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[youthxtractorganics]

Skinzey's Tan Free - Green Tea Sandalwood Clay Mask is a skincare product that boasts several star ingredients such as green tea extract, sandalwood, kaolin clay, and multani mitti. These ingredients are known for their beneficial properties for the skin. Skinzey's Tan Free claims to be made from 100% organic ingredients and is suitable for all skin types. It is also free of silicones, sulfates, and parabens.

Let's take a closer look at the ingredients:

1. Green Tea Extract: Green tea is rich in antioxidants, which can help protect the skin from damage caused by free radicals. It also has anti-inflammatory properties that can soothe and calm the skin.

2. Sandalwood: Sandalwood is known for its soothing and cooling effects on the skin. It is often used to alleviate skin irritation, redness, and itching. It also has antibacterial properties that may help prevent acne.

3. Kaolin Clay: Kaolin clay is a gentle and mild clay that is often used in skincare products for its absorbent properties. It can help draw out impurities, excess oil, and toxins from the skin, leaving it feeling fresh and revitalized.

4. Multani Mitti (Fuller's Earth): Multani mitti is a natural clay that has been used for centuries in skincare. It is known for its ability to absorb excess oil and unclog pores, making it helpful for oily and acne-prone skin. It can also improve skin tone and texture.

The claim of Skinzey's Tan Free being 100% organic indicates that the product is formulated with natural ingredients. However, it's important to note that without specific certifications or regulatory standards, the term "organic" can vary in meaning and application.

Furthermore, Skinzey's Tan Free is stated to be suitable for all skin types, which suggests that it is designed to be gentle and non-irritating.

Lastly, the product is advertised as being free from silicones, sulfates, and parabens. Silicones are often used in skincare products to provide a smooth texture, while sulfates and parabens are common preservatives and foaming agents. Some people prefer to avoid these ingredients due to personal preferences or concerns about potential skin sensitivities or environmental impact.

It's important to keep in mind that individual experiences with skincare products can vary, and it's always a good idea to perform a patch test before using a new product extensively. Additionally, consulting with a dermatologist or skincare professional can provide personalized advice and recommendations based on your specific skin needs and concerns.

Here's a step-by-step guide on how to use Skinzey's Tan Free - Green Tea Sandalwood Clay Mask for best results:

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3. Open the jar: Carefully open the jar of Skinzey's Tan Free - Green Tea Sandalwood Clay Mask. Take a moment to enjoy the soothing aroma of green tea and sandalwood.

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5. Relax and wait: Sit back, relax, and let the mask work its magic! Leave the mask on for approximately 10-15 minutes or as per the instructions provided by Skinzey.

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7. Pat dry and follow up: Gently pat your face dry with a clean towel. Follow up with your favorite toner, serum, and moisturizer to lock in hydration and maximize the results of the mask.

8. Repeat regularly: For optimal results, incorporate Skinzey's Tan Free - Green Tea Sandalwood Clay Mask into your skincare routine 1-2 times a week or as recommended by the brand. Consistency is key!

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[deafeninggardenerpanda]

every time i draw dragato his hair gets taller and bigger and poofier when will i be stopped

[spaceylon1]

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[hairmetal666]

He hates Steve Harrington, everything about him. His stupid, upbeat pop music. His tall fucking hair. His annoyingly bright clothes. His bullshit German luxury car.

Eddie hates that Steve's a good guy. Hates that he carried Eddie's broken and dying body out of hell. Hates that the kids love him how they do. Hates that he and Robin Buckley are the kind of best friends who might as well be siblings. Hates the way that Jonathan is back and Nancy is happy, and Steve has no resentment about any of it. Hates that he'll never, for as long as he lives, forget about six kids and a Winnebago.

And he hates, more than anything of all, the way he's always finding himself in Steve's bed. The way he falls apart when Steve is deep inside, the way he begs for more, pleads for Steve to wreck him. The way Steve treats him so good that it makes him sob.

Eddie hates himself for not being able to stop. For wanting Steve so much that sometimes he feels it as a visceral ache in the back of his molars. He hates himself for how little fight his dumb traitor heart puts into not being astronomically down bad in love with the guy immediately.

And none of this is supposed to flow from his brain to his tongue to out of his mouth, but Steve fucks him so good and slow--gives him the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life--that it all just slips out of the safe confines of his mind.

"I fucking hate you," he says. Or pants, more like, he's all flushed and sweaty and covered in come, not yet settled back to himself.

"W-what?" Steve stutters. He's standing at the edge of the bed, damp towel clenched in his fist.

True, full consciousness strikes then and he doesn't know what else to say. Steve's big eyes are wide and sad, and Eddie's brain is screaming at him to fix it, and isn't that just another thing that he hates?

"Steve. Like. Fucking look at yourself, man." He waves his hand up Harrington's perfect body. "You're the most beautiful fucking thing in the universe. And you--you embody like every fucking thing I'm supposed to hate with your money and your athletic ability, and your whole goddamn clean-cut All-American boy next door bullshit. And I--I keep ending up here when everything in me says to run away, that this--you--are too good to be fucking true."

And Steve, he's pinching the bridge of his nose, looking more than anything like he's trying not to burst into tears and this--this cannot be borne.

"I love you so fucking much." His voice cracks and he reaches out to circle his fingers around Steve's wrist, the one holding the towel. "I love you so much and I don't deserve even a second of it. Not a minute. Because you're Steve Harrington, you're--"

Steve presses his hand (he hates the the wide palms and long fingers, how they're perfect, how they hold him and comfort him and wring out pleasure again and again like it's nothing, like Steve's hands were made for making Eddie come) over Eddie's mouth. "Shut-up, Munson," he says.

"I fucking hate you too." There's ease in the way he says it, a lightness in his eyes. "I hate that you don't use conditioner. I hate that your van makes that turkey gobble sound every time you turn a corner, and you refuse to let me look at it. I hate how loud you play your music, how it makes my fucking skin shake. I hate when you forget to take the damn chains off your jeans when you put them in the wash."

Steve climbs into bed, straddling him, towel long forgotten. "You know what else I fucking hate, Eddie?" He leans down, ghosting his lips against the tip of Eddie's nose, skimming his mouth. "I hate that I've never loved anyone like I love you. I hate that I almost fucking lost you. I hate that we can't spend every minute in this goddamn bed, so I can memorize every inch of your skin, every sound you make, every single way I tear you apart, and all of the things that put you back together. I love you, Ed. Every fucking terrible part."

[moonlight-prose]

FIRST LOVE IN THE LATE SPRING AIR

a/n: guess who is back on her joel miller shit again. i had the image of young joel possibly in love and just starting out and had to run with it. after not writing for him for some time, i really did miss this grumpy man. i do have a few fics in the works for him so hopefully this fixation lasts some time. this is an unedited jumble of words so enjoy! divider by the incredible @saradika-graphics.

summary: in the late spring air with summer setting like the sun, life with joel suddenly becomes clear.

word count: 1.6k+

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: not explicit, fluff, domesticity, she wrote something without angst y'all, allusions to possibly an apocalypse but not really, mentions of pregnancy (don't worry), joel miller being a fucking softie, they're just so in love it's sick.

His sheets clung to your already warm body, molding to the bare skin that scratched along the wrinkled cheap cotton. You asked why he never bought something better, he claimed he didn’t mind how it felt. Of course, that’s how it usually went. Your questions, answered with sarcasm layered in anguish. He never bought more because he never thought he deserved it.

You ignored it for his sake—never pushing further than necessary; he felt like a stone wall at times, and you were the person searching for his cracks. A place to set your hammer into place and swing.

The sun cast shadows in the darkened room, his curtains pulled away to expose the already open window. He was helping his mom fix the air conditioner; you were sweating beneath his covers. The dichotomy felt wrong—too domestic for you to swallow. Yet you drank it down like cold water straight from the tap, already addicted to the way it chilled your insides and pooled in your stomach.

It never occurred to you that the things you did for love would feel silly in ten years time.

But that was in ten years. And this was now.

“I can feel you,” he mumbled into his crushed pillow squished between his arm and cheek. 

You’d been scooting away from him for the past ten minutes. Not because you desired distance—quite the opposite—you couldn’t fathom the way his skin gave off heat. He was a fire waiting to burn you, singe the hair on your arm and beg for more to consume. You were merely asking for reprieve from the suffocating way he felt atop you in the middle of the night.

Spring in Texas was promised to be cool. Sunny air, bright dispositions, and weather you’d find in a luxury brand’s catalog. The kind his mother kept around for you when they arrived in the mail. Yet as soon as May set in, welcoming humanity with open arms and blooming flowers, the heat shoved its way forward. Settling into the air with a vengeance. A promise that you’d suffer through the next few months until you felt defeated enough to beg for winter.

“It’s hot,” you whined, shoving the thin gray sheet off your body. “I need a cold shower.”

“Mm.” His arm slid beneath the covers, tanned skin and already rough fingers reaching out to find you. “Sounds like a good idea.”

You bit back your smile and scooched even closer to the edge of the mattress—your leg halfway off and nearly to the floor. “I meant for me.”

The mess of rumpled brown hair shot up from his pillow, hazy brown eyes catching you in the snare of their web. “You’d leave me outta that?”

“Joel—”

“Cold water and you naked?” He shook his head, flipping onto his back and sitting up before you could get both feet on the floor. “Sorry darlin’. Ain’t happenin’.”

“You’ll distract me.”

He smiled all lazy and warm. Enough to have you considering your chances of braving the overheated bed sheets that still clung to your thigh. Joel in the morning wasn’t a sight to forget so quickly. He looked like he’d been dragged from sleep roughly, as if he’d rather spend hours more in the unconscious state than out with the real world. But when he gazed at you like this—eyes glassy with sleep and lips curled into a soft smile—you finally understood why people died for the ones they love.

“That’s the point.”

How could you argue? When he practically pleaded with you through his gaze alone. His hand grabbed ahold of your upper thigh, fingers digging into the warm flesh in order to yank you closer. Fighting his strength was no use when you were lazy with sleep yourself. Still halfway past the waking point and a dreamland that housed an image of a man who looked oddly like Joel.

Just a few years older.

“What time do you work today?”

He grunted. Awake enough to comprehend you naked, but still far too delirious to realize he’d have to be up in an hour to make it on time. He slept less than he wanted, but on days where the sun was warm and spring beckoned life forward, he didn’t mind so much.

