#advantages of drinking sparkling water

[natural-mineral-water-guide]

Exploring the Health Benefits of Sparkling Water: What You Need to Know

Sparkling water, also called carbonated water, has seen a surge in reputation in modern days. With its effervescent bubbles and clean flavor, it offers a pleasing look and taste to water and sugary sodas. But past its fascinating fizz, sparkling water boasts several fitness advantages that make it a perfect preference for hydration. In this blog, we will find out the fitness benefits of sparkling water and why you would possibly want to not forget incorporating it into your normal each day.

What is Sparkling Water?

Sparkling water is without a doubt water that has been infused with carbon dioxide gas under stress. This technique creates the characteristic bubbles that make sparkling water so clean. It can be really carbonated from a mineral spring or artificially carbonated during manufacturing. Some kinds of sparkling water moreover comprise delivered minerals, which can decorate their health benefits.

Health Benefits of Sparkling Water

 1. Enhanced Hydration

Staying hydrated is crucial for everyday health, and sparkling water may be a top notch way to fulfill your hydration wishes. The bubbles in sparkling water make it extra enjoyable to drink, which can inspire you to have fluids at some degree. Proper hydration allows physical features, supports digestion, and keeps your skin amazing.

 2. Aids Digestion

One of the great advantages of sparkling water is its ability to aid in digestion. The carbonation can help alleviate signs of indigestion and bloating. It stimulates the discharge of digestive enzymes, which can assist to digest meals extra successfully. Drinking sparkling water with meals can help prevent overeating via a manner of promoting an experience of fullness.

 3. Promotes Heart Health

Research shows that drinking sparkling water may also have advantages for coronary fitness. Some studies have tested that it could help reduce cholesterol levels. The minerals determined in certain varieties of sparkling water, which include magnesium and calcium, also are useful for preserving a healthy heart.

 4. Improves Swallowing Ability

For people with swallowing difficulties, people with dysphagia, sparkling water can help. The carbonation in sparkling water stimulates the nerves liable for swallowing, making it easy and much less painful. This makes sparkling water a superb option for elders or the ones going through from sure clinical situations.

 5. Supports Weight Management

Choosing sparkling water over sugary drinks can drastically lessen your calorie intake. Packaged sparkling water consists of no added sugars or artificial sweeteners, making it a healthy alternative to soda and juice. The carbonation in sparkling water also can create a sense of fullness, in an effort to help you eat much less and maintain your weight more successfully.

 6. Maintains Bone Health

Certain varieties of sparkling water are wealthy in minerals like calcium and magnesium, which might be important for maintaining robust bones. Regular intake of mineral-rich sparkling water can contribute to bone density and ordinary skeletal health, lowering the chance of osteoporosis and fractures.

 7. Enhances Athletic Performance

Athletes can gain from drinking sparkling water before and after workout routines. The hydration and minerals in sparkling water help preserve electrolyte stability, preventing dehydration and muscle cramps. Additionally, the easy nature of sparkling water can encourage greater common hydration.

 Why Buy Sparkling Water Bottles Online?

 1. Convenience

Buying sparkling water bottles online offers unmatched consolation. With only some clicks, you may have the pleasant sparkling water introduced at once to your step. This saves you time and effort, making sure that you constantly have a clean beverage accessible.

 2. Wide Range of Options

When you buy sparkling water online, you have the advantage of getting proper entry to a large fashion of producers and flavors. Whether you pick out natural sparkling water or flavored alternatives, online shops offer an intensive selection to suit your taste and alternatives. This range lets you find splendid styles of sparkling water and find your favorite.

 3. Quality Assurance

Reputable online shops ensure that the sparkling water they sell meets first-rate requirements. By buying from depended on property, you will be assured that you have become herbal, packaged sparkling water that is unfastened from contaminants and additives. This terrific assurance is particularly critical while choosing beverages for fitness advantages.

 4. Cost-Effective

Online searching for sparkling water regularly comes with charge benefits. Many on-line shops offer discounts, bulk buy alternatives, and subscription offerings that could prevent cash in the end. Additionally, you may examine expenses from exceptional dealers to locate the first-class deals on sparkling water.

 Incorporating Sparkling Water into Your Daily Routine

 1. Start Your Day with Sparkling Water

Kickstart your morning by means of consuming a pitcher of sparkling water. The carbonation can assist awaken your digestive gadget and prepare your body for the day in advance.

 2. Enhance Your Meals

Pair your meals with sparkling water to beneficial resource digestion and enjoy a clean accompaniment. You can also use sparkling water as a base for homemade sodas through the usage of adding herbal fruit juices.

 3. Stay Hydrated Throughout the Day

Keep a bottle of sparkling water at your desk or bring one with you at the same time as you’re at the bypass. Regular sips will keep you hydrated and provide a constant delivery of essential minerals.

 4. Post-Workout Hydration

Rehydrate after an exercise with sparkling water to fill up out of place fluids and electrolytes. The refreshing bubbles also can help cool you down and beautify your recovery.

 Conclusion

Sparkling water is more than only a beverage; it gives a huge range of health benefits that make it a precious addition to your day. From hydration and digestion to heart fitness and weight control, the blessings of sparkling water are several. By choosing to shop for sparkling water bottles online, you ensure consolation, exquisiteness, and get entry to a great variety of alternatives. Brands like Aava Water provide amazing sparkling water that assist you to obtain those health benefits. Embrace the effervescent goodness of sparkling water and revel in a more healthy, extra hydrated manner of existence.

[daydreams-after-dark]

What's your fanfic fantasy? part 1

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Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Pairing: fem reader + Chan + Jisung

This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Chapter Summary: You're enjoying a drink with Chan until he starts asking about the smut you read.

Warnings: This first installment has no sex (but the next is fully sex including a threesome!) but talks about sexually explicit content, fantasies, references to sex and masturbation, explicit language, eventual threesome in next installment.

You sit on the leather lounge really confused about how the conversation ended up here.

“So… “ Chan starts, “do you enjoy reading them?” he smirks as he asks this.

He is such a cheeky bastard.

He isn't talking about stories in the media, or news articles, or interviews. Nope. He is talking about erotic fan fiction. Smut. About him. About him and his rock band SKZ. And that you've been reading it.

You have known Chan for a long time. Years now. You'd met on a creative project. You're musicians, and have often worked creatively together on and off for a few years. You were so excited when Chan invited you to his holiday/work retreat to work on a new project with him and a few of the guys from the band for a couple of weeks.

You're staying in a beautiful holiday home, more like a mansion really, on the coast overlooking the ocean. It’s a sight to die for.

Chan loved to work. He worked all day. He worked well into the night. He worked all the time actually. A workaholic. You wonder if you would get to let your hair down, and just hang out, which usually ends up with you bantering and laughing together for hours.

You didn’t have to wonder for long. It's your first day here, and it hasn’t taken long before you've hit “banter territory”. In fact it has now moved beyond “banter territory” and into some unknown, and quite frankly scary, uncharted territory, and you don’t have a map for this particular terrain.

Even though nothing has ever happened between you and Chan, and likely never will, you often seem to end up flirting. Hinting at things in a fun, non serious way. But never taking it further (although your mind has drifted much further than you'd ever admit).

Chan’s a safe flirt. Which means he makes you feel safe enough to push the envelope without a sense of awkwardness or feeling a need to take action or follow through. You seem to just prick tease really.

It’s just fun and games right? Right? It was always… cheeky and lighthearted and absolutely never serious.

Until now.

You feel flustered and a little sweaty. You try to shift in your seat to get more comfortable and to ease the sense of your legs feeling like your circulation has been cut off, but the leather couch is sticking to your legs. You shouldn’t have worn a mini skirt. A uneasiness builds up inside of you.

You pick up your sparkling water from the leather upholstered chaise-slash-coffee table and take a big sip, biding your time before you answer.

You're sitting in one of the living areas that that has a big floor to ceiling window that takes advantage of the ocean view. It’s getting dark out there now.

Chan sits on a second leather coach to your right where he is waiting for you to speak. You bring your attention back to his question “do you enjoy reading them?”

You'd been talking about the fandom and some of the thirst tweets and naughty edits that are out there about his rock band SKZ, and somehow the conversation escalated into how you had read some of the fan made fiction about the group.

You wish you hadn’t even mentioned that you read smut. Why did you do that? You were only going to tease him about the situations, positions and activities that he and his band members have been involved in, fictitiously of course.

Unfortunately for you the teasing hasn’t had the desired effect, and the tables have been turned on you. Instead of making him go red, or teasing him about it, and having a giggle - in the safe zone of “banter territory” - you were the one blushing while his expression had turned dark and devious.

You look him in the eyes to see if you can read his thoughts.

He is still waiting for your answer.

He is still smirking at you. Fuck. This is so awkward.

“Well …?” he raises an eyebow. “do you enjoy reading them?” he repeats himself. You actually have to answer him then? What the fuck do you say?

You're not quite sure whether to give a lighthearted response and shift the conversation to something more… vanilla, or match him with the dark, sinister vibe. Or, you could just be honest and nonchalant, and act like it’s no big deal. Yeah you might go with that. You're an adult after all.

“Well, yeah I do actually.” you say matter-of-factly, completely disregarding the dark look in his eyes. You think you've come off calm and unaffected by his energy, but on the inside you're burning up with embarrassment, or is it shame? Or something else?

You want to hide. You realise you're holding your breath and you do your best to exhale gently and calmly.

Chan puts his drink down, a simple coke, on the coffee table-chaise and sits back on the leather couch. His skinny ripped jeans are so very tight and his legs are parted a little bit too wide for polite chit chat. How fucking rude! He’s playing games with you.

It surprises you when you a feel dull ache in your core. You want to be pissed off at his confidence, not turned on. Why does this dark energy seem so alluring? This isn’t the Chan you're used to, and you have a feeling this situation is going to become less polite by the minute. You're not sure how it’s going to pan out, but you're terrified. Or are you? You can’t quite tell if this is terror or anticipation, or - arousal?

He brings a hand to his chin as though deep in thought, rubbing his fingers against his lips, and not taking his eyes off you for even a second. Then he nods his head as if he has just made a decision with himself. Is he is having as much inner dialogue as you are right now?

“Tell me more?” He coaxes, his voice is low and deep.

Tell him more? Shit. What are you supposed to say? That you lay in bed reading about how he and his best friends suck each other off and rail each other in the ass? And then you touch yourself over it as you imagine you're there actually watching it? Or that you imagine each of them inside of you while the others watch?

Is that what he wants to hear?

You cross your legs hoping the tension will go away, but all it does is intensify the feeling.

No, absolutely not. This is too far. You can’t tell him more. You won’t tell him. It’d be too… vulnerable. Intimate. You shake your head.

“No,” you start. “I don’t think we should keep talking about this.” You sigh and look at him pleadingly. But the look in his eyes tell you he isn’t going to let this slide. And part of you doesn’t want him to either. If you're honest, you're scared, embarrassed and want to run and hide, but part of you does want to tell him, to confess to him, see his reaction. What would he say? What would he do? You wanted to know. You needed to know.

Despite your resolve to say nothing, you open your mouth ready to blurt it all out anyway.

“You’re right.” Chan cuts you off, and some of that darkness shifts from his eyes. He grins his cheeky fucking grin at you and you feel that sense of kindness and friendliness he has return just a little bit.

But..

Your heart sinks. Why do you feel disappointed?

“It’s none of my business what you enjoy reading”. He chuckles filling his glass up with more coke. “I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward. We can change the subject.” Chan leans forward to peer closer to you, the room has gotten so dark and only a few lamp lights are illuminating the room in a soft glow.

