#Tan Removal Body Scrub

[justhumanin]

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[shaadiwish]

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[naturalskincareproduct]

Effective Tan Removal Body Scrubs

A sun-kissed glow can be desirable, but an unwanted tan can leave the skin looking uneven and dull. Tan removal body scrubs offer a natural and effective way to exfoliate dead skin cells and reveal a brighter, more radiant complexion. This article explores the benefits of these scrubs and provides guidance on selecting the right product for your skin type.

Understanding the Benefits of Tan Removal Body Scrubs

Exfoliation: Scrubs remove dead skin cells, revealing a smoother and more even skin tone.

Improved Skin Texture: Regular use can help to improve skin texture, reducing roughness and dryness.

Enhanced Product Absorption: Exfoliated skin is better able to absorb moisturizers and other skin care products.

Brighter Complexion: By removing the top layer of tanned skin, scrubs can help reveal a brighter and more radiant complexion.

Choosing the Right Tan Removal Body Scrub

When selecting a tan removal body scrub, consider the following factors:

Skin Type: Opt for a scrub that is suitable for your skin type. For example, those with sensitive skin may benefit from a gentler scrub, while those with oily skin may prefer a more abrasive option.

Ingredients: Look for scrubs that contain natural exfoliants like sugar, coffee grounds, or pumice. Avoid harsh chemicals that can irritate the skin.

Scent: Choose a scent that you enjoy, as this can enhance the overall experience.

Homemade Tan Removal Body Scrubs

If you prefer a natural and DIY approach, consider making your own tan removal body scrub. Here are a few recipes:

Coffee Scrub: Combine coffee grounds with coconut oil or olive oil for a gentle and effective exfoliant.

Sugar Scrub: Mix sugar with honey and lemon juice for a brightening and hydrating scrub.

Oatmeal Scrub: Combine oatmeal with milk or yogurt for a soothing and gentle exfoliant.

Tips for Effective Use

Exfoliate Gently: Avoid scrubbing too harshly, as this can irritate the skin.

Moisturize After: Apply a moisturizer to your skin after using a tan removal body scrub to help lock in moisture.

Consistency is Key: For optimal results, use a tan removal body scrub regularly.

By incorporating a tan removal body scrub into your skincare routine, you can effectively remove unwanted tan and achieve a healthier, more radiant complexion. Remember to choose a product that suits your skin type and to use it gently for best results

[gratusnaturals]

Get Glowing with Our Tan Removal Scrub for Body - Say Goodbye to Sun-Damaged Skin

Achieving smooth and glowing skin is everyone's desire, and it's crucial to take care of our skin to achieve that. One of the best ways to achieve smooth skin is by exfoliating regularly. However, exfoliating with harsh scrubs can damage the skin, which is why using a gentle scrub is crucial.

Tan Removal Scrub for Body is a gentle yet effective way to remove dead skin cells and tan from the body. It is enriched with natural ingredients like aloe vera, lemon, and turmeric, which are known for their skin brightening properties. Regular use of this scrub can help to reduce pigmentation, uneven skin tone, and leave the skin feeling soft and smooth. It is a must-have product for those who spend long hours in the sun or have sun-damaged skin.

[reveryfics]

Late Night

Pairings: Eddie Brock & Venom x Male reader

Summary: Having just gotten out of the shower, you're met with Eddie and Venom both of which have more exciting plans then your moping around.

A/n: redoing this aesthetic on this post and some others. As always thanks for the likes and enjoy!

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A young male steps out of his clothes, his bare feet sending chills across the cold floor. He grabs a towel from the rack hanging crookedly on the back of the door, its threadbare surface rough against his skin. He turns on the water, wincing as a rusty groan echoes through the pipes before a sputtering spray erupts from the showerhead.

He waits, counting silently under his breath as the water heats up. The minutes tick by, each one stretching into an eternity of anticipation. Finally, the scalding water begins to mingle with the cold, sending wisps of steam curling around the chipped porcelain walls.

He steps into the shower, letting out a sigh of relief as the hot water cascades over his tense muscles. He lathers up with cheap soap, the acrid scent filling the small space. He scrubs away the grime of the day, the memory of his dead-end job, and the gnawing hunger in his stomach momentarily forgotten under the soothing torrent.

As the hot water washes over him, the male allows himself to close his eyes. He pictures himself somewhere else, someplace far removed from this dingy apartment and life filled with supernatural beings. He imagines a pristine beach, the turquoise water lapping at his toes, the warm sun drying his skin. He breathes in the scent of salt and seaweed, the sound of crashing waves washing away the city's din.

But the dream is fleeting. The scalding water begins to cool, and the harsh reality of his situation seeps back in. He opens his eyes to the peeling paint and cracked tiles, the chipped shower head spewing its meager spray.

He finishes his shower quickly, the cold air sending goosebumps prickling across his skin. He steps out, wrapping himself in the scratchy towel. He looks at his reflection in the fogged-up mirror, seeing not the sun-kissed tan of his daydream, but a skinny kid with tired eyes and haunted shadows under his cheekbones. He sighs, a gust of steam swirling around him like a fleeting wisp of hope. He knows he needs more than a hot shower to escape his reality. But for now, it's enough. It's a small victory, a stolen moment of warmth in the cold grip of his circumstances.

There was a tense silence throughout the bathroom, broken only by the dripping water from the showerhead and throaty cough coming from behind the young male. The male's tired eyes peered at the man from the mirror, a low groan escaped past his slightly parted lips as he hung his head low. A pair of hands gripped his hips, the towel slowly slipping off his waist and onto the bathroom floor. The once scratchy feeling now replaced by the feeling of soft fabric against his bare skin.

Their eyes locked in the reflection of the mirror, both worn and tired from the day. The older male's hands slid up the others back, slowly massaging up and down his spine, shoulder blades, and neck. “You seem tense.” He whispered softly.

A soft chuckle sounded from the younger male, his body slightly relaxing against the other's soft touch. His muscles slowly unwound against every small and deliberate touch against his achy body. “Tell me about it.” He huffed, pressing his body against his partners.

There was a silence between the two for a moment, only for it to be broken by a quiet gasp as black tendrils wrapped around the young male's body.

The two guided him towards the bedroom, their hands cupping his face as Eddie gently pressed his lips against his partner's. Eddie's lips were soft, something he'd grown to love about the man. His own hand found its way around the back of Eddie's neck, pulling him in closer.

Eddie led him back and towards the bed, breaking the kiss when the two needed to breath before pressing back up against them quickly. The gentle kiss turned heated as Eddie sat against the bed, his partner straddling him. Eddie's hands now rested against his shoulders, while Venom still held into his waist.

The male pulled away, a small gasp falling from his lips as Venom's long tongue slowly trailed over his neck. The symbiote left out a low grumble, his tongue passing over each and every sweet spot he could find. His eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the feeling of Eddie and Venom kissing his exposed skin.

Eddie's hands gripped the soft skin of his partner's ass, earning a low groan from the male. He could feel Eddie's cock twitching in his pants, rubbing against his own exposed and growing erection.

The male pushed Eddie back against the bed, making quick work in removing his hoodie and shirt. Eddi hissed at the feeling of his partner's cold hands against his exposed chest and abdomen.

“Enjoying this aren't you?” He hummed, slowly grinding against Eddie's lap.

“You have no idea.” Eddie's voice mixed with Venom's, as the two groaned in response to the pressure.

His hands continued down Eddie's chest, stopping just above his sweatpants as he slowly came to stand in front of him. The brunette groaned as his undergarments were tossed aside, and the cold air of the apartment nipped at his erect cock.

He got on his knees, hands holding Eddie's hips down against the bed. His tongue ran underneath his cock, lapping up the beads of precum that leaked down his shaft. He continued, only stopping when Eddie's cock began to twitch and spasm against his lips and tongue.

Eddie pulled him up, his hands cupping his face as he leaned in to kiss him gently. He sighed against Eddie's lips, moving onto his lap like he had been before.

���Relax.” He hummed, pushing Eddie back against the bed.

The male slowly sunk down onto Eddie's cock, his head shooting back in pure pleasure. He let out a strangled moan as the brunette bottomed out, his cock twitching and pulsating inside his partner.

Eddie's hands found their way to his partner's hips, gripping them harshly. Venom's long tendrils wrapped around the male's cock, slowly jerking him in time with the steady pace of him bouncing against Eddie.

The two became a panting mess, strings of moans falling from their lips as their pace only quickened. Eddie pulling out only to slam back into his partner as Venom continued to jerk him off.

“Fu-fuck..” He moaned, his own cock twitching and leaking precum as Eddie slammed into his prostate.

A particularly hard thrust left him gasping for air as he choked on his own whines and moans, and caused him to clench around Eddie. As he continued for a second time, then a third, and finally a fourth, his partner came across his chest spasming in Venom's grasp. Eddie came not long after, burying himself deep inside as he rode out his orgasm.

Neither moved for a while, basking in the initial moments of their orgasm before Eddie slowly pulled out. He whined, collapsing in the bed beside Eddie and the symbiote, his chest heaving up and down as he caught his breath.

“You owe me a good bath.”

“Whatever you say.”