Tommy being away didn’t help the loneliness that had settled on his shoulders within the past few months. His younger brother—the troublemaker. More fuckin’ trouble than he’s worth. Were words Joel was spouting two months ago the night before Tommy’s leave; you caught the pain in his eyes, the dull emptiness that chewed away in his chest.

Despite the multiple jests and bickered words that never quite stuck like they used to—now that they both knew there’d be no time to make up with cheap beer snuck into the backyard and cigarettes Joel claimed weren’t his—Joel would miss his brother.

“Two hours,” he mumbled, rubbing the heel of his hand into his eye.

“Then go back to sleep.”

His gaze narrowed. “You’re gonna have to get back in.”

“Why?” You rolled your eyes, already reaching for his t-shirt tossed to the side last night when silence gave way to heady looks and soft promises beneath the light of the moon.

“Can’t sleep when you’re not here,” he huffed, falling back into the mess of sheets. “Need to feel you.”

An ache pricked at your heart, barely a nick in the fleshy organ, but you knew you’d feel it in a year's time. When life looked different. When life shined a bit brighter and Joel finally started up his business. When those promises came with a feasible future.

Wordlessly, you climbed back underneath the too warm sheet that immediately settled over you like a muggy cloud. But Joel’s hands sliding around your waist, tugging you closer, appeased whatever discomfort that attempted to push through. As if his touch was a promise of protection against the weather’s strange antics. A warning to be careful not to fall in too deeply. Lest you wind up left with a broken barely beating heart and a hollow space where he once occupied.

“What are you doin’ today?” he breathed, his leg sliding between yours, ankle hooking around the back of your calf.

Your hands found their way into the tendrils of his hair that stuck up in the back—curling with the heat. “The diner opens at ten.”

He hummed. “I’ll be there for breakfast.”

“Mr. Miller, what on Earth will people think of us?”

“That you’re my fuckin’ girl.” His eyes fluttered open, lashes longer than yours yet still dainty against his face. “Besides. We always have breakfast together.”

You hummed, bliss soaring in your heart as you shifted closer. Life with Joel must resemble this. Simplicity in such a small bubble of privacy you already created together. Mornings filled with coffee over a shared newspaper, lunch on the phone, dinner in a kitchen that always needed cleaning. Nights on the couch until one (or both) of you fell asleep, until Joel eventually woke, leading you to the mattress that would engulf your hopes and dreams with open arms.

The promise of domesticity with the knowledge that it would always be more.

“I have a question,” you whispered.

“Uh oh.”

An audible groan echoed in the room when your elbow met his stomach lightly. “It’s not a bad one.”

“Then shoot darlin’.”

“Romantic. Cowboy,” you scoffed. “What’s our life gonna be like in five years?”

He stilled. The hand sliding gently along your hip in soothing motions suddenly a heavy press against your waist. And you could feel the weight in your chest begin to sink like an anchor, settling in your stomach with force. Lead, cannonballs, the pain of intestines twisting and twining. It all hit you like a hurricane rushing to the shore, wiping clean every bit of life in its path. There was no swimming away from it, no catching the path of the torrential waves that sucked you under.

You could only wait, breaths measured and heart racing, as he processed your words.

“Got somethin’ to tell me honey?”

The gravity in his eyes nearly floored you—his meaning slamming into you with enough fervor to make you lose your breath. “No! Fuck. No, no, no, no—”

The solemn way he watched you never wavered, even as you breathed a laugh in the hopes of moving on quickly. “Definitely not that.” You sucked in a breath, lighter than before. “I just meant…what will we be in five years?”

His lips twitched, hand sliding even lower in order to cup your ass. “Hopefully that.”

“Joel—”

“I love you darlin’.” Something familiar—warm like the soothing balm of the sun caressing your skin in the afternoon—bloomed in your chest. Enough to make you nearly tear up. “That ain’t gonna change in one year or five or ten or even twenty.”

“Yeah?” you murmured, curling in so close your lips brushed his. “You sure you won’t get sick of me?”

He huffed, lips capturing yours briefly as his eyes slid closed. “Can’t get sick of somethin’ I’m addicted to.”

You laughed into the kiss, eyes daring a glimpse at his serene expression. “I’ll hold you to that in twenty years Miller.”

“Good.” His face dug into the crook of your neck, body wrapped around yours. “Means you’ll be around.”

The sheet lay above your heads, forming a haven you had no desire to leave. A space that breathed whispers of a future you could finally form a picture of. What once existed in a dreamscape you often habited on nights spent grasping for more than simply one spring and summer, now turned physical. Slowly shaping that malleable past that led you to right here.

[catforsley]

New Beauty Monday - Alterna Haircare - Caviar Collection

New Beauty Monday – Alterna Haircare – Caviar Collection

Hi Guys Today I have a brand feature on Alterna Haircare  It’s fun to be expanding into REALLY incredible hair care- as You may have read about a week ago.   A Bit about Alterna “Alterna transcends ordinary haircare – with healthy, sensorial rituals and clean, skincare-inspired formulas – elevating everyday moments into self-care experiences that transform the hair and delight the senses.…

[mistydeyes]

hiiiii I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!!!!!! Can you please do 141 with a model reader who does Chanel,Versace etc and she gets an invite to do Victoria’s Secret runway and they see her down the runway how would they react

she’s not any model shes and icon,sex symbol,brains,she is the moment

big inspo for me ( I want to become a model)

AHHH I LOVE THIS! anon i feel you tho, every time i look on pinterest i just want to be a model! thank you for requesting <3

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summary: The 141 has always had an odd connection of friends, allies, and connections. However, they can't deny that they don't enjoy your luxurious life as a model and the perks that come along with attending one of your shows.

pairing: Taskforce 141 x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

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A series of events in Milan allowed the 141 to cross paths with you. Staying in a lavish French penthouse was far from what they had expected on a mission dictated by Laswell but her connections with your retired INTERPOL mother had brought them the extravagance of your home and lifestyle. Laswell had to threaten to have their court marshaled if they delayed their arrival home any longer. You thought of that brief moment in summer fondly as you left Gaz a voicemail. "I have a runway in New York coming up, let me know if you'll be on leave," you spoke on the phone, examining your manicured nails, "accommodations and champagne are on me." 

"This is nice," Price said, dropping his duffle onto the marbled tile of their hotel room. "Are you kidding, Cap?" Gaz said as he opened every door into the massive suite, "This is fucking amazing." When they got off the plane at JFK, they had not expected a private driver who brought them to the ornate hotel. The room itself had four separate bedrooms with two bathrooms filled with the best amenities. Soap had taken the opportunity to run over and open a bottle of champagne while Ghost pilfered the small shampoo and conditioner bottles. While the men explored the vast rooms and fought over the beds, there was a knock at the door. Price opened it to reveal a well-dressed bell-hop boy, holding a tray with an envelope. "Four tickets sent by one of the models," he spoke and Price handled the black envelope with embossed pink lettering. "Hell of invitation," he muttered before he looked at the runway time and shared the details with his team. "Wonder what she'll be wearing," Soap mused as he turned to take over one of the bathrooms.

Behind the stage, there was organized chaos with models running around in their silk robes in between the stations. The chatter roared as they chatted with the various hair stylists and makeup artists. "First VS show?" your makeup artist asked as she applied glitter delicately to your primed lids. "Yes, but not my first modeling gig," you smiled as you felt the pressure on your closed eyes, "Versace was beyond a mess compared to this." The artist laughed as she continued to prep your look. You could see mixes of pink and gold applied to your lips and the apples of your cheeks. "We think an olive green liner would look stunning on you," she said before holding a green eyeliner pencil in hand. You nodded in response as you shifted a bit in your robe. You gently closed your eyes again as you envisioned your latest outfit for the night.

Weeks prior you had visited the city to see your outfit for the night. A sage green bra and panty set decorated with pink and glittery flowers to resemble a meadow. Your wings were made of a delicate rose pink chiffon that was reminiscent of a fairy. "Do you like?" the designer asked as you walked around the stand and examined every stitch and detail. You smiled as you nodded happily, feeling the soft fabric under your fingertips. "Any particular inspiration?" you questioned as you made sure to feel the weight of the wings. "The newest line of Victoria's Secret," she spoke dreamily, "the delicacy of nature."

With your makeup and hair done, you walked over to change and receive the final touches from the design team. The group walked rapidly around your figure, assuring every detail would shine when the lights hit your walk. "Have anyone special here tonight?" one of the designers asked as he cut a few loose stitches. "Just a few friends from Europe," you spoke, hoping you didn't sound too entitled. You wanted to talk more but your odd friendship with a small special forces group would definitely reach some tabloids. "You look perfect darling," another designer spoke and you nodded before beginning to walk in your heels. "You can mingle with the others. Your collection is after the classics set," she reminded. You took a deep breath and made some facetious conversation with the other women. They were in awe at your previous shows but you just simply talked as if each was a mediocre experience. "Alright ladies, walk begins in five," a voice called over the comms and you lined up accordingly. As you watched the excited group in front of you, you wondered what you would treat the 141 to for dinner. You were sure if someone knew this is what you thought of before a show, they would laugh.

"Move up, Y/N," the stage manager directed, pulling you out of your food-related musings, "almost time for you to go on." You moved forward, getting into the comfort of your model walk you had done so many times before. You took a deep breath as you heard the live music stream through the curtains and the ethereal light peek through. You looked down at your attire one last time before the model ahead of you returned and it was your turn to awe the show. "Go, go, go," you could hear the stage manager command as the bright lights and menagerie of faces met your gaze.

"I think this is her!" Gaz commented, leaning forward in his chair. "You've been saying that for the past four models," Ghost corrected before he turned to see who was coming out next. As the men directed their gaze to the stage, you confidently strutted onto the platform. They were glued to your figure, perfectly accentuated by the flirtatious lingerie set. The details were delicate and encapsulated your aura. "Fuck." Soap whispered under his breath as the glitter and flower additions to your ensemble shimmered underneath the light. Your wings bounced and looked like they flittered in the air as you made your way in front of the watching crowd. "She's a natural at this," Price commented as he watched the way you walked in a straight line with an air of elegance in each step. He also couldn't deny the way you shined on stage and how the cameras clicked in rapid succession. As you reached the end of the runway, you took an opportunity to look over at the seats you had picked for the 141. You gave a small wink before blowing a kiss in their direction. 

Upon your exiting, there was a clamor amongst the group as to who the kiss was directed to. Primarily, Soap and Gaz were at odds thinking you made eye contact with them as you puckered your glossed lips. Price attempted to put a stop to them before Ghost spoke up. "I'm sure that was for me," he spoke quietly, leaving everyone to shelf the conversation and bring it up later over dinner.