“I’m sorry.” he says with pleading eyes. “I was just curious, you know?” He leans back again. “This is kind of an area that I don’t know anything about you in”.

“Chan,” you exasperate, “It’s normal for people to not know other people’s fantasies!”

You clasp your hand over your mouth. You've said too much.

“Fantasies? No one mentioned fantasies.” He’s caught you out. Chan’s devious eyes are back but it’s coupled with a devious grin too. Doubly dangerous. “Hmm..” he pretends to ponder “so let me get this straight. You read the dirty fiction and then fantasize about it happening to you? Or,” he takes a sip of his drink. “you make up your own little scenarios of my boys filling you up and fucking you senseless?”

“Chan!” You're shocked at how accurate his accusation actually is. And equally shocked how your body is responding. You're thankful it’s dark because you're pretty sure your nipples are rock hard. You're also thankful he is hasn’t outrightly asked if you fantasize about him.

So much for changing the subject.

“Do you?” he knows he almost has you admitting everything to him.

You tip your head back and let out a sigh.

“Fine. I’ll tell you more. Then you can fucking stop being so pushy and move on.”

Chan claps his hands together excitedly. “Right then”, he says and excitedly shuffles over a little closer to you. You feel like you should get him some god damned popcorn.

“You’re right. I read the stories, I touch myself, and I imagine my own scenarios.” You flail your hand around in some weird gesture and try to keep the explanation as minimal as possible, surely he doesn’t need to know actual details.

Chan waits for you to elaborate. Apparently he does need to know more details.

You roll your eyes. “And yes, I imagine them filling me up and fucking me senseless." you finish.

He looks satisfied that you've admitted it, and proud too, like his boys had actually had sex with you and that it was somehow thanks to him. “Except..” you start. What are you doing?

Chan looks at you curiously. “Except? Except what?”

You hesitate but decide to continue. “Except, even though he is so fucking hot and he’s the best drummer I’ve seen, and so very sexy, and his lips are just delicious, no matter how hard I try, and even though I want to so badly, I can’t seem to envision Jisung inside of me!” you confess.

Oh my god, what did you just say?

You look to Chan to see what his reaction is. He looks amused but mildly distracted. His gaze keeps shifting over your shoulder ever so slightly even though his attention and words are directed at you.

“So what you are saying is,” he focuses his eyes back on you. “that you can’t picture Jisung fucking you?” He smirks and leans back against the back of the couch resuming the confident lazy posture he had earlier.

You swear he’s hard, his pants seem a little too tight and you can see a bulge protruding, fighting against his pants. But it’s too dark to really tell, and perhaps your imagination is getting the better of you. You wonder what it would feel like to straddle his lap and grind against him, to make him harder and to relieve this tension building up in your body.

“Do you want to?” Chan jolts you back to reality, his attention is one hundred percent back on you, but something feels off.

“Huh?” You stare blankly, taking your eyes off the bulge in his pants.

“Do you want to be able to imagine Jisung fucking you?” he repeats casually, but dead serious.

Do you want to imagine Jisung fucking you? You consider what might be the thing getting in the way of you being able to picture it. Is it that he seems so young and fun that you can’t see him taking charge and being aggressive, and maybe that’s what you're into? You can’t really put your finger on it. All you know is you do want to imagine Jisung inside of you, fucking you. Well yeah, of course. Who wouldn’t? How was admitting it to Chan going to help?

“Yes,” you declare anyway. Really! What are you doing?  “and it’s so fucking annoying.” you add. Your throat is so dry, but elsewhere you're beginning to feel a little wet.

Amusement washes over Chan’s face and his eyes dart over your shoulder again.

You swallow hard even though your throat feels like a hard lump, but before you can do or say anything, Chan leans in close to your ear. His breath is hot against your neck and cheek. Fuck he’s close. Fuck he smells good.

You hold your breath waiting for Chan to speak. He lingers for what feels like forever.

“Jisung thinks that’s so fucking annoying too.” It was barely a whisper. He pulls away from your ear and gestures behind you. “Don’t you, Jisung?”

Your heart suddenly pounds so hard you think it’s going to fling out of your chest. Your jaw drops and dread begins to take over you. You feel hot and dizzy. You snap your head in the direction of Chan’s gaze only to be met with Jisung standing in the doorway. The dread intensifies and you're filled with shame. You want to hide.

Fuck.

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[popodoki]

SFW Catwin drabble, Edwin's first time at Pride (idc that it's July ok)

This is actually something I forgot to post outside of the Catwin Discord, till now x

∧,,,∧ (  ̳• · • ̳) /    づ♡ bday gift for bestie Alex

Chaos surrounds him. 

There’s no other way to describe the situation. It’s sheer absolute pandemonium outside, in the street, in public. London’s Pride festival is all around them, people cramming onto floats, lining up into- and creating make-shift dance floors in the middle of the street, the sheer volume of people spilling out onto the sidewalks, a kaleidoscope of noise and colours, all of them hugging each other, giggling wildly, chanting affirmations into everyone’s ears, into Edwin’s ears. 

It should be irritating, overwhelming. The incessant noise, the press of the crowd, confetti swirling in the air, the humidity lingering long into the night. Edwin should be annoyed, overstimulated and irked and downright uncomfortable. 

He’s not, though. Because for him, there is only Thomas. Nothing else, no one else, exists. 

Thomas King captures all of Edwin Payne’s attention. He’s magnetic; Edwin couldn’t possibly look away even if he wanted to, and oh, that’s the last thing he wants. 

For much of the evening, Edwin had been firmly plastered to Thomas’ side, often resting his head on his shoulder, occasionally reaching up to adjust the matching flower-crown adorning Thomas’s head, drinking sugary cocktails, hydrating water, sugary cocktails, handed to him in various dubious shaped containers, and clapping and singing along as the crowd, minus him, belted along to Lady Gaga, Chappel Roan . Various strangers had approached the pair, exchanging compliments, offering love and acceptance in spades, and as grateful as Edwin was for the positive attention, letting it slowly wipe away at old doubts like a stain, so much more grateful he was for the way Thomas still did most of the talking, and held him closer. 

He hadn’t minded Thomas’s possessive grip on his waist, hadn’t minded one bit. There’s something simply intoxicating about being in Thomas’s arms, where other people can see them. Something that settles warm in Edwin’s chest. It strikes him, that he is immeasurably lucky, having this man, this man made of the light of the sun’s rays, choose to be with him, with him, every day. It quiets that tiny part of his mind, which speaks far less often now than it had in their early days together, that wonders what is someone like him doing with someone like me? 

At some point in the day, Thomas had acquired a violently pink feather boa from somewhere, draped it across his shoulders, occasionally he waves the ends of it when he spots someone he knows in the crowd. Whenever his eyes meet Edwin’s, he winks, flicks the end of the boa his way, with a saucy swing of his hips into Edwin’s, and it’s almost enough to entice Edwin into kissing him, pressing crowd be damned, kissing him full and deep, pulling his lover back against him, turning a quick heated moment into something more, so much slower, into something sensual, something sinuous, something so supremely seductive it would be entirely inappropriate even for a festival full of loving revelry. 

But oh, how Edwin wants. 

The boa is long enough to drape across Edwin’s shoulders as well, and he takes advantage of the fact that his lover’s wearing platforms, meaning that they’re currently of a height to do so. It draws them close, draws them together, and when Thomas looks over with a smile reserved just for him, Edwin can almost count every single one of his eyelashes, every single speck of glitter on his cheekbones, sparkling in the starlight. 

Thomas fully turns to him, his smile soft, sweet, and it’s on the tip of Edwin’s tongue to say that, to say your smile is incandescent, you shine oh so very brightly, I was wandering in the dark before you but you, you guide me home, you are my home, but the words tangle up, they overwhelm him, they’re too much. So, he leans in and whispers I love you, because he can do that now, he can say those words, and say them easily, and Thomas kisses him, is still kissing him when the majority of the crowd has moved on. 

“So, Edwin,” he says, voice lilting out between them like a soft purr, the way it gets sometimes when there’s nothing in the universe but them. “Your first Pride. Do you have a review?” 

Not for the first time, in Thomas’ company, does Edwin have trouble finding the words to express how he feels. Much like the first time, his lover reads his feelings in his eyes just as well. 

“Are we coming back next year?” 

Edwin smiles. “I think I’d like that.”  

[mari-writes]

Bokuto, who had recently joined MSBY and secured some well-paying sponsorships, insists on taking Akaashi on a fancy vacation.

Even before they’d started dating, Bokuto had longed to treat his best friend to something special. Akaashi deserved the best, he insisted, with how much he helped Bokuto and the rest of Fukurodani.

Now, many years later, he can finally spoil Akaashi as much as he wants!

He pays for a taxi straight from Akaashi’s apartment to the airport. When they arrive, he surprises Akaashi with a booking in the private lounge, which offers complimentary drinks, pastries, and a view of planes taxiing to and fro on the tarmac.

“Wait, Koutarou,” Akaashi’s eyes are suspicious as they settle into a small plush booth, “isn’t this place reserved for upper class passengers?”

Bokuto just grins, winking over his glass of whisky. He knows the other man wouldn’t have agreed to book First Class if he’d known in advance.

Well, too bad! He chuckles to himself.

Akaashi sighs, exasperated. “I can’t believe you,” he mutters as he takes a sip of his gin and tonic. He looks out to the runway, to where a large jet is making its approach. Bokuto watches him, taking in the man’s beautiful profile, illuminated by the setting sun.

This will be good for him. Bokuto knows it. Akaashi will push back at first—the man has always been overly careful with both his time and money. But hopefully, eventually, he’ll unwind.

[a few hours later]

“Koutarou, this is way too much.”

Bokuto sniggers as he shoulders past his boyfriend and into the hotel room. He pulls both his and Akaashi’s suitcases in after him, carefully maneuvering them to the end of the king sized bed. “Oh hush! No it’s not!”

Akaashi’s scoff turns into a gasp as he glances into the bathroom. Bokuto knows he’s seeing the giant bathtub with jets that they’re no doubt going to be taking advantage of later that night.

The room is also equipped with a large flatscreen TV, a small plush sofa and ottoman, a work desk (which Bokuto will NOT be allowing his man to use), high-end toiletries, a coffee bar (another thing Akaashi will be banned from; he needs to detox!) and a balcony with lounge chairs.

“This is bigger than my first apartment.” Akaashi sounds a bit offended. Bokuto skips over to grab his wrist to pull him deeper into the room. He points excitedly towards the large wardrobe pushed against one wall. 

“C’mon, babe, open that little door right there!”

One perfect eyebrow raised, Akaashi shrugs his backpack off before reaching to open the cupboard. He gasps again upon seeing the hidden mini bar, complete with snacks, tonic waters, and a set of crystal drink glasses.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Akasashi snaps. But he’s immediately reaching inside for a drink, so Bokuto counts it as a victory.

[that evening]

The hotel’s rooftop restaurant and bar is bustling when they arrive. Thankfully, Bokuto had been sure to make a reservation, so they get seated immediately at the best table—tucked in the corner, with a fantastic view of the city below.

“Wow.” Akaashi gulps as they settle in. “This is…”

“Incredible? Beautiful? The best thing ever?” Bokuto wiggles his eyebrows.

“Fancy,” Akaashi corrects him. “Luxurious. EXPENSIVE.”

Bokuto shrugs, glancing down at the drink menu. “Get whatever you want, babe. It’s on me.” He ignores his boyfriend’s disgruntled huff. He is sure that eventually, Akaashi will start to relax and just let himself enjoy it.

(He’s willing to wait.)

