that’s more what it was about. He would lean in and seem to be drinking in your appearance when you’d be having a good conversation. One where you’d get animated and passionate. You’re pretty sure your brains -no matter how lame you consider them to be next to his- were what he liked the most about you. He must have found you pretty. Surely. But you’d never really caught him giving you a longing stare from the other end of the sofa when you were not looking.

He’d call you pretty and ravishing when he’d come to pick you up for a date and you’d spent a lot of time dolling yourself up. But always the same way. Always the same words. Never anything specific to what you were wearing or whatever. And his eyes were not really looking, were they? It didn’t hurt your feelings nor your ego that much. Because there’s probably nothing more flattering for you to have someone like you for your mind rather than your appearance -the flimsy quite irrelevant thing that you don’t really have much control over. It was fine. And like everything that used to be fine, Jeon Jungkook had to make it a problem.

As you stare at your own reflection in the mirror, pinching your lips together to spread the lipstick more evenly, you’re reminded of the way his hot stare was burning you that night. You remember how every time you’d look his way in the dark, you’d see his big round eyes locked on you with the cute stars in it shining fondly. You have no idea how attracted he is to you physically. You have no idea if he is at all or it’s just a thing that he does. Maybe he likes you the way you like an ugly old picture of yourself. With time and fondness, it becomes sweet and special and you just like looking at it.

Maybe, it's a weird analogy.

More so given what he’d be doing to you, the words he was saying while looking at you like he did. You don’t know how to read this distinctive mind of his. It’s new territory. Not completely terrifying because there’s your guide, your best friend, walking you through it. But it’s like a new mansion you’re just visiting. So bright and light and welcoming, with so many doors all closed but not locked and you don’t know what’s behind any of them even though you’re so curious to figure it out. There’s all those new faces, secrets behind those doors. You hope he’ll open them to you. All of them. They’re holding, you're certain of it, mind-blowing surprises -if the other night, where you discovered an actual man instead of your little boyish baby of a friend, is anything to go by. And it’s wonderful, that idea. That after all this time, after being so sure of knowing the kid like you’ve crafted it from scratch yourself, there is still more to learn about him. New things for him to amaze you with.

“What are you doing?” Eun is watching you with a hand on the frame of the door, eyes blown wide and a weird stance. She looks about ready to flee like she’s witnessing something so unspeakable she is that close to jump on the phone and call the cops.

That’s rude. You’d frown if you were not so concern about munching up your freshly applied mascara. Fair enough, lately, you haven’t been exactly runaway material but the way she’s looking at you is plain blank offensive. 

“I’m just making myself pretty. Do I look weird to you?” Maybe you do. Maybe you overdid it a bit. 

She completely ignores your concern to jump on the exciting bait you did not even mean to throw. “What for? You have a date?”

“No, I don’t. It’s for my own, uh, enjoyment.”

Her face twists comically while she tsks in disdain. “Bitch, please.” Getting ruder by the second, she is. “You have a date. It’s not Namjoon is it?”

“No, not with Namjoon. But do I look too different, like strange-different?”

“You look gorgeous, babe. I was just surprised.”

“Oh okay, cool.” You decide to take her words for facts, panicking over potentially looking like a clownish try-hard is not what you need.

“So... A date? You little cachotière*.” Here, the nerves hit. You have been nothing but excited since the text conversation you had with Jungkook the night before but now, merely an hour before he’s supposed to be home, you begin freaking out.

It’s Eun and her overuse of the “d-word”. Because it’s not like that. At all. If it becomes a date then you have to rightfully so freak the fuck out. Thanks to her, even if it's not one, you start losing it. In your state of panic, while you observe yourself liquify in the mirror -it’s quite interesting to watch, you having a crisis in real time-, blanching in utter destress, another scary thought assaults you.

Jungkook lives across the short hall from here. He and Jimin and you and Eun are so close and comfortable around each other, you basically share one giant apartment, allowing yourselves to just barge in no matter how inappropriate the moment is. The whole floor is a constant open house. The probability of having Eun find out that you’re in fact sleeping over to their's is so high, it’s almost prophetic.

Shit. She’s going to ask so many questions. And of course, she won’t believe you if you say you dressed yourself up to the nines just to go play games with Jungkook. She’d think there would be something else to it. And she’d be right. But she doesn’t need to know just yet. You were blessed enough the other night, that she drunk herself to sleep with Jimin, knocked herself out so bad she couldn’t remember anything past the cake cutting. Not that you have or want to preserve secrets from her. It’s not really secrets. “Secrets” sounds like you’d purposefully want to withhold information from her from lack of trust. It’s not like that. It’s just whatever Jungkook and you are doing is yours. There are a lot of things you two never consider sharing with other people just because they are your thing.You two share a private garden and no one will ever be invited to visit it.

“Who is it?”

“I- just- it’s a bit soon to-“

“You don’t wanna say yet. Ok, I get it.” She says it with geniune sympathy, yet her glossy lips puckered in a little pout. “Do I know him?”

“Uh- possibly.” Her eyes widen for a second before they’re looking up to the roof, searching her brain for the full list of your common acquaintances -she’s understanding and respectful but that doesn’t mean she's not eaten up by curiosity.

After a while, as you ponder over your own image and consider wiping your whole face off of the makeup to just go with something more like your everyday self, the one Jungkook knows better, Eun gives up on the investigation and redirects her attention back to you, “Is he handsome?”

You don’t know how to answer her and end up giving an incoherent babbling and spilling of squeaky sounds that can only describe it better than words would. She’s smiling a wolf grin, picking up a lipstick from her personal shelf before taking a makeup remover tissue to drag over your already painted mouth. She applies, meticulously, the new taint she’s chosen. It’s a deep red, very sultry that gives you the look of a sexy vampire or maybe a succubus.

She gets it. Jungkook's tending to observe you is not the only reason you've worked so hard on yourself. He is so deadly handsome. You always knew but not felt it arouse anything within you. You saw him as that little brother of yours who’s grown so much into a very charming, universally attractive boy. But that night, with his hair -you’d never, in more than a decade of being his friend, seen his forehead and you’re oh-so glad you did not because horny-high-school-you would probably have freaked about it, who would think that eyebrows could do so much to someone's face- pulled back and his leather jacket, quirking his eyebrow and biting his lip and leaning around like he was some kind of James Dean. You don’t know how responsible are the orgasms -surely, they can have an impact on your perception-, or your thirst, but you’ve decided, observing him more attentively since that night, that he was one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. Truly.

Also you can’t actively name who would be standing right next to him on the podium but that’s just a detail. A detail you won’t share with him more than you did last time because you don’t want his ego to inflate and explode right in your face. It wouldn’t be pretty nor pleasing. He's cocky enough already as it it.

Anyway, you just want to look beautiful because he, himself, is so much so. 

“I hope you’re aiming to get laid because with this magic...” Eun leaves the sentence pending, her sharp eyebrows high over her protruding eyes conclude it. You can’t control the widely telling grin drawing itself on your mouth.

“You’re gonna need a lot of convincing.” It’s the first thing he said as he saw you walked in through the cracked open door. You’d just sneaked your way through the whole length of their apartment, trying to not get caught by Jimin while having a mini attack because said Jimin was sitting right there, in the living room you had to pass by. He had headphones on and was so engrossed in whatever he was doing on his cellphone that he didn’t even notice you, staring at him like a deer caught in headlight, not even flinching when in your panic to run from the scene while luck was still on your side, you had knocked down a craft bag full of noisy ramen boxes. You hadn’t even picked it up, just rushing to the end of the hallway for Jungkook’s bedroom.

You don’t know what you look like right now. You feel awkward and dishevelled and quite exposed, standing in front of him in your fancy outfit while he’s in his pyjamas, looking up at you from the bed, with an unimpressed expression masking his face.

“You know I arrived 2 hours ago, right?” He is not genuinely upset, you can tell. But there’s a little edge to his tone. An honest curiosity. And maybe a relief. Maybe he thought you had changed your mind and hadn’t bothered letting him know about it.

“Yes, sorry. Mom called.” You say it with a bratty roll of your eyes as if you’re not left warm and fuzzy each time you hang up a phone call with her.

She’s lovely. You miss her often but not to the point of actually wanting her around -she’d pester and nag the life out of you if she were to see the state of your room and just the general way you chose to do things. And she talks so much. She has so much to say every time she picks up the phone to ring you. Everything about her and about your dad and the rest of the family and the rest of the neighbourhood and what the mayor has been up too and what her colleagues at work have been discussing about these days. It goes on and on and on and you understand that it comes from a place of her missing you dearly but when most of the times it is okay and a fairly entertaining way of wasting two hours doing nothing, you couldn’t care less about whatever the hell was going to be replacing the shop next to your uncle’s when the stupid story is delaying the event of tonight. But how could you tell her that? So you sat on the barstool, your forehead pressed onto your handbag (that you didn’t need but you were supposed to go out on a date so that fit better the narrative), shoe-clad feet bouncing nervously in the air, half-listening, half-dreading, humming noncommittal monosyllabic words into the phone, as Eun watched you from the sofa, staring with a beyond confused, low-key judgmental gaze, miming with all her body how you should hang up and head out. And that’s how you arrived two hours late when you meant to be in his bedroom before he even came back from the station.

You shrug, grimacing in a form of apology. But Jungkook knows your mom like his own and doesn’t hold you accountable for the lateness anymore, his face being recovered by a soft layer of fondness at the mention of her. “She said to tell you she thinks about you a lot and misses you. And to give you kisses too.” He chuckles at that and you match him, amused by the double meaning you now give to the term. You used to almost fear those innocent kisses -more subconsciously than not, it just wouldn’t come about, none of you needing to express your affection like that- and look at you now. About to get screwed by him. For the second time.

He is staring up at you with an intensity, you don’t want to get ahead of yourself and assume what it means but it is here. And you can't help but stare back, hoping to not show too much how bad you want to jump on him right now. Lain in bed like that, back pressed against his headboard, with a half unbuttoned white silky-like shirt, and his expression and his demeanour, you can see that under the cover his legs are taut and slightly parted: he looks like he’s expecting something. You. He’s been expecting you and you’re finally here and he’s tantalizing you with the meal he knows you want to consume. Tantalizing because no matter how sure you are that his expression means he still is on board and wants you, he doesn’t look willing to make a move. “So, as I was saying: a lot more convincing will be needed.”

“Well, I’m here already. Doesn’t that tell you I- like- want it?”

“Sure. But still it’s late and I’ve been travelling all evening and I’m so tired.” He feigns a yawn. “As you can see, I was going to sleep.” What an annoying little shit. He makes his eyes all big and sorry-looking, putting his mouth in a pout like he’s saddened. But you see the quirks of his stupid eyebrows. He has the “bullshit face”. It’s pretty self-explanatory. Whenever he has it on, and he has very little control over it by the way, you know he’s in for some bullshitting. Either it shows when he wants to get away with something he’s done or doesn’t want to admit it out loud, or he’s straight on wanting to mess with you. He has had that stupid face since he was fourteen and he pretended in that one conversation about porn and sexism that he shared the same opinion as you and yes, lesbian porn for male was wrong and disgusting. He didn’t believe a word of it, and this not because he was a big fan of the genre but because he wasn’t a big consumer of porn in general -which you didn’t know at the time. You just knew that he was lying because his face contorted in a way it never did before and that was suspicious as hell.

So here comes the bullshit face and you already know why. You’re in for some torture. Jungkook and his stupid competitive ass. While he doesn’t like competing in 'real' life with other people because he doesn’t like to win over them, he has no problem with you. He loves to make your life harder. He balances it out by being the best friend you've ever had but still, so aggravating.

“Guk, seriously, don’t be mean. I already made the first step the other day!”

“And then you avoided me for a week.” He says, totally unfazed.

“It wasn’t even a week.” You’re the one scowling now. Mumbling through button-shaped lips. “Seriously, I can’t do this...” There’s a flash of alarm blinking for a second on his face as he straightens up in his bed, the cover slipping completely from his torso, exposing all the golden skin peeking from the open shirt.

“Do what?”

“‘Convince you’. I can’t- like- seduce you or whatever.” You grumble like an upset kid and that’s pretty much what you feel like. It’s like your favourite toy, the one you’ve been wanting for many Christmas is just right here, within reach, but you won’t have it because you’re required to resolve an impossible math problem or something. It’s too hard. You already feel yourself burning from embarrassment, your heart is thumping in your temple and you just decide to give up, taking a few tentative steps backward, hand already reaching out for the handle when Jungkook jumps off of his bed to grab it. Standing so tall and broad, hovering you, his warm hand holding yours and the breeze of his perfume hitting your nostrils, you’re taken by a rush of excitation. It’s crazy what the context does to perception. He stood that way in front of you so many times but never have you felt so small, never have you found him so big and attractive because of it and that scent, you’ve smelled basically all your life -a soft flowery carress-, never made your head spin that way.

“Don’t leave!” His voice is a bit loud, almost desperate and the thought that he might be makes you smile internally. “Lemme help you.” He demands so gently, with the stars in his eyes as fervent supporters to his cause, there’s no way you’d say no. He could ask you anything when he’s looking and talking to you like that, with his warm hand now pressed to your neck, thumb caressing your cheek.

You nod your head once and he kisses you. As softly as he is, your hands clutch at his shirt way too intensely to match. He’s so gentle like you’re a tiny little thing he’s dreading at the idea to scare away. So different from the kisses you remember him giving you the other night. It’s lovely anyway. Tender as can be. Delicate and kind and when he pulls back to look into your eyes again, your heart warms up with all the love and adoration you have for this man. He really is your best friend, the most important person in your life that you had chosen and he makes you so happy.

“Is it okay?” He whispers so sweetly you want to wrap your arms around his neck and suffocate him with love. You nod again this time more dismissively because a scent in his breath has just interpellated you.

“Have you been drinking?”

He smiles cheekily, dipping his head down in guilt. “I had a shot or two.” You relish in the shameful tremble of his confession.

There’s this complimentary thing about you two. One would often compensate for the other's lacking. It’s never been conscious or anything but it’s always been there. You see the way he gulps visibly, you recognize the tiny blush of his cheeks sauntering to his ears, you know why he had those shots, and you feel the rush of confidence run through your veins because he is so nervous, you can see it now. Therefore, you have to tease. It’s only fair.

“You were not this nervous by text, were you?”

“Stop saying that, I’m not nervous!” He exclaims with passion but you both know he’s lying and it makes you laugh right in his face, uncaring of his pinching your cheek to make you stop. He’s just too cute and dumb.

“Keep that up and I really won’t be nice to you.”

Even if the grin remains on your face, you shudder from head to toes. His tone has dropped to a lower purr, his gaze is dark with a gravity that wasn’t there before. That's funny because it really feels like a deja-vu. Last time unrolled so similarly and you know what is supposed to happen now.

“You always say that.” He doesn’t say anything, keeps staring, engaging in an eye staring contest, daring you to not drop your own. “You threaten me but you never act on it.” You say quietly. You don’t know what comes over you, probably just the heat of the moment, but you regret almost instantly to be so reckless. You don’t want him to be merciless with you. You had a taste of him being fairly nice the other night and almost died. You’re terrified of him being mean. But here you are tempting him into doing just that.

Perhaps he, who knows you the best, reads you again like a book he’s written himself and he settles for being soft and lenient with you. He leans in to smash his lips to yours, now wet and demanding, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before you even get to close your eyes. His hands holding your head firmly, his hips leaning forward making his thighs dig into you, his tongue greets for the briefest of moment your own, sending a direct message to your centre which you can feel clench around nothing. But before you can gather back your thoughts and try and meet him and work his mouth too instead of just letting him devour you, he’s let you go. All grip on you, any proximity allowing you to feel his warmth are gone. He’s so far the only thing that's still been linking you, the thin strip of saliva joining your mouths, snaps. You’re cold outside yet burning inside, heart erratically pumping in your chest, feeling dumb and confused and abused and revolted, because why would he already stop? Especially to step back and look at you like he’s decided he now wanted to be mean.

“I’ve helped you enough. Now it’s on you.” You gawk in silence, watching mindlessly as he proceeds on making his bed, laying the cover flat so he could hop back down on it.

“What does that mean?”

“Make me feel good. Remind me why I’m letting you have me when you’re being such a bitch.” You gasp at the choice of word. He’s never used it in front of you, not even in a joking manner -or maybe once or twice but he was talking about his roommate who happens to be one at times. Your astonishment is met with the greatest smirk. He’s having so much fun because he’s got the upper hand again. “Treat me better and I’ll be good to you when it’s your turn.”

And this is one of those moments you'd encountered so many times since you were a little girl. This instance where two options would be presented to you and you had to make a choice. An important one. One that you decided would define you and therefore, it needed to be the right one. Either you choose the easiest option, indulge in your fear of the unknown, turn into a coward, denying yourself what you really want because you’re scared. Or you carry your virtual balls, decide that even if you might fail, you will follow this terrifying path out of your comfort zone because you want the future you to be proud and thankful for you. Most of these times, you did not only think about you but also about the little boy with the bunny teeth and fluffy hair and big and soft wondering eyes which were always watching you, you couldn’t permit yourself to bend and plead because you wanted to inspire him to be strong and adventurous.

The boy's right there. Not so little anymore. Not needing any push nor any light to follow. But eyes still as big and soft, looking at you so expectantly, you recall those would never hurt you. You can face the shame. You can even face the embarrassment of not knowing what to do or try and end up doing wrong because it’s just Jungkook. He’d smile to heal your bruised ego and guide you gently the way he did before.

You step forward, carefully, as if he’s become the fragile being ready to fly away now. It's silly. The precaution is for you more than for him. Legs twitching slightly, eyes set on your every move, lips now hanging open as if he’s struggling to breathe, he doesn’t look whatsoever wanting to back away. He’s waiting for you. You slip your feet out of your shoes in a swift motion, before kneeling on the bed, one hand setting on his knee. You see his Adam's apple jump up and down and you wonder if he doesn’t wish he had downed more than two shots. He keeps switching from a nervous wreck to a hot “alpha” dude and you don’t understand how you're supposed to deal with that.