[wabatle]

.ೃ࿐ Blue Lock boys and their love language .ೃ࿐Featuring: Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Reo, Nagi, Rin, Sae .ೃ࿐Warnings: Reader is implied fem in Chigiri's part, other than that gn!reader, this is my first time writing for Sae, so I'm very sorry if he's ooc! .ೃ࿐A/N: I did a little bit of research to figure all of the love languages out, and I’m really proud of the result! Keep in mind that all of them, although they may share a love language, can each interpret and display them in their own, unique ways <3 .ೃ࿐Taglist: @stellas-starry-stories13 (chigiri) @mariaace (everyone) <3

-ˏˋ⋆ Yoichi Isagi ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Words of affirmation, acts of service, quality timeׂ

╰┈➤Words of affirmation

Isagi will 100% make sure you feel secure and comfortable in your relationship. He always makes sure to tell you anything he thinks you need to hear and will talk to you if you have any problems.

ׂ╰┈➤Acts of Service

Though it may not be much, Isagi tries to do whatever he can to take a load off your shoulders. Got a long to-do list? Isagi will check off as many things as he can for you.

ׂ╰┈➤Quality time

Isagi would try to make as much time for you as possible. He wants to be around you and enjoys your presence, so why wouldn’t he want to spend time with you?

-ˏˋ⋆ Meguru Bachira ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time

╰┈➤Physical touch

Bachira is very touchy. He will cling onto you and won’t let go, as well as accompany you everywhere. If there’s one way Bachira thinks he can prove his love for you, it’s with cuddles and attention.

╰┈➤Words of affirmation

If Bachira catches even the smallest signs of insecurity from you, he’s all over you, telling you how much he loves you, how amazing he thinks you are, literally everything he can think of to punch that insecurity out of you.

╰┈➤Quality time

Ditches practice for you. That’s it, that’s the whole thing. Okay, in all seriousness, Bachira wants to spend every second of every day with you. He’s like a puppy.

-ˏˋ⋆ Hyoma Chigiri ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gift giving, quality time

╰┈➤Gift giving

Chigiri definitely loves to take care of your hair together, so he would gift you shampoo or conditioner, or some kind of hair care product. He would also give you hair ties or hair accessories.

╰┈➤Quality time

Chigiri loves to spend time with you. He doesn’t really care how, whether it’s sitting at home on the couch gossiping, or walking around town together, stopping at random shops. (Hence the gift giving.)

-ˏˋ⋆ Reo Mikage ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gift giving, physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service/all 5

╰┈➤Gift giving

It’s no secret that Reo is insanely rich. Which, for you, means you get practically everything, whether you asked for it or not. If you look at something for just a second longer, Reo’s card is already out, and you’re already exiting the store with a bag in hand.

╰┈➤Physical touch

Reo is also a clingy guy. He loves to be around you and cuddle with you, or simply follow you everywhere, like a lost puppy. It can get overwhelming at times, but he’ll stop if he feels he’s smothering you.

╰┈➤Quality time

Being clingy, that also means he wants to spend as much time with you as possible. He loves to take you out, whether to fancy restaurants or to luxury stores, or even traveling together. Whatever it is, he wants to do it with you.

╰┈➤Words of affirmation

If you feel insecure or some kind of negative emotion, he himself gets very insecure. So, in order to fix that, he assures you how much he loves you, and as you start feeling better, his own insecurities subside. He worries that he’s the one causing you problems, so you’ll have to assure him he’s not.

╰┈➤Acts of service

Reo would hate to see you stressed about anything, whether it’s something big or not. So, he’ll gladly take some, or even all, of the responsibility. I would imagine that sometimes you have to tell him you don’t need his help because he’s so insistent.

-ˏˋ⋆Seishiro Nagi ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Physical touch, quality time

╰┈➤Physical touch

Cuddles. So much cuddling. Even just when he puts his head on your shoulder, he stays stuck to you like glue. He just wants to have you near him when he’s gaming. He wants an arm around you while he holds his controller.

╰┈➤Quality time

The only reason I included quality time is because Nagi insists on gaming with you. Most of your dates are at home where you relax and play games together. But, on rare occasions when you go out, you most likely stop at an arcade at some point.

-ˏˋ⋆ Rin Itoshi ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Acts of service, words of affirmation

╰┈➤Acts of service

Though Rin may not have a lot of time for you, he still tries to do what he can to prove he loves you. So he does little things, like cleaning up the house a little bit or buying you something on his way home.

╰┈➤Words of affirmation

Though he may not be the best at it, Rin knows no better way to assure you he loves you than telling you. Of course, never in front of his team or really anybody, but, rest assured, he’ll tell you once he’s sure the two of you are in private.

-ˏˋ⋆ Sae Itoshi ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Quality time, words of affirmation

╰┈➤Quality time

Although it may not happen much, quality time with Sae is well spent. Usually, all you do is tangle together while either talking or watching something, but, nonetheless, Sae likes it, and so do you.

╰┈➤Words of affirmation

Despite what a foul mouth Sae can have, he would never use the words he uses to describe other teams or players on you. Most things he says feel and are very genuine, but a few things can come across wrong or sound very possessive.

thank you for reading!

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[honeytonedhottie]

masterlist (2024)⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪷

law of assumption and manifesting

how i write my scripts

a look into my own manifestation

some manifesting exercises

random success story

beginners guide to manifesting

robotic affirming

law of assumption ins and outs

reprogramming subconscious mind

rampaging with manifesting

valentines day prep challenge (day one)

valentines day prep challenge (day two)

valentines day prep challenge (day three)

valentines day prep challenge (day four)

valentines day prep challenge (day five)

valentines day prep challenge (day six)

valentines day prep challenge (day seven)

honeys tea on self concept (improved)

how i make affirmations tapes + affirmation tape

you know how to manifest

ways to apply the law

for when u think u "failed" at manifesting

reprogramming ur mind activity

building a new life and identity (remake)

what to do when the 3d hasn't aligned

how to deal with self doubt when manifesting

i pledge allegiance

how to manifest faster

dealing with the unfavorable

self care and beauty

for healthier hair

shampoo and conditioner recommendations

long list of self care practices

at home spa day

doll hand-book

maintaining a clean and fresh appearance

"your glowing"

general hygiene secrets and tips

hot girl summer prep

glazed doughnut skin secrets

things that are on my list to buy (beauty binder)

mental well being and healing

the feel better formula

the tea on self love

disconnect and heal

ways to feel better about ur appearance

sustained satisfaction

how to keep going

embracing being alone

for rest and relaxation

the happy pill

self care assessment

how to unwind

shadow work prompts

how to stop being toxic

how to feel enough

honeys girlblogging and that girl-ism

starting a video diary

how to deal with mean girls

ur guide to effortless glamor

little habits to adopt

embodying the wellness girlie aesthetic

the wizard liz mindset analysis

hyper girliness

dear diary

starting ur fitness girlie era

dopamine detox challenge

starting a collection

honeys guide to throwing a slumber party

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE - FEBRUARY EDITION

giving urself princess treatment

video dairy entry ideas

cultivating creativity and a deeper sense of self

starting and managing ur blog

how to be rich and luxurious

HONEYS BUSINESS INQUIRIES

a glamorous well being

incorporating luxury

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE - MARCH EDITION

productivity and self development

focusing on urself

getting seriously organized

honey's resource bundle

getting it together

a fresh start

trusting and betting on urself

becoming ur own project and self upgrading

reset routine

goal ideas

practicing self discipline

things to do while on a dopamine detox

making an effective planner

the art of conversation (from a professional yapper)

restocking and replenishing

school and studying

school notion tutorial

becoming an academic weapon challenge

studying methods + tips

how to get good grades without excessive studying

academic resources

ways im romanticizing school

pretty and well educated

notes from honey🎀🍰

places to go vision board

notes from honey - note one

notes from honey - note two

things that make my mornings a million times better

[houndsclaw]

shoko’s air conditioner breaks in the middle of the worst heat wave in high summer. you had no choice but to shamble to your apartment: a tertiary set of rooms on campus too old for luxuries like central air. you and shoko spend most of the afternoon stripped down and linked by the smallest amount of skin you can bear. her ankle touched to the sole of your foot, your pinky fingers brushing. the heat hasn’t broken in weeks and the humid weight of summer crushes like an iron to velvet pile. there’s a moratorium on cigarettes in your apartment until the weather breaks, so shoko’s mouth is stained pink and blue from ice pops and frozen fruit. the radio hums from above you, your old fan rattling in a futile attempt to keep the air moving.

shoko sits up with a grunt, shaking out her long hair over her shoulders. the slip she’s wearing has gone translucent with sweat, sticking to her curves. you would look with more interest if it wasn’t so much energy to lift your sweaty, heavy head— another reason to curse the weather.

"i'm going to get another ice pop."

you mumble an affirmative, part of you already missing her sticky touch.

“you know, the morgue has climate control,” shoko reasons aloud. at your look: “kidding.”

you glare at her and then relent, letting your eyes close again. you don’t think she’s kidding, but there’s something to be said about a woman willing to suffer the indignities of summer to spend time with you. you draw your knees up to grasp for any relief of the fan’s breeze and listen for shoko shuffling to the kitchenette. you hear the rattle of ice in the freezer. roll your head back against the floor to find a cool spot where your head hasn’t warmed. shoko sighs. “we’re out of pops,” she calls out to you.

you jerk in surprise when a cold glass lands on your bare skin. shoko’s quick enough to take it back before you knock it off, but there’s a smirk on her face. you watch her throat work as she gulps down half of the glass, graceless in a way she rarely allows herself. her cold hand lands on your propped up knee, her fingers pressing bracing lines into your too-hot skin. the glass is set to the side on a magazine, where it will sweat a ring over the face of last week’s white-haired celebrity.

shoko plucks a cube of ice from the glass. it starts to melt as soon as she rolls it over her palm, leaving cold water dripping down her wrist. her touch is blessed as she strokes her cold hand over your belly, leaving a track of moisture and goosebumps in her wake. when she sets the chip of ice proper against your skin, your breath hitches. shoko notices, drawing a slow, numbing line underneath your breast, winding over your waist until her wet fingertips push the melt over your hipbone. you want her icy fingers in your mouth.

shoko slips this cube of ice up your shin. holds it for a second and then another when she reaches your thigh, the bite of the ice enough to stop your breath for a second before she relents and removes it. cold water trickles down your thigh, the lingering edge of ice-pain an restless itch in the skin. her lips are blazing when she kisses your skin, her hot breath nearly unbearable replacing the chill. she smirks at you when you release the breath stuck in your lungs, that certain gleam in her eyes. she lifts a brow at you: well?