[the-raven-lady]

(Not) The Savior You Long For [Part 1]

[Masterlist] [My Ko-Fi]

Pairing: Night Lord (OC: Elias Rushorik) x serf!Reader [fem]

Song Inspiration: Fear Inoculum - TOOL [YouTube] [Spotify] “Enumerate all that I'm to do / Calculating steps away from you / My own mitosis / Growing through delusion from mania / Exhale, expel / Recast my tale / Weave my allegorical elegy.”

Warnings: Violence, explicit and detailed blood and gore, disgusting and disturbing imagery, terror and dread, fear of death, all of the warnings you should expect hearing the words ‘Night Lord’ bestie this is the “I love murder” legion.

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: The long awaited Night Lord claiming + womb tattoo series. This part is primarily exposition and setting the scene. Also new dividers? Raven Lady's getting fancy.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Tag List: @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @bispecsual

@lemon-russ @moodymisty @dedios-of-the-word @pickpocketing-your-gender

The slosh of brown water on the floor splashes away from your washcloth, and you overextend your shoulder trying to catch it before it runs too far. Hissing at the sudden spasm, you sit back on your heels, rolling it out to soothe the ache. You’ve been on your hands and knees for what feels like far too long now, and your joints are starting to protest. It seems the other serf helping you isn’t faring much better. A glance in her direction reveals her sitting like a child, knees bent and feet flat on the floor, using the full weight of her body to scrub between the seams of the floor panels. You shake your head and return to pushing around the rusty water, struggling to remove the grime from the floor. 

The act was pointless. Everyone knew that it wouldn’t be another week before the armory would be so rancid with dried bodily fluids that a cleanup crew would have to scrub it down again, but you knew better than to make a comment on it.

The racket of raucous laughter nearby shoots ice through your veins. You and the other serf instinctually freeze at the sound, and it doesn’t even cross your mind to check on her before abandoning your post, scrambling off of the wet floor in a flash to hide behind a large crate. The cold metal at your back would shield you from view, you know, but the hammering in your chest and shuddering of your breath would be beacons for a bored astartes. Silently, you will yourself to calm down at any cost, holding your breath for so long your lungs begin to burn from the effort.

Their heavy footfalls eventually fade into the distance, off to another area of the ship. Still, you remain in place for another few minutes until you’re as certain as you’ll ever be that they’re gone. You dare not risk yourself getting caught by a group of Night Lords, if experience has taught you anything.

You’ve become jaded to the rags of tanned hide displayed proudly on their armor and the grotesque corpse art that lines the walls of Nightfall. The smell doesn’t even get to you anymore, having been surrounded by abundant death and decay for so long. Everything reeks of it. Even if you did take the time to think on the dreadful feelings that stir when you see them, your body wouldn’t be able to afford losing any more meals with how sparingly you’ve been fed.

What has never left you are the screams. The gush of blood pouring from a weeping laceration. The crack of breaking bones. Desperate cries from the poor targets of the Night Lord’s insatiable appetite for ‘entertainment’, sobs and begs for their lives— No, no, no, please! I’ll do anything, please, just let me go–!— eventually turning into pleas to be put out of their misery, shown mercy, as their captors only laugh and croon. No mercy flowed through them; they were never quick with their kills. It was all a sadistic game to feed off of the tears and terror for as long as they could. The Night Lords wouldn’t stop their fun until their playthings had been bled dry– literally or figuratively.

You peek out from around the crate, surveying the dim armory. Empty. 

The serf you had been working with was missing as well, likely sequestered off somewhere for safety. The utter silence of the room causes your gut to tremble with anxiety. It was a dangerous game to be alone: lone serfs were prime prey, and you by no means wanted to make yourself an easy target. 

With no small amount of horror, you realize it’s outside of your power to do anything about it. Your lungs deflate, and you give yourself a false reassurance before returning to your station on the floor, taking up the soiled wash rag and wringing it out into the water bucket. Pieces of slimy rehydrated skin pass over your fingers. You return to your efforts with the intent to finish as quickly as possible. The desire to flee to your cot is all-encompassing, driving you to redouble your efforts and get the job done just passably enough that you won’t be killed for it. 

A thought stops you, though. Where had your companion gone? It’s not that you particularly cared for her safety (you didn’t know her and caring is a luxury you could not afford), but to be gone without a trace was peculiar. You don’t remember hearing her footsteps, but you had also been preoccupied with yourself at the time.

You look around the empty room for anything out of place. Nothing appears to have moved since you last checked. Her brush and bucket are still on the floor, right where she had left them. You had seen her put them down there, right?

…Hadn’t you?

You dismiss the thought. She was probably still hiding somewhere, and for that, you couldn’t fault her. There was no loyalty amongst serfs of the Eighth, just an understanding that it was safer together than apart. Wanting to determine how much longer you would be here, you observe the areas the other serf had already worked.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The surfaces of the floors, storage units, and walls were visibly much cleaner than the rest, but she had done a horrible job wiping things down as she went. The steady dripping of a poorly dried surface unpleasantly fills your ears, slowly becoming the only thing you can focus on. You frown. It was amazing how you could begin to miss the ever-present dull thrum of the ship’s electrical systems when it was covered by something even slightly more annoying. 

Drip. Drip. Drip.

You shake your head and get back to working around the floor grate at the center of the room. Its placement makes it convenient to push the disgusting wash water into. As expected, the seams around the drain are compacted with hair and dried flesh, and you have to soak the mass to begin to scrape it free. The spongy texture is a nightmare to work with, but it wouldn’t be such a chore if you had some help.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Annoyed, you decide you’ve had enough of it. Water sloshes in the bucket when you wrench your washcloth to go wipe down whatever it is she had left unfinished, rising up to your feet. With some luck, you’d figure out where she had run off to. It wouldn’t come as a surprise if she had abandoned you altogether, leaving you to finish the task and fend for yourself.

A cursory glance over the bench, lockers, and racks reveals nothing out of the ordinary. They were passably clean and– perplexingly– completely dry. You ran a hand along them to be certain and, surely enough, it came away much the same. Odd. You were certain that you would find something. Continuing your search leaves more questions than answers.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Checking around a wall of storage cabinets, you carefully inspect each of the gaps for signs of water or some other liquid that could be leaking. You find nothing. 

At the end of the lockers, a shadow dances in the dim candlelight. Fear grips you for just a moment as you focus in on it, but it is much too small to be an astartes. At the realization, the chill in your blood is replaced with a simmer of frustration, and you stomp down the hall towards the figure.

Your eyes lock with the other serf’s. “Are you just hiding to–?”

You stop. It appears she had been too preoccupied with hanging from a bracket on the wall to come to your aid. The side of her neck is torn open with loose strips of muscle and connective tissue fanning over her shoulder. A glistening metal finial of Nostraman design pokes ornately through her spine and sternum, partially coagulated blood pooling at the tip.

Drip. 

Drip. 

Drip.

“About time,” a voice spits.

You’re suddenly dragged by the back of your robes, hoisted up into the air by an unseen force. The scream that leaves you tears at your vocal cords, but it’s choked off by the fabric of your neckline biting into your throat. Thrashing your head from side to side, you catch sight of a colorless face cackling, bloodied lips curled into a grin. You desperately kick your legs in an attempt to free yourself.

“Feisty little pet, aren’t we?” he asks. The Night Lord turns you around easily as you struggle, splitting red as he talks. “Good. Your friend was far more boring.”

You rake at the fabric around your neck, trying to alleviate the pressure preventing oxygen from getting to your head. The action only makes him laugh harder. “Oh, how precious. Poor little serf can’t breathe?” He tilts his head as he taunts you, and a cruel glint crosses his eye.

“How about I help with that?”

A half turn and your back slams against the wall, knocking the wind out of your lungs. Your gasp of pain ignites a malicious glee within your captor, a row of bloodied yellow teeth peeking from behind his lips. At least like this, pinned to the wall, you have the ability to catch your breath, ragged and shallow. Each rough huff eases the ache in your diaphragm.

A hand roughly snaps your head forward, forcing you to focus on the face at your front. He suffocates you with his presence, leaning in far too close. “You know,” he starts, “I had been just about ready to walk in there and drag you out myself.” Despite the melodic quality of his voice, you only feel discomfort at the astartes’s words as he uningenuously laments. “I could only stare at my masterpiece for so long.” 

Briefly, your eyes linger on the silhouetted corpse of the other chapter serf. You hadn’t even heard her scream. Hadn’t heard the attack. Hadn’t heard the bones crack when she was unceremoniously mounted on the wall. You had managed to miss every detail.

…Or your captor had been skilled enough to mask them. You shiver.

He follows your gaze, scoffing when it lands on the body. “Your buddy is as pretty as she is stupid, trying to run all the way back to the hole you serfs call home.” The image of the other serf running down the hallway and getting caught as you did passes through your mind, and you grimace at the thought of whatever game she may have suffered through to end up where she is. The sing-song cadence of his voice draws your attention back to the Night Lord in front of you, “You humans fall so easily to your emotions. Not the brightest of you lot I’ve had, but certainly the best bait.”

Bait. The word is sour in the air.  

“So unwilling to have fun–” 

She had just been bait. 

“–but you’re eager to play, aren’t you?”

You were the game.

Your blood runs cold, eyes widening as you process everything you had missed or ignored up until now. Black blurs the edges of your vision. “Oh, don’t be like that,” the Night Lord shakes his head, but you know better than to believe it. This is exactly what he wanted. “We can be great friends—” 

Self-preservation takes a hold of you. Your adrenalized brain screams to overcome, persist. In an act of desperation, your hands shoot out before you, and you manage to jab your fingers into his dark eyes and claw. The astartes snarls, ducking away and dragging you with him off of the wall as he stumbles back. With a shake of his head, he regains his senses. He growls.