When you look down, pondering over your next move, you notice the blue shorts he has on. You know them for you’ve seen him wearing them multiple times before. They’re meant to be rather loose. At least you thought they were. But as you gawp at them, you’re struck by how tight they look on his legs. They end way higher than they should because of his position, his thighs filling them up to the point of straining -if he keeps them for too long you’re sure he’ll have a thin indent along his skin. His thighs look so meaty and the part just before his knees, lacking fat rendering his monstrous muscles enhanced. You press your own legs on reflex. You had no idea a man's legs could be so attractive.

The glorious view finishes to urge you on. Trailing forward, your hands set on the object of your new obsession, fingers loving the warmth of his skin and dipping in the flesh. He feels wonderful under your touch.

Would he let you bite them a bit? Maybe if you ask nicely, he will. You shake the thought off. It’s not the plan right now. You don’t even know if he’d like that and you’re supposed to please him.

You raise yourself from the bed, keeping your balance thanks to the grip you have on his thighs and get even closer to take a seat on the left one. Jungkook looks so handsome from up close. You’re met with his soft skin and pretty shades. There’s the rather deep scar he got on his cheek one of those times when you were fourteen and you were practising riding your bikes on the low stairs in front of the subway station. You remember how scary it was to have to entangle him from his fucked up bike with half of his face pissing blood. Terrifying. But it left him with this eternal scar, charming along with his boyish features, and memory of a not-so-pleasing moment but precious friendship. You love it even more because he lies each time he's asked about it, telling crazy stories that'd never happened, while sporting a cheeky smile only you understand. And there are his beauty marks scattered here and there like they’re playing a game of hide-and-seek. You find your favourite one hiding under his bottom lip, lean in to place a kiss on it.

When you back away his eyes are shut, his face so relaxed, he looks so peaceful and happy with this tiny curve of his pink lips -lips that you notice are smeared with a faint dark red you know to be the lipstick you're wearing-, you want to squeal from how grateful you are to have him like that.

Jungkook scrapes his throat when he opens his eyes again, shifting a bit under you as if to get more comfortable and you’re reminded that he’s waiting. He’s been waiting patiently and your clit from down here pulses as to remind you that you also need something.

So you start moving. Hands pressed to his shoulders, loving how sturdy and big he feels under you, you grind languidly along his thigh. You feel it building already. You've lost the manner, the way to do this for it to be nice, but it's so hot: he is, his breath on your lips is, the room, everything is. Soon the intense gaze you’re sharing with him is broken as his head falls backward, all teeth out from how amused he is. You don’t stop moving, no matter how confusing his reaction is, because the contact on your clit feels incredible. It shoots a succesion of electric shocks through you, blanking your mind momentarily each time, there’s no way you’re stopping because he wants to make fun of you again. 

“So I tell you to please me and that’s what you come up with?” He asks once his fit of chuckles have quiet down. 

Breathlessly, you counter, “You said you liked that.” You’re not offended about his change of mood. You couldn’t care less. Not when you’ve figured out exactly how to move your hips to treat your cunt, when the motion has come so easy to perform you can now speed up comfortably. 

“I do but when you’re done, you’ll have to try harder than that.” You nod, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. He takes hold of your hips. He’s not guiding, just letting his hands there as to feel you, encourage you. “For now, just make yourself come, babe.” Your eyes open again on his, the latter having a lot to say. You read them outright. He wonders if it’s ok to call you that. He apologizes every time he does it by accident so it feels a bit weird, unfamiliar. But the pet name, for some reasons you don’t care to elucidate, renders you all putty and giddy. He can probably feel it in the way you melt even more in his embrace, looking up at him with large eager eyes. 

“I promise I’ll do better after.” It slips out of your mouth straight from your hazy heart and Jungkook catches it with eagerness. You sound so tiny and lenient. Almost pitiful. 

“You’re doing great, baby.” He assures you right away, kissing your jaw with way more tongue than lips. “You’re so sexy.” You moan over him, from the pleasure building, the wetness on your skin, the praise, the name. Your fingers slip under the open folds of his shirt, too lazy and incompetent to unfasten the buttons, but so eager to grant your eyes with the glorious vision of his thick chest, they drag the tissue down as much as it’d go, not caring the least about how the stretch might hurt the skin around his neck. “Are you close?”

“Yes.” You moan in his ear. His hands on your covered hips glide along your thighs to sneak under the skirt of your dress and grab the flesh the find there. 

“You know one thing that I would really like you doing for me?” His voice, texture of honey, meets the crook of your neck and coats your heart in a thick, warmth layer.

“Tell me.” You pant in his face without an once of embarrassment left. You’re rutting like a horny bitch on his thigh, begging him to tell you how you could please him. How he brought you there, how he is doing all this is beyond your comprehension but you're loving every aspects of it.

“I'd really like you to cover my cock with the pretty lipstick you have on.”

Your lips press against one another. May Eun be blessed.

“I’d love that.” His tongue is at your collarbone for a devilishly short instant. “'Will show me how desperate you are for it.”

“Ok, I will.” He smiles to you, from his bunny smile to his glittering eyes. “Can you kiss me? Like ear-earlier?” His mouth is on yours before you get the question fully out. You moan into him, finding out this is the tiny push you needed. As he licks and sucks, his fingers digging deeper in your thighs, you get off both from the friction and his kiss. You’re almost there. You can feel the heat spreading. You sneak one of your hand down his chest to his crotch to get a grasp of his cock. It’s so hard and so hot under your palm. So hot and wet in your mouth. And you are coming undone, hips snapping on his leg, eyes shut and lips open only to leave out a small, broken whine. The pressure against your clit feels a bit too intense, a bit raw and makes you jerk and wince, until Jungkook wraps his arms around you and welcomes you into his chest, kissing the top of your head while whispering something you don’t really catch through the ringing in your ear.

It’s decided. If he’s ok with it you’ll come back to his bed for all your sexual needs. Rubbing yourself on a pillow never felt that good and he hasn’t done much to you, just being there and turning you on in a way that shouldn't be allowed. When you withdraw from his lap, you’re cringing visibly from the sensitivity, movements slow and careful, face contorted. Jungkook is watching you with undisguised enjoyement, a grin biting on his lower lip. 

“So I gather you like thigh riding too, now?” You shrug, red in the cheeks, avoiding his gaze. He doesn’t comment further. He just sits there, the tips of his fingers grazing mindlessly the thigh you just rode. The other set of fingers toying with the hem of his dishevelled shirt. You watch him from under your lashes, not ready to meet his eyes just yet, resulting in you having to face the prominent bulge of his crotch. The moment lasts for an eternity. All you can think about is why he won’t give it to you already. “If there’s something that you want, you should know how to ask for it.”

Aggravation is heavy on your temples. You take the time to think about it and quite frankly you don’t have it in you to start arguing for something you both know that you both want. You’re not that petty. He can have his stupid win if he wants. 

“Strip already so I can- suckyouoff.” How is it so difficult to say out loud? You’ve never thought yourself to be that prude but here you are, having to say the words, and you realize you’re so unfamiliar with them if not for the erotic novels you used to read back in high school. While he, on the other hand, says all those obscenities with such perfect phlegm.

His slender fingers raise to his shirt, toying with the first button and after an excruciatingly long time which tastes of pure torture, they unfasten it. They aim for the next one but just stop there. You’re boiling, shaking, this close to jump on him and rip it off already. Decency and, to a bigger extent, pride keep you from doing so. He would like this too much.

“That won’t do, ___.” You can't help the long sigh that escapes you.

“Remember what I said? Convince me.” He says again, stressing the syllables as to make sure you get them right this time. He's pushing you so far. Too far. You don't get why he would challenge you this much. He was gentler the other night, more complaisant. Maybe it turns him on. Maybe he's not a total dick and actually likes to be worshipped rather than simply enjoying your misery. You do want to please him. Therefore, with a trembling voice, breath shorten by timidity, you pronounce aloud the words you mean but hurt to admit.

“Can I please have your cock?” Those are the magic words. In a blink of the eyes, his shirt is thrown away, one of his hand sets on his crotch, massaging it softly while the other reach for you, open palm welcoming you forward. You fit yours in it, Jungkook presses the inside of your fingers to his mouth before he drags you to him. Once you've kneeled in between his opened legs, your hand slip from his. You look up, gnawing on your lip. “Can you like- guide me through it?”

“You've never given head before?”

“I did but- I don't know. I want it to be good.” He smiles wide. That big, big grin that shows off both his up and down lines of teeth, with his dumb nose all scrunched up.

He nods, observing you quietly. And you reach for the waistband of his shorts. You mean to just drag it down to his thighs but he takes upon himself to strip completely out of it. You have no idea how he does that, standing fully naked there, in front of you -who's still fully clothed, by the way. You're not complaining; when he's looking this good, it makes it rather understandable. He looks perfect. Perfect but not in a linear, boring way. In a shockingly stunning way.

You've never had the full experience. You had the massive thighs, the broad shoulders and lean chest, his pretty face and opulent fluffy hair on top of it. But all put together, he's a deadly piece of art. Hypnotizing. Shaped like an Adonis. He looks so handsome. Gorgeous.

And of fucking course, as any piece of art, not a detail is left neglected. He's this remarkable to his very sex.

It's so fucking ridiculous. And unfair.

Quick before letting yourself the time to look at it for too long and get intimidated, you wrap your hand around it. Fairly long and lean, fair with a blushy tip. So soft and warm and hard in your hand. Such a pretty cock. The thought plagues your mind but you're smart enough to not say it aloud. It's one of the weirdest thought you've ever had, you realize.

It's true though. So true. So pretty it just pulls you in.

You kiss the head a few times, slowly, before you slide to the length. Walking your way up with your tongue, you hear him hiss aloud, see his abs contracting in spasms.

The tip of his cock is so tender. Flushed, silky and soaked, tasting and feeling so nice on your tongue, on your lips. Your eyes meet his. You're just curious to see how sweet his face looks when he's letting out all those tiny whimpers. You see him grimace, frown before he closes his eyes shut and throw his head back, blocking entirely the view you're giving him and you're wondering if you're doing this right. He's not giving you any guidance like he said he would. He's not that loud, quite quiet even, if you consider how talkative he was the other night. He's not bucking his hips uncontrollably in your wet heat like you remember your ex, Taehyung, used to do.

As you suckle on the head, dipping the tip of your tongue in the slit, your left hand holding him firmly upward while the right one, curiously tests its way down, caressing his balls. There's a switch hidden there apparently. Each time the tip of your fingers dip there, he leaves out a languid groan.

“You're not telling me what to do.” You complain between two deep inhale, raising up. Your lips feel hot, tingly, and you imagine them swollen and red. You imagine it's the reason why he's staring at them the way he is.

“I don't need to tell you anything. You're- You're doing perfect.” It makes you roll your eyes. His voice is tensed, his words stuttered but he might be faking it. He's not even cursing or anything. His hands not gripping your hair. Awfully disappointing. Perfect in your mouth but disappointing around you. Even more so, when he stops you from leaning to work your mouth on him again. “You wanna give me more?” You stare silently, not having a clue of where a yes would take you. “Wanna try to ride me?”

It’s the best sensation you’ve ever felt. Sitting on his chest like it's your throne, having him look up at you with the giant marbles he has for eyes, enchanted and eager. “Should I eat you out first?” You’re soaked. You’ve been feeling yourself drip since you tasted for the first time a drop of his precum, you don’t need to be eaten out. You know what’s to come. You’re about to have him fill you up again. After all this time craving for it, dreaming day and night about it. You wouldn’t want to delay it any longer.

When Jungkook gets busy grabbing a condom from the nightstand, you take the opportunity to throw your dress over your head. You’re not sure why he hasn’t hinted at taking it off yet. His wandering hands have been teasing the skin under it non stop but he’s never tried to actually take it off.  

“Jungkook, why not take my dress off?”

He looks up from the wrapper he’s been struggling with, confusion shining in his eyes. His mouth opens, about ready to answer but he catches sight of your form, naked except for the delicate black lace lingerie you carefully picked. He’s never seen you naked with proper lightening, nor any close to this state of undressing as the last time he’s seen you in a bikini, well, you can't remember but it was probably in late middle school. He seems to like it. It’s the special gaze again. The one of a lover. The ardent one, dark, almost teary as his hands graze up your sides so lightly it leaves a painful scorching along the skin. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks.” You mean to hit his chest to chastise his over-exaggerated gravity but you can’t deny his sincerity and your hand simply lands flabbily instead. “Can I keep my, uh, underwear?” He just nods, doesn’t get cocky or mocking, eyes still bathing in your appearance, and a crazy thought occurs. Could it be possible that he sees you the same way you see him?

You don’t like to talk in leagues. It’s ridiculous and pointless and for the most part inaccurate. You know your worth. You’re a good person with a lot to offer, fairly pretty on a good day, with some flaws, of course, but nothing that outrageous, just like most people. But Jungkook is quite, he’s quite phenomenal. Friendship put aside, you can see how much of a surreal deal he is. And physically -even though it doesn't usually matter to you but since it’s about sleeping together for the sake of sex rather than feelings, it kind of does matter here-, he’s beyond anything you have ever seen, in real life or on a screen. He’s something else. Something else from another world. A perfect dream of a perfect sculptor brought to life. And he’s looking at you like he doesn’t know that, like he can’t see that and he believes it’s you the piece of art.

“Sure. You’re- It looks so pretty on you.” His voice has lost some of the heavy tension from before. He's smoothing the tissue under his fingers, studying the quiet intricacies in the pattern.

“Thanks. I just bought it.” His dark orbs snap up.

“For me?” You could lie. You could and he would never know about it but you want to tell him the truth. You nod. Shrugging slightly to pretend casualty. Kindly, he whispers, “Thank you, babe. I love it.”

Maybe it's the timid blush on your cheeks that manages to change his heart. Either way, it’s like he finally thinks you’ve done enough and don’t deserve to be waiting any longer. However, now it’s your turn to delay the action a bit. Placing your hand on his just wrapped firmly around his cock, you prevent him from covering it up just yet. There’s still precum shinning at the slit, and the head looks so sweet, you just need to know if it’d feel as good against your clit as it did on your tongue. It does. It’s soft and sleek, warm, it toys so pleasingly with your button and the visual, the visual is sinful. The cherry on top is the expression you catch on his face when you look up. Jungkook is as mesmerized as you are by the sight.

“I want you now, Guk.” It takes him a good five seconds during which he gauges your gaze. You’re not sure what he meant to find there. Doubt maybe? Disappointment? Probably. Disappointment matching his own for he seems to drag on the moment he separates your two sexes to proceed on slipping the condom on. You feel it too. The almost dread. There’s a vivid image of him jerking himself off against your clit that blinks furiously behind your eyelids. Fuck. It doesn’t help to see him tug at his cock and manipulate it between those beautiful veiny hands of his.

“Up.” You obey forthwith, pushing on your knees to let him place the tip just under you. His free hand push the crotch of your panties to the side, managing to sneak a couple of fingers between your lips. It makes him smile when he sees you unwittingly bucking your hips forward. “You control it all, ok? It’s like for my thigh, you just do what feels good to you, yeah?”

You nod. The rational part of your brain is freaking out but the greedy glutton that is the other side jumps on the occasion. Literally. In one swift motion, you've downed yourself completely on him, taking his cock entirely in, you’re almost positive you can feel him in your womb. It has him gasp loudly, cursing under his breath as his hands fly to your hips to squeeze them meanly. You don’t know if it’s a manifestation of a brusque and unexpected rush of pleasure or if you’ve hurt him as much as you hurt yourself. He should have done it. He’s the one that knows how to get you off. He gives you the power for five seconds and you manage to hurt the both of you with your incompetence and stupid hormones. It's not a good time to give up though. Not when he still has the steamiest kisses for your collarbones. You start rising up slowly this time, it’s decided you’re keeping it slow. It’s easier for you and brings you progressively to a more comfortable fit. Also as you take your time to free every inch and take them back in one by one, you get to feel him graze your walls. It’s a wonderful sensation. Being that filled up. Being on top of this man who’s still holding you like you’re holding his faith between your hands and he’s so willing to know what you’ll decide to do with it.

Lucky for him, you're feeling merciful. It’s hard not to when through the layers of sweat and crimson covering him into your lover, you still catch glimpses of your best friend. The cute little boy, forever the cure to your loneliness and adversities, the one person you would give up your whole life and its aspirations for. Even your family, you care so much about them, love them so dearly but you’re still marked by that time you had to come to the realization that your life was your own and you had to disappoint them by going against what they wanted for you just because it didn’t match your vision. But Jungkook, Jungkook could ask anything from you, anything and you’d give it to him. You’d give up on anything that’s ever meant something to you. Because he is everything. He's all the meaning your life owns. You’re not sure if it’s the right time but it’s there, sitting on his cock, riding him minutely that you feel a rush of utter love and adoration for the one friend that possesses your happiness since you were little. He's so sweet to have never withheld it from you but you know it depends on him. You could cry just meeting his pretty eyes looking back at you with as much fondness as your heart feels.

You’re getting too sappy, it’s ridiculous. You gather it comes from the pace, nice but not high enough to have you two focused entirely on the pleasure. Therefore you proceed to mix it up as much as your body would allow you. Switching the speed, the movements, rotating your hips instead of rising them, going back to jumping on it, just guiding yourself by his reactions, the quiet curses, the kneading of your flesh under his hands, the wincing of his features. He’s so hot. So sexy. You can’t keep your eyes off of him. You don’t even deliberately control your hips anymore. It’s just your body following closely Jungkook's advice. Doing whatever feels good.

“Guk, I’m close.” His eyes which had been closed for the past few minutes from the deep grinding of your hips against his pelvis suddenly shoot open. They’re not soft nor gentle anymore. All dark and intense again.

He grabs your face in his hand, the thumb digging in your left cheek as the rest of his fingers press the other one. Pressing his mouth hard to yours he asks, “Will you come for more?” He's harsh, voice severe as he doesn't speak but growl, sending an electric jolt to your spine. Soon the idea that there might be even more hidden wherever that Jungkook comes from is sending liquid fire to your cunt.