"it's too hot, baby," you complain, but you're easing yourself back down, letting your arms splay out on the floor. shoko crowds between your legs, dangerously pleased with herself.

“you know i’ll make it better,” she murmurs, and puts the ice cube in her mouth.

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[wrathofrats]

Hiii it’s @littlemoon-beams birthday and she’s literally so sweet and deserves the world like??? She’s always so nice to everyone and sometimes has fuckwads in her asks, so in honor of her and for her pls have some Mountain Dew fluff

Dew taking care of mountain because his hair is a fucking rats (haha) nest because he is so very bad at taking care of himself.

Dew kept a hand in the water, swirling it with his finger to watch the steam rise around it, keeping it warm. Mountain sighed and sunk deeper, bubbles rising to cover his chest and rest under his chin before giving a loud yelp as dew pulled on a particularly difficult knot.

“Gotta stay still mo, I’m trying my best” dew sighed, pushing him back down and picking at the knot with his comb once again.

“It hurts, you can’t get someone to use their magic to make it not hurt or something?”

“Well it wouldn’t hurt if you’d take care of it in the first place”

Mountain crossed his arms, sending a bit of water outside the tub. Hopefully onto dewdrop as revenge for being mean to him.

The conditioner was luxurious smelling, something he’s sure dew made papa spend a lot of money on, if he didn’t just straight up steal it. Wherever he got it was none of his business but he almost felt bad about dew using such good products just to get his hair smooth again.

Mountain had a bad habit of just not caring about it. He preferred it long, like dew and Swiss did but after working all day with it thrown up in some kind of lazy bun, it was the last thing he’d want to do to spend the time to untangle it. And he’d do that for as long as possible, before slinking to dew, Swiss, or cumulus to untangle his hair so he can live peacefully once again.

“Wish you’d brush it more, your hair is beautiful mountain” dew mumbled, mostly to himself as he admired the now smoothe section he could clip out of the way. Mountains hair was pretty, a nice darker brown that had highlights from the sun, and a nice wavy texture to it. He had more hair than dew and Swiss, probably combined, so it was no wonder he had an awful time taking care of it. Even if dew wished every day he would.

“I know, I try dew” mountain sighed

The bath was full of some lavender soap mountain had made at some point, probably for cumulus. Small lavender buds floating around him in the bubbles. He could sleep like this if he wanted to, dew brushing a smooth piece of hair over and over while he relaxes as the temperature rises a bit more with dews magic.

“I know you do mo,” dew said, brushing through the entirety of his hair, “if you ever want me to brush it after a long day, just ask, I’d love to”

“Thank you droplet” mountain let dew tip his head back into the water, massaging the conditioner out of it before bringing his head back up to squeeze the water out.

His head was suddenly warmer, dew brushing through his fingers.

“What are you doing now?”

“Shhh stop fussing, just drying it so I can braid it for you”

“You can’t braid it wet?”

Dew cringed, giving him a small chuckle as he wrapped the hair tie around the end.

“No, you can’t braid it while it’s wet”

[whoresidentevil]

Leon and Your Hair

a/n: I haven't written in years so this is very experimental 💀 I'm open to constructive feedback!

Also, I wrote this with the reader having type 4 hair in mind but I tried to make it as texture-inclusive as possible :)

General: 

Leon himself takes pride in his hair and appearance in general which is one of many ways you guys relate to each other.

 I imagine your shared bathroom would be full of hair products and tools more than anything else, though most of it is yours.

Leon isn't ignorant, he knew how important hair is to your culture way before you got together. Because of this, he respects how much effort your maintenance requires.

RE2:

This man 100% uses all your stuff every time he comes over. You start wondering if these containers have a hole at the bottom of them or something. Eventually, Leon just starts buying the shampoo/conditioner combo you use for himself at home because it's doing wonders for his hair. Plus the scent reminds him of you, it's a win-win.

Leon had nice hair before, but your presence in his life introduces him to products like deep conditioner, hair oils, etc that just elevate it further.

When you get your hair braided or styled Leon always wants to be the first person to see it! He even goes out of his way to pick you up from the salon so he can shower you with compliments right after. 

If he has time I can see Leon sitting in the salon with you for however many hours it takes the stylists to be done. He sits there flipping through the hair magazines he took from the waiting area, turning the pages over to you every couple of minutes. "Babe, you should try this next time." with the most genuine smile on his face. Even if it was some atrocious 90's editorial style, you smile and nod at every single one.

RE4:

Once Leon starts going on long missions he's unable to be your personal chauffeur 24/7, so he'd definitely want you to text him pictures every time you get your hair done. He always sets them as his phone wallpaper to have an updated photo of you everywhere he goes.

During his training I doubt he'd have the luxury of technology though, instead opting to get a Polaroid of you every now and then in the mail. He always makes sure to compliment you on something in the letters he sends back and keeps the latest Polaroid somewhere in his pockets while the older ones are tacked to his wall. (poor guy misses you so much)

When he's home with you he realizes how much he missed your silk pillowcases and bed sheets. He didn't think they were actually helping his hair and skin until he had to sleep in crazy locations during training/missions and noticed the difference. he silently thanks you for that.

RE6/ID/DI:

After so many years of being together, Leon knows about all your hair preferences, favorite styles, and even things he hasn't seen you in yet. (our boy is educated 👏🏾).

Sometimes you ask him to help pick what you'll do with your hair next which either ends with him saying "You look beautiful no matter what" or showing you very specific photos he found on Google.

It's been years since you've paid for your own hair because Leon insists on taking care of that for you. It doesn't matter how much it costs, he has no problem with it as long as you are happy.

He'd go into the beauty supply store with you and know exactly where to go and what to get, even reminding you not to forget some things along the way.

Leon has a huge soft spot for your natural hair, whatever texture it may be he's whipped for it. Loves being able to touch your hair (with permission) and probably asks to help you on wash days so he has an excuse to do so.

speaking of which, I can see wash days becoming an intimate thing for you two as you get older. He'd help you shampoo in the shower as a form of affection, or you're sitting in his lap while he helps you detangle when your arms get tired.

If you have locs I can see Leon looking up a tutorial on how to do retwists to help you out. Even if you tell him time and time again that you'd rather have your loctician do it he insists you give him a chance. Turns out he's not half bad at it and you let him do it a few times a year.

[whimsicalpolitical]

Empty gold - Matty Healy

fwb x matty

continuation of this

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, alcohol, vomit, handjob, smoking,

-

The hum of the hotel air conditioner drones in the background, a constant reminder of the sterile luxury surrounding you. Matty Healy lounges on the king-sized bed, intently focused on his Nintendo Switch. The soft glow from the screen illuminates his features, casting shadows that dance across his face with every flick of his fingers.

You lie beside him, propped up on one elbow, watching him play. Your thoughts are miles away, oscillating between the upcoming gig and the knot of unease in your stomach. The ticking clock on the nightstand tells you that you have just under two hours before you need to leave.

"Matty," you begin, your voice hesitant. He doesn't look up, but you know he's listening. "What will the other boys think if I always come to the gigs?"

He pauses the game and turns to face you, an eyebrow arched in amusement. "You think they don’t already know we’re shagging?"

You bite your lip, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "I mean, we’ve been pretty discreet..."

"Discreet? Love, they’re not daft. They’ve known from the start."

Your heart skips a beat. You always assumed you had kept things under wraps. But of course, they would know. They are like family, and families have a way of sensing things.

"And they don’t mind?" you ask, your voice softer now, vulnerability peeking through.

Matty shifts closer, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Love. Why would they mind? We’ve all been friends before and just because we’re havin‘ a bit of fun doesn’t mean they don’t like you anymore.“

He continues, “they really could not care less. And I’m sure they’ve got their own girl problems to deal with.”

You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. His reassurance, the warmth in his eyes, makes you believe it. The boys have always been important to you and you sure as hell don’t want to fuck it up.

"So," he says, a mischievous glint in his eye, “you excited for the gig, then?"

“Yeah of course, but it’s not my first, remember.”

At his first gig you came to be there for him, being Matty’s best friend for years you wanted to support him and the boys.

"I remember," he says, picking up his Switch again, but not before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Now let me finish this level and then we can get into anything you would like to do.”

“Oh?” You ask with a grin, obviously not having pure thoughts.

“Can’t you multitask?” You ask, resting your hand on his lower leg which is sliding upwards but in a torturously slow pace.

“I have to get this level, babe, have to win against George.” You roll your eyes, your hand on his upper thigh rubbing circles against his jeans.

“So you better concentrate and don’t get distracted.”

Matty laughs and glances at you quickly before his eyes drop to the little screen. “And your what? Gonna jerk me off?”

You giggle and nod before moving your hand to his crotch. “Yeah, you want that?”

“Fuck f’course.”

You’re shoving one hand down the front of Matty’s jeans. “Jesus. Doesn’t take much to get you going, does it?” You tease and begin to move more deliberately.

Matty sucks in a quick breath and exhales, “don’t act like you’re not drenching your underwear right now.”

“Fuck off.”

You observe Matty, a smile tugging on his lips but his breathing going a bit faster than a couple of minutes ago.

“Lift your hips.” You demand and he obliges.

“Good boy.” You tease, laughing when Matty stares at you like he’s going to kill you. You don’t fail to notice the blush creeping up his neck though.

“Piss off with that.”

You pull his jeans and boxers off, sliding the fabric down his legs but not completely off. You continue by settling down onto his thigh.

He’s not fully hard yet but when your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, pumping your fist a few times, he’s letting out the groan that had settled in his throat.

"Shit." his voice quivering, "keep goin.”

You tut, “be nice, matty.”

“Sorry, love.” he groans, “please keep going.”

You hum and of course you do as he says, loving his breaths and groans too much to just wait. Your fingers move to his tip trying to collect as much pre-cum as possible to get him wetter.

When you’ve spread his cum around you start to move your fist again, up and down his shaft. Too slow. Matty bucks his hips to gain more but you hold his hips down.

“Why so impatient?”

“Babe, you’re joking,” his breath is jagged, on the edge of exploding and splattering all over your fist. “Fuck, just go faster.”

“Are you winning?”

“What?”

“Your game, Matty. Are you winning?”