“You stupid bitch!”

The Night Lord tosses you like a ragdoll, uncaring of how your head impacts the nearby bench before hitting the floor. The world spins around you. “I’ll gut you like a pig for that, you impudent rat!” he roars, ceramite boots stomping closer. His eyes are wild, red around his enlarged pupils from where you’ve managed to burst blood vessels. Uncoordinated, you scramble backwards on the floor, staring up at the approaching astartes in terror. 

This is it. This is where you die: surrounded by filth, hyperventilating on the floor as a pissed off Night Lord tortures you within an inch of your life until you perish from the stress. All for one measly act of courage. Your back hits a wall as he rounds the bench, and you find yourself unable to watch any longer as fate unfolds before you. You curl up in a ball, turning away and protecting your head with your arms, then wait for the inevitable killing strike.

And wait.

…And wait.

But the blow never comes– no white-hot stab of pain, no sting of a kick to the ribs, no blunt ache of broken bones– just a sickeningly sodden crunch of flesh and bone. A wet spray paints your back. Your tattered robes easily soak up the warm liquid, causing you to flinch from the sudden moisture. Even through the rush of confusion and fear, it doesn’t take you long to realize what it is. The scent is unmistakable.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you struggle to catch up with your surroundings. By all means, you should be dead: the newest addition to a Night Lord’s skin cloak, or at the very least in excruciating pain. But you aren’t. 

Tentatively, trembling, you withdraw your head from the cage of your arms, turning just enough to peer behind you. You gasp at the grisly sight. 

Crimson rivulets of blood drip down over massive navy blue gauntlets. A single enucleated eye dangles from the gore between its digits. The terminator, more mountain than man, holds the unmoving body of your persecutor up by what remains of his cranium and neck. It is little more than ribbons of meat now.

Bile rises in your throat. You struggle to force it back down. 

Bolted armor caked in blood– both dried and fresh, sunken deep into the recesses of the ceramite plating– gives off an aura of wrought iron and decay. The metallic tang permeates the air around him, hanging heavy in the poorly ventilated armory. His scarred skin looks sickly pale. Greasy. Dehydrated. Aside from deep black eyes that watch you as a predator observes prey, the most prominent feature on his face is a wicked scar: a tear in his upper lip that exposes maxilla and sharp teeth alike. The shock of black hair on his head still has the impression of his helmet on it.

Without so much as a sound, he had come up from behind and grabbed the smaller Night Lord by the face, yanking them back into the crux of his chestplate and pauldron with enough force to shatter the hardened skull of an astartes. 

The massive marine throws the limp corpse of his former brother aside. The impact of metal on metal causes your ears to ring as a thousand pounds of lifeless ceramite strikes the wall, immediately followed by a disgusting wet slop of pulverized brain matter spilling onto the floor. If you had been on the Nightfall for any less time, you would have screamed. The shock almost prevents you from registering that you’re being spoken to.

“Get up.”

The terminator’s voice is that of rolling thunder and coarse gravel, resonating deep within your chest and leaving your heart fluttering with trepidation. His words had been spoken no louder than conversational, and yet they had you shooting up to your feet as if they had been shouted. Your wobbly legs nearly give out beneath you from how quickly you rise from the floor, croaking a shaky, “Yes, my lord.”

He removes his helmet from where it is magnetized to his belt with a click, placing it down on the bench you had been cowering behind. The tusks on it are as long as your forearm and nearly as thick. A faint decal of a skull is painted around the red lenses, chipped and fading but almost cartoonishly cute in contrast to the rags of flesh and weathered bones decorating the rest of his armor. 

The new Night Lord doesn’t seem to find it nearly as amusing as you do. He pushes the helmet in your direction, and you clamber to catch it before it hits the ground, not wanting to incur his wrath by dropping it so soon after he had just saved your life. The metal is heavy in your arms, tusks dangerously close to puncturing your throat.

“Clean it,” he barks. 

You grab your wash rag from the floor and shake it out. You do not have to be told twice.

[Part 2]

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

The porch light has come on, pooling on the cement along with the light shining through the sliding glass door. The chairs have inched closer and closer to the house in the absence of the sun, and the pool has long-since emptied of people.

Billy leans back on one of his hands, sitting sideways in a lounge chair with his legs spread out, the warm bottom of a bottle of beer resting against his bare thigh.

There’s still heat in his skin from earlier that afternoon. Sweat-slick and sticky from sunscreen that will take two shower’s-worth of scrubbing to fully remove. No tan lines whatsoever. Gentle bite marks and bruises left in tender areas that will surely ache to touch tomorrow.

For now, he’s looking forward to stepping under a stream of water in the master bathroom upstairs.

The water always stays hot longer at the Harrington castle.

He decided a few hours ago that once he’s finished his last beer, he’ll leave.

He’ll leave and he won’t come back.

Naturally, he’s been sipping at it for what feels like hours now. Swirling the bottle to check how much time he has left, letting dread pool hot and heavy in the pit of his belly at the thought of putting the neck to his lips for the last time.

The conversation goes on around him as usual.

Eddie talks about his latest gig. Jonathan and Tommy both bring up their girlfriends respectively. Jason laments about classes, Argyle suggests that he take a semester or two off, and Steve offers to get another round of drinks.

He pats a hand against Billy’s knee when he doesn’t respond, and the blond takes a moment to actually look up at where he stands over the lounger.

Everyone is looking at him. Which means that Steve must have tried a few times to get his attention.

Eddie lolls his head against Billy’s naked thigh from where he’s sat on the floor, fixing him with big, brown, bloodshot eyes.

“Y’okay, big red?” he hums. His hair is cold and damp where it splays over Billy’s steaming skin. He eyes a mark left near Billy’s hip, red and deeply indented by a set of teeth, and smiles. “Lost your buzz?”

Billy shakes his head. Swirls the bottle in his hand and chews his lip.

He’s getting choked up. He can feel the lump building in his throat, matching the subtle sting in his eyes and the thrumming in his head.

This is exactly why he needs to leave.

“I don’t—“ he says, and his voice comes out with a shake. It has any remaining smiles vanishing from the sea of people around him. He clears his throat before he speaks again. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

For a while now, these little hangouts were just what he needed. To come and be held by doting hands, kissed by loving mouths, and cherished like he’s something special. Brought up to the edge over and over until his eyes run out of tears, and afterwards feel the warm press of other aching bodies against his own to help ground him. Bring him back.

He must not be alone in feeling this way, because when he lifts his gaze from the wet floor, he’s met with various looks of confusion and sadness.

More sadness than he was expecting.

Steve crouches beside the lounger and sets a careful hand on his bicep, thumb smoothing comfortingly back and forth.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” he coos. “Did something happen? Are you alright?”

A shaky breath escapes Billy, and suddenly all of the guys go rigid. Eddie shoots upright, sitting straight and looking up with his brows furrowed, and splays a hand over Billy’s inner thigh just above his knee.

“Don’t cry, sweetness, just breathe.”

Billy looks away and closes his eyes when the tears finally spill over.

“Was I too rough?” Jason asks.

“Did something make you uncomfortable?” Tommy adds.

Quickly, they’re speaking over each other, not one question intelligible from the next, and Steve shushes them sternly.

When he turns his attention back to Billy, his expression is soft and understanding.

“Talk to us, baby,” he pleads. “Take a second to breathe, alright? There’s no rush.”

The palms resting against his skin are comforting. He breathes softly, shakily, and sheds a few more tears before he relaxes enough to exhale a tension-filled sigh.

If his skin was hot before, it’s blistering now. He wipes his eyes with the heel of his palm and sniffles.

“I’m okay,” he says, and there’s a slight air of relief around him afterward. “I just… I can’t keep doing this, y’know? I keep saying it’ll be the last time, and then I keep fucking coming back.”

Billy stares down at the last sip of his beer. Thinks about slender hands combing over his torso, grabbing his hips. Tangling in his hair and pulling.

He thinks of kisses pressed to his neck and fingers tucking under the band of his swim shorts, slipping them off to be lost near the tree line. He thinks of the heated pool water and how cool it felt against his skin. How cool it felt in contrast to the hot mouths finding purchase anywhere they could.

“How come?” Eddie asks.

He looks almost hurt, and when Billy glances around, he has to look away again because the expression is on every damn face he sees.

So, he takes a deep breath, and tightens his fist around the neck of the bottle.

“It’s nothing anyone’s done,” he prefaces. “I’m just starting to want… more? Getting passed around like a bong at a smoke sesh used to do it for me, but it’s not anymore, and it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid—“

“I don’t feel like this,” Billy rasps. He swallows thickly as his eyes well up again. “I don’t like feeling like this. Needy and pathetic and like I can’t just have sex.”

He’s not looking, but he can feel the boys move closer. He can hear the movement, just barely audible over the pounding in his ears.

“You aren’t pathetic, Bill,” Steve reassures.

“It’s perfectly normal to want more than just sex,” Jonathan adds, much, much closer now. “You’re normal for wanting that.”

Billy shakes his head and exhales a shaky breath. Another hand smooths over his forearm, squeezing reassuringly. It helps even out his breath again.