“Yes, yes, I will!” You gasp, blinking a tear down your cheek. He notices it and let his grip on your face to wipe it away. You’re about to come. You’re so fucking close. You can tell the ball of your orgasm has reached its maximum size, it just needs something, one little something to burst and annihilate everything else. “Why?” His hand is back to the side of your face, not rigid like before instead warmly cupping it. Eyes searching for yours, he presses, “Why is that? Baby, tell me please.”

“Cause you’re so goo-uh”

“Me or my cock?” He chuckles against your hair and you wonder how the fuck he has enough brains left to make jokes, when he’s that deep inside of you and must be, has to be, as close as you are.

“B-both” That makes him laugh again, that same mean chortle.

“Yes,” He’s moaning it so languidly. He relishes in the idea. “Shit- come here.” Jungkook presses down on your lower back, you follow leniently, like clay in his hands, laying entirely on top of him. He helps you raise your ass up higher and once you meet the perfect position to take it, he starts thrusting upward hard, slowly but brutally, each time you can hear the loup clap of his hips against your skin, you’re pretty sure it’s going to hurt tomorrow but for now, it feels fabulous.

It’s so rough and it feels like you’ve been going at it forever. The girth is dragging the ring of your hole along with the movement and that stimulation alone is electrifying. You’re almost there.

“Tell me- talk to me,” Desperation is laced closely to his tone now. It fits him so well, you're loving it. “Tell me y-you’ll come back to me for m-more, please.” He’s losing it, you can hear it in his tremble, his cute stutter. And the grunts he’s leaving between each needy word sound animalistic.

“I will, Jungkook.” It comes out before you even get to think the confession over. But as it does, you realize you mean them entirely. “I’ll always come back, you just, ah, you fuck me so well. So fucking good, your big cock always-” A particularly strong thrust, resembling more of a spasm, pushes a new tear down your cheek. “fills me up so good, you- no one has ever-“

“Fuck. No one has ever what?”

“Fucked me this good, shit.” Shockingly enough it’s your own words, filterless, genuine and born from the fabulous heat of this moment, that suffice to push your orgasm to the edge and make it explode and invade your whole being, body and mind. You don’t even take notice when Jungkook ends up coming, blinded and rendered deaf by your own pleasure.

It's when your erratic heart starts to calm down, and your muscles to relax, melting calmly into Jungkook’s body who’s welcoming you so kindly, not complaining about the heat or the weight or the stickiness, you gather he came too.

It’s incredible this sensation. Not that you’re proud of it but being taken over by pleasure so much so to render you selfish and clueless of your every surrounding, even your lover, it’s never happened before. You wonder if that’s not the precise reason why none of your before-Jungkook orgasms can compare.

As you land back safely on his chest, you're only granted a few minutes with his agitated heart beating under your cheek and his comforting warmth before your surroundings reappear to you, obnoxiously reminding themselves to existence. “Oh my god, Jimin!” You whisper yell in a theatrical gasp. It just makes Jungkook laugh. This moron.

“S’fine, he has Eun to discuss it with.” You raise up, fighting the fatigue, just to glare at him. It's the same stupid argument as last time. Except this time, it's so fucking worse. You still don't get how casual he can be about this. “I don’t care. Do you?”

a/n : Phew. That was a big chunk. If you made it this far, i thank you immensely. I’m sorry if the editing is a bit off, i’ve been looking at this piece of work for too long and my head is torturing me so yea, soz. What did you think? Tell me all your thoughts!! There’s still one chapter to go (but i don’t know when it’ll be up - i have other little spooky projects to attend to, i hope you guys don’t mind). ANYWAY. A beautiful week-end to you guys, kisses, love & 🍗🍜. :)

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[maximumninjavoid]

Mining for Unobtanium part 21

Oh my gawd, yes, twenty one.

Ya’ll have been so good, you get TWO parts of this nonsense today. that’ll make your Monday suck less.....

I’m having a GREAT time writing this. I need to put it all into one BIG WORD DOC. an asbestos word doc.

Unbeta’d, we die like appliances . And cheap cars.

@fishcustardandclintbarton, that’s their line. I stole it.

At eleven packages arrived. One was from a lingerie shop I had browsed at online, Bordelle. Their stuff was exquisite, really, cutting edge fashion, and wickedly sexy. I assumed he either knew or guessed my sizes. I had already done my due diligence on the dreadmill, hoping some of this whatever this was would dissipate, but even an hour at an incline of three and a half didn't settle the starlings in my stomach. Those were no butterflies. I spent an indulgent amount of time in the bath, lotioned everything that could be with almond oil, touched up my cuticles, decided my pedicure was in good shape,  exfoliating, buffing, it was madness. Nerves, I suppose. I mean, wouldn't you be? I began opening boxes. Stockings, of the most fine denier, that you could read a newspaper through, and a Cuban heel with a seam up the back. A suspender belt of black straps, almost like an open bottom girdle, with six garters. A matching balconette bra that would really display my decolletage.    There didn't seem to be any panties. Hmmmmmm. There was a beautiful pair of shoes with a low heel and an ankle strap, which was amazing, because I don't have the grace or the talent to wear heels. The dress that accompanied it was simple and elegant, well made, and also rather retro in it's styling. Fitted bodice, sweetheart neckline, sleeves that ended just at the elbow, rather fit and flare in its styling, and the skirt was voluminous. My God, there was even a hat with a little veil and gloves. He didn't miss a trick.   I began to dress. Fortunately two weeks in a hotel had not been all that bad for me. The circles under my eyes required minimal spackle, a bit of blush, a swipe of contour here and there, with my contacts in, eyeliner was out of the question and it hadn't occurred to me that I should pack lashes. Mascara it is then. Lip stain, blotted, fixed,reapplied, blotted again, this was NOT coming off, on my mask or on a shisuitAollar. I spritzed some scent in all the proper places and I hoped he wouldn't recognize it, and that it would please. I've never been one for traditional women's fragrance. It smells artificial on me. I like darker notes, spice, leather,and they're much better balanced in men's fragrances. I get lots of compliments, and never find myself wearing the same scent as anyone else. Seams straight. Pearls. Hat. Bag. Gloves. Aaaaaand it's 6:45. I've got fifteen minutes to make macrame out of my internal organs. And now, for entertainment, our brain will show a selection of every possible disaster scenario it can conjure, no matter how ridiculous. And I pace. I look at the clock again, and I swear it's moved backwards and now says 6:40. That cannot be correct. I shake my head. I pace some more. I pop breath mints like they're drugs I did in the eighties. I am not going to smoke. I might pass out. There's a knock on the door. My heart pounds. I walk to the door and try to breathe....{internal voice; don't lose your shit} I open the door and there he is. In a suit. Not just any suit. I mean, you can't. Not when you're built like a brick...... House ( apologies to the Commodores). I could write epic poems that would put the Iliad to shame just describing his fair countenance....but I would be doing him a disservice if I didn't spent some time on just how much style he possesses. Tailoring is one thing. Fit, proportion, but he has raised style to high art. Like old Hollywood meets English Nobility, and unless I miss my guess, that's a bespoke Huntsman suit. Made specifically for him. To his precise measurements, by HIS cutter, who has a file on him, and all their other clients; about their preferences, in colors, fabrics, linings, how they want their trousers, best preferences, THE WHOLE NINE YARDS. Did you see *The Kingsmen*? That place. It's actually Huntsman. I think they have been on Saville Row for over 100 years. Might even have a Royal charter. The suit is perfection. Fits literally like it was made for him..... Because it was. And it took twelve weeks and multiple fittings.  Charcoal grey, with a hint of a chalk stripe, very subtle, crisp white shirt, double breasted vest, with a watch chain no less, and the trousers are perfectly tailored, break at the perfect spot, and his tie is a perfect four in hand, and the tie is splashy, but flawless. Me? Oh I'm taking this all in, trying to remember to breathe, and he takes my hand, bows a little, brings it to his lips and just as his mouth is almost at my hand he turns my wrist and kisses the bare skin above my glove, and looks up at me with that smirk he has. "Ma'am? Shall we?" I put my finger under his chin and raise him to his full height . " A moment, please. " I step toward him and slide my hands up each side of his chest and lean in toward him. "Before we leave I wanted to thank you for your excellent taste. Your gifts were lovely and I hope I do them justice" and I pressed my lips to his. He pulled me in closer and wrapped his arms around me, his tongue sought to part my lips and I allowed it, my hand reaching up for the side of his face, as our tongues explored each other's mouth, tentatively at first, quickly catching fire. I didn't want to stop. But I knew if I didn't, we'd be rutting in this doorway and whatever he had planned would be for nothing. Difficult as it was, I pulled back and smiled. " I could do this all night, happily. And more, or did you want to keep our original plan? " He adjusted himself ( I don't think he knows I saw that ) and took my arm in his. "Do you have everything?"  " Thank you, yes. I have my key, my bag, I am in your hands" . He closed the door behind us and walked me down the hall. We exited the hotel through a side door and got into a car with tinted windows. " Please tell me I'm not wearing your lipstick" Smiling again, I remarked that he wasn't but if he wanted to... And he laughed and pulled me in for another kiss. We made out. Like teenagers. In the back of this heavily tinted car, and I couldn't get enough of his kisses. We drove for a bit, I'm not certain how long,  I frankly was too caught up in kissing him, and occasionally pulling back to look into those eyes. We could have driven off the cliffs of Dover, I'd never have known. We turned down a side street, then an alley and stopped in the back of a building. He got out of the car and said he'd be around to get me. Ok. I'll behave. He opened my door, offered me his hand to help me out, said something to the driver and then took my arm and we walked the few steps to the door in the back of this building. Henry was grinning like the cat that are the canary, and I couldn't figure out why. He knocked on the door and after a minute or two, it opened, and we went down a short hallway into a kitchen where there was a booth, IN. THE. KITCHEN. It was all I could do to not scream and go completely fan girl, for at that moment I realized where we were. This was the imagination station; the chef's table at Gordon Ramsay 's restaurant on Royal Hospital Road. I turned to my dinner date and threw my arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. " How did you know? How did you manage this? You realize that this might just kill me....oh, right, we have a provision for that. " He bowed from the waist " My Lady is pleased? "

" Oh darling, pleased is not the word! " Dinner was spectacular. Course after course of the most delicious ingenious things the chefs could create, with pristine service and just the two of us. Sharing bites, oh you must taste this, ooh! This, taste! Stealing kisses in between courses, and such easy conversation. we talked about books, and we talked about music, and he ribbed me about my ‘frozen in amber’ musical taste and I told him I had checked out some of the bands on his running playlist and liked quite a few of them. we sat close to one another, thighs touching, holding hands between courses, I kept getting lost in those eyes, but I did manage to hold up my end of the conversation.

I asked him if he was disappointed about not drinking during dinner and he countered with “ I haven’t seen you smoke”. We agreed that kissing was worth some sacrifices. Truth be told I did want a cigarette, but not as much as I wanted him. Dessert, coffee, more conversation, and I asked what else he had up his sleeve. He smiled. “ There is that american expression about the gun show?” I threw back my head and  practically roared. “ I have this well in hand. Shall we?” And he took my hand and we got up and walked out the same back way we had come in, to the waiting car.

[eliasbouchardisarobloxthot]

somewhere adjacent to peaceful

warnings/tags: middle of season 3/episode 101 spoilers, everyone lives au. emotional manipulation, power dynamics, slight dehumanization and conditioning, self-hatred and dysphoria, kidnapping. if there are any tags that i missed, please let me know so i can tag this appropriately. this is whump set mainly during episode 101, so it will involve everything described in that episode as well. again, this may be triggering, so proceed with caution. 

The first thing he felt when he woke was Nikola’s hand buried in his hair, tugging him up so he was staring straight into her face. She was smiling in that twisted way of hers, the way that hurt Jon’s eyes to look at for too long. Then again, without his glasses, everything hurt to look at.

“Welcome to the Circus, my pet,” she said in that disgustingly lilting tone. “I won’t bother showing you around the place. It’s a mess, and you won’t really be seeing much of it anyhow, now will you?”

She laughed, and Breekon and Hope laughed from beside her. Jon struggled against the ropes that held him down, screaming against the gag until his throat was raw, but they just kept laughing, kept watching him like he was some kind of entertainment. He hated it, hated the way they were staring, and he wanted it to stop. 

He slammed the chair he was tied to against the wall, and the laughing stopped. They righted his seat again, and a few minutes later they were taping him to the floor, chair legs taped up against the wall to keep him from moving again. He was honestly quite satisfied—at least he had caused a minor inconvenience, and he’d gotten that awful, awful staring to stop.

Nikola perched herself on top of him, leaning down against his chest. Her fingers wound their way into his hair, twisting and untwisting little gray-and-black curls. 

“You’re a very bad boy, aren’t you,” she said into his ear, leaning down to stage-whisper against his neck. Jonathan shuddered, trying to pull away. “You’ve been so, so bad, we’ve had to capture you. Trying to stop our plans.”

She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “Simply won’t do, Archivist. We can’t have you ruining things now after we’ve come so close.”

Jonathan tried to scream again, but Nikola shushed him, putting one long, cold, plastic finger to his mouth. “You’re being such a bad boy, Archivist,” she said, affecting the cadence of surprise. “I didn’t expect so much fight in you… well, that just makes you a more fun toy to break!” 

She undid the knot of his gag and tipped his head up, examining him critically. "Well, he isn't much, but he's not bad. Nice skin tone, dark enough for some good contrast. Still, it's horribly dehydrated. And these dark circles don't bode well for the rest of the skin. Dear me, Archivist, are you really so bad at taking care of yourself?"

Jon didn't answer, just struggled against the ropes. He knew he couldn't run, but he could at least try. 

"Aw, do you want to get out of the ropes?" Nikola said, voice tinged with that uncanny giggle. "Here, let me help you with that. Breekon, Hope. What we agreed on." 

The two men undid the ropes, lifting him out of his chair and holding him there for a moment.

"What was it you wanted us to do again, Miss Orsinov?" Breekon asked in that over-the-top Cockney. 

Nikola's smile widened into a sadistic grin.

"Strip him."

"What?!" Panic finally started to set in. He had just been angry before, but now they were taking away the one shield he had against all of their attacks. "No, no—Nikola, please, we can talk about this! We don't—you don't have to do this to me!"

"Oh, but I do," Nikola said, sitting down primly on the table with his tape recorder. "Are you listening, Elias? Your bratty little Archivist is begging."

"Elias—" He reached for the tape recorder only to get roughly torn back by Hope, who held him by the hips. "No, no, no, you have to—Elias! Elias, can you hear—" 

Nikola neatly pressed the "stop recording" button on the tape recorder and pulled out the tape, examining it. 

"You're awfully loud, aren't you, Archivist?" She put the tape back into the recorder, hitting play. Jonathan's own screams played back to him as he was thrown back into the chair, then tied down again. He felt the cold air of the strange warehouse blow over his bare skin, and had to choke back a sob. 

"Now. Let's see how the rest of your skin is." 

She stepped closer, looking disdainfully at the tiny round scars marking his body. "Those are unsightly." With one frigid plastic finger, she poked a scar on his leg, wrinkling her nose. "And your hand—oh my, you're simply covered with scars, aren't you? What a shame." 

She frowned as her eyes traveled lower, lower, and Jon was about ready to die of embarrassment when she finally looked back up at his face. 

"Now this is interesting," she said with a laugh. "I didn't expect something this… well, perfect, honestly."

The questioning expression on Jon's face must have been evident, because she leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"This is going to be perfect blackmail material," she purred, and Jon physically felt his stomach clench. 

"Breekon! Hope!"

They turned around, looking at Nikola.

"Get me some moisturizer. Oh, and an exfoliant—this Archivist has not been taking care of his skin." She faked a sigh of disappointment. "Do you have a preferred brand?" she asked, addressing Jon now. He didn’t reply, just glared down at his legs, trying very hard not to cry in front of her.

She sighed, sounding genuinely exasperated. “I’ll just have them pick up a selection.”

Once Breekon and Hope were gone, Nikola started to go about her usual business, which involved a lot of leaving Jon alone in the warehouse. The wax figures were there to watch him, of course, but other than that he was completely and utterly alone. 

He looked at the tape recorder mournfully. It was out of reach—he couldn’t get to Elias, couldn’t make it to the table at this point. His hands were shaking as he sat there, helpless, reaching for the tape recorder as best he could. But of course, he couldn’t—the ropes kept him down. His eyes were stinging like he was about to cry, and he bit his lip, praying the pain would keep him from crying. 

It didn’t. He felt the tears like acid on his skin as he stared down at the floor, tremor in his muscle making his leg shake. It was agony. 

Even the physical pain was nothing compared to the loneliness. He couldn’t even get to the tape recorder, just to know that someone was there, someone who would only hurt him the way he knew how to deal with. He would even have taken Elias at this point. At least Elias wouldn’t hurt him physically. At least Elias wasn’t staring at him.

The door opened, and Jon physically felt his neck crack as he looked up quickly. “Who’s there? Who is it?”

“Relax, Archivist,” Nikola said, the lilt of her voice almost ridiculous compared to the situation he was in. “No one’s going to hurt you. I’m just going to make sure your skin is nice enough that I can use it for my dress.”

He shuddered. Nikola stood beside him, looking down at him. “Now, Archivist, I’m going to take the ropes off. Can you be a good boy when I do? That means no lashing out, no trying to hurt me or yourself, and most importantly, no trying to hide.”

Jonathan sighed and nodded. Nikola put the gag back into his mouth, tying it back behind his head, and undid the knots on his ropes before picking him up and dropping him unceremoniously into a metal tub full of frigid water. 

He flinched at the immediate shift in temperature, trying to free himself. Nikola sighed, shaking her head. “You promised not to lash out,” she said, sighing. “Am I going to have to hold you down?” 

Jonathan held perfectly still. He could physically feel his muscles shaking, and as Nikola pulled his hair up to look at his face more carefully, he tried to keep as still as possible. It hurt like hell, but he looked up at her, not moving at all. His eyes watered from the pain, and Nikola noticed as soon as he started to cry. She laughed, roughly wiping away the tears in his eyes, and then let go of his hair, letting him fall back into the tub. It hurt, the metal edge cutting into his back, and more tears sprang to his eyes.