With their drinks and food ordered, they fall into easy conversation. Bokuto watches with glee as Akaashi enthusiastically digs into his plate. The man is obviously not used to such delicacies, more accustomed to snacking on convenience store food and takeout.

“I think I like the sea urchin dish best,” Akaashi says, his rosy cheeks full of rice. As usual, a few grains have found their way onto his chin. His eyes are sparkling. 

Bokuto just grins.

[the next day]

“Koutarou, stop splashing.” 

“Sorry, babe!” Bokuto switches to a calm breast stroke as he approaches Akaashi. The resort’s pool is huge, allowing the already limited amount of guests to spread out enough to have plenty of their own space. Which is perfect—that last thing Bokuto wants his boyfriend to have to deal with this week is crowds.

Akaashi is floating lazily, elbows propped up on the edge. He glares, but there’s not much heat to it. “I could forgive you if you go find me a glass of rosé,” he says. Bokuto tuts. 

“You already had one.” Akaashi shrugs, causing Bokuto to laugh. “All right, but remember, we have that wine tasting class tonight! We don’t want you to show up to it already drunk, eh?”

Shrugging, Akaashi extends his legs. His ankles hook around Bokuto’s waist, capturing him and pulling forward. “You said this trip was for me,” Akaashi states, folding his legs further until their torsos are nearly touching. “Right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Bokuto’s hands find the pool edge, on either side of his boyfriend, intentionally capturing him back. “Anything for you, your highness.”

They stare at each other, heat quickly building in the space between. It’s a heat that is familiar, and oh-so exciting. But also a heat that is a bit too intense for a public space.

Begrudgingly, Bokuto pulls back, shifting his focus to retrieving the drink. He feels Akaashi’s eyes on him as he climbs out of the pool. He smirks. “Later,” he mouths, and delights at how the man’s ears go red.

[later that week]

Akaashi seems like a new person when he returns from the spa.

Bokuto knew that booking a massage for his boyfriend was of the utmost importance. The man’s grueling editor job had turned his once strong, nimble frame into a mess of knots.“How was it?” Bokuto asks as his boyfriend shuffles into the room. 

“Mmm,” Akaashi replies, blinking slowly. He’s dressed in a pair of joggers and a soft linen shirt, and the resort’s complimentary slippers. He makes it to where Bokuto is reading a magazine on the small sofa.

“Mmm?” Bokuto echoes, as Akaashi lowers himself into his lap. His hands slide up Bokuto’s chest and around his neck. “Keiji?” Bokuto’s arms circle Akaashi’s middle, noticing how the man’s body is still warm from the sauna.

He stays silent for a while, as Akaashi continues to melt further into his embrace. A mop of black curls is suddenly in his face as Akaashi’s head dips low, lips finding Bokuto’s neck. “Keiji,” he breathes.

“Hmm?” Akaashi smiles against his skin, making Bokuto shiver.

“You seem relaxed,” Bokuto says, biting his bottom lip as his boyfriend shifts slightly in his lap. “And, um, cuddly.”

Akaashi nods. Slowly, he pushes himself up so that they meet gazes. He leans forward to kiss Bokuto on the nose, each cheekbone, and then, finally, his lips.

“All thanks to you, love.”

[the final day]

Bokuto awakens slowly. It’s bright, even through the thick curtains, and he hears the sound of a bird chirping just outside the window.

He turns to see Akaashi dozing next to him, spread out on his back like a starfish. The massive bed allows him to without pushing Bokuto off the mattress—a common occurrence whenever they sleep together. 

(Not that Bokuto minds much; after all, his own snoring wakes Akaashi up all the time.)

Akaashi’s cheek is pressed into the silk pillowcase. His face is calm, without tension, free of the usual furrow to his brow he often does in his sleep. Bokuto can’t help but feel proud. He successfully got Akaashi Keiji, overworked manga editor and chronic over thinker, to relax!

He might just deserve a medal.

They don't have to check out until 11am, so Bokuto plans to let his man sleep as long as he needs.

Then, one last surprise—a special brunch at the fancy French cafe next door. 

He grins, satisfied.

Maybe he won't always have the means to do this for Akaashi. Who knows what the future holds. But for now, he's going to enjoy spoiling him as much as he can.

//

I totally forgot about this fic until I was looking through my WIPs this week. I know it’s random and unstructured, so apologies for that, but I didn’t just want it to trash it. SO here! If you enjoyed, please comment and share! 🥰💕

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Parley part 3

Tav stirred, silk cool against her back. She tried to sit up and instead found herself held in place by a gentle, firm hand.

'Ah-ah,' said Raphael, tutting. 'You're still fragile, my sweet little mouse. Don't move.'

'The hells am I doing here?' She blinked, attempting to orient herself. The sparkling, inviting waters of the rejuvenation pool flowed musically before her.

'Resting,' he said, an edge to his voice. He stroked a soothing thumb across her shoulders; the wounds had become raised scars, undeniably permanent and faintly purple against her skin. 'So sorry,' he said, not sounding sorry at all. 'It's my understanding you wear your scars with pride. How on earth are you going to explain these to your friends? The wizard and the vampire, my goodness. They will be so angry.'

'Not at me,' she said, trying to extricate herself from his grip and failing.

'Stay,' he said sternly.

'I don't take orders from you,' she spat.

'You do tonight,' he said, pushing her back. 'Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be, foolish girl. I've healed your wounds but you still need rest. No arguments.' He held a goblet to her lips. 'Drink.'

She had no choice; if he wanted her dead, he would've just let her bleed out, she reasoned. When she took a mouthful, it was just wine, sweet and heady.

'Trying to get me drunk, are you?' she croaked.

'Much as seeing you drunk would be utterly delightful,' he said, smirking a little, 'it's simply a kindness. It tastes good, yes?'

'Yes. But-'

'I know. You need water. But first, the wine.' She drank, watched him set it down.

'Why am I here? Why didn't you take me back home?'

'You think I trust those fools with your care? Come now, sweetling. They had no faith in you coming here, they didn't trust you, and yet they let you walk into my House. If I am as terrible as they believe, they have knowingly condemned you to death. Think on that.'

Tav's lips pulled back in a snarl. Weak as she was, she was not so pliant as he thought her to be. 'You're taking advantage, Raphael.'

'Of what?' His eyes narrowed. 'If I wanted your body I would simply take it. If I wanted your soul i would simply rip it from you,' he growled. 'You vexing girl-'

'Well, I'm at your mercy now, aren't I? My body is weak, my head is full of fog, I'm in your bed for fuck sake- my plan went so wrong. So catastrophically wrong. So whatever chance you have, this is your best shot.'

'I don't want to take what I want.' his hands either side of her head curled into the silks, crumpling them into his fists. 'You lie to yourself constantly. I know you do because every time I near your heart quickens. Stop lying. Stop lying to yourself, stop lying to those hapless fools, stop lying to me.'

'What the fuck are you talking about?' she asked in genuine bafflement.

'Oh, little mouse. Little mouse. You...' He closed his eyes, breathed out through his nose in frustration. For several long moments he simply hovered over her, and then he spoke. 'Surrender.'

'Never,' she said immediately. The cold dark power within her chest purred in satisfaction.

'Such a brave little thing,' he rasped. 'But alright. I respect that. You leave when you are healthy, and not before.'

She considered. 'Fine.'

He snapped his fingers, a contract appearing. 'Be fair, now.'

She sighed in annoyance, signed the paper. 'Alright. And I suppose you want to seal the deal.'

'Of course,' he whispered, dipping his head to kiss her soundly. His weight pushed her into the mattress, and her head swam. A spark of something in her chest, something cold and hungry, woke. Tendrils of shadow crept from her mouth, freezing and sharp, and the devil jolted backwards, eyes wide in shock and, to Tav's astonishment, fear.

'No. No, that can't be- he didn't-'

'Who? What's happening? What the hells are you talking about, Raphael?!'

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[veshiro]

Million Dollar Man - Rui Kamishiro

x fem!reader

-> in which you find yourself saved by Rui pretending to be your boyfriend...

notes: yes, there will be a part two ;)

It started off with innocent glances that you could only pass off as observing. It hadn’t bothered you that someone seemed to occupy their eyes on you as it felt harmless. A man across the room was swirling his glass around in his hand, watching as the liquid topples around the sides, while having his gaze linger on you.

Tsukasa had invited the troupe to his after-party with his acting class to celebrate a great show, and naturally, you got to come along. At this point it felt as if you were an honorary member, occasionally helping to polish off scripts and brainstorm plots with their director, but you weren’t much of an actor yourself. The troupe mingles amongst themselves until Rui branches off first, choosing to make conversation with one of the professionals to gain some insight into his own skills. Nene clings to your side knowing you aren’t the type to butt into a conversation like the others. You accept a beverage generously offered by the class and are pleased to find it’s tart cherry sparkling water. 

“If Tsukasa wasn’t having the time of his life with his classmates I think I would go congratulate him,” You speak to Nene first, breaking the slightly awkward silence between the two of you. 

“He’ll come around eventually,” She replies, “he can never get too much attention.”

You laugh lightly and drink more of the water, the aftertaste leaving you thirsty from the tartness. It felt wrong to be standing silent in the middle of the room, or maybe it was the social anxiety creeping up to make you question yourself.

“Should we introduce ourselves around? Join one of the others?” 

Emu seemed to be having the time of her life. The girl was laughing with the actor who starred as Wendy and appeared to be doing fine on her own. Rui looked intrigued by his conversation with an older, wise-looking man. No doubt he was gaining critical information he could use for the next performance. 

“I’m going to head to the restrooms,” Nene announces and points down the hallway. 

“I’ll wait.”

She seemed pleased by your words and offered a small smile and nod before departing. Staying true to your word, you stayed put and occasionally sipped on the beverage until the glass was empty. You make a mental note to grab a refill before everyone leaves.

“What is a fine girl like you doing alone in a place like this?” 

You flinch slightly, not expecting a deep voice to be right next to your ear. Nonetheless, you keep your cool appearance and turn around, not entirely surprised to see your not-so-secret admirer from earlier. Choosing to ignore his rather sexual comments, you take a steady step back to gain some distance. 

“I’m with my friends, actually. One of them was in the play.”

“I don’t see anyone with ya. I won’t abandon ya like they did.” 

His smirk is lopsided in a dark way, a grin full of malice. Alarms immediately set off in your body, but it wasn’t like you could do much against him, and he knew that. Your eyes search and search but you’ve lost sight of Rui, and you can’t exactly turn around to quickly spot the others. 

Where is Nene? Can’t she hurry up just this once?

“I’m not interest, sorry.”

Apologizing made you feel icky inside, but it’s best to seem polite and not to provoke a man like him. 

“Oh come on. What are you, a student?”

Lie. 

“A graduate.” You say curtly.

“I don’t believe that.” 

You want to crawl into a hole and die to cleanse yourself of the ick this man gives you. He senses your unease and knows that he has the advantage.

Where did everyone go?

“Why don’t we…” He steps closer, a smell of cigarettes and alcoholic makes you almost gag, “have some fun?” 

“I’m–” You swallow.

“Ah, dearest! There you are,” A firm hand wraps around your waist and pulls you close. “I was wondering where you had run off to.” 

A flood of sweet vanilla fills your nostrils and easily combats the foul scent of the creep. The moment the scent settled you knew who it was and calmed down. 

Is this the game we’re playing? You shoot the question silently with a pointing gaze. His cheshire smile says enough.

“I was waiting for our friend,” You don’t dare say her name, just in case. “She should be on her way back anytime now.”

Rui nods in understanding and turns his attention to the creep. His gaze locks, his eyes narrow, and if looks could kill, the creep would be in the deepest pit of hell.