“I’m not normal for wanting what I want.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

After a beat, Billy cracks his eyes open. Huffs a laugh to himself at how crowded the space beside the lounger has become, and fixes the brunet with a look.

Steve, sharp as he is, immediately raises his brows in understanding.

“Oh, Billy,” he croons. “I’m sure we could—“

“Sure we could what? Half of you fucks have girlfriends, and it would never work out anyway. Seven is a crowd.” The realization seeps through each thick skull in a matter of seconds, it seems. Billy fights the urge to scoff. “See? It’s stupid.”

Out of all of them, Tommy is the only one to laugh. He snickers and leans his elbow onto Jason’s shoulder, which earns a confused and hurt look from Billy.

“Of course you’d want more boyfriends than you can count on one hand,” he sighs fondly. “Mister blue-eyed princess needs extra love and attention? Who could’ve guessed?”

What he says earns a few chuckles. Even Steve spreads a smile and squeezes Billy’s arm where his hand still rests.

“You do need a lot of constant spoiling,” Steve adds amusedly.

“So high maintenance that you’re crying and freaking us all out ‘cause you like us,” Jason chuckles.

The laughter proceeds and Billy pouts. Eddie picks himself up and sits beside him on the lounger, tucking a curl behind his ear and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I think it’s safe to say you have these boys wrapped around your little finger,” he hums. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I heard Hagan alone drop about a hundred L-words today. He doesn’t even say that shit to Carol.”

“I do too,” Tommy huffs.

“Yeah? When?”

“On… Valentine’s Day? Y’know, special occasions.”

He flushes red and looks away when Billy smiles at him, crossing his arms. Jason pats a hand on his back.

“Well, now I actually feel kinda stupid,” Billy huffs.

“So you’re a little blond and a little boy-crazy? We already knew that,” Argyle says.

There’s another wave of chuckles, and now Billy’s really smiling.

When he looks around, he doesn’t feel like everything is so out of reach anymore. Literally.

He exhales a relieved sigh, shifting in his seat and grimacing at the grimy feeling of his skin now that he’s had more time to dry off.

“Gonna run me a shower, Harrington?” he lilts.

Steve chuckles and stands up, holding his hand out.

“Promise there won’t be any more crying?”

The blond takes his hand and stands up as well, snorting when Steve sets his free hand on his waist and pulls them hip-to-hip.

“I promise.”

“Good.”

They share a kiss, parting not a moment later when Eddie pushes himself up and runs to the back door.

“I call first round of shower sex!” he yells.

Billy simply quirks an eyebrow, then tilts his head to the side in consideration. The other guys are all quickly scrambling inside. Jason’s hands fit around Eddie’s waist when they’re about halfway through the living room, and the brunet struggles momentarily until his back is pulled flush with Jason’s chest.

“We all know you don’t shower otherwise, Munson,” Jason teases.

He licks a stripe up the curve of Eddie’s neck, and it takes less than a second for them to topple over onto the couch, hands roaming all over each other as Eddie fails to sass back.

Argyle and Jonathan make off towards the guest bathroom, stripping down in the hall along their way, and Tommy is left standing in the doorway, leaning his arm against the frame.

“I’ll go get it warmed up,” he says with a wink.

Then it’s just Billy and Steve outside.

It’s quiet now, save for the chirping of crickets. They’re still pressed together. Steve rubs his thumbs against Billy’s hips mindlessly. Leans forward and just barely brushes his lips against his ear.

“We’ll figure it out,” he coos. “But for now, let’s go get clean, yeah?”

Billy glances down at his free hand briefly. Swirls the contents of the bottle before setting it on the side table beside him and breathing in deep. Like the oppressive weight is gone from his body.

He feels like he’s damn near floating when he meets Steve’s gaze again. They both spread goofy grins not a moment later.

“Yeah, Stevie. Let’s go.”

[dragyouthroughthewhump]

Augusnippets Day 2 : Platonic bathing

CW : platonic undressing, platonic nudity(nothing graphic), ummm recovering whumpee. Hmmm, I couldn't think of anything else lol

Caretaker was out of options. Promising Whumpee their favorite food, a trip to the park, they even suggested rescuing a puppy or kitten to keep whumpee company. All denied.

Caretaker sighed softly and hung their head. "Whumpee...you need a bath. I know the water is scary, but I'm right here. It won't hurt you while I'm here."

Whumpee eyed the tub, squeezing the plush pillow closer to their chest. Their voice faint and rough, "c-c-can-nt...m-m-mo-ove..."

Caretaker padded over, socks muffling any loud steps that might send Whumpee running to hide again. "How about we do this together, hm? I'll be right next to you."

Whumpee looked at Caretaker, eyes searching their face for intention. After a few moments they nodded, fingers tightening on the plush. "O-okay....c-c-can try....tog-gether..."

Caretaker smiled and gently guided Whumpee further into the room. As Caretaker pulled off their own shirt Whumpee set the plush carefully near the tub, within easy grasping distance. Whumpee hesitated, just watching as Caretaker undressed. Caretaker knew they must be waiting for this to turn wrong. They looked over at Whumpee, "Would you like some help? The washing machine will take care of your clothes, they'll weigh you down in the tub."

Whumpee lowered their head and nodded; hands trembling as they gripped the hem of the shirt. With Caretaker's help, they got undressed, tossing aside the garments in a heap.

Whumpee was trembling all over. Caretaker took one of their hands and placed their free hand on Whumpee's back, taking each step in tandem closer to the tub. Caretaker put one foot in and waited for Whumpee to do the same. "I'm right here...we'll do this together."

After a few shakey deep breaths Whumpee lifted and hesitantly put one foot in. Their trembling turned to shaking, but Caretaker kept their hands soft, not pushing or pulling, waiting for Whumpee to make the next move. Soon they each hand both feet in the warm water and side-by-side crouched and sat down.

Caretaker smiled and gently squeezed Whumpees hand. "You're doing amazing. Remember, I'm right here. You can tell me to stop at any time." Onehanded, Caretaker got a small cup and gently poured water down Whumpees arms and back.

As they lifted the cup towards Whumpee's head a frightened, "Sto-o-op..!" Came out of Whumpee. Caretaker froze and lowered the cup, fingers rubbing the back of Whumpees hand. "Alright...we can soap up other areas first...but we will have to at least rinse your hair before we finish. Okay?"

Whumpee nodded, a small whimper leaving their lips. Caretaker waited patiently for them to calm before taking the soapy sponge and washing their body. The water around them swirled and slowly changed from clear to tan to almost a brown by the time Caretaker finished.

Caretaker drained and refilled the water, giving Whumpee more time to prepare for their hair. They even wet a soft cloth and wiped their face. "Ready for your hair? It'll be just the same, water, soap, water again..."

Whumpee shivered and their hand grasped the plush they had left near the tub. They took several deep breaths then nodded, "r-r-ready..." Caretaker smiled and tilted Whumpee's head back, carefully rinsing the tangled strands and ensuring no water fell down their face.

They kept an eye on Whumpee's expression as they worked. Hands gently massaging their scalp and loosening the debris as they worked. Caretaker dripped shampoo onto their head, "Nearly there...still okay? Still with me?" Whumpee's eyes rolled upwards to see Caretaker and gave a stiff nod, "St-til...h-h-here..."

Caretaker smiled and went back to rubbing Whumpee's scalp and scrubbing their hair. Quickly, Whumpee's natural color overtook the dingy grey that had infiltrated. With a few rinses, nearly all the dirt had been removed and Caretaker helped Whumpee sit up.

Just as they had in the beginning, Caretaker moved alongside Whumpee as they got up and out of the tub. Caretaker grabbed a towel and placed it around Whumpees shoulders. "You did wonderfully. I am very proud of you."

Whumpee pulled the plush to their chest and wrapped themselves in the towel. Caretaker mentally took note the pillow would need a washing soon also.

"Do-oes....this mea-an....we c-c-can g-g-get...a pu-uppy...?"

[justhumanin]

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[russetruse]

I know I don’t post writings here often, but I wanted to write something for @lizadale’s Dimigi!au. I don’t know Libby if you dream about the Dimigi!au but sometimes I do. I blame you sis. But also I added a lot more since you read the smaller version, enjoy almost 3k words on only part one of many.

Sorry it is written in 2nd person, but I blame Libby for getting me to only function in this style of writing but I can’t seem to write in any other prospective anymore lol.

I color coded characters, but what sucks is that this one doesn’t have black so I can’t use one of my original colors for characters speak. So the color I planned for one character had to move to the heart and the hearts color was originally black >:[ But I hope you enjoy.

Calamitous Revelry

Part I

Luigi Prov

CW/TW: Trauma, abuse, triggers on abuse, mentions on drowning/strangulation

You run your fingers through his greasy, tangled hair. Every time he goes on a mission, it seems he neglects basic bodily functions. The longer he’s off on one of his Merloo missions, the more worried you become. It brings you back to the days of the Castle, how he only seemed to eat when the other members were shoving food in his face at the required meetings. Even back then, his mask didn’t hide much from you. He had long given up before joining that group. It just frustrated you so much, he puts his own well being always being last on his list.

”Can you be more gentle?” He spoke very softly, but the voice cuts through the silence. His fragile, small body, leaning against the frame of the claw foot bathtub. It knots your stomach seeing him like this. Why did he always do this? Why was being away from you for any extended amount of time so collapsing to his mental state? Were you the only thing keeping him from self-destructing?