“Oh, someone’s sad,” she said through her laughter. “Poor little Archivist.” She picked up a rough-looking brush and started to scrub him down methodically. It felt wrong. She wasn’t being careful, she was acting like he was inanimate. Just something to use and prepare and then discard. 

The waiting was the worst part. It was excruciating—just waiting, waiting, waiting, until she finally tied him back up. He had never thought that he would be relieved to be put back in a chair and tied to it, but here he was.

Waiting went from minutes to hours to days. He sat there, waiting and waiting, and his head was pounding. His glasses had been gone for days, and his eyes were painful, which had started to make his head hurt, which in turn made his vision blur further. As the days went by, he continued to fight, but couldn’t keep it up for very long. After all, what fight was there to be had when he couldn’t leave, couldn’t see properly, couldn’t even think after all of the things he’d been through.

“Archivist, dear,” Nikola said as she sat on the table, running her hands through his hair lazily. “I’ve been thinking about all of those… scars. You’ve just got so many, dearie, and I’m honestly a bit upset. They’ll make everything so much more difficult, won’t it? It’s just so much harder to sew over those little round scars…”

Her hands pulled back on his hair, tugging him closer to her. “Well. I am a part of the circus. And I think polka dots… well, they’re not quite even enough to be polka dots, but they’re close enough, aren’t they? It’d rather suit me, wouldn’t it?”

She looked over his body once more. “And… well. The silly old Corruption, they’re the ones who gave you those scars, and that means I can’t fix them, can I? So sad, isn’t it?”

Nikola tugged his hair up so he could look right into her eyes.

“I suppose I can still work with it,” she said, turning his head side to side. “It’s not too bad. You’ll be perfect for the ritual, dear. This is more skin than Gertrude had, more usable skin at the very least.”

He struggled against the knots of the rope, feeling skin tear beneath them. “Ah—no, no. Bad Archivist.” Nikola hit him on the head gently, a punishment more suited to an unruly child or a naughty dog. 

Days and days passed. He lost track of what time it was. Either light or dark outside—that could have been an illusion by Nikola to make him think time was passing. His muscles ached from holding himself still, but he didn’t move. He didn’t want Nikola to hurt him any more than she already had. 

Nikola would wake him early, after too little sleep. He was washed and exfoliated daily, handled like an object, and every day Nikola had some new torment that she had planned for him. He’d be left alone for hours on end, or Nikola would keep him at her side the whole day like a pet, or she’d let the waxworks examine him curiously, poking and prodding and watching him react.

He couldn’t show emotion—crying just made the punishments worse. He went without food until he was practically starving. Nikola treating him like she owned him made the whole thing worse, being used like a toy or pet to throw away after its petulant child owner grew tired of it, and as loath as he was to admit it, he was getting more and more excited for the day when he was thrown away to come. 

But it seemed like it never would. Nikola just toyed with him, talking mindlessly to him as she did something else. A favorite pastime of hers was sitting with one hand in his hair, wrapping it around her fingers as she talked to her wax figures or ordered Breekon and Hope to do something else. 

As time dragged on, only tracked by the drip-drip-drip of water hitting the bottom of the tub or the slow squelch of wax reforming and melting, Jonathan sat there in the chair, desperately and terribly alone. If he could have marked days, he would have, but he had no way to. The loneliness was the worst part, watching and waiting for someone, anyone to come in and rescue him. But nobody came. Days and days and days, waiting and waiting, and nobody came.

And then there was silence, and then a new door creaked open.

“Oh, Archivist,” said a staticky, familiar voice. “What have you done now? It’s almost sad to see you like this.”

Jonathan let out a quiet, pitchy whine. He didn’t mean to, but with the headache and the pain in his chest, he was desperate.

One long hand on his face, the other on his chest, and Michael tipped his chin up so he was looking him in the eyes. He tried to speak, tried to beg, but he was still gagged, duct tape over his mouth holding it in place. His breathing was getting faster, and he felt his head pounding as his vision got blurrier. Spots were floating in his eyes, and Michael was nothing more than a somewhat golden smudge across his vision, cutting through the dreary grey of the warehouse. 

He struggled against the ropes, the fight starting to leave him. His stomach turned, and he retched, trying to speak through the gag. 

Michael reached out and tore away the tape, then plucked the gag out of Jonathan’s mouth, laughing lowly. “Just this once… Jonathan… I’ll spare you the theatrics. You deserve it, I think, after—” His eyes flicked down to Jon’s chest for a moment— “all of this.”

Jonathan gasped, collapsing against Michael’s chest. “Thank you,” he breathed, tears flooding his eyes. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“It was the least I could do, Archivist. After what your Elias said to me… well. I’ve started to think that maybe freeing you won’t help the Archives win after all.” He tangled Jon’s hair around one long, sharp nail. “And I could see your suffering, Jon. I could see all of it, and though suffering is my forte, this useless sadism… it’s really more the Desolation’s territory, and I detest the Desolation.”

He slipped his razor-sharp nail down into the ropes, slicing them effortlessly. “So I’ve decided to free you. Take the door, it’ll bring you to… wherever you want to go. And—” He looked Jon up and down. “Well, it won’t do for you to go home like this. I mean, if I was Nikola, it’d be just what I wanted, but… well, Nikola and I don’t really get on. So why don’t I give you this.”

He slid off his t-shirt, letting it fall into Jonathan’s arms. “Put it on. It’s big enough to cover you at least most of the way.”

Helen stepped out of the door, solemn expression on her face. “Let’s bring you home, Jon,” she said quietly, holding the door open for him. Behind it was Georgie’s little house, the Admiral sitting at the window with his tail flicking lazily. 

“Welcome home,” Michael said softly, resting his too-long hand with too-long nails on Jon’s shoulder. He gestured to the door—the one to Georgie’s house, not the one hovering in the air outside it—and it swung open. Jonathan took a deep breath and stepped inside.

“Who’s there?” Daisy’s low, gentle rasp made Jon almost cry with relief. She stepped towards him, pocket knife in hand. 

When she saw him properly, she almost dropped her knife. “Jon?”

“Jon’s here?”

“Oh my god, is he alright?”

“Where have you been?”

Daisy picked him up into a rib-crushing hug, sweeping him into her arms. “You fucking asshole,” she said, though it somehow sounded affectionate. “Don’t you dare scare Basira like that again. You hear me? No going off wherever by yourself.”

“I didn’t go on purpose,” Jon protested weakly, through quiet, hitching breaths. “They wouldn’t let me leave.”

This forced the room into perfect silence.

“They what?” Daisy said, words perfectly enunciated.

“Jon?” Sasha’s voice trembled. “You’re kidding, right? You weren’t—you weren’t actually kidnapped, were you?”

He bit his lip, nodding. Everyone in the room started to talk at once, rushing over to Jon and trying to comfort him. Daisy carried him to the couch, setting him down and heading into the kitchen with Basira. Melanie sat down beside him, finding a blanket and draping it over him before taking her place to ask more questions.

“One at a time,” Martin said, holding up his hands to try and quiet them. “Jon. Are you alright to talk about it yet?”

“I… I think so, yes.” He arranged the blanket more carefully around himself. “It was the Circus. Nikola and her waxworks. You all remember what I said about that skin, the one they were using for the, er, the ritual?”

Sasha nodded. “Gorilla skin or whatever?”

“Yes. Well, er, Nikola decided that she didn’t want to use the gorilla skin. She wanted to use mine instead.”

“Wait. She wanted to use your skin?” Tim looked disgusted. 

“She decided she wanted to—to prepare me for it.” He shuddered. “And I wouldn’t have gotten out if it hadn’t been for Michael.”

“Like… distortion Michael? Creepy door man Michael?”

Jon nodded. “He said he wanted to save me. Said freeing me wouldn’t help the Archives win, or something like that. So he… let me go. Gave me this shirt, which honestly I’m quite thankful for.” He wrapped his arms around his chest. 

“So let me get this right. The creepy clown mannequin lady kidnaps you, keeps you in her creepy warehouse for a month, and she doesn’t even give you clothes to wear?”

Jonathan nodded, and though he tried to suppress it, tears began to roll down his face. “I couldn’t see, either—she had my glasses. I couldn’t see anything.”

“You must have such an awful headache,” Melanie said quietly, putting her hand to his forehead. It was soothing, cooling his forehead, and he closed his eyes in relief.

“She—” Martin looked incredibly worried. “Was Nikola torturing you?”

Jon nodded solemnly, looking away from them. 

“Oh my god.”

“How?” Tim looked vaguely disturbed. 

“She—it wasn’t physical, not like that, she didn’t want to hurt me. Didn’t want to risk ruining my skin. She’d just—mostly she’d just treat me like an object, or like a pet or something. Something she owned.” 

He ran his hand through his hair, wrapping his fingers in it tightly. He tugged on it like Nikola would, just to demonstrate. “She would—she liked to just, just put her hand in my hair like this, and keep it there. Like a reminder—she would pull my hair sometimes, up so I had to look at her, to control me. It was like she was reminding me that she could hurt me whenever she wanted to.”

“Jesus.” Tim’s voice was low. 

Basira returned, Daisy at her heels. She sat beside Jon, handing him something warm in a mug—chai, homemade. He smiled weakly at her and took a long drink.

"And you were there for a month?" Tim sounded disgusted, and the look on his face was proof enough that he had gone straight from disbelief to pity. Jon settled into the couch, not wanting to move.

Georgie, who had vanished fairly soon after Jon had arrived, returned with a bundle of clothes in her arms. "Figured it might make you more comfortable," she said, draping the thick jumper over him carefully. Her hands brushed against his chest, and he flinched, looking up with wide, paranoid eyes at Georgie. She looked confused for a moment, then looked down at Jon.

"Shit." She brought her hand to her mouth. "Did the creepy clown lady just decide, hey, let's fucking ruin Jon's life? I'm so sorry, Jon, I had no idea. I don't—I know I donated all your old binders you left here, I don't have anything you could use…"

“I am going to kill her. I’m going to kill Nikola.” Melanie looked like she was actually going to do it, too. The resolve in her expression surprised him. In fact, everything about this surprised him. He had no idea they actually cared so much.

“We’re not going to kill Nikola yet. I would say priority one is making sure Jon doesn’t actually die of embarrassment,” Martin said quietly, still looking Jon in the eyes. “Are you alright? I just—I know it’s really difficult, and I don’t want you to hurt any more than you already have. I can ask around, see if any of my friends have a binder they can spare. If not we can always order one. And, er, I know you’ve been trying to pay for top surgery, and it’s not cheap, so… I can chip in, I’ve got a bit of extra cash.”

“Me too,” Basira said. “Severance pay from the police force, too much for me to use on my own so I’ve just been keeping it. If it’ll help in any way—”

“I can do a merch run on What the Ghost? if you want,” Georgie added. “Mel, you designed your own merch, right? We could do some kind of limited run design, use all the money we get to fund you.”

“You all are far too nice to me,” Jon said with an awkward smile. 

“We’re not, though,” Daisy said. “You’re in pain, Jon. Do you actually think we’re just going to let you sit there and suffer? I’m not going to—we’re not going to let you hurt. You’re a member of our team, and you’re a good person besides. Loath as I am to admit it.” 

He sighed. “Thank you all. Seriously.”

“Jon, stop it. You don’t need to thank us for doing the bare minimum,” Sasha said quietly. 

Jon just sat there and sipped his chai, curled up on the couch in his jumper and blanket. He let his eyes fall closed, and as Melanie moved over on the chair to put her arm around Jon, he actually started to relax. 

“Do you want to get dressed again, Jon? It must be a little uncomfortable not, er, not wearing anything.” Georgie handed him a cane, one that he must have left there the last time he was here, and he stood up as best he could, praying that no one saw anything. He noted gratefully that Martin and Tim both had their eyes averted. 

Once he was upstairs, Georgie closed the door, letting him change in privacy. He dug through her closet for a moment to find something to keep his chest bound down, to little avail. The best he could to was two sports bras, which did at least a bit. He threw on a shirt on top, the button-down kind, and put one of Georgie’s old jumpers on over it. Even just the little bit of compression made him feel miles better than he had when he was stuck with Nikola.

He finished getting dressed and returned to the sitting room, taking up his spot on the couch again. Basira put her hand on his, an easy comfort yet one that he didn't feel he deserved. 

Meanwhile, Daisy and Sasha were arguing in the kitchen.

"We have to get him to therapy," Sasha said, the alarm evident in her voice. "He was held captive, for fuck's sake. For a month. Daisy, wouldn't you want us to—"

"I would want my reputation preserved first and foremost," Daisy growled. "And if that means not going to a traditional therapist, I say that's a good thing. Besides, going to a normal therapist means Jon is immediately getting locked up somewhere, and you'll pardon me if I don't think more captivity is the solution to this problem." 

"Well, what do you think we should do, then?"

"I know there are a few people with Section 31s who've been sent to trauma counselors. If I can ask around a bit, maybe they'll give me the names. If worst comes to worst, Jon talks to us, and we read a lot of the DSM." 

Sasha sighed audibly. "Fine. But you had better get that therapist fast, you understand? I know what Jon can be like when he's under pressure, and it's not good. He… he forgets to take care of himself. And I think half the time it isn't even on purpose." 

As Jon sat there, leaning on Basira’s shoulder and listening to them talk, he found himself slipping into a quiet kind of apathy, staring vaguely at the space in front of him. He watched nothing in particular, eyes unfocused and glazed. There would have been some sort of emotion there—should have been some sort of emotion there, but instead there was nothing. Nikola had taken that away, along with his hope and his dignity. 

Basira had her hands in his hair. It was familiar. In spite of himself, he liked it, liked the strange way it was comforting even though it reminded him of her, of Nikola and her wax figures. He leaned into the touch, suppressing a quiet whine, still feeling nothing as she continued to pet his hair gently. Every so often, she’d gently tug at it, leading him to come closer and into her lap. 

His heartbeat was speeding up. Nikola. Here. Influencing Basira, making her do this to him, making him a puppet, a toy once again. He could feel the sharp plastic of her fingertips on his scalp, and it hurt. 

He stopped. Was this real? Was it really happening? Was Basira actually touching him, or was Nikola in his head, making him obedient even now that he was gone? 

Concentrating hard on his surroundings, he looked up. Basira’s hand was in her lap. He had his own hands over his ears, nails digging into the skin around his scalp—that must have been what he’d felt, the influence of Nikola’s routines pulling at his mind. The idea that she still exerted such control over him made him want to throw up. 

“You alright, Jon?” Basira asked, and Jon swore he could hear the echo of Nikola’s voice in hers. 

“Fine. I’m fine.” Nikola’s voice was in his voice, too. “I just—keep thinking I’m there again.”

“What? Wait, Jon, what happened?” 

He shivered. “I just—I felt my hand here and I thought you were—you were doing the same thing Nikola used to do, trying to pull me in. And I—I kind of liked it, liked how it was familiar, and—” 

“Oh, Jon,” Basira said quietly. “I’m so sorry.”

His head was pounding. Everything felt confused, like there were too many colors and too much noise. The hum of the heater, the refrigerator running in Georgie’s kitchen, Daisy and Sasha’s murmured conversation, Tim and Martin moving around upstairs, even Georgie talking upstairs in the recording room. He could hear everything. 

What was happening? Why was everything so loud? How could he hear everything, and when had his senses started to intensify so much? He covered his ears yet again, closing his eyes tightly as if that would keep the sounds out, dull the headache that was starting to pulse in his temples. Basira had a hand on his head again, but he couldn’t tell if that was real or not.

“Jon?” Basira’s voice sounded far too loud, a jet engine in a sea of car horns. “Jon, what’s happening? Are you alright?”

“It’s too loud,” he managed to choke out, knowing he looked ridiculous but not caring. “I can’t think when it’s this loud.” 

“Jon, it’s silent. It’s just me talking, that’s it.”

He slowly moved his hands away from his ears. Blissful, perfect silence. 

What was happening to him? 

“Do you think…” Basira spoke slowly, concern pooling in her dark eyes. “Do you think you might need to see a professional about this?”

“It’s fine. It’s just because of Nikola, I’ll get over it.” 

Basira remained unconvinced. In his heart, somewhere deep and unknowable, he was unconvinced, too. He could tell that this wasn’t a temporary thing. There was something leviathan and dark inside him that he had only just become aware of, like an eye opening for the first time. He didn’t understand what it was, and he was afraid he never would, but he did understand that it was not going away. 

“Jon!” Daisy called from the kitchen. He sat bolt upright.

“What is it?”

“I just talked to one of my old buddies—he wasn’t really the biggest fan of talking to me now that I’ve quit, but he did give me the number for his therapist. Apparently she’s the one that’s been doing most of the counseling for sectioned officers.” She waved an index card in the air, a phone number scrawled on it in black Sharpie. “If you want, we can make an appointment for sometime soon. I can call for you if you want me to?” 

Jon sat in silence for a moment. “I, er. Thank you.” He thought for a moment. “Yes, I’d like that a lot.” 

She smiled awkwardly at him. “She’s supposed to be nice, you know. Don’t have to be scared of her just because you’ve got trust issues or whatever.”

He flinched. “What?”

“It was a joke,” she said flatly, consonants sharp. “I was joking.”

“Oh.” He could feel his expression drop. “Sorry.” 

“Jesus, Jon, are you going to keep apologizing for everything? You’re fine.” She shook her head, looking somewhere between disbelieving and disappointed. “Fucking hell, Jon. You literally just misinterpreted a joke.”

She headed back into the kitchen, and Jon heard her sigh again as Basira followed her inside. Now alone, he curled up into a ball on the couch and stared out at nothing.

A new door opened, and static filled the air. It seemed like it was numbing him, soothing him, like a tuneless lullaby. 

“Hello, Archivist,” Michael said.

“Hello.” He didn’t mean it to sound so flat and dull, but it did.

“My, my. Still moping, are we? You’re so dramatic.” He sat down casually next to Jon, tapping his nails on one leg. Jon had noticed that he kept his nails long—a way to feel more at home in himself when not in his distorted form? It certainly made sense. 