Your fist starts to move faster and he looks so divine that the pressure of his thigh is starting to get you soaked.

“S-second place.”

You lean forward against his ear, “keep going then, don’t lose now.”

Your lips trace against his neck, lingering against the skin. He can’t keep the device straight, he won’t win like this and you both know it. Not that it matters. Not while you're touching him.

"Is this good?" you ask, breath tickling against his ear.

Matty nods rapidly, "good.. so good," fingers twisting around the switch as his eyes flutter closed. "fuck," he gasps, the switch slipping from his hand onto the bed when your thumb circles the tip of his dick again. An otherworldly feeling he feels just with you.

"Yeah?" you grit, continuing to stroke him.

One hand of Matty holds onto your while the other finds your cheek, lazily trying to connect your lips. Your knee slides between his legs, spreading them just enough for your other hand to creep between and grab his balls.

"Oh- christ ," matty wails, kissing at your bottom lip, sucking at the skin.

Your expert fingers fondle his balls while the other fists his dick, pre-cum making your fingers glisten and move with ease.

His throat squeaks, the most pitiful noise a grown man could've made, his bottom lip still latched onto yours.

Matty’s going crazy for the sweet taste of your lips and the friction of your palm rubbing against his cock.

"i'm gonna cum," he babbles, stomach flipping, waves of pleasure crashing through his tingling limbs.

You don't respond to his whining, your nose brushes over his as his breaths become shallow and staggered. An iron clad grip on your shirt as he teeters over the edge, hips stuttering into your palm.

"Fuckin’ hell," Matty mewls, bursting all over your hand,

"Shit, darling," your eyes darken, gazing down at your hand still wrapped around him, somewhat proud of what you've achieved.

You smile and lower your head to his wet chest and thighs. You begin to lick his skin, changing from soft licks to soft bites as matty squirms over you.

“Taste good?” He asks and you nod, cleaning him up completely.

You kiss him again when you’re done, slipping him your tongue to show him how he tastes and he groans. The both of you grin into the kiss.

“M’ so glad I’ve brought you with me.” His hand finds your ass to playfully hit it one time. “Was fuckin’ worth losing against George.”

“I would hope so.”

“Course, babe.” He smiles, “let’s get dressed then.”

-

The hallway is dimly lit, a quiet hum of activity vibrating through the walls as the crowd outside buzzes with anticipation. You lean against the cool, textured surface, trying to catch your breath. The distant thrum of bass seeps through the floor, a steady reminder that Matty’s concert is about to start.

But then he's there, a flash of dark curls and an easy smirk as he strides down the hall. He spots you immediately, his eyes lighting up with something between mischief and desire. Without a word, he grabs your hand, pulling you toward him with that familiar urgency.

Your back hits the wall as his lips crash onto yours, and suddenly, nothing else matters. His hands are everywhere—one tangling in your hair, the other pressing into the small of your back, drawing you closer. You respond in kind, gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him as close as you can. The kiss is hungry, heated, a collision of need and want that you've both been holding back since this morning.

His breath is hot against your skin as he breaks away, just enough to murmur your name, low and rough, before capturing your lips again. The world narrows down to just this—the taste of him, the way he moves against you, the faint tremble in his touch that tells you he’s as affected as you are.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know the show will start soon, that someone could walk by any second. But right now, with Matty’s hands on your waist and his mouth devouring yours, the thought seems distant, almost irrelevant.

He pulls back, just slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. His eyes search yours, dark and intense, as if he’s trying to memorize this moment before it slips away. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, mirroring the frantic pace of your own.

“When are you on?” you start, but he cuts you off with another kiss, softer this time, but no less demanding. When he pulls away again, his thumb brushes across your cheek, and he gives you that lopsided grin that always makes your heart skip.

“We have 15 minutes,” he murmurs. His gaze lingers on you for just a second longer before he steps back, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“Don’t wanna wait,” you admit, “just fuck me.”

“Romantic.” He jokes.

“Like we should be,” you hiss, “we’re fuck buddies.”

It’s not like you don’t want to change that. It feels like you’ve been falling down like autumn leaves but you want to beg him to not let winter come and let your hearts freeze.

“Right.” Something shifted in him, he sounds hurt. But this can’t be.

His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you drop your jaw, allowing your tongues to lazily reunite. One of his hands delicately traces your spine while the other cups your cheek, cradling it harder then usual. You lean your face into the palm of his hand, letting him hold you close.

His hand leave their place to go under your skirt and pull your panties just down your thighs. Then he grips your hand and pulls it to your dripping center.

“Do it yourself then,” he orders, “c’mon, get yourself drenched for me.”

You of course obey and start to slowly rub circles onto your clit.

He opens his belt and pulls his pants and boxers down to his knees only to end up fisting his hard cock.

Ironically he pulls a condom out of your cleavage and rips it open with his teeth.

You’re lost in your own pleasure, already thrusting a finger into yourself, you betrayed yourself by letting out a too loud moan.

“Didn’t say you could do that,” Matty shakes his head, “bad girl.”

He’s angling his cock so it lines up with your entrance and slowly, oh so slowly, he pushes inside. You watch through heavy lidded eyes as his face goes slack and his brow furrow.

"Yeah, fuck, that's it," he growls when you start to lift your hips as well. He lets his head fall back and groans but tries to pull himself together to watch as the evidence of your arousal smear between you both with each rock of your hips. His hands hold onto your legs.

His mouth reaches your breasts. He starts licking and biting the hardening bud and making you whine. He grins against it, changing the breast to the other one, achieving the same reaction.

"Feel so good," you practically slurr, your mind growing numb as your pleasure builds. He releases your breast with a smack to his lips and his eyes look black when he meets your gaze.

He clenches his jaw before he mutters lowly, "fuckin' take it. C'mon, let me see you work for it."

You take a deep breath and stabilize your palms against his chest before tilting your hips up and dropping them down quickly, over and over in a steady, fast rhythm that had your skin slapping together obscenely in the dingy hallway.

"Yeah, that's it. Fuck, what a good girl," he murmurs. You can see the shift in his face now and it fucking thrills you. Gone are the sweet, loving looks and chaste, gentle kisses. Now that his own pleasure is mounting low in his stomach, his cock throbbing and begging for release deep within you, he is growing impatient. He bares his teeth while you keep up your fast, tight pace, eyes flashing up at you hungrily, heat flushing his chest and neck.

"Keep fuckin' yourself on my cock, love," he grits out.

"You think anyone else can ever make you feel like this? Fucks sake," he adds, his voice dropping to a whisper with his last words. It has you tipping your head with a deep moan, your gaze locking onto the ceiling while you continue to ride him as best you can with trembling legs, ignoring the ache everywhere else in your body.

“Matty,” you moan.

And he can feel it. He can feel your legs shake, he can hear your breath stutter and he knows you are growing weak but fuck if you don’t try to push through it just to please him. The mere thought practically short circuits his brain, his senses dulling at the idea of someone as perfect as you. But you’re just fuck buddies as you said.

Everything hurts now and it gets harder to move.

So he decides to help. His hands find their place on your hips, thumbs pressing into the crease of your thighs, and he bucks up into you, each movement paired with a deep grunt that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your fingernails digging into his chest.

You drop one leg, relieve washing over you, the discomfort washing off immediately.

When your body shuddered and your jaw hangs open, a sharp gasp the only sound to leave your lips, he smirked because he knew what would happen next.

Your perfect fucking pussy clenches around him so deliciously, squeezing and relaxing over and over again while each wave of your orgasm rips through you. The sight and feel is unlike anything else, the experience simply incomparable.

He groans loudly and falls forward as he spills inside the condom.

“Christ,” he gasps pulling out of you.

He’s nice and pulls your panties on, kissing your cheek, “have to go on stage now, we’ll see each other later, yeah?”

“Sure.”

He leans down one more time to capture your lips in a kiss before he’s off to fulfill his duties as a rockstar.

-

The whole show you had to watch matty get drunk as fuck, smoke one joint after another, touching his dick on stage and kissing a fan during robbers. Proper kissing. Gripping her hips, pulling her closer and licking her lips as if he didn’t just fuck you an hour ago.

You’re pissed and you don’t even know if you have the right to be.

You thought about your ‘relationship’ a lot these past months and maybe it’s for the better to end it. As fast as possible.

So you wait for him to walk backstage but it’s not walking, he stumbles backstage, holding on to the walls.

“Jesus Matty,” you roll your eyes and grips his arms.

“Hi, darling, don’t you look pretty.”

“Stop. We have to talk, okay?”

“Hmm, talk dirty?”

He tries to touch your waist and pull you on top of him but you push his hands away and walk to the door a few steps away from him.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?”

“Us. Just sex, we have to stop.”

He looks baffled and he stands up almost falling over in the process, “shit,” he mumbles. “If this is about the girl, love, it’s part of our show and-“

“It’s not about the girl, Matty. It was a huge mistake. All of it.”

“But-“ matty tumbles forward and takes your face into his hands, “we were so good. Admit it.”

“Matty-“

“Admit it.”

“Obviously but that doesn’t mean it feels right anymore.”

“Course,” he huffs, “you’re sick of me?”

His hands fall down and he turns his back on you facing the abandoned black couch.

“Fuck,” he half screams making you jump a little.

Matty searches around for something, you don’t know what but it gets clear when he half runs towards a bin. He crouches down and throws up inside, falling to his knees.

“For fucks sake, Matty. How old are you?”

You sit down next to him, your hand instinctively reaching out to rub his back. Matty’s breathing is ragged, and he groans softly between each heave, his face pale and twisted with discomfort. For a moment, you’re unsure of what to say, so you just keep rubbing his back in small circles, hoping it brings him some comfort.

“You’re fine, Matty. Just breathe, okay? You’ll be fine,” you murmur softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite how furious you are.

He retches again, and your hand pauses for a brief moment before resuming its soothing rhythm. Matty’s body shakes with the effort, and then finally, it seems like it’s over. He leans back against the wall, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are glassy, and he looks at you with a mixture of regret and shame.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he mumbles, his voice hoarse and broken.

You shake your head quickly, cutting him off before he can spiral further. “It’s fine.”

You can see the guilt weighing on him, though, and it tugs at your heart. For all his bravado, for all the times he’s seemed invincible, moments like this remind you how human he really is, how fragile.

“You shouldn’t… shouldn’t have to deal with this,” he mutters, slurring slightly.

You let out a small sigh and shake your head again. “Stop that. We’ve been friends for too long, Matty. Just let me help you.”

He closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall, as if trying to escape the reality of the situation. But you don’t let him withdraw completely. You reach out, gently turning his face toward you. He resists at first, but eventually, his eyes meet yours.

“I’m taking you home,” you say firmly.

Matty looks at you for a long moment, his expression conflicted, but then he nods weakly. He’s too tired, too drained to argue. You help him up, and he stumbles a bit, leaning heavily on you for support.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” you say softly, guiding him towards the door.

The drive is quiet. Matty’s head lolls against the window, and every now and then, you glance over to check on him. He’s half-asleep, his breathing slow and even, but his hand occasionally twitches as if reaching for something just out of reach. You keep one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the console, close enough to his hand that he could grab it if he wanted to.

When you finally reach his place, you park the car and gently shake him awake. He groans, opening his eyes blearily.

“We’re here,” you say softly. “Can you make it inside?”

He nods but doesn’t move at first. You watch him struggle to find the energy, and after a few seconds, you unbuckle your seatbelt and step out of the car. You walk over to his side and open the door, offering your hand. He takes it, and you help him out, steadying him as he stumbles slightly.

The walk to his door feels longer than it actually is, but eventually, you’re inside. Matty collapses onto the couch, his body sinking into the cushions as if he’s finally allowing himself to let go.

You kneel beside him, pulling off his shoes and tossing them to the side. Then, you grab a blanket from the back of the couch and drape it over him.

“Do you need to throw up again?”

“Nah, don’t think so.”

Matty’s eyes flutter open, and he looks at you with a vulnerability that you’re not used to seeing. “Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

You give him thumbs up, “now sleep, we can talk when you’re sober.”

You turn around to leave but he grips your wrist.

“Please don’t leave me.”

You’re met with a boy whose eyes are tearing up, his lip wobbling.

“What?”

“I’m sorry- fuck,” he groans, one hand rubbing his forehead, “I didn’t want to kiss her. It felt wrong and it wasn’t you and I was mad because you said we’re fuck buddies and we are but I want more.”

“Matty don’t-“

“No, I don’t even know why I didn’t ask you out properly, yeah. I just thought that if I could shag you I already have you. M’ so sorry.”

He takes your hand and leads it to his lips to press his lips to your skin. “Please don’t leave me. Let’s do this right. I’ve always-“

“Don’t, okay?“

Your heart aches at the sight of him like this, so vulnerable, so raw. You’ve seen him put on so many faces—confident, aloof, charming—but this is different. This is Matty stripped down to his core, no defenses, no games. And yet, the doubt still lingers in the back of your mind. What if this is just a drunken confession, something he’ll regret in the morning?

“Matty…” you whisper, your voice trembling. “I want to believe you, I really do. But… what if this isn’t real? What if you don’t feel the same way when you wake up?”

He looks up at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “It’s real. I swear to you, it’s real. I’ve always felt this way, I was just too much of a coward to admit it.”

You want to believe him, but the pain of uncertainty gnaws at you. You’ve been through so much together, and the thought of losing him completely if things go wrong terrifies you.

He sits up, his hand still holding yours as he leans in closer, his eyes searching yours with a desperation that breaks your heart.

“I know I’ve messed up. I know I don’t deserve you, but please… just give me a chance to prove it to you. I’ll do anything.”

“Matty, you’re drunk. I need you to understand that this isn’t something we can just brush off if you change your mind.“

He shakes his head frantically. “I won’t change my mind. I can’t… I’ve been running from this for so long, and I’m done. I need you to know how much you mean to me.”

He leans up and you’re so close to breathing each other’s air but you pull away. “I can’t, not now.”

“Okay,” he whispers. “Alright, then let’s talk in the morning, darling. But please don’t leave me?”

You reach out, brushing a tear from his cheek, and give him a small, sad smile. “I won’t.”

He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch, and for a moment, you both just sit there in the silence, the weight of what’s unspoken hanging heavy between you. Finally, you settle down next to him and rest your head on his chest. It’s not like you haben cuddled Million times.

“Get some sleep,” you murmur. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

[madamechrissy]

Up in the Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Just kissing, fingering and a fuckton of sexual tension in this chap, but gets more explicit in further chapters

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 6,733

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through. Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong?

Chapter 1 - Masterlist

Chapter 2

The honeymoon suite you and Suguru walk into was on the top floor of the luxurious hotel, with floor to ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the ocean outside, the full moon illuminated the room with its brightness even before you touch the light switch. The living room and kitchen alone rivaled an apartment easily, the sitting area had plush light pastel couches.

Suguru closes the door behind you two, and you nervously smile at him, the stranger you’d brought to stay with you, but it didn’t feel scary. Nerve wracking maybe, but in a thrilling way, mostly he made you feel peaceful, safe, perhaps more than Mahito had in years.

You sigh at the memories, pushing them down.

The suite had a Jacuzzi tub big enough for two, you notice as you continue peeking inside of it, and a walk-in shower with rainfall shower head. It was fancy as fuck, you muse, well worth the amount you’d paid. The bedroom has a king-sized bed adorned with a luxurious rose comforter and plush pillows, romantically decorated with rose petals.

You’re as bright red as the petals as you peek at Suguru, who smiled just a bit at you, his hand on your shoulder comfortingly. You ease, his touch and presence just do something to you, it’s indescribable.

“Are you okay, love?” He asks softly.

“Yes, it is just… a little too much. Fuck this.” You go to the bed then, shaking the comforter out, the petals fall to the floor, then you slip on the comforter, falling backwards, entangling yourself.

You hear his laugh.

Fuck.

You struggle to get out of the cocoon you’re in, arms flailing. “Shit!”

“Hang on, silly.” He says softly through his laughter, then he has you freed, your face at least, the rest of you is still wrapped. He smirks at you, and you blow a lock of hair out of your face, giggling. “You’re clumsy, huh?”

“A little bit.” You wiggle more, and he begins unwrapping you, then his eyes lock on your legs, you pause, your breath catching, and you look down to see your panties are showing under your dress, your skirt up your hips.

It’s completely silent save for the air conditioner in the background, and your heavy breaths that come out in little pants. He’s just stuck there, on the floor over you, hands braced on his legs, fists clenching the material of his slacks. You for some stupid reason can’t move, you’re just looking at his hands, as he looks at your legs, at the lacy red panties you wore.

You grow wet against them, and shift your thighs just a bit, uncomfortable, wanting some friction… What was wrong with you? He notices the motion, those seductive eyes sliding up to meet yours, and you wildly think about him touching you, touching you there .

But you’d just met right?

And would you know what to do?

Your experience was so pathetic, you really only knew how to please a man, because you had unfortunately pleased Mahito on many occasions, while you went completely untouched. Some power play, you had to earn his tiniest caresses with full blow jobs, hand jobs, tittyfucking… basically anything that got him off, just so he’d maybe graze your clit.

God you were embarrassing. This turned on from a gaze, but it was intense, and you could not stop it, stop staring at him, and for whatever reason, he stares at you too, just watching your expressions. He clears his throat, standing finally, holding his hand out to you. You take it gratefully, on wobbly legs, and you both put the comforter back on the bed.

“I’m sorry…”

“Would you not.” He gently takes your arms, standing so tall behind you, you feel the heat of his body, hear the husky tone in his voice. “Why apologize?”

“I just got horny from a look.” His hands tense. You curse. “I have no filter at this point, I-”

“Ah-ah.”

“Yeah… not sorry? I just feel stupid.”

“You’ve been through a lot, and it seems like this dude fucked your mind up, it’s natural you’d be…”

“Horny.”

He laughs a little, his hands ease off your arms, you immediately miss the contact. “Yeah, that, when you’re feeling more comfortable and not so… down about yourself, I guess.”

“You’re crazy understanding.” You turn, looking up at him, you have to tilt your head back, he’s just smiling, easy, like things did not faze him.

“I’m not mad at you for being clumsy and… horny.” Even his cheeks grow a little pink, and you giggle, behind your hand. He frowns, sliding your hand down. “Why do you cover your mouth, don’t tell me another insecurity.”

“He didn’t like my smile.”

Geto rolls his eyes, glaring up at the ceiling. “I have some big friends, my size, I think we could come visit this dude and beat him up.”

You giggle again, hand still in his grip. “It’s weird, I feel almost free? It’s like he did me a big favor leaving me. But listen, it’s not on you to fix my confidence, it will come back in time.”

“It absolutely will. But, you have a pretty smile, so you know.” You smile softer now, looking down at your hands. “I have a feeling I’ll just keep hearing worse shit that he’s done. And I’ll have to find this guy.”

“It is worse, but no, no need. Not worth the effort. Now look at me, standing next to the hottest man ever.” He shakes his head with a little laugh.

“I don’t know about that. Here, you have a petal here.” He takes one out of your hair gently. “It’s all messy too.”

“Oh shit! Mmm, let me get my things out…” You ease your hand out of his grip reluctantly, struggling to cool down your addled mind.

“Liked those panties by the way.” He whispers, as he walks back out into the living room. You flush, eyes following his tall, muscular frame as he dips between the doorway, starting to put your bags on the table.

You nervously walk back out, he smirks up at you. “I think I misheard something…”

“Nah, you didn’t.” He winks, mischievous, you laugh, a little breathless… had he been interested as well? No…

You join him, starting to grab your clothes and belongings, as did he. “There is a ton of room in that dresser, you can put the clothes in there. I think I also saw a rack to hang your suits?”

“Perfect, thank you love.” Fuck you like when he calls you that. A lot… you both begin to unpack your clothes now, folding this, hanging that. When you get to your lingerie and bikinis, you pause a bit, your hands are trembling. You had ideas for these things, but now…

Now fuck those ideas.

Because this was your new chapter, and you would never be that way again, never. You see Suguru watching as you pull out a little white lacy lingerie, while he is hanging up one of his suits. You feel yourself overheating as he observes you, a little half grin on his handsome features, charming you completely.

“What?” You ask, giggling a bit.

“You gonna wear that tonight?”

“Uh… no? Do you want me to?” You tease, and it feels so good, the banter, actually getting along and not feeling insecure.

He’s a whole blessing in a six foot three body.

“I sure wouldn’t complain, now.” You feel your body overheating, putting it in gently, taking out the other little lingeries Maki had gotten. “Or any of those. These are sexy outfits for a virgin.”

“I’ve done some things…” You trail off. He’s next to you then, placing some of his things on the dresser, peeking at your reflection in the mirror.

“Things, huh?” Your arms brush together, you shiver in delight at the brush of his dress shirt on your bare skin.