”Sorry. You really knotted your hair this time. I am trying my best to be gentle.” You reply softly, not wanting to cause him to jump and flee. This was close to being just as bad as when you found him almost dead in the deteriorating remains of Castle Bleck. Dimentio being caked in blood and dirt. You were hardly able to handle how much came off of him then, but even this was trying to match up to that day. Right now, the bath water was darker than your tan skin. You click your tongue, a Dio habit that you had seemed to pick up sometime throughout the course of living with him. Very glad that you had rolled up your sleeves above your elbows before even starting to wash him. And the water being this dirty before you even started to actually scrub his body! You click your tongue again in annoyance and frustration.

You knew Dimentio wanted to teleport away. Especially after he walked into the house. Well walked was even an understatement. He half floated, half dragged his feet across the threshold when he opened the door to your entrance. You swore he was going to collapse there in the entrance if you hadn’t been there to grab him and hold him with your own weight.

What shocked you more was the jester actually complained as you fondled him in worry, going down your own checklist in your head as you did so. First, checking him for injuries since he did have some blood caked on his clothes, and you weren’t sure if that blood was his or another’s. Which raised even more questions that you knew he wouldn’t divulge answers to you. So giving up on even prying into the matter, you scoop him up bridal style, and rush him up the stairs. Your lips placing kisses on his scars around his left eye, making sure to not miss a spot and to distract him from what you had planned ahead.

He started struggling in your grasp as you started running warm water in the tub of the finished guest room and declothed him. The caked on clothes were a pain to get off of his dirtied skin. Through the frustration of removing the clothes piece by piece, you confirmed at least most of the blood on his clothes were not his. Which did not lighten the feeling of comfort you wanted from his return, it concerned you more. Whose blood was this and did they deserve such injuries from him? But you shake your head, another series of questions you would not get answers to. You needed to get him clean before you would even get any chance to put food in his system. Let alone would your mind allow you to put him on the back burner and cook food when you knew he needed to be cleaned up right away.

The jester complained as you worked on completely bringing him down to his birthday suit, still double checking for any injuries that may need stitches or extra care. He complained to you until you submerged him into the warm bath water, that’s when his demeanor changed. He then held onto you as if his life depended on it. As if the water in the tub would drag him below the water's surface and take his last breath. You also knew if you looked away, he would quickly teleport away. And your goal to get him cleaned up would long be abandoned.

It takes you way too long to comb out the knots and grime out of his hair, but this makes you feel a bit better. Well, until you wrap your arm around him; your forearm resting across his chest and placing your hand under his armpit. It always takes you by surprise at how tiny he is, not just in height, but in size. Your body is giant compared to him. And you were use to being called “too skinny”, but even you didn’t complain to the man you held in your arms.

You lean forward, and with your free hand, you begin to drain the dirty water in the tub. You really needed to replace it with fresh, warm water. His body tenses at the water starting to run again to refill the tub. The jesters heart was beginning to race in a panic from this. You press him tighter to you, slowly soaking your own shirt. What good did you get from rolling up your sleeves to only press a wet twink to your chest. But still, you do not let him pull away, hoping that he can feel your heartbeat through the wool top. Yet you also hope that he doesn’t feel the Chaos Heart beating as well in your chest.

”I am NOT letting you go.” You whisper softly into his right ear, your mustache tickling it. Dimentio squirms in your grasp, fighting his own instincts to flee. Every nerve he had, you knew told him to get away quickly. You bring your lips to his ear, pecking it with a soft kiss. His body squirms more at his own signals being challenged. A challenge to fight staying and be adored by you or flee due to the rising water in this situation.

”I won’t let you drown.” You speak sternly to him, not sure if it was in assurance for you or him. You start to nibble on his ear, your free hand grabbing the washcloth and rinsing it under the spout.

You can feel his fingernails dig into your arm as the water rises above his hips. You wince at this, but start to scrub the dirt and grime off of his legs and feet. You take extra time on his swollen ankles in another attempt to calm him. Letting your hand through the wash cloth slowly message his swollen ankles to make sure he didn’t do more damage to them then what appeared on the surface. You find yourself at a loss when you run the washcloth over his ribs. Your stomach turns seeing the jester's ribs through his skin so easily that you could count every one of them. It upsets you so much that he is neglecting himself when he is away from you.

”Luigi.”

You grumble, tightening your grip, mumbling under your own breath. Why was he like this? Why was he so willing to throw his life away? So many cared for him. He had more worth than he thought or believe he had.

”Luigi!”

You can feel your own anger bubbling and building in your body.

No one.

No one.

Not even yourself. Not even in the dreamscape. Not even against the chaos heart, or even in your own dreams, were you willing to throw your life away so easily. A growl builds in your throat and comes out through your own words. “Why are you like this?”

“Lui!”

Thu-Thump…

You freeze up, your body stiffens at your own thoughts. Only Dimentio was ever able to rile up so much negative emotions in you. King boo wasn’t even able to do this to you.

“Lui-“

Thu-Thump.

You feel his fingernails claw at both of your arms now. Digging deep enough to draw blood.

Thu-THUMP.

The nails dig deeper and deeper into your arms, clawing down from your elbows to your hands. With what little nails the jester had left, were tearing at your arms. You knew he feared water, but this was ridiculous at how much he was trying to get out of being cleaned by you. You tighten your grip to this, growling loudly in frustration and anger at Dimentio.

THU-THUMP!

Water splashes onto your pants, snapping you out of your own thoughts. The buzzing sound in your ears is replaced with the sound of splashing. Your eyes widen in shock as you quickly pull your hands away from his neck. Your arms and hands dripping from blood from the number he did on you.

You watch him in worry and shock as the ancient quickly yanks himself from under the water's surface. Dimentio’s body was shaking uncontrollably from fear, coughing and gasping from the need of oxygen that deprived him. You were unsure of how long you had held him under, but the water he was coughing up said enough. His lungs were trying their hardest to clear the water that you had forced into them. The ancients eyes never leave your bloody, shaking hands.

No…

No.

No! You would never do that to him.

Never!

THU-THUMP!

You can hear the heart beating loudly in your ears and chest.

”I’m sorry Dio. I-It wasn’t me,” you stutter though a shaky voice, “I promise. It was th-“

You reach your shaking hands towards him in assurance. But the second you do, the familiar sounds of the jester teleporting away before you can even finish your explanation. Your eyes now staring at a bodiless bathtub full of fresh water, with swirls of red in it.

”C-Chaos H-Heart….” You finish, your voice trailing off to a soft whisper.

THU-Thump…

You let your arms drop to your sides in disbelief. The heart had found another opening, this time by your emotions. It had taken advantage of your emotional loophole, and went after what was the biggest threat to it. The one you loved…

It wasn’t you. You would never do that to him.

Never…

Never!

The image of Dio’s scared. No, scared was an understatement. He was terrified. And when you closed your eyes, that expression from Dimentio showed on the back of your eyelids. The bathtub overflowing, starting to soak your jeans and socks.

You needed to fix this. But could you even fix it? You stand, ignoring the tub overflowing and slowly flooding the bathroom. Your soaked socks splash in the water as you walk over to the sink, ignoring your own discomfort. You pick up the phone with shaky hands. You were having such trouble dialing the number correctly on the keypad, that you changed to your call list and clicked the forth or fifth recent call down.

You lift the cell to your ear and after a few rings you hear an ecstatic voice that didn’t match the feelings you were having right now.

”Gigi! It’s been a while. What-“

”Mimi. I fucked up badly. I need Nassy’s help, now. It’s too much to explain. Please…Please tell her it’s urgent.”

”That bad? I’ll get a hold of her ASAP. Keep your door unlocked Gigi. You better be ready to explain then.” You hear the phone click to Mimi hanging up and you drag yourself out of the bathroom. Your wet socks slush against the carpet of your guest room, and you force yourself down the steps. The house sounds oddly silent, except for the sound of what you believe is still the bathtub running. You must have forgotten to turn off the water, but you don’t seem to have the energy to bring yourself back up the stairs.

You bring yourself to the couch and work on removing your drenched socks. Your hands are shaking so badly that the simple task is more of a challenge than it should be. You discard your socks on the floor near you and you pull your legs up to you on the couch, making yourself as small as your body would allow you to.

You bring your eyes to your hands. Your hands rough with calusis from all the tinkering and hard work you did, middle class work. Though it had been a while since you had seen blood oozing from them. You shake your head.

His body was so small, so fragile. He was so easy to force under the water with your hands. It was even easier to wrap your fingers around his thin throat and start squeezing. He would have been easy to break, easy to finish off. You could snap him like the twig he was. Would anyone really miss him? Didn’t he deserve to be dead? He still attempted to go after IT. He still wanted to go after his original goal with the heart. He wasn’t a fighter, he was weak in that aspect. You could so easily break him, all you would have to do is grab his neck and snap it. He deserved that.

“Enough!” You yell to no one in particular, grabbing at your own greasy hair. Heck there were times you would have never fought those thoughts after everything he had put you through, but these thoughts weren’t your own. You growl at yourself for letting the heart dig into your thoughts and emotions over Dimentio. He confused you so much and had your emotions everywhere. You had anger towards him, frustration, confusion, annoyance, but most of all…you loved him.