Michael waved a hand in front of Jon’s face. “Hello? Are you in there?”

“Sorry. Got a bit distracted.” 

Raising a brow skeptically, Michael remained silent for a moment. He twisted a lock of hair around his nail. “Are you doing alright, Archivist?” he said finally, the words seeming somewhat stilted coming from him. “I mean, you were locked up for a month. It seems only reasonable that it would have some effect on you.” 

“I’m just feeling a bit… lost, I think,” he said finally. In truth, he really couldn’t define how he felt. It might have been the effect of the Spiral, but he felt himself slipping, bit by bit, out of himself and into something else entirely. 

“We’re all a bit lost, Archivist,” Michael said. “That is my domain. Endless doors, endless synapses…” He waved his hand around vaguely. “The throat of delusion knows no bounds, not even inside its own self. If it even has a self after all.” 

“Will you stop talking in riddles and give me a straight answer?” Jon asked harshly, finally fed up. 

“How impatient, Archivist. Let me wax poetic about myself for a moment, will you?” He sighed, reclining back on the sofa. 

“No, Michael, I will not.” Jon’s hands went over his ears again, tangled into his hair. “It’s too loud, I don’t understand—I feel like I’m going to die.”

“But you’re not, Archivist. You’re alive, or have you forgotten my little gesture of goodwill?” Michael perched on the arm of the couch, legs crossed. “I certainly haven’t forgotten, my dear. I remember. I remember all of it.” His eyes traveled up and down, lazily looking Jon over with his strange, static-filled eyes, and Jon had never felt more seen than he did at that moment. 

“Jon? You alright in here?” Sasha walked in, a basket of laundry in her arms. She stopped when she saw Michael. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh my, so testy,” he said with that strange, distorted laugh. “Tell her, Archivist. Tell her what I did for you.”

“It’s alright, Sasha. He was the one that got me out of the—out of where she had me.” He was unsteady, shaking, and when Michael’s hand rested on his shoulder, he flinched. “Please don’t do that.” 

Michael lifted his hand, retreating towards his door.

“No—stay.” He could barely get the words out, and he felt his face burning bright red, but he didn’t want Michael to leave. Not without giving him a few answers. 

Sasha left, casting a concerned glance over her shoulder before returning to the laundry she was doing. Michael sat there, staring out into space. “So. Ask your questions, Archivist. What is it you want to know?” 

“Just… why? Why did this have to happen to me?”

“The world’s not fair, Archivist,” he said, his hair seeming to bristle. “Why should you get better treatment than the rest of us? What’s a little psychological torture to a brave little Archivist like yourself?” His tone was condescending, overly saccharine. “You’re so brave, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” Jon hissed through gritted teeth, his heart racing. “Shut up.”

“Are you alright? You look a little upset.” 

“You—you know already, you know what you’re doing—”

Michael sighed. “So easy to wind up, Archivist. The unblinking eye has given you some very interesting traits, hasn’t it? Or were you like this before the Beholding took hold of you, my dear Archivist?”

Michael’s voice sounded echoey, like he was speaking through water. Or through very thick glass. His vision was starting to blur, and he could feel something—the air?—pressing down on his shoulders and chest. He couldn’t breathe. 

“Archivist?” It was muffled, the sound coming through nonexistent noise cancellers, calling through the walls of his office in the Archives—because that’s where he was now, in the Archives, and any minute now Elias would come in and make him give a statement, and he wanted to run and hide.

“Jonathan!” Dull, staticky voices. Or was it one voice? He couldn’t tell. The voice said “Jonathan” and he heard Nikola say “Archivist”. He covered his ears to drown out the sound, but Nikola’s voice grew louder as the other voice grew quieter. Who was it? Who was calling him?

He heard someone else’s voice, over the other two—his grandmother, calling him home, angry with him for staying out so late again. The book was limply held in his hands, bloodstained, warm. In a fit of rage, he threw it into a nearby bush and ran inside, apologies spilling out of him like the blood had spilled from that door, like the long, thin, spider’s legs had spilled from the book. 

There was a hand on his back—it crossed from the center of his back across his shoulders, fingertips curling around the meager flesh of his shoulder. He sat up, nearly hitting his head on the wall. 

“Jonathan.” The way it sounded was strange. Staticky.

“Michael?”

“You were panicking. I think you had a flashback.”

“Not really. I’m fine, just need a little while to recover—”

“Jonathan. You and I both know that you’re not fine. Far from it. The Spiral lies, and you are not very good at that.” He took his hand off of Jon’s back—how had it gone all the way across his back?—and folded his hands in his lap. 

“I have to go now, Archivist,” he said after a silent moment. “Be safe.” It sounded like a threat. The or else wasn’t audible, but it fell into his mind like a puzzle piece, fitting onto the end of the command with ease. 

Georgie stepped into the room, sitting down next to him on the couch with a heavy sigh. “I just spent a while with Mel designing the merch. You’re gonna—we can probably raise enough money to at least get you on the way to it.”

He closed his eyes, feeling a shudder go through him. “Thank you,” he said quietly, looking over at her. 

“Yeah. You’re—it’s no problem.” She delicately ran her hand through his hair, and he flinched.

“You okay?”

“Just—can you not do that? Touch my hair? I don’t—I, she used to do that, and I—”

“Of course. I won’t.” Her hand was still in his hair, and he pulled it away with more force than was really necessary, immediately feeling guilty about it. 

“Sorry. I didn’t—” He moved away from her, covering his face with his hands. “Sorry.”

“Jesus, Jon, can you stop apologizing for one second?” She pulled him into her arms, eyes shut tightly. “Please just—” Georgie sighed bitterly. “Please just be normal again. Just be the same Jon you always were, the one who yelled at the other kids in our class, the one who would host shitty parties in his flat, the one—” She raked her hands through her hair, looking him in the eyes. “Just be Jon again.”

“I’m trying,” he said plaintively, feeling very heavy all of a sudden. “I really am, Georgie, I’m trying as hard as I can.” 

Her demeanor changed—sharp to soft—something in her eyes melting into a pool of warmth and sadness. “I know you are, Jon,” she said quietly, saying his name carefully and delicately. 

The first time she had said it, the day he’d told her, was suddenly at the forefront of his mind. She had said it the same way then as she just did now, like it was so new it could break somehow, a strange hint of reverence in her tone. The name of an old god, just awoken from slumber, brought forth to a new rebirth. Old and new at once, somehow foreign and familiar at the same time, and beautiful in its strangeness. 

She’d called him Jon then. First Jonathan, then a pause as they stared at each other in his uni dorm. “Jon for short, right?” she’d said. Reserved, quiet—the first time he’d seen her that way. 

Her eyes were soft, warm, and he felt strangely comforted by it. It was like he was back in uni, when he had a stable, steady relationship with someone who actually cared about his health—

But no. He needed to stop thinking like that. 

“I’m sorry, Georgie,” he murmured. It had become natural to apologize now, a necessity. He had learned it before Nikola, learned how to apologize with eyes and hands and obedience as well as with words. Learned to apologize with gifts, with doing things he hadn’t been asked to, with staying quiet. Sometimes words just made people upset. Saying sorry to Georgie had certainly made her upset, even before this, before Nikola, before breaking up with him. 

“It’s okay, Jon,” she murmured. “You should sleep. Don’t worry about anything for now.”

He wanted to protest, but didn’t, just curled up in Georgie’s arms as his eyes slid closed and he landed somewhere adjacent to peaceful.

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine one-shot - “Gift with Purchase” (Rated PG13)

To prepare for a big audition, Tina takes Blaine to Sephora for a little freshening up, where Blaine meets the sales associate of his dreams. (2277 words)

Written for @hkvoyage, because I don't think I ever thanked her enough for "writing me into" her big fic, Butterfly Wings :D

Read on AO3.

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this,” Blaine says, turning on his heel and walking down the street the way they came. “This is ridiculous.”

“No, it’s not! It’s brilliant!” Tina grabs Blaine by the shoulders and spins him back around with surprising strength. “I’m not saying get a full glam makeover, just a little touch up. You want to look your best for your audition, don’t you?”

“I guess. It’s just … I haven’t worn makeup in so long. I feel kind of silly putting it on now.” Blaine can’t help feeling a bit self-conscious. He’s been cultivating a new image since high school – a more macho image. It hasn’t exactly been working for him the way he’d hoped, but one thing it doesn’t include is makeup.

“Nonsense.” Tina turns him slightly, directing him to Sephora. “BuzzFeed says that men these days get touchups all the time. Everybody from baristas to CEOs drops in on their lunch hour to get freshened up.”

“You know, you can’t trust everything you see on BuzzFeed, Tina.” Blaine puts his hands out and pulls open the door before Tina can push him straight through the glass. “Besides, I don’t think that plumper lips or the perfect smoky eye is going to help me get this part.”

Tina shrugs. “You never know. This is a Broadway role you’re going for.”

“You might have a point.”

“Look at the services they offer.” Tina parks Blaine underneath a sign titled ‘In-store Services’. “Contour, Flawless Foundation, Correct and Conceal, Polished Brows. You have to admit, Blainey, your eyebrows could use a little love.”

“What?” Blaine reaches up subconsciously to touch his maligned brows. “My eyebrows are my signature feature.”

“Well, they shouldn’t be! People should know you for your soulful eyes, your sexy smile, your perky ass! Not those caterpillars on your face!”

“Excuse me, Tina Cohen-Chang, but I---” Blaine has yet to decide which part of her remark he finds more offensive when he’s distracted by a man standing behind the checkout counter, chatting with another associate.

The most sophisticated, well-dressed man that Blaine has ever seen in his life.

He doesn’t look like he should be working at Sephora. He should be modeling for a high-fashion magazine, not slinging makeup in his designer suit, with his flawless skin, his perfect hair and teeth, and his high cheekbones. Then again, he’s exactly the type of person that Sephora would be smart to hire. Everyone that walks in here must want to look like him.

Blaine wants to look like him.

From Tina’s hanging jaw, she must want to look like him, too.

Or she wants something else from him.

And that makes Blaine shudder.

“Go, go, go!” she says, pushing Blaine towards the counter. “Go talk to him!”

“W-why?” Blaine asks, though he has a hundred answers for that question. Why wouldn’t Blaine want to talk to him? The question he’s secretly asking is does he have permission to talk to him? Is he qualified? Does he have to show some kind of credentials to be in the same room as this man?

“Because he might be gay!” Tina says as if Blaine isn’t thinking – and hoping – that same thing.

“But what if he’s not?”

“Well, then, we’ll know he’s straight and I can have a shot.”

“Nice.”

“What? I can’t be the supportive best friend all the time. Tina needs some nookie, too.”

“Tina!” Blaine whispers snappishly as Tina continues to push him forward. “I don’t want to … I can’t … I don’t think I … Tina!”

Tina gives Blaine one good shove that sends him stumbling forward, his flailing arms swiping at a display of face masks that almost falls to the floor at the man’s feet. The sound of Blaine colliding with the counter causes the man’s head to spin in his direction.

“Oh, hey! Are you all right?” he says, extending a hand for Blaine to take if he needs. Blaine doesn’t, managing to keep his feet without help. The man pulls it back when he sees Blaine steady himself, and Blaine silently kicks himself for not at least shaking it.

“Uh, yes,” Blaine says. “I’m … I’m fine. I was …” He looks for Tina, who was standing behind him a second ago. Blaine finds her three counters over, casually examining a display of Urban Decay lipsticks. How she teleported there so quickly, Blaine doesn’t know.

“I was hoping that maybe you could help me,” Blaine says, straightening his shirt and bowtie.

“Certainly. What is it that you need?” The smile the man flashes makes his face positively glow, and Blaine thinks, ‘Whatever you have that can make my skin do that, I’ll take it.’

“Actually, I’m here … uh … for kind of … a mini makeover?”

“Really?” The man looks Blaine over appraisingly. “And why is that, Mr. …?”

“Anderson. Blaine Anderson.”

“Mr. Anderson. So, why do you feel that you need a makeover?”

“Well, I want to be an actor …”

“Do you really?” The man leans against the counter to listen more closely, and Blaine is stunned by his reaction. Where most people, even Blaine’s friends, roll their eyes and nod with fake encouragement and tight smiles, this man looks genuinely interested. Blaine considers the fact that he may be feigning interest as part of his sales technique, but that would make him a better actor than Blaine.

“Yes. In fact, I have an audition coming up next week for a part in a Broadway play.”

“That’s wonderful!” The man’s smile becomes blinding after that revelation. “I bet you’re excited!”

“I am. But I’ve been working really hard lately. Between classes and my part-time job, my skin is suffering. I feel like my face looks drier than usual. A-and I’ve got some significant bags under my eyes. Plus, I was thinking that I would like my face to look a bit more sculpted, maybe? Contoured? I---uh …” Blaine gazes down at the counter while he speaks, preferring to look at the man through his reflection in the laminate surface than in his eyes for this next part. “I suffered a small case of the freshman fifteen my first year at college, and I don’t think I’ve gotten rid of it all yet. I’ve been told that you can see it a lot in my face.”

The man quirks an eyebrow as if he’s offended by the words coming out of Blaine’s mouth, and Blaine begins to shrink in his shoes. It’s probably his insecurity, Blaine figures. Or maybe his lack of knowledge. Blaine has heard that some of these Sephora employees can act kind of snooty when it comes to helping skincare and makeup amateurs. Blaine wants to take better care of himself, but this is an area where he’s simply not so much in the know.

That’s why he’s here. To learn from the professionals.

Well, more professional than him.

“Honey,” the man says, and Blaine braces himself. Here it comes – the lecture. “The only way you have baby fat anywhere on your face is if you weighed negative eighty pounds to begin with. That, or if someone glued an actual baby to your cheeks.” Blaine laughs. From somewhere behind him, he thinks he hears Tina snicker. “Where is this fat of which you speak?” The man reaches a hand out to touch Blaine’s face, but stops short of his chin. “Is it alright if I touch you?”

“Yes!” Blaine says a bit too eagerly. “I mean, of course you may.”

The man holds Blaine’s chin gently and moves his face from side to side. He squints his eyes, leans in close, examines Blaine’s bone structure. “Yup, I’m not seeing this fat you claim exists on your face.”

“No?” Blaine asks with a soft sigh, soaking in everything about this man touching his face.

“Nope, but I do see what you mean about your skin. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor neglected thing. We’ll get you some products that will fix you right up.”

“Great! Thank goodness.”

As the man turns to the drawers behind him, Blaine inadvertently glances at the items laid around the counter, and for the first time takes note of their price tags. He doesn’t know what the blue liquid is in the tiny pump bottle by his right hand, but for the amount of money it would take to try it out, he could buy groceries for a week. “Oh, but … I don’t really have a lot of money.”

“That’s alright. That’s the wonderful thing about Sephora - free samples. And you’re allowed five free samples in every category. So let’s go all out, shall we?” He starts pulling out travel bottles and packets by the handfuls. “We’ll get you some moisturizers, some under eye concealer, maybe a new fragrance. Though …” The man leans forward and takes a sniff. “Whatever it is that you’re wearing really seems to suit you. You might not want to mess with a good thing.”

“Oh. Okay. Th-that’s good to know.” Blaine blushes as the man gets back to business because all he’s wearing for the moment is Ivory soap and Aveeno.

“So here we have some of the more essential Glamglow products,” the man says, filling a small Sephora bag with the items he’s gathered together so far. “Masks and oils and exfoliating muds to clear away dead skin cells and bring back your natural glow. We’ve got some concealer samples, just to even out your skin tone, brighten up that under eye, help you look a little more awake after a night of partying …”

“Oh, I don’t party,” Blaine corrects, feeling like he needs to explain.

The man grins. He looks pleased and apologetic at the same time. “Maybe someone should fix that for you. But in the meantime, for after a long night of working and studying then.”

“Yeah,” Blaine says, still stuck on the someone should fix that for you comment, hoping he meant someone like him, perhaps?

“I’ve thrown in some mattifying powder to keep the shine on your nose at bay, some highlighter to give you shine everywhere else, and I know I said you didn’t need it, but I included a few samples of Armani Code. It’s their new fragrance.”

“Oh.” Blaine peeks in the bag as the man adds a few sample bottles. “I’ve never smelt it. Do you think that scent would suit me?”

“Well” – the man bites his lower lip and inches closer – “it’s what I’m wearing right now.”

“Here you are, Mr. Hummel. Sorry for the wait.”

The associate the man had been talking with when Blaine first arrived returns a second before Blaine gets the chance to catch a whiff of his cologne. Blaine hadn’t even notice her go, but here she was, handing the man (Mr. Hummel?) a stack of flat boxes. “We had a small mix-up with the orders in the back.”

“Not a problem, Olivia,” he says, taking the boxes. “I found a way to keep myself occupied.” He looks at Blaine and winks.

That wink hits Blaine like a kiss on the lips, and he discovers that he can’t seem to get his mouth to work. “So, you don’t work here,” he manages after a long, embarrassing seven seconds with his mouth hanging open.

“No, I don’t,” the man admits sheepishly. “My name’s Kurt Hummel. But if it’s any consolation, I do work for Vogue, so it’s not like your skin was in the hands of a maniac.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Blaine kids, completely stunned.

“And unfortunately, I have to get back to the office. We’re reviewing these products for a feature article, and I’m already late.”

“Oh,” Blaine says, disappointed. “That’s too bad.”

“But if you’re still interested in that makeover, and I’m really hoping you are …” Kurt moves an edge of the stack to the counter, freeing up his hand to search his pocket for his business card “… this has my number. Give me a call. You can come down to my office and I can take care of that for you. Your life sounds pretty stressful so we can start with a nice, relaxing facial, and move on from there.”

Kurt gives Blaine a second wink. This one doesn’t just leave Blaine speechless.

It makes him weak in the knees.

“That sounds … that sounds great!” Blaine gushes, curious what he’d done to deserve the offer of being pampered by this gorgeous man. If he has to be honest with himself, this wouldn’t have even happened if Tina hadn’t shoved him in here … literally. “Yes, absolutely, Mr. Hummel. I would love that.”