“I’ve done a lot of things to him… just not had things done?”

Geto frowns at that. You feel nervous.

“I’ll hate this dude more, maybe don’t even tell me?” You nod, but then he’s tapping his fingers on the dresser. “No, tell me.”

“Oh gosh. You’ll totally go beat him up when we’re back, huh?” He laughs, shrugging, starting to unbutton his shirt a bit then. Your eyes go to the bare skin like a hawk, tanned, stretched over his muscles.

“Do you live in Tokyo? I didn’t ask.” He’s shirtless, fuck…

His muscles are perfect, toned but not overdone, chest broad but not bulky. A tattoo of Kanji symbols runs down his ribs. You want to touch it, trace it with your fingertips. He catches you staring, smirking a bit, It lights up his face, makes his eyes sparkle. Every inch of him is chiseled, perfect. And he seems so comfortable with it, with his body.

You wonder if he knows how beautiful he is. You wonder if he knows what an effect he has on people. He seems too humble.

You are distracted at the thought of his tattoo, suddenly needing to know more, you trail your fingertips down it, feeling every line of his rib. He inhales sharply, then your eyes go wide, realizing what you were doing, your hand pauses, and your eyes meet his.

“Fuck… impulsive much? I’m sorry. Yes I do live in Tokyo, fuck that was delayed.” You pull back, and nervously look away, busying yourself by finishing unpacking. He is just watching you.

“I didn’t mind.” His voice is just a little husky. You marvel at the effects it has on your body. “Can you read Kanji? You’re not from here originally, right.”

“I can read a lot of Katakana and Hiragana, but no, Kanji is super complicated.”

“It is, though isn’t it?”

You nod, looking back at the tattoo along those ribs. “What does it mean? Besides screaming ‘touch me’ to horny women?”

He snorts at that, shaking his head at you. “It basically translates to ‘Never give up’. Not very original, I’m afraid, but I was thoroughly fucked up when I went. Satoru had me do it, and that little shit doesn’t even have a tattoo. I think he got something pierced and took it out later?”

You hear the affection as he speaks of his friend. “The one you run your business with, right?”

“Mmhmm. He’s a bad influence.” He rolls his eyes. You grin.

“I don’t know, I think it’s pretty hot so… I am with him on it.” Suguru comes a little closer, brushing your hair back, hair you hadn’t brushed yet.

“Hmm… that Jacuzzi is looking good.”

You peek over, sighing. “It does look good. Should we grab a drink and hop in, you think?”

“You need food though.”

“Do I? When you see my ass in the bikini, you’ll see it’s big enough.” He shakes his head again, peering down.

“I like a nice ass, now. So I disagree. Now you’re just talking it up, what if it doesn’t live up to the hype?”

“You’re teasing me. It may be working.” You pull out one of the bikinis Maki had packed, and bump into him when you turn to go to the bathroom to get changed, and his topless body is hot and hard. “I’m going to get dressed real quick! You wanna order something light from room service?”

“Sure thing.”

You nervously run to the bathroom, having snatched up your brush, running it through your messy hair. You have bags under your eyes, you sigh as you look at them, you also just look pale… maybe the beach would do you some good tomorrow? You certainly need the color. You pinch your cheeks a bit, sliding on your black bathing suit with little cheetah print all over it.

It is super flattering, hiding what you want it to, flaunting what you want, revealing and sexy but nothing ridiculously uncomfortable. Maki has great taste, you muse, peering at your breasts pushed up high in the cups of the top, turning and peeking at your backside. The back was high cut, accentuating the curves of you perfectly.

You admit you kind of look hot?

That’s a first.

You take a shaky little breath, opening the door, and seeing Suguru had gotten into trunks, black ones, and the outline of his…

Don’t look!

Shit.

You gulp, your eyes trailing down his body, and he sees you as well, his eyes working their way down your bathing suit, lingering on your breasts, then going further down, to your legs. It’s quiet, you walk up to him, bringing two white fluffy towels with you, his eyes are devouring you, and it’s as if he touched you everywhere they linger, giving you goosebumps.

“You look… gorgeous.” He murmured, you flush happily, brushing your hair behind your ear, then clutching your hands together.

“Thank you, Suguru.”

“No, thank you. Oh, spin though.” You roll your eyes, then spin around, pausing when your back is turned to him. He whistles, making you laugh softly. “Welp… you do have a really nice ass.”

“It’s kinda big though!”

“Yeah it is.” You grin when you turn back around, he averts his eyes back up to your own.

“You’re silly!” You poke at his chest a bit. His eyes are seductive as fuck right now, lazily studying you, it’s hard not to melt in front of him.

“Is this another insecurity? A nice ass? Now they’re getting ludicrous.” You sigh, looking away. “Jesus fuck, did this guy just tell you lies about your appearance constantly?”

“Is it a lie, it’s his personal taste...”

“I mean, of course people have personal preferences, but I have a feeling he just wanted you to hate everything about yourself.”

You exhale. “You’re right.”

“I have a nice ass too, you know.” He winks.

“Let me see!” He turns, and you pinch it, making him glare back at you. “It is nice huh? It’s almost as round as mine!”

“You’re a little brat!”

He turns, taking you by your arms, you laugh breathlessly, and you two are far too close, eyes locked on each other, the man you’d known one single day that you have had more fun with than you ever had. His hands run down your arms gently, and you step just a bit closer, tilting your head up, thinking how good it would feel to fall into him again.

The doorbell rings.

“Shit.” He mutters, and you two awkwardly separate. He comes to open the door, and there is an attendant with a fancy cart, wearing a fancy tux.

“Room service.”

“Thanks so much!” You say, and he rolls the cart in, full of bowls of fruit and yummy treats. “Ooh, thanks Geto this is perfect.”

You start nibbling on strawberries, ravenous since you all hadn’t eaten much on the plane. Some of the juice from the strawberry slides down your chin, and he catches it with his thumb, wiping it off, you all pause again, and the tension starts to make everywhere ache.

He clears his throat, nibbling on some of the watermelon, and now it’s your turn to wipe up his mess. He just watches you, and you all are eating fruit in silence, but it’s comfortable? Aside from the heat in your tummy, the little butterflies that grew violent with every brush against his fingers, his hands.

“Want me to put your hair up?” He asks after a few moments, and the thought makes you shiver in anticipation just a bit.

“Would you mind?” He shakes his head, wiping his hands with a napkin, then you hand him a scrunchie and turn. His talented hands are brushing your hair back into a ponytail, and as they do you nearly hum in happiness, sighing and leaning your head back a bit.

You’re almost sad when he’s done.

“There.” His touch down the back on your neck has you trembling in desire, feather light as it was, before he eases back. “I turned it on, it should be all heated up now for us.”

“Thank you, perfect!” You climb in gently, the hot water hitting and instantly soothing muscles you realize had been aching. You both sink into the jacuzzi, and it feels like you're in another world. The hot water, the dim lighting, the gentle ripples from the jets. It's perfect.

You moan a bit, and he is sitting down next to you, close enough that his leg brushes against yours, tickling you. You feel the heat from his skin burning hotter than the damn jacuzzi, the firmness of his thigh. You try to focus on something else, like the bubbles rising to the surface, or the way the water laps against the sides of the Jacuzzi, but it's hard when every sensation is heightened by him.

When you look over at Suguru, he's watching you. There's a mixture of nervousness and desire in his expression, and it makes your heart race in your chest, thudding in your ears as you grow a little lightheaded from the heat. You feel like you could drown in those eyes of his.

You want to kiss him so badly, but you're not sure if now is the right time, if you’re thinking clearly, if this was something you did because you were hurt.

Or was this something you just wanted ?

“So… Now, back to that conversation.” He eases his arms out, hanging them on the back of the tub, strong muscles flexing as he did so casually. Your eyes drink in the sight.

“Oh no… should we save it for another time? You’ve damn near heard all about me today.”

“I need to know what you meant. Is it as bad as I think it is?”

You’re bright red from the thoughts of it all, looking down at the water and swirling it gently through your fingers. “He didn’t hurt me physically or anything like that.”

He exhales. “Okay, good.”

“You were worried?” He gives a little nod as you look back at him. You scooch a little closer, and notice the hitch in his breath. “That’s really sweet.”

“Sweet, hmm? I don’t know if I like being called sweet right now.” He murmurs, arm around your shoulders now, brushing up and down one of your arms, leaving little droplets on you along with the goosebumps.

“You are, though. I pleased him, and he didn’t… ugh. It sounds kind of pathetic.” You feel tears prick your eyes as you think of it, you desperately sucking a cock hoping to get a kiss, a touch.

“You aren’t pathetic.”

“I was.”

“So like you… sucked him off? And he didn’t return?” You can tell he’s disgusted by this thought. You nod. “Like never?”

“I did it often. Hands, mouth… um… breasts.” He looks away for a moment, a little nervous as you speak. “I would have to do all that… to get the smallest touch. But he barely touched me. It was like a moment or two after and then he’d laugh… and call me pathetic. Which I was. He’s sounding worse and worse as I talk. But, it was me who went with it.”

“Okay, so he never… ate you out?” His voice is deep, and the words make your cunt throb. You sigh, shaking your head. “Fingered you?”

“Just touched it some. My clit. Nothing in me.” You’re bright fucking red, and your pulse thrums, you’re so embarrassed and… ashamed? It’s horrible. Suguru is just silent, not looking at you at all, staring at the water.

“It sounds like he played a game with you. Maybe some sadistic thing… I’m not sure, I’ve never heard of something like that.”

“It’s completely weird then?”

“Yeah. I have a lot of experience, and so do my friends… and we all enjoy pleasing women so…” He rubs the back of his neck, sighing. “But you please yourself, right?” You shake your head, now he’s glaring. “How?”

“Wasn’t allowed to?”

“Jesus.”

“I know. I know. I really was entrapped…”

“It sounds mentally abusive?”

“Yeah. We shouldn’t talk about that anymore though, like… I mean, it’s embarrassing and…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, please.” He pauses your words, a finger on your lip, your eyes meet again. “I’m just sad for you I guess.”

“Don’t be, I promise aside from him my life has been good. Lots of people have it worse than a manipulative boyfriend. Ex boyfriend. Ex fiance? Ex.”

“Ex.” He repeats softly. “Don’t miss him?”

“No. It was like a relief, he let me go. Now I feel I missed out on too much, turning down every opportunity, I don’t even know myself fully. But… I have lots of time to figure myself out. Physically too. I’ll watch hentai!”