“Have a kick out of making my girl uncomfortable during a celebration as lively as this?”

You hate to admit it, but hearing that term of endearment stirs something inside of you. Was it adoration? Gratefulness? It couldn’t possible be anything more, now that would be troublesome, wouldn’t it?

“She’s yours? I’m sorry, didn’t know, dude.”

A look of disgust crosses your friend’s face before the creep’s words even burn into your mind.

“She isn’t just an object to lay claim to,” His grip on your waist tightens, and you don’t think he even realizes. “She’s her own person. A smart, independent, and fucking capable woman.”

Damn. If you hadn’t had any sort of feelings for Rui before, you certainly do now. No one has defended you with such passion and demand before. It felt nice. Validating. 

“You–” The creep points a finger and tries to step closer to the two of you, but Rui is quick to shut that attempt down. He pulls you slightly behind him, and by now the attention of others has been attracted. 

“I suggest you stand down,” Rui smirks and plays with a pen he had been holding to take notes in his pocket notebook. He always insisted on bringing it wherever because 'you never know when inspiration may strike'. “Wouldn’t want to cause a scene now would we?”

The creep grumbles and contemplates his options. It wasn’t looking good for him, and the troupe had gathered behind you and Rui to back him away even more. He seems to decide you weren’t worth the wrath of the man protecting you and backs away, leaving the venue with a pissed off attitude. 

“You’re okay?” Rui’s persona switches around completely. His once malicious-laced words are now soft and cushion any hurt that creep may have inflicted. 

“I’m okay.”

He smiles and his hand draws back. Your waist feels oddly cold now. And just like that, everything goes back to normal.

[scarredlove]

Across the Waves

I wrote this... then stopped... decided to come back to it at midnight... whoops

Sun got a fic from me so... who's next~?

Forgive any mistakes or weird phrases

Even the night was gloomy. Not even one sparkling speck in the sky.

Your sandals separated your feet from the now cold sand, but didn't stop the few strays from sticking in between your toes. "Moon?" You called out, looking out at the span of the beach front, black waves washing the shore to your right, large rocks and trees lining your left.

Today, all of the boys had wanted out of the tank and to stretch their legs out. Eclipse wasn't always the most talkative, but as the biggest out of the lot (and the most stern), you had no worry when he ventured out by himself. He certainly had a presence to not be messed with. However, Moon was different.

Not that he couldn't take care of himself, being the most sneaky out of the trio had it's advantages... Until it pushes Sun a bit off the bend and he accidentally dirties his brother's bright yellow garb. If it had been Eclipse, or even reversed, it probably would have just made the whole event funnier. But not when one of your slugs was the largest germaphobe you'd had the pleasure to meet.

"Moony?" You called again, still no obvious 7ft slug man in sight. Of course, you didn't blame Moony. You did try to warn him that your drink was on the edge of the stout coffee table but by then, it was too late. The Hypselodoris Obscura startling its brother back and knocking the drink in the process.

An incident like this was very much like any regular family, a small thing blown out of proportion. But until it was clean enough again, Sunny wouldn't be able to return the water. So as much there was slight tension, you'd quickly thrown it into the wash before coming out here to hunt the culprit. You knew it would be fine, and so did Sun (behind all the frustrated grumbles). Now time to reassure blue boy.

A gentle hum reached your ears. Or at least, within your mind. You looked over to the trees and caught the faintest speckled glow. They were certainly not there a second ago. Chuckling softly, you made your way to the sulking incarnate of the moon, the musical mumbles growing in volume. Behind the scrawny trunks, Moon was crouched down to the half grass, half sand ground, both arms wrapped around his torso.

"Hey there." Though he already knew you were there, it never hurt to inform him that he was indeed found. He didn't look up to you, the back of his cloak losing its glow to return hidden in the shadows. "You ok, big baby?"

The bells on the large hood rang as he turned his head slightly to you, though you still couldn't see him. "Is Sunny angry?" He asked solemnly. Stepping around the train of his coat, you knelt down beside him to see he'd bent down before a little pool of water. You weren't sure if anything was within it, but didnt chance dipping your fingers in.

A small laugh left you. "You know he can never stay angry at you." You thought for a second. "At least, until he gets to scold you for being a menace to his wellbeing." A raspy chuckle was your response. Good. "So, am I going to have you drag you back, or do you want to stay here a bit longer?" Moon outstretched a hand to glide over the small pool before you both, the circular movements almost hypnotic.

Moon said nothing, though did return to his melody. It was a gentle song, he would hum it on occasion but it was always welcomed. And every time he did, you would catch his shoulders loosening up, the tension easing from his form. Seeing his back droop a little bit, you rose a hand and pressed it to his back, rubbing up and down for a few moments, a sigh leaving your sweet Obscura. "Sorry." The hood murmured, his face still hidden. "Knocked your drink." He elaborated.

"It's ok, Moony." You shrugged. "It'd probably been cold for ages. May as well be poison by that point."

He chuckled again, the tone not as croaky, and leaned into your touch. "Then I'm not sorry. I saved you."

A gasp left your lips in return. "What a generous hero you are!" Your free hand rose and pressed against your chest for added theatrics. "You should be rewarded instead!"

Red eyes turned to meet yours finally, the off-white glow of his pupils soft like his namesake. There was a charming grin on his face but you could see tiredness in the expression too, the mental strain of an internal war having taken its toll on him until he clawed back to himself. From him shifting, the hand on his back moved to his shoulder, cupping him whilst rubbing small circles with your thumb like his fingers across the dark liquid.

Dropping the arm from his chest, his hand moved to lay over yours on his shoulder, scooping up your dinky digits in his much larger hand and nuzzled his cheek over the knuckles, eyes closing as he red against them like a tiny pillow. "Warm." He noted softly, moving to press the back of your palm to his chin. "My sweet sea star..." His voice echoed in your head, making you sigh gently.

"C'mon..." you started, "we should get home before the other-"

He tugged you into his chest. Face planting into the ruffles of his gown. His hand leaving yours to secure your middle to his. An arm wrapping around your shoulders... Which all sounds nice enough... Until you feel wet fingertips rub the back of your neck. Body temperature falling drastically as stray droplets worked their way down your back. "MOON-!"

He ripped away from you just as fast as he pulled you in, leaving you stretching and almost scratching the coldness away from your throat as quickly as possible, though making you look like a maniac in the process. He was giggling and cackling to himself, standing back up on his feet though not too far away for you to see his face and glare at his betrayal.

"Alright boy. That's it." He stopped his laughter, the grin was still etched on his face as he watched you slowly take off your sandals and rise, the sand smooth against your toes. "You better run before you have to face both Sun AND my anger!"

The laughing resumed and he ran away as you gave chase, though, the way he was 'running' was more like a weird crab scurrying away. Making him looking like a little gremlin in your eyes. But he never outrun you. Always remained the same distance as you both ran back home. Where Moon was promptly scolded by his sunnier twin before being welcomed back home.

[ecl1pwze]

Hi, can I request Gojo (top) x Yuuta (bottom) one shot from jjk? At a dance party with nobles, Yuuta - who just joined for the first time felt out of place and awkward, Gojo invited him to dance even though Yuuta didn't know how to dance Have a good day!

Sure thing !! Credits to @d-oie , @ecojinri and @cafekitsune for the dividers !! Have a nice day and enjoy !! :p

「 DANCE 」

➥ Gojo x Yuuta

➥ nsfw + fluff

➥ 1072 words

The night air was thick with the pulsating beat of music and the chatter of high-society nobles at the extravagant gala. Amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, Yuuta felt like a fish out of water, his awkward fumbling with the champagne flute betraying his nervousness. He had never attended one of these elite events before, and the pressure to perform was suffocating. Just as he was about to make a hasty exit, a warm hand closed around his elbow, spinning him around to face Gojo's radiant smile. "Having fun, newbie?" Gojo teased, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Yuuta swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "N-not really..." he admitted, his cheeks burning. Gojo chuckled, the sound like velvet against Yuuta's skin. "Well, let's change that." And with that, he took Yuuta's hand, leading him onto the dance floor.

The music was hypnotic, the notes weaving together in a sensual rhythm that made Yuuta's pulse quicken. But he had no idea how to dance, his attempts at following Gojo's lead ending in stumbling chaos. Gojo couldn't help but laugh at Yuuta's flailing attempts, his own body moving with effortless grace as he guided the clumsy noble through the steps. "Relax," he coaxed, his voice low and soothing. "Feel the music, let it guide you." Yuuta nodded, his gaze flicking between Gojo's face and the floor, trying to commit the unfamiliar steps to memory. Gradually, he began to settle into the rhythm, his body starting to sway in time with the pulsing beat. Gojo's hand slid down to rest on the small of Yuuta's back, a gentle pressure urging him to move closer. Yuuta's breath caught in his throat as he felt the heat of Gojo's body, the scent of his cologne mingling with the heady aroma of champagne. In that moment, all his nervousness melted away, replaced by a sense of exhilaration and desire. He lost himself in Gojo's eyes, drinking in the promise he saw reflected there. And as they moved together, lost in their own world of sensation and pleasure, Yuuta knew that this was exactly where he belonged.

As the song drew to a close, Gojo brought Yuuta's hand up to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the sensitive skin. "You're a quick learner," he murmured, his breath tickling Yuuta's ear. Yuuta shivered, feeling a thrill course through him at the intimate gesture. "Thanks to you," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Gojo's gaze roamed over Yuuta's face, taking in the flush of pleasure that colored his skin, the sparkle of admiration in his eyes. He felt a surge of pride and possessiveness, a primal urge to claim the man in his arms as his own. The music switched to a slower, more sensual tempo, and Gojo took advantage of the change to pull Yuuta closer, their bodies molding together in a perfect fit. As they danced, lost in the hypnotic rhythm and each other's touch, Gojo knew that this was just the beginning of their story together. And he was ready to write every thrilling, passionate chapter with Yuuta by his side.

In the aftermath of the gala, as the last strains of music faded away and the glittering decorations were packed up, Gojo and Yuuta found themselves lingering on the empty dance floor. The magic of the night still lingered in the air, a palpable tension that made every nerve endings tingle with anticipation. Gojo's hand drifted up to cup Yuuta's cheek, his thumb brushing over the soft skin in a tender caress. Yuuta's breath hitched, his gaze locking onto Gojo's as if mesmerized. "You look stunning tonight," Gojo said, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want to see more of that confidence shine through." Yuuta's heart raced at the implicit promise in Gojo's words. He knew, without a doubt, that this was his chance to take a step closer to the man he admired and loved. With a soft, tentative smile, Yuuta reached up to thread his fingers through Gojo's, their hands intertwined as they swayed to the silent beat of their own private rhythm. In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of glamour and the heady scent of possibility, Yuuta knew he was ready to embrace whatever the future held - as long as he had Gojo by his side.