“Good.” Kurt chuckles. “And I would love it if you called me Kurt.”

“Kurt,” Blaine says, starry-eyed. “Yes. Kurt. I’ll call you Kurt. And I’ll call you … Kurt.”

Kurt smiles, backing out the door while Blaine rambles, heading for a black Town Car waiting out front. A driver dressed in a navy suit takes Kurt’s boxes while Kurt lets himself into the backseat. Blaine watches Kurt, dumbstruck, until the car pulls away from the curb, as if he had just been introduced to royalty.

After Kurt leaves, Tina returns, sliding up to Blaine with arms crossed and hip cocked.

“Well, well, well, I’m impressed. I left you alone with him for all of half-an-hour and he offered to give you a facial?”

It takes Blaine a second of clearing the hearts from his eyes before he grasps what Tina means.

“Oh God!” he groans, grabbing his bag of samples off the counter. “Not that kind of facial, Tina! Gross!”

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Cutie Reviews: Kira Kira Crate Dec 18

This months theme: Renew and Reset

“As the year is coming to an end, it’s important to revitalize your J-beauty routine with items to help you renew and rest with care! Step into December’s crate curation that will leave you ready to take on the new year.“

Kumano Hair Treatment

It’s been a really long time since we got our last hair treatment product, and I was sad because I finally used the last of it. But luckily it was just in time for this beauty, a perfect replacement!

This product, rather than being made from apples is made from oil found in Camellia flowers, which is known for being highly moisturizing. You apply it like you would conditioner, then before finishing the bath you rinse it out. It is made to help repair dry split ends so it’s recommend you use it from the nape of the neck down, but I just apply it all over my hair.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I love how it smells~

I’m not really sure what a camellia flower smells like, but it smells exactly like the mangostein (an uncommon fruit) lotion I have. Funnily enough it also feels like lotion, it’s a bit thinner than my prior hair stuff. My hair is usually soft after washing it, but products like this extend the effect and make it last longer.

It might just be me, but I also feel like my split ends look a little better too. I had planned on cutting my hair the other day but I completely forgot, so in a way it paid off because I could compare it now. 

Face Brush

Our next item is meant to be used with the item that will be following this, or just any other sort of facial cleaning item. As you can see from the sticker on the package, this isn’t an ordinary brush- it was ranked as the #1 facial brush in Japan!

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

Oh my gosh you guys, the bristles/brush is very very VERY soft and smooth against the skin. I noticed a difference after using it (along with the following item), and it’s pretty much the equivalent of the black foundation brush in the prior post.

If you ever see this or anything like it, I’d recommend getting it.

Enzyme Cleanser

Our next item is a packet of smaller packets used to cleanse and exfoliate the skin at the same time. As I mentioned above, this is the “partner item“ to the brush. All you do is add some water to foam it up, then you use the brush to cover your face, then rinse it off.

Okay, so... I have some concerns about this one. Besides accidentally breathing in it’s peach-scented powder (which burned my nose for a second), take a look at this picture:

Note how foamy that hand is. That didn’t happen with me at all. 

Rating: ♥ ♥

The booklet instructs you to add a spoonful of water, which I did, but it was super watery and runny and got worse the more I tried to foam it. I washed my hand and got a second packet with barely better results after it turned into a paste...

I don’t know what I did wrong, but I wasn’t able to ever get it foamy and I didn’t want to keep wasting them. I did manage to make what I had work, and the water had become kind of... smooth, oily? from the product so I managed, and my face actually feels really good. I was surprised.

It also smells really good so I’ll give it that.

Rilakkuma Nail Buffer

This cute little duo nail piece is perfect for any last-minute snags while you might be out of the house, or just to brighten up your dull nails. It also comes in this really cute pack, so you can put it in things or use it like a keychain. 

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

Anyone with nails can relate, it comes in handy to carry around a file or something on hand at all times. It might sound overly dramatic, but a broken nail can really ruin someone’s day- not only does it hurt, but it can also snag on things and make it worse.

I give this a big thumbs up! I really like using it to buff my nails but I’m a bit more hesitant to use the file side. I don’t want to hurt Rilakkuma.

Lip Sheet Mask

It’s been a really long time since we last got a Choosy lip mask, and this one is a repeat so I don’t think I’ll entirely be reviewing it because I’ve already done it before. But I’ll still give some opinion.

I really like this brand of lip mask, especially this one because it smells fantastic. They’re not super wet so you’re face doesn’t get sticky and there isn’t a mess to clean up after. My lips were feeling dry when I put it on, and 30 minutes later they were very soft.

I will say that the softness is kind of temporary, but I think a big part of that was because of the cold air I have blowing on me. I put on a little lip balm and my lips are super soft again.

I would highly recommend this brand if you come across it. We used to get these a bit frequently like a year or so back, but I really wish they would start to bring them in again.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Quality - 4 out of 5. Everything is fine, but I was so confused over the enzyme product. I wish there was more clear instruction because I really don’t know what I did wrong. 

Theme - 5 out of 5. Not Christmassy at all, there was nothing wintery either except for the cover, which I feel like is kind of false advertising...  But not really, because the theme was to refresh, which I felt like the items definitely did!

Content - 4 out of 5. I liked everything, but I was sad they didn’t give us a variety item like usual. The enzyme stuff does work, but it wasn’t the way it was supposed to, so I’m kind of iffy about it.

Total Rank: 9 out of 10 Cuties. I’m not like oh my gosh this was so awesome! but I really did like this one. Again, it has very minor faults but they were my own personal issues/hang-ups so I’m not going to take it out against the box and ruin what I generally found to be pleasant. I’ve said this a few times, but I would recommend everything in this box.

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

1. Lip Mask - As I said, Choosy is the best lip mask brand by far. The packaging always looks elegant and clean and has a fun lip image on the front, the scents are always great, and they feel really nice to use.

2. Hair Treatement - It’s very similar to my previous one, although the tube is a lot more plain. I love it’s scent~

3. Brush - Kind of plain to look at, but the brush felt wonderful and I love the gingham pattern on the packaging.

4. Rilakkuma Nail Buffer - Generic Rilakkuma pose but I still think it’s really cute. A semi-essential item that comes in fun packaging :P

5. Enzyme Cleanser - It smells really good and I did like the effect, I just wish I could figure out what went wrong and fix it.

Well, that will be doing it for this review :3 I hope you enjoyed and until next time, remember to open a box of cuteness every day!

[667-darkavenue]

cake by the ocean - ficlet

Fandom: The Adventure Zone

Pairing: Lup/Lucretia

Summary: Pirate AU. Takes place during The Stolen Century. The Starblaster crashes into the sea and gets taken hostage by mermaids. To meet their demands and get the spaceship back from the depths of the ocean, the gang have to take down the mermaids’ enemies above the water. Lup decides some changes are in order.

Co-written with @moonlit-trash | on ao3.

Taako wakes up with his face in the beach. Sand flutters away from his mouth as he groans into it. “Ugh… Lup?”

She’s shaking sand out of her hair as she watches him sit up.

“Taako…” His twin reaches down to peel a piece of seaweed off her brother’s chest. “What the fuck?”

The last thing she remembers is the Starblaster crashing real bad, the ship flooding—At least they cast breathing spells on everyone in time. Taako’s looking around the long stretch of beach they washed up in, not another person in sight.

“Guess we got separated in the water,” he mumbles to himself.

He blinks up at Lup, pale white sand still clinging to the half of of his face that was crushed into the shore. She tells him, “You look like a half-moon cookie.”

The corner of his lip twitches upward. “Mm. At least that.”

He holds both hands up, wiggling his fingers in the air, and she catches them.

“Well, we gotta find ‘em. Even with water breathing, I don’t trust that half of them will make it,” she says as she tugs him up, their feet splashing the water where it spreads across the sand each time a wave sweeps ashore. “I mean, c’mon. You’ve seen Merle.”

“They’re hella drowned if they didn’t wash up somewhere around here.”

Lup gave him a Look™. “Nah. We're the ones who casted shit on them to make sure they hella wouldn't drown. And we're… us. No way they fucked up that badly. The Starblaster's probably Starbusted, though.” She kicks some sand into the ocean, sadly. “Pour one out for our pimp ass spaceship.”

“Moment of silence.” Taako plucks a brown string of kelp out of his hair and plops it into the water. After a pause, he adds, “But we should go find it anyway. Fixing it's the only way to get out of here, and—more importantly—all my clothes are on it.”

“You're right. How am I supposed to borrow them if they're at the bottom of the ocean?” She smiles at him, before getting real. “Okay, yeah, but I am super not into the idea of going back into the water after it almost goddamn drowned us. Do you remember that scroll we saw—Jaws, Taako?”

He’s already talking over her—“Because it wants to keep my closet, shit, I'd kill for it too.”

“All right. I'll let you do the honors, since your bag is transmutation.” She stares down into the water, waiting for Taako to cast the spell. The water is clear enough that she can see their reflections. “Can I just say that we are definitely pulling off this beached look?”

“Fucking nailing it. All this sand on my face? Exfoliating the hell out of it.”

Finding the Starblaster was…

Well, they found it.

They also found that there’s mermaids in this world. And they talk. And they’re kind of mean.

“I want to go on record now—Where's Lucretia when you need her? I want this written down in both her journals,” Lup ranted. “Swimming fucking sucks. I move to demote Cap'nport for crashing our ship and almost killing us all permanently.”

Weighed down by soaked clothes, they trudged back out to the same beach they started on.

“Yeah, I can't believe they wouldn't let you at least take the clothes out of the ship.”

She gave him a Look™ again. “I sort of meant the destroying ten ships to get our ship back deal.”

“Ohhh. Yeah. Unfortunate,” he said, very unconvincingly. “But they're the bad guys harpooning cute whales, so who cares, right?”

That was the deal they had to strike with the mermaids, who wouldn’t let them go near the Starblaster.

“Yeah, you're right.”

Then she’s quiet for a bit. After walking long enough down the uneven shoreline, a town and some docks starts coming into sight.

“You think the others will be cool with it?” Lup asks. “If we find them?”

Taako laughs to himself. “Considering most of them were down to end a civilization before you slapped us with that wisdom... I don't think it's gonna be a big deal. Not if you’re in.”

“Yeah, remind me never to let you guys do missions on your own, all right?”

“Lup!”

Lup’s head jerks up at the sound of her name, coming from somewhere within the bustle of the town market they stumbled across.

“Taako!” the same voice shouts.

And they see a familiar face bobbing through the crowd, rushing toward them.

“You’re alright!” Lucretia says. Then her brows knit together when she gets a good look at them. “And... you're... still wet?”

It had been an entire day since the crash. Lucretia looked cleaned up, prim and proper as always. As if she found this town and got situated right away. That’s probably what the rest of the crew were up to while Lup and Taako’s first move was diving right back into the ocean that spat them out.

“Yeah,” Lup answers flatly. “We found the ship.”

“Oh.” Lucretia’s eyes pop open and her mouth forms a perfect tiny ‘o’ the way it always does when she says Oh. “That, that's great. We've been negotiating getting a different ship here, to use it to, to dig the Starblaster out.”

Lup elbows her gently and smiles. “I'm glad you're okay, too, you know.”

“I am! I am glad. I was looking for you before I found this place.”

“Mhm. Did you manage to salvage your journals? I need you to write something down for me…”

Lucretia visibly deflates at the question. Lup is taken aback, as that is the complete opposite reaction she normally had to being asked to jot something down.

“No, I couldn't bring my journals with me,” Lucretia says, “The ocean would destroy them so I, just, thought it safer to leave them. It sucked.”

“Oh, dear,” Taako chimed in. “Do you need a hug? Hug her, Lup.”

He wasn’t a hugger.

She wonders if Lucretia is a hugger.

“Well, I wanted to look for you guys, too,” Lup says, opting to test the waters by placing a consoling hand on Lucretia’s shoulder, “But Taako wanted to find the ship. Which... We did. But some mermaids are holding it hostage until we kill some whalers. It's a long story.”

Lucretia’s eyes dart up to meet hers, startlingly intent. “Did you say mermaids?”

“Yeeeeeeah,” Lup’s face scrunches into a grimace at the thought of them. She hears Taako make a little “eugh” sound over her shoulder and assumes he’s making a similar face. “They were pretty though,” Lup adds.

“Wow.” Lucretia sighs the word more than she says it.

Then she’s reaching into her satchel and whipping out a new journal and quill that she has already bought somehow. She’s an expert at writing while standing with a book in the crook of her elbow. Lup cranes over the page to see what she’s scrawling: Mermaids are real and they are pretty.

“Oh—This is important,” Lup tells her. “Probably deserves its own page.”

Lucretia actually instantly flips to a new page and holds her quill over it excitedly.

Lup smiles. “Swimming fucking sucks.”

The quill doesn’t touch the page. Lucretia looks up and meets her eyes. “Pardon?”

Once more, with conviction, Lup says, “Swimming. Fucking. Sucks.”

She doesn’t break eye contact. Lucretia blinks at her.

“You know how hard it was to find our ship in the entirety of the bullshit ocean? Swimming sucks. Jot that the fuck down.” Lup’s fingertip creeps over the top of Lucretia’s journal to tap the blank page. “Also,” she adds, quickly and as if it's not important, “They said there's some asshole whaling ships killing their friends and we can have the Starblaster back if we take ten of them out.”

“Oh, wow. I. Okay.” Lucretia’s eyes dart down and she writes ‘swimming sucks’ in tiny letters on its own page, then flips back to write the other stuff. “We can't actually do that, though. That would get us in, uh, deep trouble. With the human people here.” (By the way, Lucretia is talking at the same time that she’s writing down what Lup just told her, and it is mindblowing. Lup can’t even prepare spells and listen to music with lyrics at the same time. Lucretia keeps talking without looking up, unaware of how gone with the wind Lup’s dome is right now.) “We would basically be... I think we'd be pirates.”

Taako leans in and whispers, "That's so fucking sexy."

Yep.

“It's either that or murder a bunch of mermaids who just wanna protect their friends,” Lup says. “Which isn't something I'm willing to do.”

Lucretia is quiet for a minute, reading over what she wrote, thinking it over. Eventually, she concedes, “Yeah, that's worse.” She tucks her fresh journal under her arm and asks, “Do you... You wanna see the new ship?”

“Hell yeah, I wanna see the ship,” Taako says. “What'd you cook up for us, Lucretia?”

With a jerk of her head in the direction of the docks, she spins around and starts leading them to it. Along the way she explains how they got it. “Well, we found an ad for someone who wanted to commission a crew, and I... kind of told him the opening act of Treasure Island. He bought it and gave us a ship in return for following a treasure map I drew twenty minutes beforehand, and supposedly bringing back the treasure.”

Lup high fives her first, because that’s definitely worthy of it, then shoots a look at Taako and mouths, Did you read Treasure Island?

No!, he mouths back, looking incredulous that she even asked.

She turns back to Lucretia. “Nice job. Were you able to find the others?”

“Uh, most of them. I washed up with Merle, we found Magnus and Davenport nearby. Still no Barry. Merle and Magnus are combing the beaches for him.”

“Fuck. I knew he couldn't swim,” Lup mutters darkly.

She doesn’t have much time to linger on that worry, since they approach a super badass-looking pirate ship that Taako flips over.

“Is that our ride? Is that it? Hell yes, fuckin dope.” He rushes up the gangway and poses on the ship. From up there, he calls out, “Tell me how cool I look!”

“You look like a nerd!” Lup shouts back while flashing him a grin and two enthusiastic thumbs up. She turns to Lucretia to ask, “What’s her name?”

“Who?”

“The ship. Obviously. It needs a name.”

“Oh,” her eyes and mouth do that little perfect round ‘o’ thing again, “Right. Hm. What's a good ship name?”

“LUPCRETIA,” Taako shouts from the deck.

Lup waves her hand and the letters Lupcretia appear on the side of the ship. On her face right now would be the world’s largest shit-eating grin. The current world record holder for most shits eaten in a minute. Lucretia is gaping, either horrified or delighted.

“You like it? I think you ought to Captain the fuck outta this thing.”

Lup thinks she sees a blush creeping over Lucretia’s face before she covers her face with her book. “Ohh my god, no.”

“Why not?” Lup prods, eyes glittering with mischief. “You're smart and good with both your hands, Captain.”

“I—Thank—?” Lucretia stammers, words muffled by the book over her face.

Lup is persistent. “Besides, there's no way the rest of us wouldn't steer this shit directly into an iceberg or something, like in that scroll, Titanic.”

Lucretia’s book comes down, and her face looks surprisingly composed. “No, I'm pretty sure Captain Davenport should handle it. We’re in the tropics, anyway.”

“Come on, he literally just crashed our other ship. You're gonna trust him with another one?” Lup’s eyes veer skyward in exasperation.

“You—You can't just make me captain, the spot's been taken.”

“MUTINY,” Taako yells down at them, leaning over the ship’s railing.

“Yeah, Taako and I already decided, and you think anyone's gonna argue with us? We're pretty insufferable as a team.”

As if on cue, Lup hears two familiar voices shout her name simultaneously behind her back. Her friends came back at just the right time.

“Merle! Magnus!” She greets them with relieved high fives. “We're going to be pirates now and Lucretia's gonna captain our ship, you down with that?”

“Hell yeah,” Merle says, without taking any time to think about it.

“Super down,” Magnus agrees before bounding up the gangway to reunite with Taako.

Lucretia’s careful composure melts into an expression of utter disbelief.

Lup slides a smug look over to her. “You've been overruled. We need to get you a cool hat. Merle, let her borrow your eye patch, she's gotta get the look right.”

Merle doesn’t hesitate to pull it off his head.

“No! Put, Put that back on, I don't want it. That's gross.” Lucretia scrambles to swat away his offering.

“God, fine,” he scoffs, deeply offended, before storming off into the ship.

Lucretia’s eyes flit from the ship, to Lup, to her own feet. After a moment of consideration, her good old composure comes back.

She gives in. “I'll take a cool hat.”

Lup’s grin is nothing short of beaming as she conjures the single dopest captain’s hat of all time. She hears Taako make an inarticulate noise of intense jealousy in the distance.