He laughs now, shaking his head. “Hentai is a little unrealistic.”

“Oh shit… well… I’m sure google has how to masturbate?” He sighs, leaning his head back a bit, looking up at the ceiling.

“You are a mess, love.” You sigh too, nodding, hand tentatively resting on his thigh. “Did you never get horny and try?”

“No. I’m more horny now than I ever was. I-shit. Sorry.” You scooch away a bit, trying to get a breath, the steam and heat mixing with the heady desire that Suguru was bringing you.

“So you didn’t want him.”

“I did, I think? I just… I don’t know, I didn’t feel too much physically… like this. I was so in my head and feeling so sad, I think I shoved all of it down. But, never fear, I will not be masturbating while we’re in the room together.” He snorts in laughter.

“Oh yes, that would be so horrible to see! I’d be so afraid.” You pause, feeling odd emotions hit, and he’s instantly leaning close, cursing softly, tilting your chin up to look at him. “That was sarcasm, love.”

“I figured so.” You smile just a bit, as he wipes off two little tears. “I’m really fucking damaged, Suguru.”

“Yeah… you are.” He just cups your face, exhaling. “It’s why I’m stopping myself from saying what I want to.”

“No… don’t stop yourself. Please.” You gently hold onto his wrist as his hands go to let you go, keeping them there.

“I’m thinking you’re too upset to make a good decision.”

“Maybe I’m finally making good decisions.”

“Hmm…” He exhales, easing his hands down the sides of your neck, down your shoulders, looking down at you with those seductive eyes. “I’ll show you how to, how to please yourself, if you want.”

Your heart is pounding so hard you think it’ll just burst from your fucking chest, as he’s gently holding you, pulling you a little closer. You gulp, licking your lips, drawing his gaze to them, then you nod, perhaps too eagerly, and his hand goes down to take yours, so tiny against his. He kisses your fingers, one by one, and you feel desire start to pour from that.

“I would like it, a lot, if you don’t mind? Would it make it weird for you to stay though?” He shakes his head. “Then yes, please. Show me?”

He takes your fingers, slipping them down under the water, and down your tummy, making it tremble, before dipping under your waistband. You gasp, and he just watches you, lips slightly parted, pressing down further, until your fingers feel how wet you are, not wet from water, no, soaking, sticky wet in those bottoms, he tenses then, moaning softly.

“Fuck, you’re… really…” His finger feels it, as he presses your finger up, against your clit, your middle finger tip starting to move in little circles, he’s so close, lips just an inch away. “There, you rub it in little circles, or side to side. Wanna try?”

“ Yes, please .” Your voice is a tiny cry, breaking in the middle, as pleasure shoots up your body now, his hand urging yours on, to go faster. You start moaning, and his teeth are clenched, jaw tense, as he watches your face so carefully.

“Does it feel good?” He whispers, and you manage a breathy moan, and your fingers slip, and they’re replaced by his for a moment. You both freeze, desire so hot in you at his rough fingertip you start pulsing, head back, your hand falling from your panties, just grabbing his wrist.

He freezes.

“S-sorry…” You put your trembling hand back, but he shakes his head, now his finger is doing those motions, and your chest is heaving up and down, sensations shooting up through you hard and hot, pleasure like you couldn’t fathom, like a need growing and growing.

“You’re so fucking wet…” He whispers, against your lips, you just tremble as he plays you, faster now, flicking side to side on your puffy little clit, growing more sensitive with every brush on it. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, yes, so okay… feels so good. Mmnh… is it okay for you?” He laughs a bit, breathless, sliding up and down between your folds now, moaning again.

“Are you paying attention to what I’m doing? So you can?”

“Yes. Yes. Taking notes.”

He laughs at you again, and leans even closer, his free hand gently caressing your face, your hips start to buck up as his fingertip teases your entrance. “Little circles, then you can slide a finger in here.” He does so then, and curses, suddenly, easing out immediately. You cry out, and wetness is fucking pouring out now. “ Fuck .”

“Too wet? I’m-”

“If you apologize I’ll stop.” You bite your lip, and he goes back to flicking his fingers on you, over and over, making that pleasure rise again. “You’re stupidly fucking wet though, yes. But it’s good.”

“Then put it back in.” You whine, reaching back down, he rests his forehead against yours, and you peck his lips finally, lips that tempted you, your nipples are hard against your bikini as your hand urges him on down between your thighs.

“You’re so tight I- I can’t handle it. Okay? Not if I don’t want to go too far with you.” He admits, and you just shake your head, arching your hips up for more of his touches.

“Just for a second do it? Please, it feels so good.”

“Fuck me…” He slides a thick finger in you, and you moan loudly, starting to pulse around it, and he’s gripping you by your wet hair, kissing you deeply, ravenous, lips firm rather than gentle. You lose yourself in it, as he stretches you, finger so deep, it hits some spot that makes you see stars, it’s just little sparkles and Suguru, you cling to him now.

He pulls back, breathless, and now you’re turned to him, thighs wide, and he’s sliding it in and out, watching your every expression with those chocolate eyes, glazed over and hooded. You feel something building, higher and higher, and it all starts to get fuzzy, the pressure in your tummy making you feel like you’d burn, like you would explode.

“What… what’s… Suguru… so…” You can’t form words, as he kisses down your neck now, up to your ear, finger arching up and down and hitting something that made you unravel.

“You’re about to cum, I can feel her. Let go, let it happen.” You are shaking, and he’s moaning into your ear, you wonder how he sounds when he fucks…

Fuck…

You want him so bad you can’t think.

“Let go, trust me. Stop fighting it.” He whispers, back to kissing you, and you cling to him, to his strong body, as he brings you higher and higher, now the heel of his hand is on your clit, and you’re falling apart. “That’s it. Cum, love, cum for me. Please. Let me see you.”

“Fuck! Suguru…”

Your eyes meet his, his words, his touch, his scent… it is maddening how badly you crave him. You feel yourself floating then, pressure bursting through your tummy, your entire body, so fucking good you scream out. He is watching you, watching as he shoves in deep, grinding the heel of his hand on your clit, and you’re pulsing around his finger, walls tight, he moans with you.

“That’s it, love, that’s it.” He talks you through it, and your body is trembling with how hard you’ve cum, you’ve soaked his hand, you’re clinging to him, kissing him, he drinks in all your little sighs, lets you rake his skin with your little nails. He eases his finger away, grabbing your waist gently.

“That was… insane.” You manage, breasts heaving, nearly popping out of your bikini top. Desire in his eyes matches your own, he gulps, nodding to you, and you feel how tense he is under your hands. “Oh god I… that… fuck. Thank you.” You have tears on your face, you don’t know how. Your entire body is on another level.

“Of course. I’m glad I made you feel good.” He whispers, and you all are so close, you can feel his hardness against your thigh now, and your own hand finds him, hard, thick and long, over his trunks, he hisses, grabbing your wrist. “No.”

“Fuck… I just thought you wanted-”

“You just take pleasure for once, and don’t worry about that. Please. Promise I’ll be okay.” His words are spoken through gritted teeth, you look to him in wonder, everything overwhelming, he was so fucking kind… but so hot… he…

You want him.

You gulp, nodding, easing your hand away, it’s still tight in his grip. “It’s not that I don’t want you to. Just… I think you should learn to just be pleased.”

“Will we have other lessons?” You tease with a smile, he sighs, smirking at you, gently brushing your hair back.

“Maybe we will. But that’s enough for now, I think it took a lot out of you, didn’t it?” You nod, you’re already exhausted. “Why don’t we crash? I do have a ton to do tomorrow.”

“Oh of course!” You yawn then, stretching, feeling so good you couldn’t even describe it. That ache is still throbbing, wanting more of him, things you knew about but hadn’t experienced. “Thank you, Suguru.” You kiss his forehead, and he exhales, his eyes shutting for a moment.

“You’re welcome, Princess.” His words make your heart flutter.

“You can sleep in bed with me you know…”

“Nope.”

“No?”

He laughs, looking down at his lap, and you both blush. “That would be… hard for me, you could say.” You burst out laughing then, as he just shakes his head, covering his face with his hand. “This was not how I saw this evening going, but I am not fucking complaining.”

“Same here. I’ll help you get the bed set up!”

Later on, you help him out, bringing blankets and pillows that were folded and set out, and he lays down, stretching. You contemplate just snuggling up, eyes raking over his still shirtless body. You now wore a little black slip Maki had sent with you, and you could tell he enjoyed it by his lazy gaze. You sit next to him for a moment, hand brushing his long, loose hair back.

“Good night, Suguru Geto.” You say softly, he snatches your hand up, kissing it sweetly. You fucking fall more. He was perfect.

“Good night, Princess.” You lean over and flick off the light, leaned above him for a moment, feeling his breath on your breasts, before easing back.

“Princess huh?”

“Mhmm.” He’s already falling asleep, handsome face rested, softer despite the hard angles. You gaze at him for a moment, before turning away, walking with shaky legs to the bedroom.

You plop down on your tummy, grabbing the pillow and squealing into it, silently, kicking your feet. Fuck, you feel good.

Suguru Geto he’s…

He’s amazing.

Chapter 3

Ao3 Fic link to this chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577688/chapters/143924335#workskin

[moonstruckme]

hi, my lovely mae <3 can i please request thumbprint cookies with james potter x curly!reader? since james has wild ass hair, why not a lil hair day for both of them?

Of course you can gorgeous!

omg, James has the most lovely hair and it's a miracle because I think he has absolutely no clue what to do with it

Sirius probably tried to get him to figure it out a couple of times but he just never had the patience for it, he's a 3-in-1 shampoo guy and he just towels it dry and lets it happen (I shudder to think of it)

however, he wouldn't do it for Sirius but he would for you

especially if it's something you're doing together! like he doesn't mind sitting still (well his knee is bouncing, but it's fine) if you're talking about your hair and he gets to watch you brush it out and put in all your products while the bathroom is still steamy and smelling so nice from your conditioner

and he certainly doesn't mind sitting still while you run your fingers through his hair, talking about weight and porosity and lowkey he's just hearing "blah blah blah" with your lips moving all pretty (respectfully)

loves the sound of the mouse coming out of the can. wants to play with it but you won't let him

learns to really luxuriate in the hair routine you create for him but feels horrendously betrayed when you tell him he's going to eventually have to learn to do it himself

compromises by having you teach him how to do your routine so he can do it for you from time to time too (and is shocked when his big bulky arms still hurt after so much time held aloft doing your hair)