As the first hints of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the city, Gojo and Yuuta finally made their way back to Gojo's luxurious penthouse apartment. The night's events had left them both breathless and wanting more, a tangible tension simmering between them like a pot about to boil over. Once inside, Gojo led Yuuta straight to the plush, oversized bed that dominated the bedroom, the velvety softness of the sheets inviting them to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. As Yuuta began to undress, Gojo's eyes followed the movement, drinking in the sight of each newly exposed inch of creamy skin. His own clothes quickly followed suit, until they stood before each other, naked and unashamed. The air was heavy with desire, the only sound the soft rustle of skin against skin as they reached for each other. And as their bodies finally touched, a low, primal moan escaped Gojo's lips, his need for Yuuta overwhelming every other thought. Gojo's hands roamed over Yuuta's body with a desperate hunger, mapping every curve and valley as if trying to commit the feeling of skin on skin to memory. Yuuta trembled under the onslaught, his own hands mirroring Gojo's, exploring the contours of his lover's frame with a growing sense of possession. As they kissed, their tongues danced in a sensual duel, each attempting to claim the other's breath, their very essence. Gojo's hardness pressed insistently against Yuuta's belly, a reminder of the desire that threatened to consume them both. With a low growl, he rolled them onto their sides, his hips grinding against Yuuta's in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation was almost too much, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through Yuuta's veins. He gasped into the kiss, his own arousal straining against his stomach, begging for release. Gojo's teeth scraped against Yuuta's lower lip, a playful warning. "Not yet," he murmured against his skin. "I want to savor every moment of this." And with that, he deepened the kiss once more, lost in the intoxicating taste and touch of the man he loved.

A/N: this was kinda rushed ??? had sm fun writing this tho !! I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading till here !! Have a good day !!

[gurugirl]

hey babes! i hope this is okay! maybe cop!harry and the reader are in the same area and she’s out with some friends at a bar and he just got off of a late shift and needed a drink (him and his wife are fighting about him wanting a divorce) but he sees y/n in https://pin.it/3VULLvs and he’s a sucker for pleated skirts and pigtails. y/n knew she looked hot and she wore it with confidence. but anyways, y/n is on the dance floor with some friends and they’re just having some fun, when a guy comes up behind her and they start dancing and having fun. ofc harry can’t say or do anything because he’s a familiar face around there. but maybe she goes back to her table for a drink refresher (they’re in the back of the club) and harry follows her. the light setting is dark since it’s a club but harry sets y/n in his lap so she can feel how hard he is. and it doesn’t help that she’s not wearing panties. and he gets super jealous and starts sliding his cock in. her friends come back for a few minutes and chat with her and harry. he stated she was a bit tipsy and couldn’t keep her balance so he was holding onto her to keep her steady. he shifts a few times just to move inside her. and when they finally leave he starts f*cking her. and she tells him to stop bc there are people around. and he’s so condescending about it, but it makes her so wet and he uses that to his advantage. and she locks eyes with someone and cums on the spot. and he can’t stop being condescending about it and saying how she’s a show off, etc. i’m sorry i’m not trying to take over this blurb request lmao

A/n: HI ANON! Once again, obligatory apologies for taking so long to get to this! SORRY! But here it is! Hope you enjoy! 1.5k words

Warning: SMUT - exhibitionism kink (public sex), degradation

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You had moved to London and into a small apartment with Harry that he had begun renting when Gillienne kicked him out. It wasn’t much but it was nice to be with the man you’d fallen in love with. But the big problem was that he was still going through a terrible divorce and you needed to keep your relationship on the down low for a bit longer. Just until things settled with his divorce. He didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire and get into more trouble than he had.

He wasn’t going to lose his job for cheating on his wife or going through a divorce, but it still looked bad and his boss needed the issue to be kept as quiet as possible. So, you two never got to really go out and enjoy your time together as a couple.

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t go out with your friends. Now that you lived in London you got to see your friends regularly again.

And tonight, you were letting loose. Harry had a late shift and you probably wouldn’t see him until the next morning.

Dressed in a cute little plaid skirt and crop top, knee-high socks, and pigtails, you were asking for trouble. You just knew if Harry saw you he’d bend you over his knee and spank you. But maybe part of you hoped he’d see you out with your friends looking adorable and slutty.

The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies. You were a tiny bit tipsy but you were just having fun. When one of your guy friends came up behind you and started dancing you just lifted your arms and swayed your hips. Everyone was laughing and singing along to the songs playing.

But what you didn’t know was that Harry had finished his shift and he and his co-worker stopped at the bar for a drink after their long day. At that point, the bar was clearing out a bit, but you were still dancing with all your friends. And looking super cute while you did it.

When the bartender shouted ‘last call’ you made a beeline to the bar to get yourself sparkling water to rehydrate and catch your breath. You took a big gulp and gasped at how thirsty you were.

Suddenly a large hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you away from the bar. You shot your head in the direction of the offender and realized it was Harry. He was frowning as he dragged you to a booth table in the corner and pulled you into his lap. He leaned your back into his chest and put his mouth to your ear, “What the fuck are you doing out looking like this, and dancing with other guys, Y/n?” He knew you were with your friends but it still didn’t make him happy to see you with your tiny skirt while another guy danced behind you getting a view of what was his. Sometimes he was a bit too jealous for his own good. But you liked it.

You grinned and turned your face to see the man and you wiggled your bottom over him, “Just having some fun. Those guys are my friends. You don’t need to worry.”

Harry looked around to make sure no one saw you two as he nudged you upward. You looked behind yourself to see that Harry was unbuckling his pants. He pulled at your hips to have you sit back down over him and you could feel his erection laying against your bottom. You were wearing a skimpy thong and your skirt covered up Harry’s lap and what he was about to do.

“I don’t care if they’re your friends. Look at this,” he slid his fingers under the crotch of your panties and lifted his shiny fingers, “you’re all wet, baby. That’s only for me.”

Harry shifted himself and pushed you forward as he dragged the thin cotton material from your panties to the side and pushed his bulbous crown into your wet hole, “Mmm… it’s only yours. You know that,” you moaned as you settled back into his lap fully with his cock inside of you, “I only got wet once I realized you were here anyway. I can’t get wet for anyone but you.”

Harry huffed and began to rock into you. You were slick on his cock as Harry had one hand around your waist, holding your back close to his chest and his other hand he held the back of your neck, “I know. My little slut only gets wet for me…” Harry groaned in your ear and you put your palms flat on the table in front of you as you started to get knocked upward at his thrusts. The dark corner was perfect for what you were doing.

When one of your friends approached after finally spotting you she looked relieved, “There you are! I was so… oh? I uh… sorry!” She hesitated when she realized you were sitting on a cop’s lap. Harry was in full uniform of course.

“She was very tipsy, and couldn’t stand straight. Just trying to keep her from falling,” Harry spits out fast. But your friend gives you both a look that says she’s not quite buying it but she smiles at you as you nod and she leaves you be. All of your friends already knew you were living in London with a cop. They knew the story so there wasn’t any hiding the truth from them. It was clear you were getting fucked (or something close) in the corner of a bar by the cop you’d told them all about.

Harry began to rail into you harder once the coast was clear. Your moans and soppy noises were all covered up by the loud people in the bar and the music in the background. The music had been turned down quite a bit after the last call was done. Harry kept you held close to his body, his arm holding you tight to him, his cock lodging deep into your guts, your pussy making a big mess on the front of his pants.

You roll your eyes to the back of your head when he starts kissing your neck. Soon enough, you two won’t have to act like you’re strangers. You’ll be able to be out in the open, but for now, fucking in dark corners is risky but fun. Probably not wise.

“I’m gonna fill you up so that when you go back to your friends you have to clench to hold it all in. You will only be able to think of me for the rest of the night.”

You reach your hand down under your skirt and begin to rub your clit. Your mouth is hung open at the feel of Harry’s thick cock stuffed so deep inside of you and your fingers running over your clit are also petting over the base of his shaft as he thrusts up into you.

“Can I come too? Please?” You pant out your words and Harry grunts and bites your earlobe.

“Little slut wants to come, does she? Like being fucked in public in front of all your friends? You’re a little showoff aren’t you? Yeah? My little whore wants everyone to see her tiny skirt and wants to come in public?” Harry’s thrusts were harsh and deep. He couldn’t pull out to the tip like he normally would when fucking you because it would be too noticeable. But the way you were being fucked was delicious and lewd and so deep.

“Yes! Please! I’m your whore and I just want to come on your cock,” you turned your face so you could speak toward Harry as he moaned softly and you felt his body tense up behind you.

“Come, then. Get off on my cock like a slut. Fuck!” Harry’s last word was a shout and was rather loud as he began pouring into you.

You felt his cock twitching and releasing inside of your body as you fell apart on him. You bit your lip to keep quiet, your juices gushing out around him and onto the vinyl seat below.

Harry laughed and kissed your neck as he moved you off of him once you stopped clenching and pulsing around him, and he straightened your thong back out to cover your drippy pussy, “Always so messy for me. Since day one. Aren’t you?”

Your chest was still heaving and your cheeks were pink and hot as you nodded at him, “You make me so messy, Officer. I can’t help it.”

Harry looked around again and pulled you back to him by the back of your neck and kissed your lips. When he let go he had a big grin on his face and he shook his head, “That’s right. I make you all messy don’t I? See you soon?” You nodded as he walked toward the bar to pay his tab and you went back to your friends who were waiting for you to finish up whatever it is you and the cop were doing in the dark corner. You and Harry both left the bar at different times with different people even though you were both going back to the same flat. You couldn’t wait to show off your man to the world once everything had settled. But until then, you were satisfied and happy to have him all to yourself.

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Paradise | kinktober 2024 | “richer, richest”

prompt: bathtub sex

pairing: alex/one of my many girls

word count: 4071

song: “music to watch boys to” by lana del rey

contains: references to fiddler on the roof and fun in acapulco, banter, alex in a hammock, drinking, bathing and washing, handjobs

The cool night air kissed his forehead as he climbed into the hammock with a freshly made Manhattan in one hand. He had taken off his shirt and relished in the fact that Birmingham beckoned a bit of rain come the morning after. What a good show! And a hot one at that: though he never expected to sweat all that much given he didn’t wear all that much, he still stripped down to his underwear and took advantage of one of the canvas hammocks right outside of the hotel lobby. His curls had been drenched, and enough to where a few of them stuck onto the side of his neck as if he had just taken a shower, but he vowed to take one once his heartbeat calmed down and he had finished his drink as well.

Right before the show, he had told those two girls that he would be waiting for them in his room afterwards like Elvis in Acapulco, complete with a drink in hand.

He set the glass down on the edge of the canvas, right next to his hip, and he rested his other hand upon his bare chest. His fingers crept over his bare skin and the fine hair beginning to sprout up. His skin, though warm and glossy with sweat, seemed to glow under the golden light of the outside lamps, a tender soft porcelain as smooth like that of milk.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the lead of his band, with those thick molasses-colored coils flowing back from his head, or his twin guitarist, with that smooth jet-black hair that seemed to float over his head like water. All the hair and all the sweat and all the dark leather and denim that could possibly be a dream to him not even a few years before then.

He opened his eyes and thought about adding a little more to his relaxation session there in the hammock, especially when he had a big strong cocktail in hand. Something to get him a little more comfortable, especially once those two girls showed up. He sipped on the little black straw tucked in his glass as an airplane sailed overhead and a few passersby down below chattered in those big loud Brommie accents.

The drink hit his parched throat, when he caught the sound of a knock on the door in bedroom. He then cleared his throat and raised his head out from the head of the hammock.

“Come in!” he called out in the biggest, fullest voice he could do.

The door swung open, and Q sidled into the room, her hair pinned up against her head with sparkling black bobby pins adorned with what looked like little roses and her body wrapped up in a fitted black dress dotted with little skulls.

“Oh, hi,” he said as he lay his head back down on the canvas and put his hand back underneath his head. She strode on over to him with what looked like a dark red bottle of bubble bath in one hand, and her handbag in the other, and she stood in the doorway with a sly smirk on her face. It was there he realized the dots on her bobby pins were tiny bejeweled skulls: they sparkled like glitter under the golden light of the outside lights.

“Where’s our hibiscus?” he asked her with a gesture to the balcony.