Thu-Thump.

You grasp your shirt above your own heart. You couldn’t imagine a day without him anymore. You wanted to spoil him with affection that he was long deprived of. You wanted to show him what the world should have long given him. You so badly wanted to let him figure out what the true meaning of his emotions towards you were. Why did this relic have to be such a problem, and everyday you were losing more and more to it. You bite your bottom lip. You couldn’t lose to it, so many would fall if you lost. It would return to where it was taken from. It would reopen the void that you had worked so hard with your friends to close. If you could rip it out yourself and stop it from what it was made to do you would, but you were already told what that outcome would be.

A loud bang on the door causes you to jump from the couch, almost hitting your head on the ceiling from surprise. Only for the silence to be followed by the door slamming open before you can even take a step towards the entrance. The voice booming louder than the door hitting the wall or knocking combined.

“Ye here lad? We rush’t here as fas’ as we coud. Dimensoon stil’ a’ problem withoot tae wee yin crossin’ tae gap fir us.”

[frozenpeazz]

Oh Daniel..

Pairing- Daniel Larusso x f! reader

Warning ⚠️- angst?, Fluff, blood, injury, swearing, Daniel Larusso and his dashing looks ���😩

Daniel gets beat up by Johnny (again), and you patch him up <3

Y/n/n - Your nick-name

Its was around 8pm, you were sat on your bed reading a book when you heard a knock on your window. You panicked as you whipped your head round to stare at the glass, only to make out the shadow of your boyfriend. Daniel Larusso. Your sweet boy who you loved with your whole heart. You still felt the adrenaline from the scare he gave you as you got up and made your way to the window, sliding it open.

"Jeez Danny, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" You say helping him inside but the slight annoyance at his sudden arrival quickly wore off after seeing his crumpled frame and his body covered in dirt and blood. "Daniel! Oh my god what happened?!" You exclaimed as you draped his arm around your shoulder and wrapped your arm around his waist for support.

"Just Johnny kickin' my ass again. The usual." He chuckled slightly then wincing from the pain in his ribcage.

"Oh danny.. If those stupid boys dont leave it I'll beat the shit outa' them myself! And i mean it!" You say in anger as you gently sit him on your bed.

"Now wait here. I'll be back in a second okay?" You kissed his head lightly as he nods.

You return after a couple minutes with a first aid kit and a wet cloth. You stand in-between Daniels legs as you tilt his chin up to look at you.

"My lord, what did they do to you?!" You say as you gently scrub at the dirt on his cheeks causing him to smile, that same smile that made you fall in love with him.

"I was ridin' home on my bike and well, lets say they pushed me off..down the hill." he cringes to himself as the memory of the event that happened just 20 minutes prior flood back into his mind. You tense slightly.

"Aw my poor baby boy.. just wait until i get my hands on those pricks and i promise you they wont pester you again!" You say as you fix his chocolate brown hair. Daniel smiles to himself at the thought of you attempting to beat up Johnny Lawrence, the toughest guy at school.

After getting all the dirt off you begin to open the first aid kit gett out some medical ointment.

"Danny?"

"Mm?"

"Your going to need to take your top off so i can treat your wounds." You turn to look at the boy and you notice a thin blush painted his cheeks.

"Uh- o-only if your comfortable with it!" The brunette boy chuckles slightly as he slowly removes the shirt he's wearing to reveal his bare tanned chest. You cant help but stare, at least for a second. You feel your cheeks heat up as you begin to wet a new cloth with the medical ointment.

"This is going to sting Danny." You warn as you begin rubbing the cloth over the wounds covering his body. He hisses in pain as he grabs onto your free hand and begins to squeeze it.

"I know Danny, im sorry."

"D-dont be sorry. 'm fine Y/n/n." He assures you as you continue treating his cuts. After cleaning and applying bandages to Daniels body you finally put away the first aid kit.

"Honestly. Those jerks just dont know when to stop do they." You say with anger laced into your voice. Daniel laughs.

"Yeah well, 'least i got my own personal doctor to heal me afterwards. Thank you by the way, for helping me." After putting away the kit you make your way over to your boyfriend laying on the bed next to him beckoning him to lay in your lap.

"Anything for my pretty boy." You say causing Daniel to smile as he blushes slightly laying his head on your chest on top of you.

"Those jerks better be ready to hear from me." You whisper, playing with Daniels hair.

"They wont be expecting it thats for sure." Daniel jokes as he relaxes into your touch.

"I love you Y/n/n."

"I love you to Danny. Even when your all beat up."

[daddys-dumb-fucktoy]

💕Pretty Princess💕

💕👸🏻Making sure I look and feel fuckable at all times is like my number one purpose in life💕👑

💝My princess routine and maintenance is $$$ and takes time but like totally sooo worth it to be the pretty princess fucktoy doll I am💕

💝I like totally know I’m super pretty and like always have been but I looooove going like waaay extra💕

💕Here is my princess pamper routine, things I’ve had done, and things I want sooo bad (Daddy!!💕)👑

Surgery - Nose job I paid for which I LOOOOVE 😻 and I know I have like really nice big tits already but I would love Daddy to buy me even bigger new ones 🥰 like the tits I can hide for like real life stuff but then like make them the biggest first thing people see otherwise🍒💝

Skin - Tan at all times 👸🏻 Fake tan like twice a week at least and real tan whenever possible 💕Dry brushing, cellulite prevention oil, exfoliation with scrub 2-3 week 💎 Plus sea algae wraps, regular massages, and sauna time…being a spoiled pampered spa princess is the BEST😻👸🏻💕

Exercise - Same stretch/meditation routine every morning ⏰ strength, cardio, flexibility 3-4 times week 🗓️ Regularly change workouts so my muscles are like confused 🤪

Diet - I ❤️ expensive yummy food and save my calories for night time and dinner 💝I rarely have breakfast/lunch besides cum and maybe a 100 calorie shake 💕

Face - Botox/filler like every 3 months NO EXCEPTIONS 👸🏻💕 PRP facials, PDO threads, Kybella, dermaplaning, Hydrofacials, lymphatic massage 💕I looooove having a frozen doll face I can’t move 👸🏻💝I also have micro bladed perfect eyebrows, wear false lashes, and reallllllly want permanent makeup 💄💕

Body hair - Shave/buff everything waist down 2wice a week 💕 Full body hair removal every 2 weeks 😻👸🏻❤️Want to laser off everything sooooo bad (Daddy!!!🥹💕)

Hair - 👸🏼Currently ombré blonde (like $$$ but whatever it’s so cute 🥰) and go between blonde/dark brunette �� I have like so many extensions (18-22in) because I loooooove that extra look 💕 I usually wear two sets of long extensions at a time so I look/feel like a pretty plastic Barbie 💕🥰 Natural hair length is currently at my tits 🍒

Teeth - 💕I have perfect straight teeth that I whiten weekly cause like I drink coffee and wine and smoke 🌱Haha like I totally know it makes my teeth not like pearly pearls but I like to get twisted 🤪🥰💕

Nails - 💅🏻 Always done ✔️ Weekly manicures can be gel, press on, acrylic or natural but they’re like always done 💎 Pedicure once a month in a cute color 🥰I loooove having super long nails that say “I give handjobs with my mouth!” 👄 but sometimes I have to do real world stuff and it makes it hard to have slutty long nails 💅🏻

Piercings - Ears and belly ring sometimes 💎 I looove going out with Daddy in my biggest hoops so everyone can see what a dumb slutty whore I am 💕 Princess earrings!

💕👸🏻💎It’s tough to be a pretty princess but it makes me sooooo happy💕🥰Still need new bouncy tits, laser hair, and I would love all the $$$ for my princess pampering from Daddy🤪👑🥹💕

[n0tananimegirl]

skts || Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you

Atsumu let out a deep sigh as the door clicked shut behind him. His eyes fall closed and he leaned against the wood, giving himself a moment to relax. 

He was exhausted.

Today was supposed to be his day off. With no practice, sponsorship photo shoots, or matches, Atsumu expected to spend time with his boyfriend at home.

But Osamu needed his help at the shop. He had nearly all his staff call in for various reasons leaving only the owner to handle the lunch and dinner rushes. Of course, Atsumu would go when Samu called for him. He had a hard time saying no to his twin after all.

So instead of spending the day doing nothing with Omi, he had spent it taking orders, cleaning off tables, and forming rice balls.

He scrunched his nose knowing the scent of food clung to him unpleasantly. There was no way his Omi would come near him with a ten-foot pole in this state. He desperately needed a shower.

Toeing off his shoes without moving from his spot, Atsumu called out a tired, “I’m home.” in greeting. 

“Atsu.” 

He opened his eyes to see Omi standing in front of him, concern written on his face. 

Atsumu smiled softly “Hey love.” 

“Are you okay?” Kiyoomi questioned taking a step closer.

Atsumu held a hand up to stop him from getting too close but immediately regretted it seeing the hurt flash in those pretty, dark eyes. He winced slightly “Sorry Omi, I just reek of food right now, not pleasant. I’ll hug ya after I get a shower.”

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and stepped forward anyway, pulling the blond into his arms. Atsumu immediately melted at the gesture “I don’t care what you smell like, well I do, but not right now.” He chuckled pressing a kiss into Atsu’s hair “I missed you.”

“I’m so fuckin tired Omi.” He bemoaned into his neck “I missed ya too by the way.” 