“I want to do the honors,” Lup insists.

Like a real chill coronation, she lifts the hat over Lucretia and places it on her head. She spends a few seconds carefully shifting the hat to the coolest possible position. Lucretia is looking at her the entire time, only giving a hesitant smile. Lup conjures up an eyepatch too, just for shits and gigs. She dangles it in front of Lucretia.

“Look, this patch is, it's cool, but, I kind of need both eyes. I use them a lot.”

Lup sighs theatrically. But she’s not actually all that disappointed. This is still a win. “As long as you recognize that it is, indeed, cool as hell—” She slips the patch over her own eye for aesthetic.

Lucretia’s eyes widen and her lips part in the shape of a neat little circle, but she doesn’t say anything. Lup is 100% sure that she is very visibly thinking Oh shit, that’s so hot. Lup is definitely like, I know, and tries to wink, but her winking eye is covered behind the eyepatch. It still kinda works out though. She’s pretty sure she’s just that fuckin’ cute.

Lucretia doesn't know how to handle this. She just sort of walks away, quietly screaming with her mouth closed. Lup follows behind her new captain, smiling to herself.

[mistressemmedi]

May, what products are you currently using for facial care? I'm really looking to expand my arsenal of skincare products! Right now, I'm using an activated charcoal mask, an alcohol-free toner, and a clarisonic face cleansing device.

Waddup sunshine, I’ll put this under the cut because the list is loooooong

(Disclaimer, what works for me may not necessarily work for you)

Alright, I’ve got an AM/PM care. Usually in the morning my routine is a lot quicker since I tend to always run late everywhere.

I’ll make a list of all the products that I use interchangeably and I’ll write a lil bit about them, hopefully this helps

Cleansers

I go for cleansers that are slightly acidic and thus are similar to the natural’s skin’s PH which is around 5-5.5 or so. By doing so, I don’t “strip” the skin of it’s natural skin barrier.

KOSE Softy Mo Facial Cleansing Oil Speedy(x) - I use this in the evening. It’s an oil that I slap on my face and let it sit, before I massage it in and wash away. It leaves my skin really soft, doesn’t tug and takes away the most stubborn waterproof mascara. A little goes a long way. (PM)

Tea Tree Skin Clearing Facial Wash by the Body Shop(x) - This I use when I have breakouts on my skin (which lately has decreased dramatically, so I don’t use it often). I will work some between my hands and make it into a foam, which I’ll gently glide over my skin (NO RUBBING OR TUGGING!) (AM/PM)

Micellar Cleansing Waterby SkinLab (x) - I use this in the morning, right when I wake up. Dab some on a cotton pad, pass it on the face to take away any sweat, grime or residue from the night before (AM)

Actives

Some of the most common actives are chemical exfoliants such as BHA (Beta Hydroxy Acid) and AHA (Alpha Hydroxy Acid) which help remove dead skin to stimulate skin renewal. Common AHAs include glycolic acid, lactic acid and mandelic acid. BHAs, on the other hand, are anti-inflammatory and used in the prevention and treatment of acne, and thus can sometimes cause dryness and irritation for those with sensitive or dehydrated skin.

It may sound scary, but most “chemical exoliants” are found in things such as yogurt (lactic acid). But because they exfoliate the skin, they will make it more sensitive to sun. SO USE A DAMN SUNSCREEN OR I’LL BEAT YOUR ASS.

Anyways here’s the ones I use

Vitamic C serum - you can find these practically anywhere. Helps with scarring, esp with acne scars. I use a couple drops every evening (PM)

Cosrx Bha Blackhead Power Liquid (x) - I have pores the size of Russia. This has been helping them from making them massive tiny black dots. I use this only twice a week, otherwise my skin will dry out like cray cray (PM)

Cosrx AHA 7 Whitehead Power Liquid (x) - FAM, YOU USE THIS ON A WITEHEAD, AND IT FLATTENS OVERNIGHT I KID YOU NOT. I use this as a spot treatment anytime I need help with bringing down an inflamed pimple (those angry, red, nasty ones) and twice a week on my whole face to keep everything under control (PM)

Toners

CLINIQUE Clarifying Lotion 1(x) - It helps with the appearance of pores. It also has witch hazel with helps whenever you have a dry irritated face. (AM/PM)

Cosrx Aha/bha Clarifying Treatment Toner(x) - I use this before I slap on any BHA/AHA active. (PM)

Moisturize

Mizon Snail Recovery Gel Cream (x) - I love love LOVE this. A little goes a long way to moisturize your skin. It’s jelly like, but it literally glides on your skin, so I use a penny sized amount for the whole face. (AM/PM)

Rosehip oil - can find this at any drug store. Make sure that it is organic and cold pressed. I pat that in on my eyelids and around the eyes as well (does wonders for your eyelashes!) (AM/PM)

Overnight cream

Cosrx Ultimate Moisturizing Honey Overnight Mask(x) - I’ve been using this for the past few days AND IT’S AWESOME. It’s literally all honey and smells delicious. It leaves your skin so soft, it’s crazy. I just wipe any residue left with micellar water in the morning. I love it. And you need so little of it! (PM)

Goat’s Milk Night Cream - Face Cream(x) - I got this for like 4 dollars at some shady polish shop and OH MY GOD, IT HAS SAVED MY POOR SKIN. I NO LONGER HAVE FLAKES BECAUSE OF IT. I am literally going to buy 5 more if I ever go back to that store, I love it THAT much. My skin is severely dehydrated, and this has been a godsend. (AM/PM/In between/With breakfast/Honestly all the time)

Mix and match

For my eyes, I have the same Mizon Snail product in a thicker cream. It helps immensely, especially since I work in a really dehydrated environment and I rub at my eyes due to wearing glasses.

Pimples - wanna make a massive pimple dissapear overnight? Or at least flatten it so you can use concealer? Hydro-colloid patches aka blister bandaids. They are usually medicated with antibiotics that will help with not making them infected. Slap one on (I cut them to fit) on the pimple, remove in the morning. You’ll see the white shit attached to it. It’s disgusting (yet oddly satisfying?)

Sheet masks - all of them haha!

Sunscreen

Avene High Protection Mineral Cream SPF50+- It’s odd, I’m allergic to mineral oils but this and the Speedy cleanser do not seem to affect me. Phenomenal sunscreen, I use it as a primer. The only downside is that it leaves a white cast (which is fine for me because I am pale as fuck but some people may find that not so pleasant)

So these are the products that I use. My skin is dehydrated/combo. You can’t expect one item to address just one issue, that’s why I have so many. My main concern was dehydration of the skin, so a lot of moisturizing products. Once I fixed that, the inflammation of my skin started to subside. I still had pimples and acne issues, particularly cystic acne, so I used products to address that and has been helping immensely.

My suggestion to you? Research, research, research. Find products that may help you and your concerns. In the past three months, my skin has improved to the point that I am confident enough to go out without make up on some days.

I’m still looking for a lotion with a good amount of hyaluronic acid. I’m seeing a lot of hype over Hada Labo, so that may be my next purchase.

Also I need to find something for my cracked, bleeding lips. No success so far.

Anyways, sorry for the long post! I hope this helps :) I linked places where you can buy them or at least read more about the product mentioned.

Any questions? Just ask.

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Natural Skin Care

Anti–Ageing And Skincare Made Easy

What Is Natural Skin Care?

Put simply, ‘natural skin care’ is caring for your skin in a natural and chemical-free way. ‘Natural skin care’ advocates enabling the skin to take care of itself (without any assistance from synthetic materials/ chemicals). ‘Natural skin care’ is about inculcation of good habits in the way you lead your day to day life. A lot of natural skin care measures are actually the same as those for body care in general. So let’s see what these natural skin care measures are. Well the first and the foremost natural skin care measure is – ‘Drink a lot of water’. Around 8 glasses of water is a must everyday. Water helps in flushing out the toxins from the body, in a natural way. It helps in the overall upkeep of the body and promotes good health for all organs (not just skin). General cleanliness is another inexpensive way of natural skin care. Daily shower, wearing clean clothes and sleeping on a clean mattress/pillow are all part of general cleanliness. After all, clean skin is the key to keeping the skin disorders at bay. Regular exercise is the next thing on the cards. Exercise increases the flow of blood that helps in getting rid of body toxins and keeping you healthy. Exercise also helps in beating stress which is the worst enemy of good health. Healthy food and eating habits are also recommended for natural skin care. Some type of food (e.g. oily food) is know to cause acne and should be avoided as much as possible. Your diet should be a healthy mix of various nutrient providing foods. Raw fruits and vegetables are known to provide freshness to your body and help in getting rid of body toxins. A good sleep is also instrumental in maintaining good health and in beating stress. As a natural skin care measure, a good sleep delays slacking of skin. Beating stress is another natural skin care therapy. Stress causes overall damage to body and health. Drinking a lot of water, getting a sound sleep and exercise has already been mentioned as stress busters. Indulging in a warm bubble bath, listening to music and playing your favorite sport are also good ways of beating stress. Yoga is yet another way of beating stress; it is fast gaining popularity amongst the masses.

Natural Skincare Routine

all right let's go to bed together ... ▼ all right let's go to bed together my skincare routine consists of basically one ish thing as of right now and then what I'm feeling fun and funky and I need to rehydrate my face I do a little bit extra which is kind of just making a mask and sometimes I do this mask my cherry one sometimes to do a picado or whatever my skin type is very oily underneath and dry on top so I have to be constantly exfoliating these layers because then I get all the Emelia bumps underneath that are dry and are trying to come out but they can't because I have this two layers of super dry skin on top so that's why my skin doesn't actually look oily but it is I struggled with acne for a very very long time cystic acne and I was on X chain for like two years and nothing really worked for me on on that level and I went to every different dermatologist and this and that and basically got everything done to my face that you can crack the end you know nothing ranked and then I came across this one woman Jennifer who was so amazing and she changed my skin and she's doing my she's designing my skincare line it's the only thing that was like actually a huge difference in an insane short amount of time and all her stuff is all natural which of course I love I brush my teeth with coconut oil and things like that so I stick to all natural products so I think so many times we think that the chemicals were work because it says it works some bla bla bla and you know it does work for a short amount of time but then what about it you stop using that product is your skin relying on that product do you become reliant on it and I think that's one thing that chemicals will really never fix for us that's why I like the all-natural we make quite a few different scrubs this is the lemon and sugar olive oil mix basically I started using it on my my newest assistant he just loves it so much it's been making his like so smooth and actually takes away the indents which like you can cover redness of makeup right but but you'll never be able to cover texture and that's something that you're always going to be battling yourself on and so that's why I really like this because it takes the texture down to a more even playing field I'm just gonna add a little bit of water because I've traveled quite a few times with the scrub and some of the moistures leaked out I'm just going to apply smells delicious you can also eat it again because it's all-natural sorry just oh my god it's so sugary Wow mhm mhm it smells like lemon and sugar like I don't know like that's some type of weird hotel if they if they put like or sometimes if you're on the plane and they give you those hand towels or whatever and they smell like lemon sometimes that's kind of what this smells like it's definitely scrubbing and bleeding it's kind of working these pores in this circular motion is gonna help me um activate the skin to become alive again in a sense they have this makeup artist Rekha force you would put products on my face like wants to sit into my skin she slapped my face really hard and it's supposed to kind of wake everything up a harsher version of it would be like if you're gonna do micro needling you do micro needling because you want to damage the skin so that the skin is like oh no no no hold on hold on I need to I need to rework myself I need to fill this back up I need to heal and so basically this scrub does that but in the lightest way because it's not breaking anything on my face a little you rework it and make sure you get in all those nooks and crannies and it is good to get under the eyes that's the time when you wash your face you kind of forget about right under your eye you go like here and then you stop but this is really sensitive skin right here so many wrinkles and light pigmentation and stuff comes right there from Sun and depending on your skin type in general if I'm wearing heavy makeup on set usual I'll use an oil first a coconut oil or a vitamin e oil to get it all off my face then I do the scrub just to really get in there get on the wash I think it's been like a little over a year maybe you're in six months I'm doing all natural and yeah the only thing that I do that's not all-natural would be micro needling I do that sometimes to get rid of some of these scars that are so bad on this side cuz on camera and screen I do all my own makeup on everything I work on and I only wear tinted moisturizer because I want it to like I want you to be able to see my skin see my freckles like see just like that my skin is breathing and so it's kind of difficult sometimes with these scars because I can't put thick makeup over it and like I said you can't cover texture and my next step would be us making this mass together and like I said sometimes they get this mask depending on what my face is calling for in that moment I do another mass Baba called a master like my second favorites okay so I put some a little thing of coconut oil in there and of course some honey here when it comes to measurements I'm pretty much eyeballing it when you're working with all-natural products it's much easier to eyeball it because most likely you're not skin obviously if I'm using something really acidic like in here like lemon and whatnot I'd want to be a little bit more careful and obvious about what I'm doing coconut oil is antibacterial honey is anti-inflammatory and cherries are also anti-inflammatory and antioxidant so either way on all three of these products you're pretty much okay no matter if you put too much honey here too much coconut oil but you want to pay attention to the product and it's gonna sound a little cheesy but listen to the product and if you're mixing it it's not a good consistency then you know you have to add a bit more oil or maybe a bit more of the tacky honey or you know just a Benz people obviously all the time like oh did you did you get your lips tinted or something and I never wear lipstick or anything but really if you do the cherries before you go to bed mmm what a nice color hmm it's kind of like a stain hmm see it's nice so I take a little with big eye but that's just because it's like fancy and I got one specifically for this but you don't have to use a wispy guy you could basically use a spoon or anything that you can kind of smash and mix with I'm just mixing it up trying to get a consistency Eyck some of these I want to smash a little bit I'm just gonna take a smudge like this it looks gross I'm gonna do it in the sink because it's red it's so light and been wandering and the the honey is really quite but not tacky at all and the coconut oil definitely balances everything out that makes it quite smooth but I think really the cherries the liquid all the antioxidants and what not getting into this like super and liquid form I think that's what makes everything feel so soft because you think I mask like this would feel kind of thick but if you touch my face right now you'll feel it's you thin really soft over I leave it on for like five two minutes honestly sometimes I've left it on a really long time and I start doing things and I get lazy and I'm doing other things and I start writing so now we're gonna watch it off I'm gonna use the rag to really make sure that I could get off the coconut oil like the whole consistency well this was my last step I I don't do anything extra you don't use moisturizer or anything crazy if anything sometimes we'll use some light vitamin E oil or I mix some different oils that I'm feeling fancy with some vitamins and sometimes I'll put that on my face but I had so much acne and I did so many things to my face to try and get rid of it that now I don't really wash my face in the morning I only wash it before bed I'll wipe it down and clean it but I don't I don't do a fool this every morning just just at night they think that the more that we try with our skin just pushing and pushing and pushing trying to get something to work the body is also like sometimes it's too much it's too much of a lot of things and the skin it can't it can't concentrate and relax so I don't like to to douse my face and anything too heavy so I don't really put on moisturizer well thank you for watching my skincare routine um I hope you guys liked it and maybe think about going a little bit more all-natural once in a while blah Powered by VidSEO Avoiding excessive exposure to sun (by wearing long sleeved clothes, hat and umbrella etc), is another natural skin care strategy. Sunscreen lotions are also recommended as necessary. A lot of traditional and home made natural skin care products/ measures are also known to be very effective. Such measures are not only natural and easy-to-follow, but also relatively inexpensive. Besides that, a lot of natural skin care products are available in the commercial market. These include things like lavender oil, aloe Vera etc., which don’t have any side effects.   Read the full article

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Drop Everything: My Beauty Boxes have Landed! | AD

I wasn’t actually intending to keep these amazing beauty boxes under wraps for quite so long – there were supposed to be lots of cheeky little hints, advance-warning teasers, annoying “I have a secret announcement coming up but I can’t tell you what it is!” videos. But life got in the way and I only managed minimal amounts of nudging and so here we are, on the launch day with a hint, teaser, annoying announcement and “reveal” all in one. (I expect some of you, if you’re anything like me, will be mildly relieved to be getting it all in one hit.)

But I digress, as usual: let’s get straight to the point. Do not buy any presents, especially beauty presents, until you have read this post. In fact, if I may be so bold, do not buy any beauty whatsoever until you have read this post. (In all fairness, the likelihood of you suddenly clicking away to buy an emergency cleanser whilst you’re madly engaged in my excellent writing is low, but just in case you have some sort of compulsive beauty-buying habit: stop. Put down the mouse.)

I have launched two new beauty boxes with Feelunique and they a) have amazing things in them and b) are incredible value for money. They are my very carefully considered edits of The Best In Beauty; one – the Rescue box – is a sort of beauty “SOS” kit for time-poor, results-driven people, the other – the Indulgence box – is a beautiful collection of the most decadent treats. The Rescue box is worth £70 and costs just £30, the Indulgence box is worth a huge £105 and costs just £45! Either – or both – would make the most perfect gift, whether that’s for mother’s day (it’s next Sunday!) or a birthday or for a friend of relative who’s had a new baby…

Oh, I forgot to mention the baby thing! The whole idea for the boxes actually started almost a year ago, when Baby Ted was just a newborn. In my addled, harried state, I got to thinking that it would be a thing of great convenience if there was a beauty box that pulled together the kind of hard-working, visible-results products that new mums need. Skin soothers, face brighteners and perhaps something for fixing crazy, flyaway hair.

(Sadly my Colab Dry Shampoo, which is a staple for pretty much anyone with – er – hair, couldn’t be included as it can’t be shipped worldwide. But you can get it here if you fancy a little box add-on. It’s £3.50, smells amazing and doesn’t leave any white residue.)

And so the Rescue box was born, closely followed by the Indulgence version, which is basically a fabulous, relaxing treatment session in a box. Everything you need to unwind and reboost.

It has taken almost a year to put these beauty collections together and make sure that they represented what I initially wanted them to be – I do hope that you love them as much as I do. I’m going to do a full breakdown of what’s inside each box below, but if you’re keen to grab one (or two) before the rush then you can find them at Feelunique here. There are limited numbers, so get them while stocks last!