“She’s talking up to one of your band mates,” Q replied, “the rhythm guitarist who has been sweet-talking her since yesterday.” She then showed him a little smile. “Hibiscus, is that what you called her?”

“Our girl who wants to take us to Hawai’i when the time comes,” he stated with a slight raise of one eyebrow. “And she’s been talking to him, really? I’m jealous.”

“He cooked her a big pastrami sandwich on some marbled rye bread yesterday,” Q said, and she twirled the bottle of bubble bath about in her fingers. “And you know us, too, babe—we like to do things from a multiple standpoint.”

“Not sure if he understands that,” he confessed in a low voice, and he sipped on his Manhattan a little more.

“She’ll be joining us once we get things moving along here, though,” Q vowed, and she showed him the bottle of bubble bath, and he had a feeling that it was going to smell of spices and her bloody kisses.

“I could use a little bath,” he confessed to her as he tucked his free hand behind his head. He rested the base of the glass on the side of his stomach, to which the condensation sent a chill over his body. It felt good, however, perhaps more so than the cooler British weather in comparison to the heat of the show from before.

“Would you like me to join you in the hammock?” she offered him as she set her purse down on the floor next to edge of the door, and she cradled the bottle of bubble bath in both hands as if she was offering him the sword to lend him into battle.

“I’m all kinds of sweaty, though,” he pointed out. “You saw us out there, it was like a sweatshop.”

“I’d chill in there with you,” Q insisted. “And I’m pretty damn sure Jay would cozy up next to you, too. Neither of us care how schweaty you are.”

He burst out laughing at that.

“Schweaty? Schweaty on the schlemiel with this old schlub?” And she laughed at that as well.

“Well, it’s just…” Q eyed his body, his long legs and the way that he held the glass of Manhattan next to his belly and kept one hand right under his head. The way a few tendrils of hair plastered themselves onto the side of his neck and his shoulder. He hooded his eyes at her, and he took another sip, that time he caught a taste of the bitters fused with the cherries.

“What?” He raised his eyebrows at her, and he gave the glass a slight swirl.

“Look at you,” she remarked with a gesture to his body.

He ran his tongue along his top row of teeth, along those buck teeth.

“Tevye. Look at you. Just… look at your body.”

“Look at me the way you look at life,” he said with a raise of his glass. “L’chaim!” He tugged the straw out of the cocktail and then drank down the rest of it in one fell swoop. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his curls.

“You couldn’t have bought me a Cosmo?” she asked him, slightly wounded.

“After we have our bath, I’ll take you downstairs for a quick little whipping up of a girly drink for one of my two girlies,” he promised her in a single breath. “If Jay comes back between now and then, we’ll get her a daiquiri.” He knitted his eyebrows at that. “She does like daiquiri, right?”

“She likes a daiquiri, she likes sex on the beach and a screaming orgasm, too,” Q told him with a straight face, to which he raised his eyebrows once again.

“She likes a screaming orgasm, really?” he chuckled. “As much as she likes to breathe and gasp and what have you. A nice chilly creamy screaming orgasm right between the teeth?”

Q nodded her head in enthusiasm.

“She likes amaretto and Kahlua,” she replied. “She likes the Caress, too. Irish cream with orange liqueur. They don’t call her big mama for no reason.”

“You got that right, woof,” he muttered, and he leaned over the edge of the hammock and set down the glass on the concrete of the balcony. Q stooped over and picked it up with one hand.

“By the way, I love that dress on you,” he told her.

“You do?” She tucked his empty glass in the hand with the bottle of bubble bath, and she ran that free hand down the hourglass shape of her body, right down her hip.

“I do. Very cute and makes me wanna touch you some more.”

“You wanna take a bath?” she offered him, and she showed him a playful little smile.

“You know it,” he told her as he swung the hammock a bit with nothing more than his hips; he could feel the sweat beading some more up on his brow. “You and me in that big tub with that big red bottle in one hand? Yes, please.” He swayed the hammock a bit more, and he rolled over onto the side of the canvas, albeit to no avail.

“You want some help?” Q offered him, and she set the bottle of bubble bath down next to her purse.

“Maybe,” he grunted out as the hammock kept on swinging underneath him. He rolled over onto his stomach and tried to put one foot down onto the concrete, but he was swinging too hard.

“Here, let me help you—” Q spoke too soon as the hammock swung back and he rolled right out onto the concrete floor of the balcony. But then he sat up all the way right as the underside of the canvas brushed against his head, and he showed her a toothy smile.

“That’s one way to do it,” he declared, and he rubbed his hands together. Q giggled at that, and she offered him her helping hands. He stumbled up to his feet and ran his fingers through his hair again. “Yeah, let’s have a bath.”

“Bath babe,” she decreed with a gentle pat of his svelte little belly, and then she picked up the empty glass, while he scooped up her purse and the bottle of bubble bath from the spot next to the door frame. He walked back into the room first, and she slid the door closed behind them. She then shook her head at the sight of his room, and he noticed her in the reflection of the mirror over the sink on the other side of the room.

“What?” he asked her.

“Such a messy boy!” she declared. “You couldn’t have made your bed?”

“I’m going to!” he insisted, and then he dropped his shorts right then. “First things first.”

“I should tell you that the bubble bath smells lovely,” Q assured him as she set his empty glass down on the table against the wall.

“Let us relish in it,” he declared with a slight shake of his bare ass to her. She lunged for him to give him a pinch, and then he scampered into the bathroom with the bottle in hand.

A big spacious room with a large L-shaped pearly white tub big enough for the two of them as well as Jay, his lead singer, and his rhythm guitarist, and he dropped the plug into the drain and switched on the faucet in the pivot part of the tub, cold first followed by the hot water.

“I reckon we don’t need that much water,” he said when he heard her walk into the room right behind him, to which she pinched his bare ass and then tickled the small of his back. He arched his back and stepped out of her way. She had unscrewed the bottle and poured a small dollop of the rich red bubble bath, the same color as lush, freshly pressed red wine.

“Okay, now… oh, wow, that does smell lovely,” he remarked. “Is that cinnamon?”

“Cardamom,” she replied as she set another pair of smaller dark red bottles on the edge of the tub next to the washcloths. “Jay tells me it’s a major aphrodisiac amongst other things.” She stuck her hand down into the water right under the faucet head to stimulate the suds. A small bubble floated up to his face, and he looked on at his own reflection. The fact the water was going to be warm only made him sweat a little more, but he knew for a fact that the long-haired boy in the reflection of the bubble was going to relish every part of it. He watched Q take off her dress from behind, to which she glimpsed over her shoulder at him and showed a little smile.

He eyed the full hourglass shape of her body as well as the way her ass hung right next to his head. Her dress fell to the carpeted bath mat on the floor, and then she followed it up with a drop of her bra down her arms and her panties down her legs.

The water rose up to where it looked as though they were going to have their legs completely submerged, and Q climbed in, right foot first, followed by the left. He watched her take her spot right next to the faucet, and she switched it off right then. Suds stacked up on top of each other all across the surface of the water, all of which smelled of that warm, delicate anise smell of cardamom.

“Come on in, baby,” she coaxed him as she began taking the bobby pins out of her hair. He set one foot in, followed by the other, to which he gasped at the feeling against his skin.

“Oh, my god, the water’s perfect,” he told her as he took his seat on the bottom. The surface of the water rose above his belly button so his thighs were completely covered in the suds. He leaned back as if to recline on the wall of the tub, but he instead lay down flat on his back. His curls submerged under the water, and the water whirred inside of his ears. The water surrounded the perimeter of his face, and he could feel his waist rising up from the water. He glanced to his left to see Q showing him a smile.

“It’s like you’re undergoing a baptism, babe,” she told him.

“I’m absolutely undergoing one of those,” he retorted back to her, and then he sat upright on the bottom of the tub. His hair stuck to his back, his ribs, and the backs of his arms for a few seconds before the curls sprang up against his skin. He cupped his hands into the water on his lap and splashed it up onto his face. He cupped his hands again, and he splashed more water onto his chest and shoulders. He shook his head about, and his hair plastered to his face and neck: he peeked through the drenched tendrils at her.

“You look like water,” she told him as her hair fell to her shoulders. She did the same thing as him, down onto her back so her hair soaked down to the roots. He eyed her breasts and the oblong shape of her nipples, and he wondered where this was going to go once she sat up and picked out a clean white washcloth from the edge of the tub.

“Shall I wash you?” she offered him as she placed the cloth into the water to soak it.

“Oh, you know I’d love that,” he told her as he slid closer to her; a few columns of suds collected around them, which in turn made him think of coral. He snickered to himself as Q reached behind her for one of the bottles on the edge of the tub.

“What’s so funny?” she asked him as she held the bottle in her free hand.

“Jay likes a screaming orgasm,” he chuckled. “Why am I under the impression that part of it has to do with the name, besides her love of the flavors.”

“Same with sex on the beach and the Caress,” Q said as she wiped a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Make everyone in the room blush.” He chuckled some more as Q poured a small dollop of the pearly white soap into the palm of her other hand blanketed in the washcloth. She rubbed the cloth against itself for a thick lather, which also smelled of cardamom.

“What’s in a sex on the beach, anyway?” he asked her as she rubbed the cloth across his shoulders to his upper arm.

“Peach, orange, and cranberry, if I remember correctly.” Gently, she washed down his arms, and he put them over his head so she could take care of his pits and his chest.” It’s been so long since I’ve had one, and it’s been a while since she had one, too.” He put his arms down as some of the soap dripped down his skin to the surface of the water. “We like slippery nipples, too. Irish cream with sambuca.”

“I’m gonna get so soaked with you girls,” he declared, and he let out a hearty laugh. He lifted his hands out of the water, only to find some suds on the backs of his hands. “Completely and totally soaked. And I like how you said ‘slippery nipples’ as the soap slid off my chest.”

“‘Cause your nipples are quite slippery, Tevye,” she retorted to him. “Let me get your back next.”

He bunched his hair as if to make a ponytail, and then he slung it over his shoulder. He closed his eyes as she ran the cloth across his back and down his spine and sides. The smell was warm and intoxicating, and the cloth swept over his hot, clammy skin as if to nourish him.

Once she was done, he lay back down in the water and rinsed off that way. He sat back up so she could wash his hair for him with the shampoo in the other red bottle.

“God, this is lovely,” he remarked as she slowly massaged her fingers over his scalp. “I kind of feel something coming on, if you catch my drift.” Q then rounded the side of his face, past the suds and the lather in his hair, for a kiss on his clear skin.

“Well… we’re here in the tub together. And it’s a big tub, too.”

“It is a big tub, this is true,” he told her with a raise of his eyebrows at her. “You wanna… maybe fool around and have a little fun here while we have some time alone? I’m not sure what we could do.”

“Jay’s the water master, too,” Q added. “She’d know what to do. I could give it to you in other ways, though.” She ran her fingers down through his hair, and he lay back down in the water again for a good rinse. All the while, she flexed her fingers over his chest and his belly as if to tickle him. He covered his belly with his hands and he let the water flow through his hair.

“Water is not really the best lube, though,” Q pointed out in a hollow voice as his ears were right above the surface of the water. “That won’t stop me from fondling you down, though. Fondling you down and giving you a little pain for not waiting for my best friend.”

He licked his lips and flashed her a wink.

“And it shouldn’t, either.” She then reached over for the closest pile of suds and cloaked his hips and thighs with it. She reached down under the pile of suds so he could not see what she was doing. He stayed leaned back and let his chest and shoulders sink further down to the water. The tub was shallow enough that he could partially float on his back but at the same time, he could keep his ass and the backs of his thighs down on the bottom.