Kiyoomi hummed and pressed another kiss to his temple “I know sweetheart but I have a surprise for you.” 

Atsumu noticeably perks up “Ya do?”

“Mhmm. First, let’s shower okay? You do stink.” He grinned, pulling away from his boyfriend. 

“Omiiiiii” The blond whined but allowed himself to be led further into their shared apartment. Immediately, he noticed the dim lights and the candles that littered the room.

 “Omi?” He questioned peering up at his boyfriend. Kiyoomi ignored him and continued pulling him toward the bathroom. To his surprise, also lit with candles.

Once inside Kiyoomi brought him into deep kiss making his head spin. “I wanted to do something to help you relax, I know you worked hard with your brother and figured you’d be exhausted at the end of the day.” He said after pulling away from Atsumu’s lips. His thumb brushed across his cheek lovingly “Will you let me pamper you a bit baby?” 

“Yeah.” Atsumu responded breathlessly “Ya can pamper me, Omi.”

The smell of lavender and eucalyptus filled the air as Kiyoomi slowly removed Atsumu’s clothes. He placed a kiss on each newly exposed part of his body. Lips trailed from his neck, over the top of his shoulders, and down his back. Atsumu sighed happily letting Kiyoomi continue his ministrations. Once fully undressed Kiyoomi turned on the shower, cranking it to a hotter temperature.

He gestured for Atsumu to enter first and followed behind him, crowding the setter and wrapping his arms around golden tan shoulders. The water rained on them soaking their hair and bodies.

Atsumu laid his head against Kiyoomi’s shoulder and shut his eyes, feeling the exhaustion from the day wash off him, while his lover trailed kisses up and down his neck. “Let me wash your hair, baby,” Kiyoomi murmured, mouth pressed onto his nape.

“Okay, Omi.” Atsumu leaned forward while Kiyoomi reached around him to grab his boyfriend’s purple shampoo that he insists on always using. Long fingers scrubbed the shampoo into platinum hair, Atsumu let out a groan as Kiyoomi’s nails scratched into his head.

He continued his massage for god knows how long, Atsumu was merely enjoying having Kiyoomi’s hands on him. “Time to rinse, beautiful.” Kiyoomi’s deep voice says into his ear. Atsumu pouted slightly but did as he was told and ducked his head under the water.

Kiyoomi repeated the action when it came time to condition Atsumu’s hair. While the blond was rinsing his hair off again, Kiyoomi began his hair routine, smiling softly as Atsumu watched him with wide golden eyes.

The curly-haired man spent the most time lathering Atsumu in lavender body wash. His hands were strong yet gentle against each curve and bump of his muscular body. Kiyoomi handled Atsumu not as the fit athlete he was but as something more fragile; something precious.

Although to Kiyoomi, Atsumu was something precious. 

“You’re perfect, baby.” He whispered holding Atsumu closer to his body, loving how they molded perfectly together. As if they were meant to be.

They stayed under the water a little longer until Atsumu’s stomach began to growl. Kiyoomi snickered at his pink cheeks and helped him out of the shower. Atsumu was well-dried and dressed in black boxers and Kiyoomi’s Black Jackals hoodie (something he loved to steal often)

Kiyoomi ordered Atsumu to sit at their dining table while he retrieved their dinner “Ya cooked dinner, Omi?!” He asked incredulously. Usually, Atsumu would be the one to make dinner for them; Kiyoomi was usually hopeless in the kitchen.

"I did my best," Kiyoomi admitted, a blush high on his cheeks, "Osamu sent me a recipe with fatty tuna in it. I figured it would be something you'd want to eat when you got home." 

“Omi.” He breathed out, touched that Kiyoomi made that kind of effort, even going as far as to make his favorite food. “I hope it’s okay.” A soft kiss was pressed to his forehead.

Atsumu lifted a hand to cupped Kiyoomi’s cheek, admiring porcelain skin and dark eyes “I’m sure it’s amazing Omi.” 

Kiyoomi smiled and turned his head to kiss the palm cupping his cheek “Eat up baby.”

The couple enjoyed their meal together. Kiyoomi recounted his day and the chores he got done while Atsumu told stories of his time at the stop and how Osamu worked him like a pack mule. Through his boyfriend's grumbling, Kiyoomi could see how happy Atsumu was to spend time with his twin, even if it meant having to work on his day off. 

At the end of dinner, both men entered the kitchen to put their dishes in the sink. Before Atsumu could begin washing them, Kiyoomi was pulling him into his arms and swaying them gently.

“Omi?” Atsumu’s startled laugh made a smile grow on Kiyoomi’s face “What about the di-“ 

“Don’t worry about it Atsu.” His boyfriend murmurs, tightening his grip around his waist. 

“But-“

“I’ll take care of it later baby, let me dance with the love of my life okay?” Kiyoomi expressed, bringing a hand up to cup his face, staring at Atsumu as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world. 

“Okay, okay. Sorry.” Atsumu relented, finally relaxing in his arms.

They continued to sway to an unknown rhythm until he felt Kiyoomi shift and suddenly the soft sound of music began to play. The blond smiled into his boyfriend’s chest hearing the song choice. They danced together in their kitchen as each song played after another.

“Thank ya for this Omi,” Atsumu spoke lowly. keeping his head resting on Kiyoomi, a happy smile stretched across his face.

 “Of course Atsu. You deserve this and more. I’m just glad I get to be the one who gets to spoil you like this.” Kiyoomi pulled back to brush Atsumu’s hair away from his face before leaning in to kiss him softly “I love you, baby. I’d do anything for you, on your best days and your worst.”

Atsumu felt tears well in his eyes at the confession. No matter how many years they’ve spent together hearing his Omi tell him how much he loved him never failed to make him emotional. 

“I love ya too Omi, more than anything in the world.” 

[diamondherpanacine]

November is National Skincare Month

Here are some healthy tips to support your skincare routine in November, and every month.

Wash up. Use warm water, not hot. Wash gently, don’t scrub. Take shorter showers. Longer showers tend to dry your skin.

Wash your face every morning and night. Always remove makeup before bed. Use skincare products that match your skin's needs. Is your skin oily, dry, normal, combination, or sensitive? Do you have a skin condition? Use products formulated for you. Avoid scented products, especially if you have sensitive skin or eczema.

Moisturize both night and day. The best times to moisturize are right after you get out of the shower, and right before you go to bed. Toners are a good way to help balance pH levels in your skin. Look for one that is free of irritants like alcohol, fragrance, citrus, menthol, color, and other strong extracts.

Vitamins should go on your skin, too. Serums and creams like Vitamin C are topical antioxidants, and can help nourish the skin. The skin around your eyes is the thinnest, so it shows the first signs of aging. Even in your 20s, preventative care will keep your eyes looking healthy for decades to come.

When applying eye cream, use circular motions to stimulate blood circulation and reduce fluid retention.

Clean makeup brushes thoroughly at least once a week.

Chose water-based hair products as ones made with oils and waxes can clog your pores and create acne.

Be sure to exfoliate once a week. As we age, skin cells turn over at a slower rate than they did in our 20s. Without exfoliating, dead skin cells can build up on your face and body, clogging pores, preventing products from penetrating. This makes your complexion look dull.

Avoid sun damage by wearing sunscreen 365 days a year, rain or shine. Protect your skin when you’re driving or running errands. UV exposure contributes to signs of aging.

Sun protection doesn't stop at sunscreen - SPF makeup, sunglasses, protective clothing & hats can help prevent damage, which is much better than treating it after the fact.

Don't just watch out for sun, also avoid excessive heat from heaters and fireplaces. It can also wreak havoc on your skin causing inflammation and collagen breakdown.

Don’t use tanning beds or sunlamps. They emit the same harmful UV radiation as the sun.

Drink plenty of water. Drinking water can improve your complexion, help prevent wrinkles and tighten your pores. Dehydrated skin will result in dry, tight, flaky aging skin.

Drinking green tea is also good for your skin as it helps reduce inflammation, improve elasticity, and can help protect you from sun damage. It also promotes cellular repair.

Avoid alcohol because alcohol dehydrates the skin. This causes wrinkles and inflames tissue in the skin. Don’t smoke - People who smoke often age prematurely, have uneven skin coloring and deeper wrinkles.

Eating a healthy diet is an important part of maintaining healthy skin. Eat blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, kale, dark chocolate and other foods that are high in antioxidants.

Avoid sugar spikes as they damage collagen that keeps skin youthful. Proteins in your skin also react poorly to excessive sugar and cause your skin to age faster. In addition, avoid processed foods. They can cause inflammation and damage collagen and elastic fibers in your skin.

Eat healthy fats such as those found in nuts, seeds, avocados, and extra virgin olive oil. They contain antioxidants that help keep skin cells healthy. Omega 3-fatty acids that are primarily found in fatty fishes such as salmon, mackerel, and herring can keep the skin supple and moisturized. Omega-3 supplements are important too!

Avoid excess sodium (salt) in your diet. Sodium can suck the moisture out of skin and leave it dull and dry.

Reduce stress. It can take a toll on nearly every part of your body, including your skin. Treat yourself! Whether it's a facial, massage, or even a pedicure, be sure to pamper yourself to help promote stress relief and relaxation.

Exercise to help boost blood flow, which also ensures that your skin is getting the oxygen and the nutrients it needs to be healthy.