The Rescue Box (£30, worth £70 – buy it here)

This is the SOS beauty kit of dreams – fast-acting, hard-working products that don’t require any real thinking and are completely faff free.

I’ll start with the Balance Me Restore and Replenish Cream Cleanser, which was one of my favourites when I was pregnant with Angelica. It’s soothing, gentle but removes makeup well and can either be removed with cotton wool pads or with a flannel and warm water. The box contains a full size tube worth £18.

Then there’s a full size tub of the excellent Glycolic Fix exfoliating pads from Nip & Fab, worth £14.95. These little discs of acid-soaked wonder help to brighten skin overnight with just one quick wipe. They’re like the world’s fastest facial, really, and this version – the new “Gentle” formula – is great for more sensitive, temperamental skin. If you’re postpartum and wondering what the hell to do with your knackered, dull, blotchy face then these might just be your wonder fix.

More good stuff for tired, dull, compromised skin: a full size tube of L’Oreal’s Revitalift Cicacrem, worth £12.99, which helps to soothe and repair whilst doing the anti-wrinkle magic at the same time. It’s a great cream to have to hand when your skin feels tight and just a bit battered and raw. (Again, wonderful for postpartum skin, if you’re a new mum or you want to find a good present for new mums.)

Then for the lips, what is possibly one of the most effective lip balms in the world: Lanolips 101 Ointment. This forms a very hardy barrier over the skin and is almost unbeatable in terms of long-lasting moisturisation. Use on cuticles, dry patches, chapped lips – the version in the box is the Strawberry one and is worth £7.99.

There’s a little bonus “skincare” item in the Rescue box, and I have to say that I was sceptical about it before I tried it out. It’s the Magnitone Wipeout microfibre cleansing cloth, which promises to remove makeup with just warm water. And does it? Er, yes! It’s nothing short of miraculous and a massively convenient thing to have next to your sink or inside your travel bag for quick, easy makeup removal. I am a stickler for a proper cleanse, but sometimes when time is short (or supplies are lacking) it’s fine to cut corners – I’ve actually been using the Wipeout cloth to remove my makeup (especially eye) before I go in with my proper cleanser! I’m a total convert.

And then one rather spectacular product for taming wild, uncontrollable hair. (Or just hair that is normal, but you’re useless at styling it. I’m with you.) The One Minute Transformation Cream from Colour Wow can be worked through damp hair before blow-drying to give a sleek, smooth finish, or added to the ends of dry hair to tame flyaways and frizz. In what is quite the extra perk, it can also be used on dry hair and then blow-dried in, which means that you can refresh hair that’s not recently washed. A true multipurpose hair rescuer. There’s a 30ml tube in the box, worth £9.

So, you can see that this is a brilliant gift for anyone who lacks the time to make sensible beauty decisions, or needs comprehensive, no-nonsense products that work quickly and easily. I’m so pleased with this box – it’s a proper little emergency number!

Buy the Rescue Box here

The Indulgence Box (£45, worth £105 – buy it here)

This decadent collection of luxury beauty will have you cancelling all social engagements (ha! what social engagements?) and barricading yourself into the bathroom.

Start by winding your hair into the Aquis Turban (worth £30); whether you’ve applied a hair mask and want to let it soak in, or you just want to keep your hair out of the way whilst you do your skincare routine, it’s more comfy than a shower cap and doesn’t feel all sweaty and rank. It’s actual purpose is to help to dry hair after washing, because it wicks away a load of moisture and dramatically reduces drying time, so this is the sort of indulgence you can use again and again. A useful indulgence. A usedulgence. An indulful. Shut me up.

Then light your incredible NEOM Tranquility Candle (worth £16); the scent will have you completely relaxed (if not asleep) within minutes. This one-wick candle is a great size for travelling with, if you like to “take your scent with you” (I used to do this in the days when I stayed in hotels constantly and didn’t fall asleep the minute I lay on the bed) and the smell is so powerful. In a small bathroom space, you only really need to light it once a week to have the room constantly scented.

More aromatherapy from the brilliant Aromatherapy Associates: I’ve featured these Bath and Body Oils so many times over the years that it is a great joy and privilege to be able to include them in my Indulgence box. This is the Essentials trio (worth £28.90) that has the Revive oil, De-Stress Mind and Deep Relax – all of them incredibly potent. Just a capful into the bath, or patted onto skin pre-shower and you have an instant spa experience!

And then to skincare and two luxurious treats. The first is the Darphin Rose Aromatic Care, a glorious little oil that softens, smooths and hydrates. Massage it in before moisturiser for plump, dewy skin – I also like to apply a little before foundation if I want a beautiful, natural glow.

The second treat is the 48HR Moisture SOS Rescue Mask from NUXE. This packs hydration into the skin, whether you leave it on as a thin layer overnight or apply a thick layer whilst you’re enjoying your aromatherapy bath… Non-greasy, nice and soothing, this mask is too good to save for treat days – I’ve been using it almost daily since the weather turned cold. (Which was, when? 1988 it feels like.)

So there: the ultimate indulgence package, worth over a hundred pounds, yours for £45. You can find it at Feelunique here. Run, run, run like the wind! And if you want to hear me chatting through the boxes and saying things that potentially make me look slightly unhinged, my “reveal” video is below!

Buy the Indulgence Box here

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[stripper-patrick]

Girlfriend✂️ Charles Melton

Warnings: smut, language, blurb, face sitting/riding, riding actual dick, choking, dom! Reader, boss bitch energy

So I’m on my period and I shattered my phone which completely wrecked me I cried and everything but here this for y’all I’m sorry it sucks and ima try to get my phone fixed tmrw

Relationship: Charles Melton x black plus sized reader

I’m up watching You on Netflix on my computer when my phone chimes.

I pick it up reading the message.

Charles🐢- hey are you busy?

Me: at midnight? Yea I’m walking my goldfish 🙃

Charles🐢: 🖕🏻

Me: when where and how hard 😂

Charles🐢: now and sit on my face while you’re at it👅

My eyes grow wide and I reread the sentence a few times before actually giving a response.

Me: are you high? Or drunk

Charles🐢: no ma’am

Me: what about Cara?

Cara is his girlfriend and my sworn enemy since high school. She always thought I wanted her man and she was wrong. But since I do have my chance at revenge and trying some new dick why not?

Charles🐢: she’s out right now but she’ll be there for the party tomorrow night speaking of are you coming?

Me: yea

Charles🐢: ok cool so what do ya say? Wanna come over and ride my face?🏇🏽

Me: I’ll be over shortly 🥵

I get up and close my laptop grabbing my shoes. I pause in my tracks and take off my underwear and bra leaving me in a tank top and sweats. I go downstairs grabbing my keys and head to the car.

...

I knock on the door and wait patiently. My joggers hang low on my waist and my tank top is slightly cropped exposing my lower stomach.

Charles opens the door with bed head and no shirt and a smirk played on his face.

“Hi” i smile

“Hey come in” he steps to the side letting me walk in. I go past him and turn around putting my hands across my chest.

“So you’re positive you’re not under the influence?”

“Positive” he closes the door then looks at me

“And your positive you wanna do this”

“Absolutely” he nods

“Ok. Lead the way” he takes my hand leading the way to the room.

Charles opens the door and turns on his lamp before sitting on the bed. I lean on the door frame just admiring his body.

“Come here” he rasps I walk over to him kissing his pink plump lips. In this moment time stopped. I’m really kissing my best friend.

He pulls me on top of him laying back so I’m straddling his waist. I can feel his dick rubbing against my thigh getting harder by the second. I grind down on him and his hand moves down my stomach to caress my bare pussy. He smiles into the kiss. I’d be lying if I said my head wasn’t racing.

His middle finger strokes my clit making me moan into the kiss.

“Clothes off now” he whispers in my ear.

I take off my shirt throwing it on the floor next are my pants and Charles is still laid back waiting for me to take his face into my control.

“Now come ride my face” I bite my lip and move up to straddle his face. His tongue moves from my clit to my entrance slurping my walls.

My eyes close just getting a better feel for the pleasure. My body twitches every once in a while. His hands move up to the cup my breasts rolling my nipples between his index finger and thumb.

“Charles” I moan. My hips rotate around and he moves back up to my clit. I wrap my fingers in his hair pulling him forward making him chuckle “don’t stop please”

I’ve never had my pussy ate this good. My breathing picks up. His hands move from my breasts to my ass gripping it. He slaps it and I moan. My legs shake at the pain.

“Fuck again please” he hums and slaps it again. I lean back putting my hands on his hips and dropping my head back.

He makes filthy slurping sounds on my pussy only making me moan louder. My nails dig into his hips and I sit back up feeling my legs shake. I lean forward moaning his name as I cum in his mouth.

“Right there” he keeps the same pace somehow making me cum harder. My stomach caves and I scream. He chuckles slurping me dry until I tap out.

I straddle his waist again and his hard on is fully erect. I can almost feel it throbbing through his shorts.

“Delicious”

“I wanna ride you”

“Take control baby” I pull down his shorts watching his cock bounce to his stomach. I jerk him a few times then grab a condom from his drawer rolling it out.

I slide it on and grab the dick rubbing it against my pussy. Charles sits up on his elbows biting his lip. I sit on it allowing him to open me up. His eyes close and he chews on his bottom lip harder gripping the sheets. I start bouncing up and down on going fast.

“Just like that” he moans holding my hips. I rock on him moaning. I smile and swirl my hips.

“Look at you riding my dick”

“Yes I love it” I moan grinding harder. I lean forward and put my hand around his neck. His mouth parts and he lets out a beautiful moan.

“Fuck” I spell coconut and then feel him grip my hips and pound me out.

“Oh god keep going” he grabs my hand and tightens the grip around his neck.

I roll my hips meeting his thrusts and my legs shake again. I scream out watching my juices gush down his pelvis. He grips the sheets eliciting the prominent veins in his arms.

Charles bites his lip and I feel his legs shake under me. “Fuck” he moans

“what’s my name” I keep riding watching him grip the sheets harder

“Y/N” his chest is rising and falling as he closes his eyes looking worn out.

“Fuck I can’t anymore” he moans. I stop riding him and smile. He pulls me down kissing me.

“Stay the night”

“Ain’t your girl coming?”

“I’m willing to take that chance”

“Nah ima head home plus I got stuff to do tomorrow”

“But you won’t be able to walk” I get up and roll my eyes

“At least I did it myself” I wink I put on my clothes and kiss his cheek “I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Ard text me when you get home” I nod and leave out.

....

“Girl he what?” My best friend Shawnee asks

“Yes he told me to come over and ride my face” I adjust my bag on my shoulder

“And what you do?”

“I rode that bitch like a nascar driver ahh” I stick my tongue out with a smile “nah he got some good dick game and his tongue is nice”

“Girl let’s wow him with these outfits tonight” she looks in a store and pulls me towards it.

...

I’m finally getting home and I get a text from Charles.

Charles🐢: hey I miss you

Me: I know I leave that affect on people😘 I’ll see you tonight

Charles🐢: yes ma’am

I shake my head and take a shower beginning my process to get ready. I shave and exfoliate lathering my body with sweet scented soap.

I come out and oil down my body sealing it in with lotion afterwards. I grab a thong and my lace bra sliding into that before I grab my outfit.

Look in the mirror smoothing out the wrinkles and go to my closet grabbing my black fuzzy heels to complete the look. I grab my red purse and top it off with some dark red lipstick to pop the outfit.

Shawnee texts me and says she’s on her way there. We made plans to meet there.

I get in the car and drive off going to get gas first before I head to the party.

....

I open the door walking through to see bodies dancing on bodies and people at the pool and drinking.

Shawnee spots me and smiles “Damn Mami you really tryna get pregnant tonight”

“I mean I can do a lil something something”

“I seen your man and Krampus- I mean Cara outside by the pool Wanna go make a debut”

“Yea why not” we get through the large crowd and go outside to see Charles and his girl krypt keeper sitting on the sofa next to the pool. She’s all up on him as he looks at me.

His jaw drops and I wink at him. I walk over and sit on the other side of Charles. Shawnee gets a drink watching me on the side.

“Can I help you?” Cara says

“Nah. How you doin baby” I look to Charles smile

“I’m good how are you” he hugs me and I kiss his neck privately.

“I’m good did you want a drink?”

“Yea sure bourbon” he says

“Gotchu” I get up and make sure to wiggle my hips a bit more because I feel him watching. “Bourbon and wine please”

“How’s it going” Shawnee asks

“She’s being a bitch per usual”

“Do I need to get my sneakers?” I shake my head and the bartender passes me my drinks

“Nah just be ready just in case” she nods and I walk back over to see the pair standing. She kisses him harshly and I hand over his drink. I’m tired of this bitch playin with me.

“How does my pussy taste?” Charles chokes on his liquor and her eyes go wide

“What did you just say to me”

“How does my pussy taste I rode his face like a nascar driver last night then I rode that dick like a rollercoaster since you wanna keep playin”

“Yea you wish bitch” me and her both look at Charles and he looks down “it’s true?”

“I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t” I shrug “be ready tonight and bring my dick”

“Underwear?” He asks

“Nope” I walk away flipping my hair eluding the ultimate bad bitch energy.

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DeJ Loaf, Musician

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DeJ Loaf, Musician

“Growing up, I was always just into music. Some people played sports—I always gravitated to music. It was my escape as a kid. I came up in a household where they played all the jams. My parents used to listen to R&B, rap, everything…Jay-Z, Nas, Mary J. Blige, Sade. Toni Braxton is one of my favorites. Now that I’m older, I’m also listening to a lot of jazz. When my first mixtape came out, I was a sneakerhead, which is part of the reason it was titled Just Do It. Outside of Nike and sneakers though, that motto told me to stop procrastinating, follow my dreams, and just do it. Even with my upcoming album, Liberated, it’s still my motto. It’ll always be. But now, I’m having fun with my image. I first came on the scene with short hair, curls, and a bucket hat. Three years later, I got braids and it feels like I post a different hairstyle on my Snapchat every day. It can be tough to switch up your image, but it’s about growth for me.

Speaking of which, I used to be so scared to wear makeup. I never understood why girls wore it until I started wearing it. It enhances beauty a little bit–it’s fun. Glitter is one of my things. I like putting it under the eye; lately, I’ve been using the Urban Decay’s Heavy Metal Glitter in Glam Rock and Midnight Cowboy. Being very vocal about what I want in a look is somethiing I’m learning. I love wings with eyeliner, but I’m not into smoky eyes or dark lips. I like a nude lip, I love shimmer, and a good highlight is important. And of course, so is a little lash. I don’t have a favorite brand, but I love mink eyelashes. The Kara ones I use are definitely more silky and luxe than others I’ve tried. But I try not to do that much. My natural lashes are already pretty cool. My Better Than Sex mascara is something I’ve been liking actually. And today, I picked up Fenty Beauty’s Killawatt in Trophy Wife for a highlight. I’m into gold–yellow is my thing. I had yellow hair for Fashion Week, and also a Basquiat look that was kind of unplanned. My lips don’t have any dryness at the moment, but that’s because I’ve been using e.l.f.’s Lip Exfoliator. Lip scrubs are important for me because I smoke when I’m in California, but I still need to have my lips on point.

My favorite foundation is MAC Studio Fix in NC50, the one in the pump. That and their Pro Longwear Concealer in NC45 and NC50 is what I use when I’m getting a look done. I’ve been trying to practice, and I use only MAC products when I’m doing my own. I’m a beginner–I’ll eventually work up to other brands. [Laughs] For eyeshadow, I’m currently using the Karrueche x ColourPop She Palette. I like to go with the light colors—rosy pinks and natural tones are the furthest I’ll go. I’m wearing Rihanna’s Gloss Bomb right now–it reminds me of the nude Lipglass I had when I collaborated with MAC. Hers is kind of pink and has a little shimmer, but when I put it on, it fits my natural lip color which is cool. When I go out tonight, I’m going to have to bring my lip gloss.

On nights out, I like to smell clean instead of a sweet or strong scent. Usually, it’s L’Eau D’issey by Issey Miyake or Eternity by Calvin Klein, but CK One by Calvin Klein is one of my favorite scents. Oh, and I also love Aventus by Creed. You spray that Creed and you can really get the night going.

My hair’s a little…different, so I like to use Murray’s Pomade instead of ORS’ Edge Control. [Laughs] I use that and it lays them down. And Cantu Shea Butter is pretty much all I use for haircare. I love the shampoo and conditioner because of how it feels. How often I wash my hair per week depends on how long I keep my hairstyles in, but I don’t like to leave in any kind of product. I don’t like things that feel hard on the hair—I like a soft finish. Braids–they’re sporty, they’re easy, you can put it up, you can do whatever. With them, you start off with one style and then it can become three or four later on. It’s always fun to play with them and I would love to have my hair like this everyday, but the time it takes to get done…that’s the downside. When I’m done with a style, I take it out and wash it using all my conditioning stuff. My mom does hair, so I know to do a hot oil treatment before I wash my hair once a month.

When I have a night off, I’ve probably got on pair of shades–no makeup. I relax when I can. I really do enjoy masks and candles. I like Dr. Teal’s Lavender Bubble Bath–it’s like an Epsom bath. When it’s an ideal setup: I’m in a hotel, music is playing…it’s perfect. Lavender is something I love to have in everything. But I also use sandalwood incense a lot. I just like it to feel like nature in my space–like, in my house I always have plants, flowers–it’s good to get back to that feeling, you know?

I can’t tell anyone my spots in Atlanta. Everybody will start coming! But…I do go to live music places. There’s a place I love called Cafe 290, and the audience is all older people and it’s very low-key. People come and perform; it’s karaoke, it’s drinks, it’s food. I’m a wings girl, depending on where we go while I’m there. The best wings I’ve ever had are in Detroit, my hometown, from a place called Sweetwater Tavern. People don’t know that Detroit has some of the top wings! But while I’m out, my favorite drinks are dark. Depending on the night, I like Jameson and whiskey in general. And I like Hennessy, obviously.”

—as told to ITG

Dej Loaf photographed by Tom Newton in New York on September 11, 2017.