He could feel her fingers groping over his skin, and the water acted as a protective layer between the two of them. A layer of makeshift latex over his skin. The feeling that he had sunk back into the warmth of the water as if he was floating under the kiss of the sun.

He could feel her other hand running the washcloth down the top of his thigh, all the way down to his knee. The suds and the soap gave her more protection than his closed eyes ever would for her.

His ears sank below the water: it rushed into his ears to where it sounded as though he floated about in the calmest part of the ocean. The edge of the water kissed the perimeter of his face again, and he spread out his arms on either side of him as if he was in fact undergoing a baptism.

Q ran the cloth down the top of his other thigh, and all the while, she never let go of his dick with her one hand, and as a result, he was well on his way to growing as firm and full as he could let it. The water washed over his legs to rinse off the soap, and then she began fondling him even more. She kneaded on the base of his shaft, down close to his body as if she was kneading dough. Her fingers grazed over the tender, sensitive skin down inside of his thighs, and he knew it was to add to the feeling. These girls knew how to touch him, and Q always surprised him to top it all off.

She ran both hands up his shaft to the head as if she was playing a harp, and she wriggled her fingers against his head. The suds surrounded them like clouds, especially once she straightened out his shaft and held him by the head. He opened his mouth, and yet no sound emerged at first.

She held onto the tip with two fingers, and then she very delicately ran her fingertips up the inside of his shaft: some suds ran down his skin to the space between his thighs. It was like being fondled by clouds while floating on the ocean. He finally raised his head out of the water so he could make that low moan from the back of his throat all for her.

She ran the tip of one finger around the rim of the hole at the end, which in turn brought out a bucking from his hips. She rested a hand on his belly to steady him, and at that point, he opened his eyes. He glanced at her and the devilish look on her face and the twinkle in her eye. She showed him the tip of her tongue, and then she rested one finger on his lips to silence him, even though he wasn’t going to say anything.

“Hold still,” she commanded. She held onto him with one hand, and he realized he was still entrenched in a blanket of those warm, spicy suds.

He gasped from the feeling of her fingers down inside of his head. Her fingernail against the soft, tender skin up inside of him, and he writhed about a bit under the water. He could feel his hips bucking again from that grating sensation. It gave him more of a pinch than her fingers on his ass or the way she flexed her fingers over his belly.

Q stuck her finger down inside of the hole, and she grated her nail against the inside of him. With her other hand, she dug her nails onto his shaft, and he gritted his teeth from the sensation. It hurt but it felt so good. She treated him to a bath and yet he got greedy, and now he was taking it.

He could feel himself about to get off, and she slipped her finger out of the head. She cupped her hands around his shaft and she blanketed more suds around him, and he knew it was to buoy the fact he was coming there in the bathtub.

Q then lay down in the water next to him and stroked his chest down with the palm of her hand. He finally opened his eyes and rolled his head over for a look into her face and the fact she was dipping the crown of her head into the water to drench her hair.

“Shall I do you now?” he offered her.

“I had a shower earlier but—” She leaned in for a kiss on his cherry lips. “You are so sweet, though. Let’s dry off and go find our big mama and see if she’s having a sex on the beach with your twin guitarist.”

[novesworld]

"The Glow Up: What Really Makes a Girl Physically Attractive"

Alright, let’s get into it. Physical attraction—it’s a big deal, whether we admit it or not. But it’s not just about having the “perfect” features; it’s about how you present yourself, how you take care of your body, and how you own your unique beauty. So, what really makes a girl physically attractive? Let’s break it down:

Healthy Skin Your skin is your canvas, and healthy skin speaks volumes. It’s not about having flawless skin but about having skin that reflects your overall health and well-being. Drinking enough water, eating right, and sticking to a skincare routine that suits your skin type are key. Whether your skin is clear or you’re dealing with acne, what matters is how you care for it. Hydrated, well-moisturized skin with that natural glow is super attractive—it shows you’re putting in the effort to take care of yourself.

Smile A smile is a game-changer. A genuine smile can light up your whole face and make you instantly more attractive. It’s not about having the perfect teeth but about letting your happiness show. Smiling makes you approachable and radiates positivity. And don’t forget—taking care of your teeth with regular brushing, flossing, and visits to the dentist can keep your smile looking its best.

Eyes Your eyes are a major part of your attractiveness. It’s not just about their color or shape; it’s about how you use them. Making eye contact shows confidence and can create a powerful connection with others. Eyes that sparkle with excitement, passion, or even a hint of mystery are incredibly alluring. Take care of your eyes by getting enough sleep, staying hydrated, and maybe adding a little mascara or eyeliner to make them pop.

Hair Your hair is one of the first things people notice about you. Whether it’s long, short, curly, straight, natural, or colored, healthy hair is always attractive. The key is to keep it clean, nourished, and styled in a way that makes you feel confident. Regular trims, deep conditioning treatments, and avoiding excessive heat can keep your hair looking its best. Your hairstyle should reflect your personality—whether that’s a sleek bob, wild curls, or a bold color, own it and let your hair be a statement of your individuality.

Body Language How you move and carry yourself is a huge part of your physical attractiveness. Good posture, a confident walk, and relaxed body language can make you seem more approachable and attractive. When you stand tall with your shoulders back, you exude confidence, which is incredibly attractive. It’s not about having the “perfect” body; it’s about how you present the body you have. Body language is a powerful non-verbal communicator—use it to your advantage by being aware of how you move, sit, and interact with others.

Style Your style is your personal brand—it’s how you express yourself to the world without saying a word. It’s not about following trends blindly; it’s about finding what suits you, what makes you feel like the best version of yourself. Whether you’re into high fashion, streetwear, vintage, or casual chic, your clothes should make you feel confident and comfortable. Pay attention to fit and comfort—clothes that fit well and are comfortable to wear will always look better than something you’re constantly adjusting or tugging at. Your style should be an extension of your personality, something that sets you apart and makes you feel powerful.

Fitness Fitness is about more than just looking good; it’s about feeling good in your own body. Regular exercise not only helps you maintain a healthy weight but also boosts your energy levels, improves your posture, and gives you a natural glow. Whether you’re into yoga, weightlifting, running, or dancing, staying active keeps your body in shape and enhances your physical attractiveness. It’s not about fitting into a certain size but about being strong, healthy, and confident in your own skin. Plus, the endorphins from working out give you that natural, feel-good energy that people find irresistible.

Scent Your scent is one of the most memorable things about you. Whether it’s your signature perfume, the scent of your shampoo, or just that clean, fresh smell, your scent leaves a lasting impression. Find a fragrance that complements your personality and makes you feel good. It doesn’t have to be expensive—sometimes the simplest scents can be the most captivating. And don’t underestimate the power of good hygiene—regular showers, clean clothes, and fresh breath are the basics of physical attractiveness.

Grooming The details matter when it comes to physical attractiveness. Grooming isn’t about being high-maintenance; it’s about showing you care about yourself. This includes keeping your nails clean and well-manicured, maintaining your eyebrows, and ensuring your skin is smooth and healthy. Regular grooming habits like exfoliating, moisturizing, and keeping your hair in check show that you pay attention to the little things. It’s about presenting the best version of yourself—when you’re well-groomed, you feel more confident, and that confidence is what truly makes you attractive.

In the end, physical attraction is about more than just looks—it’s about how you take care of yourself and how you present your unique beauty to the world. When you feel good in your skin, it shows, and that’s the real key to being physically attractive.

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Hey, how are you?

I've been reading some of your posts and comments and I saw that you were open to doing headcanons about Lockdown, could you do headcanons about what he would be like as a father? I see him being a good father who trains and educates his son or daughter, but I also see him as a father who does not accept less than perfection, always demanding that the child/teenager be great at everything (so toxic)

I really love your writing, I just don't understand how you do it, like, you just look at the character and think "hmm, I think he's like that" and something very perfect and unique comes out, I really admire anyone who can do that... Anyway, drink water and stay well ❣️

Hello! I'm good and I hope you are well too!

Thank you for reading my stuff and always popping into my notes. Thank you for your kind words, I am glad you like my writing!! I'm always happy when I see your name pop up.

Warnings: Toxic father, toxic parenting.

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He had never thought about becoming a father, he was always too busy. He had better things to do and spend his time on than try to raise a small being from its initial stages of weakness.

However when he found out he was going to become one anyway, he decided to accept his responsibilities. It takes two to make a sparkling, and he's not the type to abandon something that he helped create. He decided to take sole responsibility of raising it, knowing he could do it best.

At first he disliked the little being. It was always so needy and vulnerable. He wished he didn't have to carry it around and feed it when he was busy. But after many years he began to grow a bond. Perhaps that's just what happens when you have something clutched to your side 24/7 for almost a few decades.

He had already planned out his Childs future. He knew exactly who the would become, what they could do and how they would help him in his endeavors.

When his kid became old enough to look after themselves, he began training them. He made them train with weapons; guns, swords and hand to hand combat. Then he taught them tactics, stealth and how to use everything to their advantage.

He taught them multiple languages, and how to navigate the ship in case he was busy with other duties. He also made sure to take his child on adventures. Any time he went to another planet to capture a creature, he would take his child. Often he would make the kid do the capturing, he believes they have to learn from a young age so that they can become a strong adult.

He's not comfortable when his child becomes emotional. Any time his kid begins to cry or get upset, Lockdown gets snappy. Emotions show weakness, and he won't allow that on his ship. He's not completely heartless, if his kid is really uncomfortable then he will let the kid off the hook and not let them do something they don't want to. But afterwards he will explain to his kid, that doing things you are uncomfortable with makes you stronger. Then he will expect them to do the task next time.

He may not be good at showing kindness, especially when his child is upset. But he is great at showing when he is proud. When he is proud he will shower his child with 'affection' and compliments. He will tell the child they are doing great and to keep it up.

His 'affection' is usually a pat on the back, or resting his servo on their shoulder.

He will give his child many gifts. It may not be gifts they want, but it's gifts. Said items include weapons, creatures/pets that have a sole purpose of protecting the kid, useful tools to help them on adventures and missions.

Lockdown knows sometimes mistakes happen. Sometimes the universe throws everything against you and you fail. However, he knows how to take what the universe throws at him and make it work to his advantage. He's done so much, and learnt so much he rarely makes mistakes. So he holds that same expectation with his kid. When they are younger and smaller he will allow them to make a few mistakes. But once they are old enough to know better, he will not accept failure. Not unless they have a reasonable and very good excuse.

He is very strict with his rules. And if his child breaks any rules they will be justly punished. There is no escaping the punishments, they must be completed. If the child tries to dupe the punishment, and Lockdown finds out, he will make the punishment's longer and harder.

Lockdown will not allow his child to do things he does not like. If his child wants to become something else, other than what Lockdown has planned for them, he will not allow it. If his child wants to go by themselves, and Lockdown doesn't think they are ready, then he will not allow them. There is no disobeying Lockdown, he has cages on his ship and he will use them if he has to.

[dabisbratz]

I loved your shiggy fic so much!!

I can imagine him returning repeatedly, using the excuse that he's hurt, to take advantage of the poor boys' kindness. The boy just absolutely adores shigiraki, so he can't say no to him even if the situation is always gonna be the same. He turns the boy into a needy slut, like a bitch in heat. Shigiraki would definitely become obsessed with his sweet and naive personality to the point he would stalk him in order to keep him safe from the cold, cruel world.

AHHH I'm going back into my shigiraki phase.