Get enough sleep. Experts recommend about 9 hours a night for teens and 7-8 hours for adults. Try sleeping on clean, silk pillowcases and sheets. The material glides easily over the skin and helps prevent creasing and wrinkles. Sleeping in certain positions may result in sleep lines. After a while, these lines can turn into deep-set wrinkles, so hit the sheets on your back first.

Visit your dermatologist regularly for a full body skin exam to help detect skin cancers. Early detection of skin cancer can save your life.

Sanitize your phone. Pressing it up against your face after touching it with unwashed hands can spread bacteria and clog pores on your face. It can also cause painful pimples.

To kill the bacteria, try cleansing wipes with hydrogen peroxide and wipe down all surfaces of the phone regularly.

Take vitamins because healthy skin starts on the inside! Though you may not associate vitamins with your skincare routine, taking Herpanacine Skin & Immune Support daily is a simple thing you can do for your skin. Vitamin E protects the skin against free radicals and inflammation. Beta Carotene can help brighten your skin tone and increase yourskin's production of collagen and elastin. Herpanacine’s superior formulation of eleven powerful vitamins, herbs and powerful antioxidants do that, immune support and much more for your skin!

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Watermelon Is The Wonder Fruit For Skin!

Fruits in season add a radiant glow to your skin, and those with a high water content can benefit your skin immensely. 

A typical summertime snack that helps beat the heat is watermelon. However, watermelon offers several benefits that draw the interest of numerous studies.

Numerous health advantages of watermelon include cancer prevention and heat relief. It helps with weight loss as well. Many of us still appreciate it as a summertime treat because of its unusually mild sweetness.

Watermelon offers a plethora of cosmetic benefits, like protecting your skin from UV radiation and maintaining its youthful appearance throughout the hectic summer months. Watermelon's many vitamins and antioxidants make it easy to make revitalizing face masks that will quickly give you more radiant, translucent skin.

Watermelon face masks made at home are good for detoxifying and moisturizing the skin while removing impurities.Your skin should look fantastic after using a watermelon face pack, but maintaining a healthy lifestyle and eating a balanced food are also important.

What Benefits Does Watermelon Have For Skin Health?

Beyond just being a fantastic source of water, watermelon is also an excellent diet for healthy skin. Scrolling down shows how this fruit might help with various skin care issues. You won't be sorry if you incorporate it into your skincare or body care regimen.

1. Scrubbing Bar Natural

Because watermelon has a lot of vitamin C, your skin will brighten quickly. The fruit's coarse granules moisturize and exfoliate the skin gently. Gently scrub your face with a teaspoon of mashed watermelon to remove dead skin cells.

2. Immediate Skin Hydration

Watermelon juice can quench your thirst on a hot day, but consider the benefits it can have for your skin. Your face and body may regain some of the moisture lost with watermelon. Because of its high water content (almost 93%), your skin becomes more naturally hydrated, looking plump and radiant.

The water content of watermelon is approximately 93%. It can replenish the moisture that has been lost from the body or face. To hydrate tight, flaky skin, massage watermelon and cucumber juice into the skin.

3. Age-Reversing Impact

Watermelons are rich in vitamins and antioxidants, which promote healthy skin. In addition to enhancing suppleness and preventing free radical damage, antioxidants make skin appear firmer and less prone to fine lines and wrinkles. Vitamins help to brighten and exfoliate the layer of dull skin that gives the appearance of tired and overworked skin.

4. Takes Out Inflammation

Acne-prone skin usually needs calming and nourishing ingredients. The recommended fruit for this is watermelon. It helps to relax your skin with its anti-inflammatory properties. That feels good.

5. High Nutrient Content

Watermelon is an excellent source of skin-beneficial elements. It has vitamins A, B, and C that protect and nourish your skin. Additionally, these vitamins help to increase collagen development, which brightens, minimizes spots, and invigorates and refreshes your skin.

6. Good For All Skin Types

This adaptable fruit works well for any skin. Because it doesn't leave the skin overly acidic, it is harmless—a single fruit works for all skin types, including combination, dry, sensitive, and acne-prone.

3 DIY Watermelon Packs

These are some incredible and helpful watermelon pouches. 

1. Ingredients For The Watermelon And Cucumber Pack

One teaspoon each of watermelon juice, cucumber zest, and honey

Process of Preparation

1. Mix each component.

2. Apply it on your entire face.

3. Give it fifteen minutes to dry.

4. Use cold water to rinse.

How Is It Operated? 

Watermelon has properties that help clear blocked pores because it is detoxifying. Cucumber helps to remove skin tan and soothes burnt skin, while honey nourishes and moisturizes the skin while preventing infections. This face pack is great for tanned skin and gives a radiant shine a week after application.

2. A pack Of watermelon And Bananas

Components

Cubed watermelon

½ cup Ripe bananas

½, medium 

2-3 tsp of chilled milk

Process Of Preparation

1. Blend the ingredients to create a homogeneous paste in a blender.

2. Cover your face and neck with this paste.

3. Put it on for twenty minutes.

4. Use cold water to rinse.

How Is It Operated? 

An excellent ingredient that cleanses, moisturizes and illuminates skin is milk. Banana tightens the skin and removes spots and blemishes, while watermelon removes age spots. Those with sensitive or pigmented skin will benefit significantly from this face pack.

3. Ingredients For The Yogurt And Watermelon Face Pack

Cubed watermelon (1 cup) 

3 tablespoons homemade curd or yogurt

1-tablespoon moong dal powder

Process Of Preparation 

1. Combine all the ingredients to form a paste.

2. Dab it onto your neck and face.

3. Let it air dry entirely.

4. Use cold water to rinse.

How Is It Operated?

Moong dal powder acts as a natural exfoliator, removing dead skin cells. In addition, the concoction of yogurt and watermelon is relatively healthy for the skin. After using this face pack for a few days, the skin appears beautiful and revitalized and is kept moisturized. It also serves as a one-stop solution for acne and pimples.

The Last Word

Watermelon is a delicious fruit many of us have loved since we were young. Because it is high in water, potassium, copper, magnesium, manganese, vitamins A, B, and C, and antioxidants, this juicy, rich-red fruit has many benefits for the skin.

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Ship: Anton Chigurh x Salem Nickle Newman

Word Count: 582

Summary: A technically unfinished piece I've been writing off and on for a few months, now. Not really sure what more to do with it so I decided I'd post it as is. What's nuanced about this particular piece is there is no dialogue, which is a bit off the beaten path as I feel I tend to write a lot of talking. (Though I do so very much love to write detailed descriptions of scenes and emotions <3) CW for implied murder and the violence that comes with working as a hired gun, semi-detailed descriptions of blood, non-sexual nudity.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

The blood clung to Salem's shirt. It seemed to seep into his skin and stain his hair. The stench followed him like a mangy dog. Go home, Sandy. He shuffled to the washroom, behind him Anton was in a similar state, but better off. Today had been a messy job.

Neither spoke as they began the ritual; Salem peeled off his shirt and threw it in the trash bin. Then he removed his jeans and examined them for a moment before draping them over the back of the toilet, maybe they could be salvaged. Anton removed his own shirt, standing in front of the mirror while Salem leaned over the tub and turned on the faucet. After adjusting the water to his preferred temperature, he reached up and turned on the radio that sat on a shelf above the toilet. Anton signalled for him to face him, taking a dampened washcloth to the deep cut on his forehead. Salem leaned into the tender touch, inhaling sharply at the sting of the cloth on the tender flesh, then sat on the closed toilet to remove his socks. Finally, when he stood again, he discarded his underwear next to the socks and slipped into the tub as it finished filling up. He sighed loudly as he turned off the faucet and sunk below the surface.

Anton knelt beside the tub and gave Salem a stern look when he noticed the steam coming from the water. Salem briefly opened one eye to answer him.

I know, I know, cold water for blood, not hot. Can you blame me?

Anton, sighed, too. Not as loud or as heavy, but with fondness and tiredness. He reached for a plain bottle of shampoo and tapped on Salem's shoulder. They reluctantly sat up straight, but they knew Anton just didn't want the water to get cold now that they were so comfortable. He poured the clean-smelling solution onto his calloused palms and began working it into Salem's short hair. Salem relaxed, little sounds of content flowing from him. After the shampooing, Anton rinsed Salem's hair out with a plastic cup, then soaped up a sponge to cleanse Salem's lightly tanned skin. Though he had seen his body many times, Anton never took it for granted, going slow and memorizing the patterns in his skin for the fifth time this week. Salem looked fit to drift off right about then, eyelids heavy. Once his skin began to clear up, he sunk back down into the water to wash away the soap, staying there for a long moment before sitting straight again. He blinked slowly and stood, Anton backing up so he could step out of the tub, already shivering from the temperature difference between the air and the water, though the room wasn't cold in the slightest.

Anton wrapped Salem in a fluffy towel; they sat on the closed toilet once more while his partner stripped away his thick pants and boxers and slipped into the tub himself. Anton needed no assistance in washing up and preferred it that way. Now it was time for Salem to do his own admiring, stifling a yawn as Anton efficiently scrubbed away the muck of their work. Despite the film of filth on their bodies, they had mostly come out unscathed, other than the cut on Salem's head and the two bullets that had graciously grazed Anton's right arm and side. Above Salem’s head, a Johnny Cash song played faintly from the radio.