(also this is your armin and yuta anon but I'll sign off with an emoji so you can distinguish me)

Stay healthy and drink lots of water sweetheart!! -💌

EEE thank you!!! n you too! make sure to take care of yourself!!

also can i just say!!! i love stalker shigaraki… i dunno, there’s something about it that’s just so.. good!! like, he knows your plans by heart. he knows your morning routine, the moment you wake up to the moment you close your eyes, he’s there. he has your day meticulously picked apart and dissected. he knows what position you sleep in, where/what you like to eat, where you work, your route home, how kind you are to undeserving pests. he knows you better than you know yourself!!!

anyways— i think the first thing the reader notices about shigaraki is how soft he looks upon first impression. he’s hunched over, gripping his side with fluffy, white hair that basically sparkles. despite the roughness of his skin and bite in his words, his face looks soft and the pitch of his words even softer. he looks vulnerable. so anything rational goes out the window, it’s the reader’s duty to help people who are in need, right? but little does he know, tomu feels the same way— just not as ‘kiddie’ and sugarcoated. so you can only imagine how easy he is to mold and manipulate, eager to follow along with anything shigaraki says because he thinks it’s the right thing to do. poor boy is just too sweet, he even thanks tomura (with a little help from said man, of course) for turning him into such a slut for his cock…

[jimothy-hopkins]

Vampire Gary HCS cause we cool

He wasn’t born a vampire. He was turned into one by his older brother, Leo.

Process was very scary and very painful. Like he was conscious as he was dying. Turning into a vampire is like reverse drowning almost.

He is able to handle human food, but it’s like lactose intolerance unless it’s raw meat.

He’s able to digest red meats pretty well, vegetables and fruits just cause his body hell.

Oh yeah he’s not abiding by the human diet laws. If vampires live purely off a human diet, they will die from either starvation, malnutrition, or go insane from bloodlust.

Ima just say it: yes he sparkles.

Can go out in the day, he’s able to disguise as a human.

Has stealth and flight abilities, as well as shape shifting.

So far, Gary has been able to shapeshift into a cat and bat. And ofc he’s making it his life mission to be able to shift into a horse.

Who could blame him I’d do that shit to. Avoid responsibility, run free, and drink the blood of my enemies. Slay.

Gary has six pairs of fangs. They work like sippy straws. When they come in they’re extremely painful. Like beyond getting braces/wisdom teeth removed painful.

His nails are thickened talons now. They will always grow in sharp and pointed, and are a bitch to file/cut. However they are very durable and make holding onto stuff easier.

He doesn’t have a pulse, and is very cold to the touch.

He also lacks blood, so around areas like his fingertips, nose, and ears they will look contused from the lack of blood flow. His lips are also pale and blue in color.

Gary can quite literally play dead.

He’s done so before and scared the shit out of Pete.

Nocturnal, but for the school schedule he had to fuck up his sleep schedule. Smh.

When Gary feeds he unhinges his jaw and rolls his eyes back.

He’s also really fucking strong. Not to mention his ungodly amount of endurance and refusal to take fall damage.

He can also turn invisible. He’s used that to his advantage so many times. It also helps that his steps can’t be heard.

Gary’s kryptonite is holy water.

That being said Jimmy and Pete both have a spray bottle full of it at the ready.

“Bad Gary!” *spritz spritz*

*violent painful hissing*

His personal juice box is indeed Jimmy.

He is extremely picky about his blood- so much so that he will only feed from one or two sources. In this case, Jimmy.

That being said he is very territorial of Jimmy and will be on sight with any other vampire who tries to take a bite.

Jimmy is a -O. Gary describes him as savory, with a touch of sweet and saltiness sometimes. And in some days it tastes like red wine.

[drinkingyourwine]

Day 16.

Officially hit the two week mark in my sobriety journey and it’s not what I expected. I honestly thought I was going to cave on day 6. I was around too many drunk people and everyone seemed to be in good spirits. I couldn’t tell you why I didn’t drink that night. I guess I felt like finally being an observer. And I wanted to find out, do I really like these people or was I just being a friendly/flirty drunk?

Anyway, yesterday I was scheduled to work but I called out because the weather was too beautiful and I couldn’t imagine myself sitting in my room, working myself into oblivion. So I went to my “uncle’s” house and mellowed out with some sparkling water and a joint to help me get by. My aunt made a drunk speech about how proud she was of me for abstaining from alcohol. I took it with a grain of salt. But my little heart was happy. I hate making a fool of myself and I do sense my power, integrity, and clarity coming back.

I never really shared this, but a few months ago, I went out with a friend and we had a lot of drinks in a neighboring town close to where we both live. She had some event the next day and decided to go home around 10:30pm/11:00pm. A group of guy friends had shown up (3 in total). I must have been having a good time because I told my friend that I was going to stay. Bad decision. I don’t even remember what happened after she left. The only memory my brain was able to pull from that night is a white gazebo and some older white man standing in front of me, saying everything was going to be okay. I remember crying and telling him that I just wanted to go home. I woke up in my sister’s T-shirt and my underwear. In my own bed. I immediately relaxed and sunk back to sleep. But when I woke up again, I noticed a camouflage jacket, some sticky sunglasses, and a strange necklace on the floor. I wanted to vomit. I smelled the jacket and tinkered with the findings, but it made me feel so gross that I took a shower and shoved the stranger’s belongings into a closet that I never used. I noticed my knees had dried blood on them and I found out that I had called 911 a few times.

I never asked any of my friends what happened. The only thing I ever found out was that the necklace belonged to one of my guy friends… let’s just call him Lawrence. I was too scared to ask if anything had happened between us because Lawrence had took advantage of me in the past and the way I found out was just really fucked. Anyway. I told no one what happened except my guy friend, Seth. He let out like a soft sigh and didn’t say much else. When I look back on that night, it makes me hate myself. Needless to say, I don’t actually consider Lawrence a friend.

I think that was the first honest time that I knew I needed to quit. Not wanted to, but needed to. And that moment brings me to now. Now feels pretty damn safe.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Calleis (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Sweetie by her brother

Calli by her mother

Age- 10 (immortal)

Location- Chant du Cygne neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- She's confident, bubbly, & unapologetically brash and bossy. She lives & breathes all things fashion and beauty. She can also be a bit full of herself as well as manipulative.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of allurement her other powers/abilities are limited beauty inducement (as it pertains to other objects) and limited cosmetic manipulation.

Calleis lives with her mother Charis (goddess of charm) in their gorgeous condo in the Chant du Cygne neighborhood of New Olympus. She has an older brother Hedylogos (god of sweet talk & flattery) that lives thirty minutes away. Her bedroom is the epitome of all things girly- various shades of pink, marble accents on the walls, sophisticated lighting fixtures, & a velvet couch for friends to sit on. Calleis' favorite part of her room is her closet which holds all her stylish clothes, shoes, and accessories. Mounted marble shelves on the walls hold her jewelry, hair accessories & products, her vast nail polish collection, and her glamour doll collectibles.

Her all time favorite drink is the bubblegum milkshake from The Frozen Spoon. She always gets the olympian size. She also likes fruit punch, iced tea, cherry cola, & sparkling water. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean are the small caramel frappuccino and the medium cranberry cherry splash. Her mom even allowed her a small sip of champagne at home once!

She's always seen chewing a big wad of bubblegum, her favorite flavor being watermelon.

Calleis loves her "Bubba" Hedylogos. He comes over some weekends to stay over & she loves the chance they get to hang out. They'll post videos of themselves doing silly dance challenges on Fatestagram, go to the movies, or visit the Mall of Olympius for some serious shopping! She's well aware of her inherit charm & uses it to her advantage, batting her eyelashes on her brother before he caves and buys her whatever she wants- whether it's new clothes, a glamour doll, or some makeup! There was a time when Calleis used to be jealous of her brother because of his wings.

She has a great relationship with her mom. Calleis likes the freedom her mom allows her to experiment with her style, hair, and makeup. One bonding moment for them is their shopping trips at the mall while another is them in their living room eating hot fudge sundaes while they watch trashy reality TV shows!

She usually eats a bowl of choco crunch cereal in the mornings for breakfast. Sometimes she'll eat a stack of chocolate chip pancakes drizzled in hot fudge sauce while other times she'll get a bacon, sausage, egg, & cheese sandwich from The Bread Box. She doesn't mind that her mom doesn't cook.

Calleis attends a private school in the city. She likes to think of herself as "the IT girl" in her grade. In addition to being friends with other students, she's also friends with some godly kids like Aidos (goddess of shame, modesty, humility, & respect), Melete (goddess of thought & meditation), Ersa (goddess of morning dew), and Eulabeia (goddess of caution).

Other younger godly kids in the school include the fourth grader Xenia (goddess of hospitality) & the third graders Hebe (goddess of youth), Prophasis (goddess of excuses), Aceso (goddess of healing), Paidia (goddess of play & amusement), Mneme (goddess of remembrance), Caerus (god of opportunity & luck), Myrízei (god of smell & gases), and Physis (goddess of nature).

It's well known that she prefers gossping than actually doing classwork. Calleis is the go-to for the other girls (and some boys) when it comes to juicy gossip! She even sneaks in various copies of Kytheiria magazine in her bookbag, reselling them for two drachmas each. As for her immediate friend group Calleis appreciates the strengths in all her besties- Aidos is comforting, Melete is wickedly talented & a great karaoke partner, Ersa's funny, and Eula is smart. With some lessons in confidence & a whole new wardrobe, Calleis thinks that Eula can be an "IT girl" too.

A favorite snack of hers are spicy barbeque cheese puffs!

For Christmas, Hedylogos gifted her a pair of pink bejeweled headphones!

Her all time favorite dessert from Hollyhock's Bakery are the double chocolate caramel espresso cookies.

Calleis once bejeweled a pair of sneakers using the bedazzler Eula got her for her birthday.

A guilty pleasure for her are chicken teriyaki sushi-style rolls! Calleis tried them for the first time when her mom took her & some friends to The Ocean Roll, a sushi restaurant in the Tsunami neighborhood after karaoke. She's been hooked on them ever since!

She's the only one in her friend group (aside from Ersa and Melete) to own a smartphone. Her mom got it for her as a gift to celebrate her good grades on her report card. Calleis remembers the two of them going to the mall where she bought a beautiful pink jeweled phone case from Aglaia's kiosk with the money she saved up!

In the pantheon Calleis is a HUGE fan of Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty). She treats the Kytheiria magazine like it's a sacred text, has most of her glamour doll collectibles (including the very recent "Of Seafoam" one), & even has a pair of the iconic hot pink heart shaped sunglasses from La Petit Amour. When the time comes she wants THE beauty goddess to be her mentor, even praying nightly to Gaia (goddess of the earth) to make her wish a reality.

Calleis likes other deities like her noná Kósmima (goddess of adornment), Móda (goddess of fashion), Philyra (goddess of perfume, paper, & beauty), The Graces, Pheme (goddess of fame), and Iris (goddess of the rainbow); loves her brand of temporary hair dye spray. She also has crushes on Apollo & Hermes!

She hopes to get her first kiss at an official boy/girl party she's been invited to, hosted by Thrasos (god of boldness, insolence, recklessness, & courage)‐ a seventh grader from the junior high school.

As a birthday gift Melete gave her a jeweled Diamond Ave. pillbox clutch in the shape of a nail polish bottle!

One time afterschool Calleis and Ersa went to the cinema where they snuck in & saw an R-rated movie for the first time. They laughed and blushed at the sex scenes!

Kósmima gave her the lipstick shaped jeweled clutch for Christmas.

Her all time favorite meal is the barbeque pulled pork pizza.

In her free time Calleis enjoys hanging out with friends, listening to music, karaoke, lanyard, jump rope, getting her hair done, shopping, going to the movies, spending time with her family, & shopping.

"It's not my fault I'm beautiful."